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She is in line waiting to get in at her favorite lounge. The band is going to play tonight and she has been waiting for them to get into town for more than three years now. She is finally going to see them perform for the first time. She is alone but she doesn’t care, it is better this way; no one can distract her. She goes to the booth.

“One ticket for Serene Device please.”

“Thirty-five” says the booth lady. She hands her the money, and gets her ticket. As she walks into the lounge, the music is bumping. The place is packed. She walks to the bar, where her favorite bartender is serving drinks.

“Hey Harry.”

“Hi sugar, the usual.”

“Yep”

He serves her favorite drink, Malibu with pineapple. She sips and licks her lips. She has had a long day and can finally let loose tonight. She looks around and sees the usual crowd, some new faces but nothing interesting.

The band starts at 10pm, it’s only 8:45. She sits on the stool and observes the people around her. She recognizes some people and waves hi. She sees a couple walking toward her.

“Hey, how are you!” says a tall redhead.

“Hi I’m fine,” she says. “You’re here to see the show?”

“Yeah I hear they’re awesome…you?”

“Yeah been waiting for a long time.” she says.

“You’re here alone?” the redhead asks.

“Yeah none of my friends wanted to come, it’s better for me anyway,” she says.

‘What was she wearing?’ she thinks this is a lounge not 42nd Street. The redhead has a leather mini skirt, with spiked 5 inch heels and a leather tube top that barely covers her double DD breasts.

“Oh this is John.”

The man next to her is tall about 6’5. His hair is longer than hers. He is built, had a tight black T-shirt and black jeans. He extends his arms, “Hi.”

He has blue eyes, deep blue eyes. As she looks at him, she feels like she is looking at the ocean. “Well I’ll see you around, enjoy the show.” She takes John’s hand and leads him across the room, before she can say bye.

“Harry can you get me another please?”

“Sure thing sweetheart.”

Harry is slim, looks like one of those models from Calvin Klein. The type that attracts all kinds, whether gay or straight. He has short blonde hair, green eyes, full lips, high cheeks and a chiseled nose. ‘Always flirting,’ she thinks. As the hour pass, she finds herself in the bathroom feeling a little more than tipsy. She looks at herself in the mirror, checks her makeup and puts on her favorite lip anadolu yakası escort gloss. She combs her long brown hair to the side.

She feels good tonight. She just started a new job this week and everything seemed to go well. If only she gets a man as loyal as her dog, but a relationship would be too complicated now. She turns and heads to the middle of the room. It is already 10:10pm and no sign of the band. The place is getting more crowded by the minute.

As she turns her head, she sees a tall shadow at the doorway. He is all in black but she can’t capture his face. She notices a silver chain hanging from his neck. It says ‘Lover’ on it. That’s weird she thinks. As he moves out of the shadows she sees a glimpse of his face, his hair is that kind any woman would love to have her hand go through. It’s curly and wavy at the same time. He is wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. She sees a tattoo on his right arm but couldn’t see what it was. She realizes she is staring at him when he looked her and smiles. ‘Wow,’ she thinks, ‘even his teeth are amazing.’ She quickly turns and looks away. She tries to concentrate on the announcement of the first band, but she can’t,. She feels him staring at her.

The first band starts to play and she gets more comfortable. She is getting into the music, the melodies seems to fill her senses and she begins to let go. She stars to sway her hips to the side. The crowd is getting wild. She sees guys with their arms waving and girls shaking their head from side to side. Then she sees him from the corner of her eye. He is only a few feet away from her. He catches her looking at him. He seems to say something to her but she can’t figure out what. He licks his lips provocatively and winks at her. That can’t be for me she thought, she quickly looks around her to see who is the lucky girl or guy. Everyone seems in a trance with the music. Suddenly the music stops and the first band left the stage. Finally, the band she has been waiting for is about to play. She forgets all about the mystery man and keeps her eyes on the stage.

It seems like she is waiting for hours when finally the band comes out, everyone started yell, “Serene Device.”

She felt the crowd moving her forward toward the stage. “Serene Device” they kept yelling.

This is going to get good she thought. As the crowd pushes her more to the front, she feels a hand softly rubbing hers. At first she ignores it, but she kept feeling atalar escort it. She looks in all directions hoping to catch who it could be but everyone looks focused on the band. The band starts to play and she quickly concentrates on the music. They open with her favorite song “Rebecca.” She feels the hand again, this time rubbing her forearm. At this point, she could care less, her favorite band was playing her favorite song, and she is going to enjoy this moment.

As the band starts their second song, she feels it. She can’t believe what it is, she tries to turn around but can’t. She is practically being pinned to the front. Suddenly she hears him “Relax, let yourself go with the music, move to the beat, you’ve been looking at me almost the whole night.”

It is the mystery man, at first she tenses not knowing what to do. She can’t scream for help. No one will hear her, and she practically can’t move. She looks around and everyone is enthralled with the band. “Relax,” he says again “I’m not going to hurt you. Have you ever had sex in the middle of a concert?”

He has a low and raspy voice; he makes sure she hears every word he says. She recognizes the voice but can’t remember where she heard it from. His mouth presses to her ears. “Well have you?” he asked again. She shook her head no.

He moves his hands down her thighs; she can’t believe this is happening. He slowly caresses her thigh, moving his hands up and down, teasing her. He starts nibbling her ear, his tongue warm and wet. “Keep looking at the band,” he says and she does.

She can’t believe that no one is noticing what is happening; even the band seems hypnotized by their own music. He keeps rubbing his hand on her thigh, as he slowly moves his other hand to her stomach, and gently rubs it. She starts to feel lightheaded; everything seems to be happening too fast. Maybe she was dreaming all of this, though she can’t figure out if this is a dream or nightmare. He moves his head and starts to lick her other ear. He holds her firmly, but his touch is soft; almost comforting. His hand travels under her shirt and is now firmly caressing her breast. She holds firmly at the rail. She feels her head leaning back on his shoulders. He seems lean and strong. She catches herself smelling his cologne.

“It’s from Dunhill, it’s called Destiny,” he whispers. He finally lets her look at his face. She knows him. Well she only met him once. She had done an article on him about a year ago. ataşehir escort He played in a band and was the lead singer. He had deep-set brown eyes, sad eyes she had called him. He had milky white skin and pink full lips.

He kisses her, hard. His tongue goes deep in her throat. Suddenly, she feels both his hands fondling her breasts. His fingers gently pull at her nipples making them hard. She moans but no one hears her. He kisses her neck and her shoulder, biting her hard and then kisses it gently, like trying to let her know he was sorry if he bit too hard. She feels her skirt being lifted. He pulls her thong making sure she feels it on her clit. She is extremely wet at this point. He moves his hand to her pussy feeling the wetness, he sighs, “Your so wet right now, I know you want it. Tell me you want it now.”

“Yes,” she says, “I want it.”

The more he rubs his hand on her pussy the wetter she gets. She pushes her ass into him. He is hard. She feels his dick throbbing through his jeans. “I’m going to give it to you now,” he says.

As he pulls out his cock the audience around her gets excited as the song, ‘Moon boots’ starts to play. She sees the audience jumping up and down.

He has her. His dick slowly enters her deeply. She almost loses her breath. She can’t believe it but it seems like he is moving into her to the beat of the music. She feels her senses heighten. Deeper and deeper he thrusts, until she has no choice but to move with him. He starts to fuck her harder now as the band flows into a guitar solo.

“This is my favorite song,” he says as he fucks her faster and faster.

“Fuck me,” was all she can say.

He grabs her breast harder, and shoves his cock as deep as he can. “You’re so wet and tight baby, I’m going to make you cum really hard.”

He starts to rub her clit, as he penetrates her. Pulling her hair tight as he turns her head so he can see the ecstasy on her face, making her look at him. Even in this state his eyes seem sad. She tries to read them but he turns her head away before she can. Wave after wave she climaxes, each one stronger than the previous one. As the band is finishing the song, so is he. He lets out a long sigh, and buries his head on her shoulder. He slowly kisses her shoulders and neck, inhaling the perfume she is wearing. They quickly fix themselves.

The last song is playing, and it is perfect for the moment, it is slow and melancholy. He holds her close to him by her waist. She leans back, her head leaning toward his chest. They hold each other until the end of the song.

With the band saying their goodbyes, he whispers, “Until next time,” and quickly slips away.

The crowd keeps pushing her to the side as she tries to find him. Maybe he just doesn’t want to be found she thinks walking toward the exit. She smiles and starts to head toward the bus stop. Until next time . . .

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He wandered back to the beach where he met her earlier this morning. It was more crowded now with a thousand cruise ship passengers but thinning as it was late afternoon. He walked along the paved path which was dusted with white sand, looking for a place to park himself for an hour or so.

She wandered back to the beach where she met him earlier this morning. It was more crowded now with a thousand cruise ship passengers but thinning as it was late afternoon. She was wearing more than her flimsy coverup from this morning, but not much more. She stopped in her tracks on the sand covered path when she saw him.

“Looking for a hammock?” she asked, smiling.

He looked up, pleasantly surprised when he saw her.

“All we really need is a post,” he quipped.

She smiled and flushed a little at that comment, remembering the sensation of him sliding gently gliding in and out of her this morning.

“True enough,” she agreed.

Together they found a spot at the far end of the beach, opposite from where the cruise ship was moored. They sat and lay on their towels while they chatted. Until her teasing nature got the best of her.

She rolled over on her tummy and undid her bikini top, letting the straps fall at her sides. He felt himself growing thick immediately at the site.

She undid the strap behind her neck as well and lifted up, resting on her elbows, her full breasts hardly concealed at all.

“You’re teasing me,” he stated.

“Yep!” she said laughing.

“It’s working,” he replied, grazing himself kağıthane escort with his hand through his bathing suit.

She just licked her lips and raised her eyebrows in reply.

She reached beneath her with her hands and discreetly ran her nails lightly around her nipple. It grew hard quickly.

He watched her fingers touch her breast and saw her clench her ass in a moment of aching arousal. How he wished he was under her right now.

She shifted slightly, leaving nothing to the imagination, her breast and hard nipples completely exposed to him. She flipped her bikini top to one side and lay flat on her tummy, folding one arm under her head.

“Oh my,” he said.

She just smiled.

“It’s really working,” he said.

She smiled wider.

His turn, he thought. He shifted, sitting cross legged with his back to the crowd. He reached inside his bathing to adjust his growing cock. He couldn’t help but let his hand linger there when he felt the wetness flowing out of him.

“Mmmmph,” he uttered.

Her eyes were fixed the bulge and the movement of his hand under his suit. It was clear he was stroking himself.

“It’s working,” she said, smiling.

“That’s a good thing,” he stated.

Moments later he was very hard. He discretely pulled the waistband of his suit down to expose the swollen head of his erection.

She watched intently as his fist slid slowly up and down the slippery shaft. She was discretely, she hoped, grinding against sarıyer escort the towel and sand beneath it.

He lowered his waistband entirely, exposing the length of him.

She wanted to take him in her mouth right there and had it been less crowded she would have. Her aching grew to the point she had to touch herself. She slipped on hand down inside the tiny bikini bottom and found the spot. Her fingers deftly separated her lips and spread her wetness over her swollen clit. The thought of cumming right here in the sand among all these people was incredibly arousing. Watching him made it even more so.

He had to let go, else he would cum right there. He could feel it just below the surface. The tingling that grows so strong so quickly just before orgasm. He rested for a minute, watching her writhe on her hand beneath her. He pulled his suit up and grabbed her bikini top and his towel.

“Let’s go,” he said, standing up.

She was surprised. She stood up and casually covered up with the towel quickly. She followed him towards the tree line, he bikini bottom barely hanging on her hips. God she was horny.

They disappeared just inside the trees. He lay both towels on the soft undergrowth and sat down. He peeled his bathing suit down and lay back with his erection laying on his stomach. She put one foot on either side of his hips, undid the strings on her bikini bottoms and flung it aside. She lowered herself to him.

She slowly slid herself up and down sefaköy escort the length of him, pausing at the head to almost take him inside. He reached up and caressed both nipples with his fingertips.

She grabbed his wrists and leaned forward, pinning him down. She slid upwards again, maneuvering just enough to position the head at her opening. She smiled a wicked smile and eased herself down his length.

He felt her warm wetness envelope him. He rocked his hips slightly but she stopped him.

“I’m in charge here,” she said laughing a little.

“Have at it,” he said.

She did.

Not moving her hips at all, she leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. Then his neck, shoulder and chest. She straightened up, closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Now rocking her hips, she felt him harden inside her. The thoughts of this morning, the playing on the towels earlier, and the voices of the people nearby were too much. She had to cum, and make him do the same.

She stayed straddling him, perched above him holding his hands to the ground. She had half of him inside her but slowly sank down to take all of him. She slid back to the point where he almost came out of her, the back down again. She continued, moving slightly faster with each stroke until it was piston like.

He struggled to get his hands free but couldn’t. He wanted them on her hips to hold her down on him when he came, but he didn’t need that. She erupted and the pulsing of her orgasm sent him over the edge.

She collapsed on top of him while she came, feeling him grow harder as he exploded inside of her. The intensity of her orgasm increased with every pulse of him.

Slowly, it subsided. She lay still on him, feeling her heart pounding and his as well. His hands free now, he caressed her back and slid his hands down to cup her ass as they lay there… slowly. coming down off the high.

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NOTE: While the stories in this series are not necessarily chronological, it may help the reader to at least look at Chapter 1 to learn a little more about Thomas Jackson Patrick “Bull”

*****

Chapter 2 – Shannon

TJ had been in this little community in the Appalachian Mountains for a couple of months. He had been working with some of his old “operator” buddies teaching some wanna be “survivalists” some of the realities of living off of nature’s land. It kept his skills fresh if not sharp, allowed him to be outside in some of the most gorgeous scenery on earth, and he got to be around some of his old team mates. Things were content, not a word that he had used very often in his years on this planet.

TJ had been in town long enough to have found a good massage therapist, who was able to work miracles on his battle torn body. For an hour every couple of weeks Anne would work her magic on his large trapezius muscles which regularly gave him pain. He sent a text, hoping she could see him in the next couple of days. She was a cute little brunette, close to his age who had been nothing but professional with him since he had gone to her. A few minutes later his phone chirped, “Sorry, TJ – in Florida with the family, you may want to try Shannon over at Mountain Essence, she’s really good.”

TJ muttered an obscenity to himself and put the google gods to work tracking down Mountain Essence. Once he had found the number he put in a quick call and made an appointment for the first thing in the morning.

As TJ stepped out of his truck he realized that mountain essence was a house, not a house that had been converted into a spa, but a house. He walked up the gravel drive, the sound of crushed stone crackling under his slip on sandals. He paused a minute and chuckled as he caught his reflection in the window of the VW Jetta parked in the driveway. High and Tight haircut, aviators, thick chest and arms covered by a pink tshirt that had been cut up for use in the gym and a pair of black track pants. He glanced at the sight and at the sweat dripping from him as he had just come from the gym.

A young woman, no more than 26 or 27 stepped out on the porch to greet him. He looked and smiled, Shannon was a beautiful young lady, curves, large breasts, piercings, many tattoos, and a smile that would melt ice. He noticed her eyes taking the full measure of him, pausing on his broad chest and shoulders, then lingering at the bulge in his track pants. He thought to himself that maybe he should have thrown underwear on leaving the gym, but then again he hated underwear.

Her voice called out as her brown eyes twinkled, “You must be TJ.”

He smiled, “As accused, you are Shannon?”

She nodded, “This should be interesting, most of my clients are elderly and frail and you are…”

TJ laughed, “Not quite elderly?”

Shannon blushed, “No, not quite and definitely not frail. Come on in, let’s talk about what you want today.”

TJ took in her young body and those amazing tits and thought, etiler escort “What I want and what I can have may be two different things.”

When they walked into the house TJ took it all in, it was just who he was. It was obvious that she was into eastern mysticism, tao, feng shei – mixed with a bit of bohemian hippy culture. While it wasn’t necessarily his thing he liked what he saw and it seemed to work for her.

She led him up a narrow stairway and pointed to two rooms. “If you need to use the restroom, it’s right there and the room to our right is where my studio is. I’ll run downstairs to heat stones and get ready. You can undress as far as you are comfortable and take your spot on the table in there when you are ready. There is a towel in there to cover up.”

TJ went to the restroom, undressed and laid face down on the table. He heard Shannon’s steps as she came back into the room, “I know it’s warm up here, no air conditioning so I also will be using some cool stone massage as well if that’s okay with you.”

TJ nodded as she slipped the ballast under his knees. He was getting comfortable as she began the massage at his calves. Shannon’s voice got quiet as the tranquility track music you hear in every massage studio in the world started. “I see massage as an intimate journey, in the beginning I am going to do a light massage from toe to head noting those places that require further attention. If I ever do something uncomfortable, just please tell me and I will move away from there.”

TJ grunted his assent as her hands massaged his calves and achilles, then moved up to the back of his knees and up that hard ribbon of muscle in his thighs. Anne was right, TJ thought, Shannon is very good. Soon she was at the place where the towel was covering his ass. Her voice almost a whisper, “Do I have permission to massage your glutes, TJ?” He nodded as her hands slid to the solid wall of muscle that was his ass.

As her hands moved up to the small of his back, he felt himself begin to relax. Shannon’s hands were gifted and her massage style was much deeper than Anne’s. There was a strength in her hands that manipulated muscle and tissue in ways that caused TJ to begin to drift into that place of relaxed bliss that only comes from a good massage.

In time her hands were up his back, working his large shoulders and traps, and not his neck. He began to feel himself stir as he thought he heard a telltale “Mmmmmm” from Shannon’s mouth as she read his body and it’s needs. As she moved past his head going from one arm to the other she allowed her hand to brush from one shoulder to the other, causing TJ’s flesh to stir, leaving a trail of goose bumps as she went. He felt a familiar ache and silently hoped she’d tell him it was time to turn over.

She hesitated, sensing that he was aroused, she lingered as long as she could as she moved to his side. She held the towel, “Just roll away from me and get comfortable, I will replace the halkalı escort ballast under your knees. The hesitation was enough from his erection to partially recede, but there was little that the towel could do to hide his excitement. His cock laid heavy against his left thigh, it was thick, and the light towel even showed the pronounced ridge. Shannon was a professional, she knew better than to stare, but she was mesmerized as she saw the effect that she had on this beast of a man.

Her eyes were glued to that towel as she placed the ballast under his knees. She was stuck. She normally would move to his legs, but was afraid that massaging his thighs would cause even more arousal. Moving to his chest and head would mean that he could see her eyes, and perhaps smell the scent of her growing arousal. She couldn’t just stay at his arms and hands all day. As she made her decision to follow her initial plan and massage his legs she accidentally brushed her shorts covered mound against his hand, a gasp and a quiet “Oh Fuck” slipped from her lips. If she was looking she would have seen the slight smile on TJ’s face, but instead all she noticed was the twitch as his cock started stirring to life yet again.

As she moved down to his ankles she was curious as to what his response would be as she worked up his legs. Would he become more aroused, would he relax? She was mesmerized. She was 26 years old but fairly inexperienced. A couple of girlfriends, a couple of boyfriends, and for the males “boy” was the key word. This salt and pepper haired male in front of her, with rippling musculature and a body marked with the scars of living. She couldn’t help herself she was hypnotized by his presence, his aura, and his cock.

TJ was watching, sensing, and was in control. As her hands moved up his thigh, he would squeeze his muscles gently, causing his cock to twitch. Her eyes never left the sight in front of her. She was massaging by touch now, her eyes transfixed to the monster beneath the towel. As her hands moved up his left leg, an almost unnoticeable shift of his body caused her hand to come in contact with his balls. She let out a little yelp and pulled away, pulling the towel with her, now leaving TJ completely exposed. That hidden monster she had been observing suddenly sprang into view.

“Oh, my God, my God, Sir, please forgive me, I never meant to…” Shannon was almost hysterical while TJ remained calm, swung thick legs off of the side of the table.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You haven’t done anything wrong, Shannon, these things happen.”

“It’s so unprofessional, I could lose my license,” she was trembling.

“Shannon, look at me,” TJ gently commanded. “Nobody is losing their license, I am not filing a complaint, these things happen. Men get aroused, women get aroused. It’s NORMAL.”

“But, but…” She lost the words as TJ stepped from the table and hugged her. Her small 5’3 height melting into his 6’1″ frame. The hug felt good, but innovia escort now, “Oh fuck” she thought as she felt his cock against her belly, the heat so intense it felt like she was on fire. She felt her nipples harden and she knew her panties were now flooded.

TJ stepped back a step, looked her in the eyes and said calmly, “Touch it. You have wanted to all morning, go ahead, show me just how gifted you really are, Shannon.”

She hesitated as his hand lightly grabbed her wrist. She offered no resistance as he lowered her hand to his throbbing cock. She whispered, “I don’t do happy endings. I’m not that kind of therapist.”

TJ smiled at her, “But, I do, and this will make you very happy.”

Without thinking her hand absently started stroking his cock. She felt his hands slide up her scrubs and free her aching tits from the confines of the now sweat soaked sports bra she had been wearing. With amazing dexterity he teased her nipples, gently then firmly. Bringing them to the edge of pain they were so firm, only to twist them and cause exquisite jolts of pain to fly through her body. She was getting lost in her lust and need.

TJ’s hand slid down her pants, past a small patch of hair. Shannon was shocked that she felt her legs open to his touch. He found her clit and rubbed it until her legs were giving out, then drove two fingers deep into her, finding a spot deep within on her front wall that nobody had ever found. Complete surrender overtook her as she started to lose control, her knees giving way, orgasm after orgasm wracking her body, she felt something hot as she squirted. All she could do was whisper over and over, “cumming, cumming, cumming.”

When she finally stopped her quivering she knew she had to, she craved to put his gorgeous cock in her mouth. She had not sucked many cocks in her life, and certainly not one of this majestic nature. But she tried very hard. The tip, then deeper, a gag or two in there as she tried to take more than she was able to. TJ gripped her hair, “I’m going to fuck you Shannon, today no more boys, today you are going to have a man.”

She had no fight in her as he stood her up and bent her forward over the table. Her pants were down in a flash as he lined up his cock to the molten opening in front of him. The first push was stopped short as her body realized the size of its invader, but the flood of fluid and TJ’s soft words causing her to relax soon allowed him full entry. He fucked her gently, slow long strokes as he stroked her long brown hair. Then firm thrusts as he grabbed her hips, causing her to yelp.

“You know, this will ruin you?” TJ snarled. “Those boys you are used to, they won’t do anything for you anymore. You will always need a man now..”

Shannon panted and yelped and made all sorts of sounds that were primal, animalistic, passionate. The only words she could find was “Please don’t cum inside of me.”

TJ growled as he pulled out of her and left his mark all over her lower back. As he began to relax he scooped the cum off of her back and held it in his hand. “Turn around, Sir’s cum never goes to waste.”

Shannon turned and opened her mouth and cleaned TJ’s cum off of his fingers before instinctively kneeling and cleaning their mixed juices off of his cock. Her tongue and lips began to awaken the monster again. TJ smiled down at her, “Time for Round 2.”

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“Right, left, right, left!” Vertigo shouted at Katelynn as she jabbed at the punching bag he was holding for her. “Hook, jab, uppercut!”

Katelynn Morgan, aka Agent Nightingale, was getting a kickboxing lesson from her colleague, Vertigo. They were both members of a secretive team of mercenaries known as Blackballoon. Three months had passed since Nightingale was brought in to the team, and Vertigo had been working with her in the kickboxing studio for the past few weeks to get her in shape.

Nightingale was wearing a pair of pink kickboxing gloves, a black sports bra, and some tight fitting boxer shorts. The shorts clung to her tone thighs and round ass snugly, and the matching sports bra was just as snug as it cradled her enormous breasts – her best feature. Nightingale was blessed with a voluptuous set of knockers that were nearly the size of her head. It would take a grown man two hands to cup one of them in its entirety. Despite the sports bra hugging and holding her boobs tightly, they jiggled everywhere as she threw hooks and jabs.

Vertigo continued to call out the order for her to throw punches, and eventually she stopped, wiping sweat from her forehead. Nightingale’s forehead was dripping with sweat, and her sandy brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail as she worked out.

“Don’t stop now, we’ve still got half an hour to go.” Vertigo told her. Her companion on the Blackballoon team was a heavily muscled man in his early thirties. He was apparently a football star in his earlier days, but Katelynn, being a computer nerd, had never heard of him before. Now, he worked with her on hand to hand combat, trying to bring her up to speed with the rest of the team.

“But I’m tired!” she complained as she bent over and placed her hands on her knees. As she leaned over, her heavy tits were pushed out slightly more.

“You’re making great improvements so far, Nightingale, but you have a long way to go.” the muscular man replied.

Their conversation was cut short as Vertigo’s phone beeped across the room. He set down his gloves and walked to the side of the boxing studio and checked the text message that appeared.

“What’s it say?” Nightingale asked, breathing heavily.

“Looks like your workout will be cut short today. It’s HQ, we need to head back there right now.” the man intoned.

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

Nightingale and Vertigo reported to Colonel James “Mack” MacKinnon’s office at Blackballoon Headquarters. The main Headquarters for Blackballoon Operations were in a high-rise skyscraper that overlooked downtown Phoenix. The Colonel was sitting behind his desk with a cigar in his mouth while he looked at some files on his desk.

“The mayor of a small rural village in Mexico has hired us to help him.” the retired war veteran began to explain. “A group of drug runners has come in and set up business on the outskirts of his town, and the villagers are terrified.”

“Understood, but why can’t the local government down there do something?” Vertigo asked, crossing his heavy arms, and then he glanced down to check out his biceps.

“Because they’re corrupt, and the mayor believes the drug cartel is buying them off. We’re his only hope. I need you two to go down to Mexico right away and find out just what we’re dealing with down there.” The Colonel said.

“But, sir. Why me? There’s no computer hacking involved. Wouldn’t one of the other team members be better suited?” Nightingale asked, seeming concerned.

MacKinnon shook his head and took a drag off his cigar. “There’s no one else. Cheetah and Aspen are out on assignment in Canada. You two are all I’ve got. Besides, it’s just a reconnaissance mission for now. In other words, go down and survey the situation for now.” The grizzled man took another puff of his cigar and added, “Your contact down there is Rosalina Diaz, the mayor’s daughter. She’ll fill you in on the rest of the details and show you around.”

As Katelynn and Vertigo left the office, Katelynn had a very concerned look on her face. Vertigo noticed it too.

“You’ll be ok, Nightingale, just stick with me.” he assured her with a wink.

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

The two agents traveled to Mexico via the company helicopter, and once they landed on the other side of the border, it took them another two days travel by jeep to reach the small, secluded mountain village. The village was nestled in the jungle hills with hardly any other civilization around it. No wonder this seemed like the perfect location for the drug cartel to set up shop.

The village was very quaint, having one main street, one Inn, one cantina, and one general store. Vertigo and Nightingale arrived in the village in their jeep and pulled up to the only Inn in town. Nightingale hopped out and grabbed her backpack. She was dressed for bush-whacking in the jungle – a tight green tank-top, khaki shorts, and a pair of hiking boots. As she hopped out of the jeep, a couple men who were sitting outside the Inn stopped and stared at her enormous jugs as she walked past them. She blushed slightly as she attracted büyükçekmece escort the attention, and thought about whether she should have worn something more conservative, but nothing she wore could hide her huge fuck-pillows. Her jugs bounced in the green tank top, and the low cut front showed a gorgeous view of the perfectly round inner slopes of her tits that made up her cleavage.

Vertigo grabbed his equipment and slung his backpack over his shoulders as the two of them walked in the front door of the Inn. Inside, they found Rosalina waiting for them at an empty table.

Rosalina Diaz, the mayor’s daughter, was a beautiful young twenty year old girl. The tan latina had beautiful long dark hair, deep, sensual brown eyes, and an amazing full-bosomed figure. The white sundress she was wearing looked great with her mocha skin, and the low cut neckline of the dress swooped down to display a view of her bountiful, full, round jugs. Her tits could only be described as fuck-jugs. The brown, perfectly rounded breasts were young and perky, and were enticing to look at.

“Rosalina, I’m Agent Vertigo.” he introduced himself, trying not to stare into the deep view of her young, bulging titties, but the effort was futile. His gaze kept dropping to her melons.

“Hello, I’m Nightingale.” Katelynn said as the girl embraced her in a hug. The two girls hugged firmly, and for a moment, both of their sets of big titties squeezed together during the embrace. It was a sight for Vertigo to witness, one that gave him an instant hardon. Both of those enormous sets of hooters mashing together would make any man hard.

“Mucho gusto.” the busty latina greeted them and motioned for them to sit. Then she continued in English, with a moderate accent. “Thank you for coming. My father is so worried about the drug runners on the outskirts of town. They’ve been here for weeks, terrorizing our village!”

“Can you show us where their camp is?” Vertigo asked her.

“Si, yes.” she responded, nodding her head. “It’s late now, but we go in the morning.”

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

The next morning, the two Blackballoon agents met Rosalina in the lobby of the Inn as they prepared to set out to find the drug cartel’s camp. Rosalina was wearing something more appropriate for hiking today – a pair of tight jeans that seemed painted on her body, hiking boots, and a military style button-up shirt that was ripped away to make it a half-shirt, leaving her thin, slender belly completely bare.

They ditched the jeep and instead walked on foot through the jungle for about three miles, whacking their way through brush and foliage until finally they reached the crest of a hill. Rosalina stopped them and they crouched down as she pointed to the valley below. Below them in the valley just beyond the hill, were several makeshift huts, with a dirt road leading to them.

“This is where they make the drugs.” Rosalina whispered to them.

Nightingale nodded her head and took out a pair of binoculars from her backpack, and began surveying the camp.

“I must leave you now, I’m needed in the village. Lo siento.” Rosalina explained, seeming to plead for their forgiveness.

“It’s ok, you’ve done plenty. Thank you.” Vertigo told her, and then the busty daughter disappeared into the jungle.

“What do you see?” Vertigo asked his companion, Nightingale.

“Looks to be about six huts for making the drugs, and one larger hut at the other end of the camp. Maybe the barracks or something.” Katelynn explained.

There was smoke coming from one of the chimneys, indicating that someone had a fire running.

“Let’s go down and take a closer look.” the muscular man suggested as she slung his backpack around his shoulders again and was already starting down the hill before Katelynn could protest.

“Wait, it seems dangerous. We’re just supposed to observe the camp and report back to the Colonel.” Katelynn responded.

“Come on, we’ll just look around. I don’t think anyone’s down there. Let’s take a few pictures and gather some intel.” he said, still walking away. She could either follow him or sit alone in the jungle and probably get lost. Katelynn chose to follow him, but she swore to herself the entire way down the hill.

As it turned out, the camp was empty after all. Vertigo lead Nightingale boldly through the camp and they examined the huts where the drugs were created and packaged. Each hut seemed like a mini science lab. Finally they decided to investigate the larger hut on the other end of the camp. There didn’t appear to be much. Maybe whatever they had they took with them. The place was eerily silent, as if whoever was here would be back at any minute. Vertigo was quite casual as he snapped several pictures with his digital camera, intending to upload them to Blackballoon HQ later.

“They could be back any moment, we should get out of here.” the busty agent said with a nervous gulp.

“Yeah you’re probably right. I got what I need. Let’s ditch this place.” Vertigo fatih escort agreed to a huge sigh of relief from Katelynn.

As the two Blackballoon agents exited the hut, they stopped in their tracks as two jeeps screeched to a stop just a few feet in front of them, and six drug cartel thugs jumped out, armed with machetes and long rusty knives. They were shouting loudly and neither Katelynn nor Vertigo could understand what exactly they were saying – but they knew they were being ordered to stand still. The last person to exit the jeep was none other than Lady Evelina, one of the Blackballoon team’s nemesis.

The busty villainess was wearing a slimming black leather corset, despite the jungle heat. The tightly-laced corset slimmed her already-thin waist to impossibly small proportions, and emphasized her already large breasts. Her fair-skinned cleavage was on full display as she jumped from the jeep, her titties bouncing naturally. She wore elbow-length black opera gloves to match her corset, and a pair of knee-high boots with dozens of buckles completed her outfit. Not one of her thugs dared stare at her cleavage even as it bounced.

Dark jet-black hair fell down around her shoulders as Evelina positioned herself between her armed thugs and she peered at the Blackballoon agents from behind her dark-rimmed glasses. The sinister woman crossed her arms underneath her breasts and gave a long sigh.

“Blackballoon agents.” she said with disgust. “Your team has caused me enough headaches and cost me a hell of a lot of money. And now you’ve tracked me down to this remote piece of jungle and are probably planning on ruining this for me too.”

Vertigo and Nightingale looked at each other and exchanged worried glances.

“Kill them!” Lady Evelina shouted.

The thugs lunged toward them and Vertigo shouted “Run, Nightie!” as he grabbed a smoke grenade from his belt and popped it. Smoke billowed around them as the two agents ran in opposite directions.

Nightingale ran as hard and fast as she could, without wasting any energy to even look back. She ran and ran until her legs burned, and after a few minutes she realized she was by herself at the top of the hill where they had been a few minutes before. Vertigo wasn’t with her. No one was nearby, in fact.

Since she was by herself and seemed to have lost her pursuers, she grabbed her binoculars again and peered down toward the encampment. She looked just in time to see Vertigo with his hands tied behind his back being escorted by the thugs and Lady Evelina into the large hut.

“Shit.” Katelynn said.

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

“Tie him up, hands behind his back still.” Lady Evelina ordered her thugs, a scowl of pure annoyance on her face.

Vertigo was quickly pushed into a heavy wooden chair and tied securely with his hands behind his back. His feet, chest and legs were bound too, making it impossible to move.

“Leave us.” she said, waving her arm to her thugs. They looked at her in question, but after an evil glare from her, the thugs quickly left the room, leaving just Lady Evelina alone with Vertigo inside.

“Now, I’m going to get exactly what I want from you.” the sinister Evelina said, slowly removing one of her gloves at a time as she paced in front of the man tied to the chair.

“What do you want from me?” Vertigo grunted.

“I want to know the location of your pathetic organization’s headquarters. Then, I’m going to blow your headquarters sky-high and be rid of you pitiful mercenaries once and for all.”

Vertigo laughed, “I’ll never tell you that!”

“Oh, I have ways of making you talk.” Evelina said, placing her gloves on the table. She positioned herself in front of Vertigo, directly in his line of sight. The busty woman would be gorgeous if she wasn’t scowling all the time. Vertigo snatched a glance at her deep cleavage and wondered what it would be like to tittyfuck the bitch.

“You’ll never get me to talk, you bitch. I’ve undergone enhanced-interrogation resistance training. You can torture me all you want, but I’ll never tell you a thing!” he spat.

“Oh, I have a very specific type of torture that I don’t think you’re trained for.” she replied with a sinister grin. Evelina picked up a large knife from the table and then cut away the crotch of Vertigo’s pants, leaving his cock and balls exposed. The muscular man had a confused look on his face, wondering what she was planning to do.

“I saw you staring at my tits earlier.” she began to speak sensually. “I bet you were wondering what they felt like, weren’t you? Maybe you imagined squeezing them while you sucked on my nipples, or perhaps you even imagined having them pressed around your cock as I gave you a titjob.”

The villainess leaned over Veritgo and pressed her heavy jugs up against his chest. Her oversized titties didn’t spill out of her corset, barely. Instead, her titflesh smushed up against Vertigo’s strong chest and she teased him by sliding her breasts down the length of his torso. Vertigo couldn’t esenyurt escort help himself, and his dick began to get hard. The man had an impressive 11-inch cock to go along with his ripped body. As Evelina continued to tease him, his rod became fully erect and arched up at attention.

“Well, fuck-stud, maybe you even imagined my lips wrapped around your cock, giving you the blowjob of your life. Did you?” she was teasing him, and now her bare hand was wrapped around the base of the man’s thick shaft. She squeezed him hard, and precum dripped from the tip.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Vertigo asked, confused by this supposed interrogation.

“It’s a technique I invented. Soon, you’ll be so horny and desperate to cum, that you’ll tell me exactly what I need to know. And don’t you dare think that I’m going to let you cum unless you talk. You don’t get to bust your nut until you’ve told me everything.”

“Holy Fuck!” Vertigo gasped.

After her explanation, Evelina dropped to her knees in front of Vertigo, and spit a mouthful of saliva across his rock-hard shaft. She pressed herself up against his crotch, letting her enormous hooters rest up against his inner thighs. The man sighed as her spit dripped down his shaft, and she let another long trail of spit drool off her tongue and splatter across his dick.

Once his cock was good and wet, Lady Evelina pressed her puckered lips to the tip of Vertigo’s thick cockmeat, and sucked down some of his oozing precum that was drooling out the little slit at the tip. Her lips wrapped around his cockhead, and then she sealed them tightly around the entire tip. She started at first by giving little baby sucks, nursing him smoothly and tenderly. Vertigo’s dickmeat was already aching and throbbing hard, and the tip oozed with so much precum that it constantly trickled down her throat.

“Now, tell me where Blackballoon Headquarters is located.” the sinister lady said, letting go of his penis with her hands and her mouth.

Vertigo shook his head. “Never!”

“We’ll see how you feel about that in an hour.” she said, and swallowed his cock up again. She took a few more inches of his long fuck-stick into her mouth and began sucking harder now. Evelina sucked so hard that her cheeks caved in slightly. Her massive tits were pressed firmly up against his inner thighs, threatening to pop out of her tight corset. Soon, the thugs outside could hear wet slurping and sucking sounds coming from inside the large hut, but no one dared go inside.

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

Katelynn Morgan returned to the village out of breath. She stumbled into the main road as she exited the thick foliage of the jungle. Her breathing was deep and quick, and her clothes were soaked with sweat. The hair that had come loose from her pony-tail was matted to her head as beads of perspiration dripped down her forehead and chest. The busty agent ran to the Inn, looking for Rosalina.

Rosalina was doing dishes in the kitchen when she arrived, and quickly brought her a glass of water, a concerned look on her face. “Nightingale!” she exclaimed, seeing something was wrong.

“Rosalina, quickly, do you have a phone here?” she asked, taking a big gulp of much-needed water.

“Si, it is over there.” she pointed toward the front desk.

Katelynn quickly dialed Colonel MacKinnon’s office and explained the situation to him. They had come across the drug cartel’s camp, discovered it belonged to Lady Evelina’s crew, and they were ambushed and that Vertigo was currently being held prisoner by them.

“Holy shit, what SNAFU.” Mack said on the other end of the line.

“I know!” Katelynn responded, hoping the experienced colonel would have a plan.

After a pause, Mack responded: “Ok, sit tight. I’ll bring Cheetah and Aspen in from undercover and send them down for backup. They’re in Canada right now, so it will probably take them at least five days to reach you. Sit tight, Nightingale!”

“That’s too much time!” she cried out. “He’s probably being tortured by that bitch!”

“Nightingale, listen, the rest of the team is on assignment in Canada, so it’s going to take some time for backup to arrive.”

“There’s no time for backup.” Nightingale responded, and hung up the phone.

“Is everything ok?” Rosalina asked, fidgeting her hands together with a concerned look on her face.

Katelynn shook her head and stood up, she grabbed a towel off the counter and patted her chest, soaking up some of the titty-sweat that had collected there. “Rosalina, I need any weapons you have. I’m going to rescue Vertigo myself.” she said with resolve.

“I’m coming with you.” the busty latina responded.

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

Twelve hours had passed since the torture had begun, and by now Vertigo’s cock was aching more than he had ever felt in his life. His entire shaft was swollen and red, and his balls felt tense. Blue veins bulged from his scrotum as his balls had stiffened up, and the muscular man felt a pit in his stomach. He had never needed to ejaculate more in his life than he did now.

The evil bitch who was torturing him like this was squatting in front of him right now, rubbing lotion over his stiff prick. Evelina would take a handful of lotion and then slowly smear it across Vertigo’s cock, making sure to go slow enough so that he wouldn’t become over-stimulated and cum. By now, his dick was slick and slippery and was dripping with lotion.

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As we lay still cuddling and recovering, I feel you roll over to face me. You gather me into your arms, pull me close and hold me tightly. You begin kissing me, lightly at first, working towards taking my breath away. Your kisses begin to get deeper and deeper. You feel my desire blooming for you but you want me soaking wet again.

I feel your mouth leave mine and place kisses down my neck, around to the right side, nipping and sucking, bruising my skin, tasting our scent, feeling the sting of the salty taste from sweating as we made love the night before and from this mornings session. I feel you licking and sucking your way down to my tits, you begin licking and sucking my nipples, knowing you are teasing me. You know I love it when you squeeze my breasts tightly, sucking and nibbling on the nipples. You watch my body thrust forward into yours, wanting more, needing you, begging for your touch deep inside me. I feel you ever so slowly slide your hand downward.

I gasp in anticipation of your fingers plunging deeply inside of me. You hesitate, I moan, I beg you to please give it to me, but your hand slips back up my body and returns to my breast. You continue to lick and suck on each of my breasts and as each responds to your mouth, you begin to roll my nipples between your thumb and finger with just the right pressure to keep me gasping for my breath. You take one nipple between your teeth as only you can do, knowing I trust you and you bring me to the first of many intense orgasms. You immediately move over silivri escort to the other nipple and bring me more pleasure, knowing that I am capable of cumming for you many times. You watch as my body responds to your touches, knowing exactly when to let go and when to start again, bringing me to heights I have never realized before.

I beg you to finger fuck me, I need to feel you deep inside me, but you are not content that I am ready for you yet. I feel your mouth moving down over my body, lower and lower until you reach my private heaven. You spread my legs wider and lick the swollen lips of my pussy, as I climb that invisible wall that we both seem to need when we make love. I feel you tasting my juices with the tip of your tongue, my hips rising to try to get your mouth where I want it, but you just tease, gently dipping your tongue between the lips and across the tip of my clit, tracing the lips of my pussy. I am calling out your name, begging you to give me what I so desperately want and need, withering under you, but you just continue to tease me, bringing me to the highest heights, then as you retreat, the disappointing lows. You are building the passion you know I am capable of. You love to tease and torture me with pleasure, gently pushing me beyond what I believe to be my limits. Just when I think I can’t take any more you show me that I can, and I will, because it is what pleases you.

I watch as you move your hands over my body, along merter escort with the skills of your mouth to bring me even more pleasure. You won’t be satisfied until I have cum hard for you again. Slowly, I feel the heat rising up through my body, exploding in my brain as I scream when I cum this time. You move your body up and behind me to hold me in your arms until the tremors subside and my breathing returns to a relaxed pace. You offer me a drink of the ice water beside the bed and I sip it into my parched mouth.

I feel your hand move down on my thigh reaching for my swollen pussy; I push my hips back into your body, feeling your hardness against my ass. Feeling your cock pressed into my skin, I want you desperately to finger fuck my pussy. I remember the feelings of your fingers from before, I can see you touching me deep inside, as you finger fuck my pussy. You trace the outer lips of my pussy with two fingers. I press out to capture the fingers but they elude me. You whisper in my ear as you bite gently on my neck, telling me you are going to fuck me now.

Moving from behind me and gently laying me down, you position yourself over me and force me to look into your eyes as you enter me with your hard cock. Watching my eyes, you see the intense pleasure shoot through me as you press your cock deep within my pussy. I want you to plunge in and out of me hard and fast, I am so hot for you. You begin to move ever so slowly in me, taking your time, building mecidiyeköy escort another explosive orgasm in me.
Slowly you pull out and slide down my body. You taste my juices. Running your tongue over and over my clit, sucking hard, gently biting, you bring me to all new heights and you watch intently as I explode when you take my pussy with your fingers. I=m drowning in the pleasure of your fingers and tongue. You take me over and over with your fingers, knowing I can give you more, as you begin slowing the pace, I can catch my breath again, and once more you finger fuck me to orgasm all over again.

I watch as you rise above me again and slowly enter my swollen, dripping wet pussy. I long for your silky smooth cock to plunge in and out of my wet pussy, the deep muscles of my pussy gripping your cock each and every time you plunge deep, milking you. Gazing into each others eyes waiting for the ultimate, knowing you will prolong this as long as you can; giving me all of the pleasures you have to offer. You know I will take them selfishly as I give myself over to you. Rhythmically we move with one another, my hips rising for each plunge, looking into your soul, my eyes a window to my heart, begging for the release I long for, the one you know will bring tears to my eyes, you know I have not given you everything, for you continue to make slow, lingering, passionate love to my pussy, my hands exploring your back, gripping your butt, my eyes still begging for the ecstasy that only you can release from me, and as you begin to see the tears pooling within my eyes, you finally bring us both to the highest heights, beyond the heavens, like nothing you have ever experienced, my body trembling under you as I pour everything I have left over your exploding cock, our cum mixing inside of me, both of holding on for dear life, then collapsing into the others arms.

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The odor of urine was in my nose if not on my pajamas. I hadn’t been wearing PJs when young Heather pissed during our sexual encounter, so it must have been mental.

I’d walked straight from the bedroom to the kitchen in this unfamiliar house. I’d been unable to locate any mail or document that would have identified me or the woman in the matching bathrobe. My stomach gurgled in response to the smells from the sizzling skillets and boiling pots on the stove: potatoes and onions; eggs with peppers? I salivated. “Hi, dear,” I mustered, “what’s cooking?”

“Did you have a nice nap?” Her face didn’t give anything away. And her robe, matching mine, hid the secrets of her body.

Nap? So it wasn’t morning but she was cooking a breakfast-style meal? “I guess so.”

She stirred one of the skillets. My nose hadn’t deceived me: fried potatoes and onions, and just about done. “Did you talk to her this morning?”

I didn’t know who ‘her’ was. Given the pattern of these time jaunts, ‘her’ was probably a daughter, whose name I didn’t know. “Uh.”

She used a spatula like Zorro used his sword. “Charlie, we talked about this last night. You promised.” The round egg shield flipped in the air and landed perfectly.

At least my name was still Charlie.

“She’ll be home from work soon.” She scooped potatoes and onions into the omelets shell, sprinkled it with shredded yellow cheese and folded it shut. “I’ll go out and leave you two alone. But really, she has to learn discipline.”

“Of course.” Who was I to argue with a master chef, or whatever she was.

Pretend wife slid the perfect omelets onto a waiting plate. “I put the jelly out.” Along side, she dropped three slices of already prepared bacon and a piece of toast. “Spending her paycheck at work is a bad behavior and we need to break her of it now. What did Deputy Fife used to say in Mayberry? Oh, yes. ‘Nip it in the bud.'”

I took the plate from her and sat at the table. Three kinds of jelly awaited: strawberry, raspberry and apricot. I took one bite of the omelets and considered staying with this nameless woman, eating myself silly until the end of my days. So our daughter spent her paycheck at work, hmm? Pretend wife was right, that wouldn’t serve her well in the long run. And I could have a rational conversation on that topic without sex. Success seemed assured. “Uh, okay dear.”

“Don’t dear me, just fix it. She looks up to you. Daddy’s girl. Just this once, use that leverage.”

I kept eating, worried that this was a dream and the plate would vanish. In no time flat, I joined the Clean Plate Club. I washed the dish and put it in the dishwasher spotless. No reason to make this wonderful wife and mother angry. I wondered when our next meal was, and what palat-pleasing fare awaited me.

I wandered through the house, looking for clues about my current identity. My pretend wife was dusting in the living room. “Do you know what you’re going to say? You’d better be prepared, or she’ll twist you around her little finger like she always does.”

So I was a pushover, huh? Not this time. Financial responsibility was an important skill, and I wasn’t going to let whatever-her-name-was go astray. I stuck my head in her room. A girly place, all pink and frilly. Carved wood letters in an arch above her mirror gave me one answer – her name – Nicole.

“She’s here,” my pretend wife hollered.

I walked the hall back to the living room, which was now dust free. The front door opened and Nicole walked in, her arms loaded with bags from Vanessa’s Secret. Damn, that was the store I’d taken Sissy to, back when I was pretend married to Heather. “Hey, I’ve got both of you here. Terrific. I’ve got big news!”

She dropped the bags, ran a over, and gave me a big hug. Her body was fit and trim, and too good in my arms. So I’d have to talk to Nicole about not spending her money at Vanessa’s Secret? This was going to be more difficult than I thought. yenibosna escort I’d hoped for an electronics store, a shoe store, anything but Vanessa’s Secret.

“You spent your check again, didn’t you?” My pretend wife snorted and stomped up the hall. The sound of her slamming our bedroom door shook the painting above the piano.

Nicole was still in my arms. Why hadn’t I let go? Because holding her felt too good. I dropped my arms and took a step back. “What’s the news?”

She smiled. “I’m up for a promotion! Can you believe it? I just started there and -“

Pretend wife reappeared, all dressed. Not a bad body either, just a bit worse for wear. I tried to image pretend wife in bed naked, but all my mind could conjure was images of the food she’d prepare, sumptuous and calorie-laden. “I’m going out. And not shopping!” She stormed out the front door. Evidently she released anger by slamming doors.

“What’ s with Mom?”

“We have to talk.” I said as I reached for Nicole’s hand. I wanted a physical connection.

“Okay, we can talk while I model.” She took her hand from mine.

“Huh?”

“I want to show to show you my latest purchases.” She picked up the pink shopping bags. “Come on, you know you like my fashion shows.”

We’d done that before, Nicole posing in lingerie for her father? Maybe her real father, but this would be my initiation. I followed her swaying ass down the hall. When I passed through her doorway, she put up a hand. “No, Dad, not here. Wait in your bedroom and I’ll come to you.” She flashed that smile again, and synapses went off in my brain. Where had I seen that smile before?

I went into my bedroom and sat on the mattress. This chat was not going to go well. I could just feel it. ‘I’ll come to you’? As long as it wasn’t ‘You’ll cum in me’. This was no flash back to save Nicole from a bad first experience. Or was there? Was time so jumbled for me? I hadn’t initiated Joy under similar circumstances, although I’d been prepared to, until Sissy interrupted.

Nicole called from the hallway, “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I lied: I wasn’t prepared at all.

Nicole waltzed in. The negligee was a thin veil over matching bra and panties. The bra pushed Nicole’s breasts up, making her modest chest look big. The panties were just whips of translucent cloth. “What do you think?”

“You’re gorgeous.” It was a truth that should have stayed hidden, but now both her body and my feelings were exposed. “But we still have to talk about your spending habits.”

She knelt on the floor in front of me. “Okay, what about them?”

“Your mother and I are worried that you don’t respect the value of money. This outfit is beautiful, no doubt about that. It makes you look – well – it makes you look -“

“Sexy? Desirable?”

I had the best seat in the house to view Nicole’s breasts, from above. She pressed her upper arms tight and her cleavage almost made me lean forward. “Yes, all of those things.”

“That’s why I buy these outfits. To please you. And I do, don’t I?” Her lips formed a perfect pout. A pout that was prepared to become a kiss.

And if I went there, then the game would be over. I’d be throwing off my robe and pajamas, and all caution to the wind. I took a deep breath. “You don’t need to spend your money to make me happy. I’m happy with you, just the way you are.”

“So you don’t like this outfit?” She stood and pirouetted.

The back of the panties was a thin strip, exposing her ass, round and full. “I like it very much.”

“Not it. Me? Don’t you like me in this?”

I didn’t understand the implication or intention. Hadn’t I been clear? She had to stop these purchases. “No.”

“Then I should take it off and return it.”

“Returning it is good, but wouldn’t it be best if you didn’t buy-“

The negligee slipped from her shoulders and hit the floor. So did my jaw. She reached behind her back with both hands, pushing her chest out. The bra popped open, sliding forward, releasing her tits. She reached for the sides of her panties.

My cock was throbbing. I wasn’t supposed to do this, was I? Have sex with Nicole? Wasn’t I supposed to wait until she had bad first sex and then come back and make it better? “Shouldn’t you change in your room?”

“I want you to see my body. Boys seem to think I have a nice body. They compliment me all of the time. About my nice tits.” She held them up for inspection. “And my legs.” She lifted one off the ground and put it on the bed next to me. I followed her hands, which stroked her limb from ankle past the knee and up her thigh. I couldn’t take my eyes off her crotch, her pussy playing peek-a-boo through the lacy fabric.

Nicole let me take a long look before zeytinburnu escort she put her foot back on the floor. “And even my booty.” She turned around, giving me a close-up view of her exposed ass. Her pussy a lace-covered bulge just below two round globes.

“They’re right, of course. You have a beautiful body, no matter what you wear. So you don’t have to spend all of your money to show off for me.”

“Then how do I get your attention? I just want you to love me.”

“I do love you, sweetheart.”

“No, Dad. I mean love me. Make love to me. I want you so bad.” She was back on the floor, with her hands on my knees, looking up at me with needy eyes.

My pretend daughter was asking for me to be her lover: probably her first. Why did I need to make her suffer through a bad experience when I could make it right for her now? One less time trip. “And you’ll stop blowing your paycheck on this stuff?”

“Oh yes. I’ll blow you instead.” She pulled my robe open and pulled my cock from my pajama pants. “It’s so much bigger up close.”

She’d seen it before, from a distance? Her lips kissed cock. It lurched against the moist flesh. “Oh Daddy, you’re so big. How will it ever fit in a small pussy like this?” She leaned back and spread her legs, and pulled back the outer flesh.

If my pretend wife’s daughter kept her promise, a roll in the sack would solve the problem. And I couldn’t turn down this opportunity. Hell, it was probably the reason the clock had sent me here. To give this young woman her first sexual experience. And no one can refuse the clock.

She pulled me to the floor and rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her labia. “I’ve waited so long for this. You have no idea.” Just as I pushed my hips closer, the phone rang. Nicole moved out from under me. “I have to take this.” My cock rubbed across her belly and a breast as she slid past.

I heard only her half of the conversation. “Hello?” “Yes.” “I do? That’s terrific.” “All right. Yes. Fine.” “Oh, thank you. Thank you so much!” Nicole put down the phone. “I got it!” She hugged me, her naked body smooth and warm and formerly willing. “I got the promotion. I’m Vanessa’s Secret’s newest senior sales clerk.”

I kissed her cheek. “I’m very proud of you.” I let myself kiss her on the lips. Hell, I’d been prepared to fuck her. A kiss was no big deal.

She returned the passion through her lips, pressing her body against mine. If she hadn’t been juiced up before, this news had pushed her over. Not that she was a pushover, but she’d been very willing from the start. ‘Senior sales clerk’ echoed in my mind. And then I knew where I’d seen that smile. The clerk who’d allowed me and Sissy to play around in the dressing room! No wonder she looked at me that way. Or had it been my imagination?

I shrugged off my robe, unbuttoned my top. My PJ pants were already at my ankles so I stepped out of them. We were both completely naked and ready for her first time. She scooted back on the bed. I climbed over her, hovering. I kissed her lips again. She tried to pull me down but I hadn’t explored her body enough. I tested each nipple with my lips. She arched her back in response. I slid lower and kissed her navel, then slid my tongue lower until it reached her labia. This time, I pulled her pussy open and sampled her with my mouth.

“Dad! Oh Dad! Don’t tease me like this! I’m ready. Pleeeeese!”

I scrambled up between her spread thighs. The silver clock on the nightstand was not pleased. I could tell by the look on its face. But what difference did it make, if she got her first sexual experience from me now, or later after someone had botched the job? She took my cock in hand and put it in position. That’s when my digestion grabbed my undivided attention. I had a bad cramp, one that wouldn’t wait. I bolted for the bathroom. I sat on the toilet not a moment too soon. It felt like I was emptying my entire body into the toilet.

“Dad? Dad? Are you okay?”

“Yes, dear. I’m sorry. It came on so sudden.”

The force had been so strong; I hadn’t had to squeeze even once. I cleaned myself, flushed, and washed up. My cock had softened. When I came out, Nicole was on the bed, sitting cross-legged, in my bathrobe, no skin exposed. My pretend wife stood next to the bed, arms folded. “Hi, honey.”

“Honey my ass. What were you two doing?”

“We talked, just like you wanted. And Nicole promised not to buy lingerie any more.”

“And what was she going to get in return, hmm? That?” She pointed at my prick.

I hadn’t bothered to cover up. “Oh, that? Well, you see -” How could I explain my mission, to make young women’s first experiences pleasurable to a woman whose name I still didn’t know? “- I wanted acıbadem escort Nicole’s first time to be a good one.”

“First time?” Nicole laughed. “You thought you were taking my virginity?” She laughed so hard she fell over. The robe separated, exposing her pussy. My cock started to get harder.

“Charlie, look at yourself. Getting an erection thinking about your daughter’s sexual behavior! And you, missy, are you using protection? We’re going to the doctor right now, to get you fitted for contraceptives and tested for sexually transmitted diseases. Go get dressed.”

Nicole bounced from the room, still in my bathrobe. My pretend wife followed, but then stopped in the doorway. “And if you think you’ll be able to have sex with our daughter after she’s safe, you have another thing coming.”

I sat on the bed while they chatted in the distance. I heard the front door slam and the sound of a car pulling away from the curb, laying rubber.

I had to go. I certainly couldn’t stay in this relationship, not with pretend wife pissed and a laughing stock to Nicole.

I yearned for my real wife Maggie and my real daughter Felice. The event that messed up my own history was when I chose to save Maggie the humiliation of getting raped by Roger. There was only one way to put things back the way they were. My stomach knotted, and not from my recent meal. I lay down in bed, holding the silver clock to my chest, picturing the alley.

—–

Just like the previous time when I time-tripped back to save my wife from rape, I was alongside a garage in the alley that Maggie used to walk home from her date with Roger, the quarterback. The last time I was here, I’d scared Roger away and pretended to be him, coaxing Maggie into a mutually enjoyable fuck. There was no sign of me on my previous trip. Maybe the laws of time travel prevented such paradoxes. In any case, it was just Roger and me. I knew where Roger would be, stalking his victim in a ski mask. I didn’t want to scare him off or interfere, so I crept to the house next door, hopefully one without dogs. Around the corner of the garage wall, I watched Maggie come closer. Roger stepped out. Maggie was surprised but not defensive. Roger took her hand and moved her into the shadows. I heard her voice, asking questions, pleading to be released. Then a shriek. Had he ripped off her clothes, or merely advanced on her too fast? Her begging tones turned to sobs, crying as Roger took advantage. He was shouting demands, that she take pleasure in his forced entree. That she enjoy having non-consensual intercourse. He must have finished, because I saw him run out into the alley and towards his frat house, pulling the ski mask from his head and stuffing it into his varsity jacket pocket.

The deed was done. I knew what it would take to escape this time trip. Head down, I ran into the garage wall.

—–

When I opened my eyes, I was laying on the couch in my bathrobe. The sun was low in the sky, so it was evening. “Well, look who’s back from dreamland. I swear, you never have time for family, do you? You work all day and then come home and nod off.” Maggie was back, her old chilly self.

“Where’s Felice?” I asked.

“She had dinner at a friend’s house, but they’re coming back here to work on some kind of project. Now you be nice, do you hear me?”

I sighed. “Yes, dear.”

We were back to normal, a complete family with an unfortunate but necessary scar. I sat up and leaned back against the sofa. Some political news show was on. The candidates being discussed were those of my original present, so I was confident I was back in my own home at the right time. And Felice was back, as if she’d never vanished.

The front door opened and Felice walked in, followed by her friend. “Hi, Daddy. Do you know Hermana?” Felice stepped aside.

Hermana was an identical twin to Sissy, my previous pretend daughter when I was pretend married to Heather. Blonde and stacked. “Hello, Mister Norris.”

Good, my name was still the same. Felice walked to the couch, leaned over, and kissed me hard on the lips. That was the Felice I remembered, sexy and horny. And I had Maggie’s permission to fuck her. At least, I used to. Did I still? And how could I ask such a thing? I’d have to wait for a clue from Maggie before I made my move.

I was shocked when Hermana mimicked Felice and bent over to kiss me. Her tits made my hands itch for contact. Her kiss was even more potent than Felice’s. And Hermana licked my lips with her tongue as our faces separated.

I took out a hankie and dabbed my forehead. My cock hardened with the thought of these two sensual females in the house. But then I remembered the look of scorn on the silver clock’s face when I tried to have sex in real time as opposed to flashback time. This was not going to end well.

Thanks to Scalia for insightful edits.

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Another joint effort story with a fellow member, littlemissy05.

As the other ladies laughed, Sile looked in defeat at the charred attempt she had made on the grilled cheese sandwiches. The smoke detector on her dining room ceiling hanging open with the battery still in her hand Sile turned on the stove fan and headed over to open the window thinking to herself, “why did I even try.”

Sile had moved to California recently from her native home of Dublin, Ireland. It was a very bold move for her, but she felt she needed to get her life back in order after the disaster of a marriage she had just ended. At 36 Sile felt she needed a drastic change, she had married a man whom she had met while finishing her Nursing degree, hard to fathom, but, he was the first and only man she had ever slept with, they dated for a couple years and finally decided to marry. After 8 years of misery Sile finally decided that she had about all of his childishness she could handle and filed for divorce. The betrayal she felt from his constant affairs had finally sunk in enough that she made the decision to end her mental torture and move on with her life. A month after the divorce was final she received a letter from a Veteran’s Hospital in California accepting her resume and asking her out for phone interview. Though she had also put out resumes to many local facilities, this California job was something she thought would really work at getting her life on a better track.

The interview went very well, an offer was accepted and in just two weeks Sile thought, “my life will change.”

Sile really enjoyed her new job, and she was learning to navigate the new city, she had gotten a small apartment a couple blocks from the hospital and had made some casual friendships with many of her fellow nurses. Three of whom were her closest friends; Brenda, Gracie and Angie, who had adopted her into their tight circle with open arms. The four were like a sisterhood, and the ladies had taken the role of guides for Sile’s Americanization. They had a rotating weekend dinner at each of their homes, and so it was this that had brought them all to Sile’s tiny apartment that fateful evening.

“Oh shit!” Exclaimed Sile as she turned to her laughing friends. “I really thought this would be one food I could cook without burning, at least I have plenty of wine and cheese still.”

With that the ladies opened the third bottle of wine and giggled while they waited for the pizza delivery.

Filling the glasses with wine, Brenda said, “We gather for friendship not food.” Raising her glass in a toast, as they all join in and laugh.

“Well lucky thing we have our friendship, because the food was a big disaster.” Sile piped in, with agreeing nods for all.

As the ladies enjoy the pizza and start the fourth bottle of wine, Brenda speaks up, “hey, there is a fund raiser at the hospital tonight, why don’t we go and check it out?”

“Oh ya,” said Angie, “I hear that there will also be a silent auction for some wonderful items as well as a band with a dance floor.”

“Not to mention a hot Doctor or two,” said Gracie with a sigh.

“And food,” added Sile.

“I’ll call a cab,” Gracie stated, “let’s get ourselves primped up a bit.”

The cab dropped the four somewhat giddy if not quite inebriated ladies off at the hospital entrance, as they made their way up the walk Brenda noticed a catering truck parked in the loading zone. “Look ladies,” she exclaimed, “they went all out for this event, no hospital food tonight!”

As the four of them made their way through the lobby to the large conference room that was set up for the event, they laughed and giggled at each other’s attempts at jokes, all of them feeling a bit over relaxed and bawdy from the wine. Stepping through the doors to the conference room, Gracie said, “Wow, some of these Doctors really clean up pretty good.”

“Calm your hormones Gracie,” Brenda whispered, “we have to work with them every day. We aren’t here for a hookup, and you know Sile is still very fragile emotionally.”

As they entered a waiter came up to them with a tray of champagne, each taking a glass they headed toward the buffet table.

“Wow, this is some spread,” Sile said. “I don’t know where to start.”

As they picked up some plates an older man came up to them from the other side of the table. “Good evening ladies, please feel free to enjoy as much as you want, I or my staff will gladly answer any question you have, my name is David, I am the owner of the restaurant that prepared tonight’s feast.”

Looking over the spread, Brenda told him, “thank you David, it all looks wonderful, but if anyone has any questions it will be our friend Sile here, she is rather new to the country, and in truth a God awful cook.”

The ladies all turned toward Sile with a smile, nodding in unison.

“Yes I admit it,” said Sile, “I do have the ability to make many foods inedible, thank God for microwaves or I would probably starve.”

“Well dear ladies,” David said, “my Chef is here tonight, gebze escort he is responsible for all of these dishes, and if you ladies would like, at the silent auction tables we have donated both meal vouchers for our restaurant and you Sile may have an interest in the private cooking lesson from Chef Paul that is also offered, please enjoy the food and music, and have a wonderful evening.” He then slid back behind the curtain to the prep area.

“Really David, do you have to advertise that cooking class?” Paul asked him as he put down his coffee cup. “You know I am still upset with your little trick.” At 57 Paul really did not feel like starting a teaching career.

“Oh come now Paul, you are a damn good chef, look at how well you have taught your crew,” David said, placing a hand on Paul’s shoulder.

“Different situations call for different actions,” Paul huffed as he placed his chef’s hat on his head. “I feel very comfortable teaching professional cooks, not teaching some silly housewife how to peel a damn potato.”

Stepping from behind the curtain, Paul put on a smile to greet the guests as they were filling their plates.

“Sile,” Brenda whispered, “look it is the chef. Let’s go talk to him, maybe he will give you some pointers.”

As Paul walks the buffet line, nodding and greeting the guests, he notices the four women looking his way and makes his way towards them.

“Good evening ladies,” Paul says with a smile, “do you have any questions about the food?”

“Oh no, not at all,” said Brenda, “we all work here and were just discussing the nice change from the normal hospital food we have each day. You have such a beautiful display, it is hard to choose what to try.”

“Thank you,” Paul said to her, “please ladies, feel free to try as much as you want, there is plenty of food.”

“Paul,” Angie said with a smile, “this is our friend Sile, she has recently moved to California from Ireland, she may have a question for you.”

As the ladies push Sile towards him.

“Hello,” says Sile in an embarrassed whisper, “a pleasure to meet you.” As she pushes back away from her friends.

“Well, it is my pleasure young lady,” Paul says with a slight nod. “Do you have a question about the food?”

“Well no, not really, it’s just so nice to see food displayed to wonderfully,” Sile said, as she dropped her eyes.

“Ok then, you ladies enjoy yourselves, I must re-stock some items,” Paul told them and stepped behind the curtain, thinking to himself, “cute little lass that one.”

The four ladies took their plates and found a table, as they sat another waiter appeared with more champagne, thanking him they sat and began to talk and laugh, teasing their shy friend Sile.

“Chef Paul kind of took a liking to you Sile,” Gracie said.

“Ya, maybe an older man is what you need,” Chimed in Brenda.

“Hush you two,” scolded Sile, downing her glass of champagne, “though he is kind of cute.”

The women ate and drank throughout the evening, talking and laughing with each other. Taking glances at the buffet table when ever Chef Paul would make an appearance. Each time, making sure to point out to Sile that he was there.

After eating they wandered the rows of auction tables, making a bid on this or that. Brenda came upon the bid sheet for the private cooking lessons being offered by Chef Paul, she picked up paper and took it around to Angie and Gracie. “Ladies,” she said with a grin, “lets pool our money for this, do we really want to chance another meal at Sile’s home? Besides, she did say she thought he was cute.”

The bid so far listed on the paper had reached $50.00, checking their purses they decided they would go for broke for their friend. Putting a bid of $300.00 down they were confident that they would win.

As Brenda wrote the bid and added Sile’s name, she said to the others, “think of it as a welcome to California present for Sile, as well as a benefit for our stomachs.”

Putting the bid sheet back on the table, Brenda re-joined her friends, they made their way around the room, enjoying the music and talking with friends and colleagues.

The music stopped and the Chief of Staff took the stage announcing the time for the winning bidders.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “I would like to thank you all for attending and for all of the generous bids, as you know all items were donated so that our hospital can continue its support of our many veterans. First I must ask for a round of applause for David and his staff for providing the wonderful food for tonight, David please invite your staff to the stage.”

As David gathered his staff, Paul stayed back, “Paul,” said David, “come on up here with us, you are the one they want to see.”

Reluctantly and with a deep sigh Paul joins the staff as they walk towards the stage, slightly embarrassed at the sound of applause, Paul steps onto the stage and waves a hand towards his staff in acknowledgement. As Paul and his göztepe escort staff turn to leave the stage, David said, “Paul, please stay up here with us for a moment.”

Looking at David with a touch of contempt, Paul dismissed his staff and glared at David.

Taking the microphone David turns to the crowd and says, “ladies and gentlemen, I would like to personally thank my chef, Paul, for his time tonight, I can see that you all enjoyed his creations. Now before I return the microphone to your good Doctor, I would like to make the announcement on the winning bid for a personal cooking lesson so graciously donated by Paul, and let me tell you folks, the bidding far exceeded any expectations we held. As a matter of fact, out of the over 2oo items donated, this little gesture of Paul’s brought in the highest amount, a total of $500.00.”

Upon hearing this both Angie and Gracie let a slight frown cross their lips, but Brenda on the other hand was all smiles, knowing that she upped the ante with her own cash.

“So Paul, it looks like you have a very eager student for your services, again, I thank you for myself and I am sure the hospital thanks you as well,” David continued, “when the winning bidder of a private cooking lesson from chef Paul is, Sile. Please come forward to claim your prize.”

At hearing her name announced, Sile’s eyes as well as her mouth shot open, with prods from her friends, and applause from the audience she slowly stood looking first at her friends, then at the room full of people and finally up at the stage, where her and Paul’s eyes met, a smile coming to Paul’s face.

“Please,” said David, “young lady, please come up here.”

“I, um, well I don’t know,” Sile mumbled.

Her friends stood with her, pushing her toward the stage.

“Go Sile, it is our gift to you,” Brenda said, as they all nodded.

Sile went on stage, and was introduced to Paul, they then left the stage to make arrangements for the cooking class.

Walking toward her table, Paul pulled out her chair and said, “well it looks like your friends really want you to have a cooking class.”

They all nodded in agreement, as Sile sat there blushing.

“Are you free this weekend?” Paul asked Sile.

“Um, well, yes, I mean I think so,” Sile mumbled, “I am off on Sunday and Monday, if that fits into your schedule.”

“Then Sunday it is,” Paul stated with a chuckle, “don’t be nervous now, I seldom bite.” With that he handed her his business card, circling his cell phone number, handed to her and said, “call this number to give me directions and a time, don’t worry about anything else, I will bring all that we will need for your lesson.” Standing Paul said goodbye to the ladies, then taking Sile’s hand gave it a quick kiss and said, “at your service good lady.”

As Paul left the table, the ladies began to laugh and looking at Sile, who was still staring at her just kissed hand, began telling her how they had thought this a perfect welcoming gift and they hoped she liked it.

“Oh my, oh my,” Sile just repeated over and over, all the while just looking at her hand. “oh my, oh my, did you see that?” Sile questioned of her friends, then stated, “did you see him kiss my hand? Did you see him hold my chair for me? Oh my, he kissed my hand, did you see that, he kissed my hand.”

As the work week started for Sile her friends were there to greet her at the in the break room, “well have you called yet?” Brenda asked, to a chorus of ya did ya, did ya, from the other ladies.

“No, I have not, really it was only two nights ago.” Sile stated. “I plan on calling him tonight to set up our lesson, I am glad it is a week away, it gives my apartment time to air out from the smell of burnt cheese.”

Paul arrived at Sile’s tiny apartment promptly at 4pm, just as they had discussed on the phone. Bringing in his chef’s tools and the groceries on her small table. Looking at Sile Paul said, “well little lady, are you ready for a lesson?”

“Yes, I am ready, but I am a bit nervous. You see, I am in fact a very terrible cook, I do really think I am beyond help,” Sile said with a bit of embarrassment. “I wasn’t sure how to dress, I certainly do not have the full outfit like you are wearing.”

Paul looked at her petite frame in a light summer style skirt and blouse, noticing for the first time the reddish hair and green eyes. “You look fine,” he said, “actually you look very beautiful.”

Both blushed a little at this compliment.

“I did bring you a chef’s coat,” he said handing her a box. “I figured you for a small.”

Opening the box, Sile pulled out a neatly folded white jacket, holding it up she noticed that it was the same design as Paul’s, when she turned it around, there over the pocket was her name embroidered in the same lettering as Paul’s was, minus of course the title of Executive Chef.

“Oh my,” Sile squealed, “it has my name on it, I am going to go put it on right now.”

Returning to the kitchen haramidere escort after changing Sile stood there holding the front closed, “um, Paul, I don’t seem to understand these buttons,” she said. “they are like little cloth knots and there is another button on the inside.”

“Yes, they can be tricky the first time,” Paul said with a smile, “the inside button is to make sure the coat stays even, and the cloth buttons are called ‘frogs’, come here I will help you with it.”

Sile stepped up to Paul, looking up at his 6′ frame she felt so small next to him, her only being 5′. Paul looked down into her beautiful green eyes staring up at him, a twitch of desire shooting through his body. He kneeled down in front of her, on his knees so he could easily reach the buttons, as Paul reached for the inside button, his hand grazed the bare skin of her midriff. Sile’s body involuntarily shivered, she took in a sharp breath and felt the goose bumps form. Paul could smell the light aroma of her perfume, Sile’s hands released the hold she had on the jacket and it fell open revealing her light skin tone and a good portion of her bra covered breasts.

As Paul took in the beauty of her near nakedness, his eyes wandered down, seeing a tiny four leaf clover tattoo just above her belly button. Caught up in the moment, Paul leaned forward and gave the little tattoo a kiss.

“Oh god, yes,” Sile said as her hands came down to Paul’s head, holding him to her skin.

Paul opened the jacket fully, and pulled it from her shoulders, leaving her with only a bra covering her upper body, as he pulled the jacket free his hands came to the small of her back, pulling her body to him. Sile’s fingers raked through Paul’s hair as she felt his lips caressing her stomach, her body shivered as her tummy muscles tightened under his lips.

Reaching up Paul unclasped her bra, Sile shrugged her shoulders to let it fall to the ground, lifting his head away from her belly, Paul gazed at her small beautiful breasts, bringing his mouth to one nipple and then the other letting his tongue dance across them as they hardened.

“Oh my, oh my, yes Paul.” Sile was saying through panting breaths.

Paul stood and bent down, lifting Sile’s tiny body into his arms, lowering his face to hers, kissed her peach flavored lips. Sile wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back, opening her mouth to his exploring tongue. Paul carried her out of the kitchen down past the small bathroom to her bedroom, gently laying her on the bed, he bent once more to kiss her lips, then her chin and trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts. Sile, lay there, arms spread across the bed, her body shaking with overwhelming, yet confusing desire.

Paul was confused as well, he had never felt such desire for a woman, let alone ever considered that he would have a nearly naked woman in bed and not in the kitchen as they had planned.

As Paul’s mouth trailed lower, returning to that little clover tattoo that seemed to have started it all, he again kissed it, as he was kissing the little clover his hands reached down and grabbing both the skirt and panty bands, began to pull them slowly down. Unsure of where this sudden lust would lead them, he felt Sile lift her hips slightly allowing him to completely remove her remaining clothes. Her body was magnificent, Paul’s eyes gazed at the light reddish tuft of hair covering her pussy, he bent to lightly kiss it, breathing in the sweet smell of desire. As his tongue passed between her pussy lips, he tasted her sweetness, placing his mouth on her pussy he drank in the wetness that was coming from her. Sile’s head rolled back and forth as she started to moan, a gasp came from her lips as Paul stuck his tongue deep inside of her pussy, her hands grasping his head.”Oh my, oh my oh my,” was all she said as Paul’s tongue darted in and out of her pussy.

As Paul’s tongue danced in her pussy, his hand caressing her breasts, Sile began to moan and shake, her body fingers gripping Paul’s hair, she lifted her hips and ground her pussy into his face as she felt the waves of her orgasm building within. Releasing her breast, Paul’s hands were now under her butt, lifting her to his mouth, her hands clenched his hair as she felt her body release.

“Ohhhhh myyyyyy,” Sile groaned as she looked down at Paul’s head between her legs. Thrusting her hips up she released her body, her juices coating Paul’s tongue and face.

Sile’s body relaxed, lowering her hips back down on the bed, she only sighed, “oh my.”

As Paul lifted his face from her pussy, kissing his way back up to that little clover he said, “I never believed in four leaf clovers for luck, I think you may have changed my mind.”

“Oh my Paul,” Sile sighed, “no one has ever done that to me, oh my, but I do like it.”

“I don’t know what came over me Sile,” Paul said smiling at her, “your little clover just drew me to you.”

“If that’s the case,” Sile said, I may have to get another one. Is our lesson over?”

Standing, Paul reached for his pants and undid the button, “No, dear lady, I think we have some more work to do.”

As Paul removed his pants, Sile could see his harness in his shorts, crawling over, she reached for his briefs and yanked them down, his cock springing up at her. Wrapping her hand around it she gently stroked a few times, feeling his pre-cum drip onto her hands.

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I watched him as he sat working, his short brown hair looked sexy messy, like he had just got out of bed. His blue eyes behind his glasses stared intently at the screen of his laptop on his desk a half smile playing on those delicious soft looking lips, that make you want to kiss them. One hand was resting, supporting that beautiful angular jaw, whilst the other hand lightly tapped a pencil on the edge of the desk. He looked like a god silhouetted against the light from the sunny day streaming through the windows of the office. We all worked on the 4th floor in a big open plan office.

I could feel myself start to blush as the naughty thoughts raced through my head about the things I would like to do to this man, these were made all the more arousing by the fact that he was my boss. I let myself wander off into a daydream of what this toned torso looked like under the very well fitting white shirt, his broad shoulders and the muscles of his back filling it out to perfection.

I jumped with a start as the alarm of my colleague sounded indicating she needed to leave to pick up her children, I looked up to see those blue eyes now looking at me, blushing again, I dropped my head down and concentrated on the screen of my computer……damn he was so distracting.

I worked hard for the next hour before the noise level rose in the office as everybody prepared to leave. It was a Friday so everybody would be heading off to the pub down by the side of the river. Tonight I couldn’t go, tonight was special, I was going to do something I had never done before but had always secretly wanted to do. I waved my colleagues off as I stayed behind in the office.

I locked the door behind them and closed the blinds on the front windows to the design studio and walked over to the window, stretching the kinks out of my body from being sat at the desk. I took in the sight of the city I lived in and felt the warmth of the sun on me through the window. I had a great job that I loved and good friends. I had been single for a while, and I was starting to miss the companionship of a partner, someone to share secrets, dream, desires. I was definitely missing the intimate touch of a lover!

I headed back to my desk and took my rucksack from underneath it and plonked it on my desk. It contained my ‘uniform’ for tonight’s events. I pulled out the dark green satin corset trimmed with delicate black lace. The 6 ribbon suspender straps hung from underneath it ready to be clipped onto the wide lace band of the sheer stocking that went with it. There was a matching black lace thong that didn’t cover a great deal, and a one inch wide velvet choker with a small diamond on it.

I started to undress there in the office, I knew I wouldn’t be seen or disturbed as I brazenly stripped completely. I grinned as the naughty thought of sitting naked on my boss’s desk ran through my mind, I bounded to his desk and sat on the edge where his hands had been resting no more than 2 hrs ago! It made me giggle as I stood up knowing that my naked bottom print wouldn’t show on the white glass topped desk!

I started to redress, pulling on the tiniest thong I had ever seen, followed by each stocking, they felt divine as I rolled them up each leg over my soft smooth skin. Next came the corset, luckily my friend Gracie had made me practice putting these on the moment I agreed to this crazy idea of hers. I quickly did up the hook and eye fastening and then cupped each breast, one at a time, and lifted them so they sat perfectly in the cup of the corset. I loved the way it made my figure look. I could see my reflection in the mirrored wall at the end of the office, and I stopped to take a breath and admire my shape. I fixed the choker around my throat and pulled my sundress back on over the top of the outfit. My phone buzzed on the desk, it was Gracie to tell me she was outside.

Gracie had been my friend for 10 years, she was a wild one! People always wondered how we got along so well given my potential to shyness and her boldness, but we worked together really well! She would always share the most wildest of stories as we giggled into our cocktails. Her latest escapade had seen her working as a hostess at a swingers party. She excitedly told me all about, how everyone apart from the hostesses had been naked, and there were rooms for people to play in, my eyes beylikdüzü escort widened as she told me the sights she had seen. She had been paid very well for the work and agreed to work again tonight, that’s when she told me how I should give it a go. She told me how the hostesses weren’t expected to take part in the activities, and needed to be discrete, this was followed by a long pep talk, on how I should get out of my comfort zone, so after a few cocktails it seemed like a really good idea!

I grabbed my stuff, and shoved it in my rucksack and left the office, locking the doors behind me. I walked nervously towards my friend waiting in the taxi! She greeted me with her customary bear hug and we got in the taxi. She chatted to me as we drove along the city streets, she knew I was feeling, awkward, and nervous, and I tried my best not to show it.

45 minutes later we pulled up to a big mansion house on the outskirts of the city, the gates opened and the taxi made its way down the long gravelled drive to the house itself, hidden away behind a high wall and more grounds than I could see. I gasped as I saw the house, the sheer size of it overwhelming me! Gracie grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the taxi as we came to a stop around the side of the house. A gentleman in a butler outfit appeared from nowhere and paid the far to the driver. He greeted Gracie like an old friend, and introduced himself to me, as we followed him into the house. There he took us to a room. There were 8 other girls in the room, all dressed in the corset uniform. We placed out bags on the floor with the other bags, and I followed suit as Gracie took off her dress and placed it over the back of a chair.

We all gathered around the butler, who proceeded to give us our tasks for the evening and to go over the rules. We were to pass around champagne and make sure that people were looked after. We could speak to the guests when spoken to but otherwise were to remain quiet and discrete in the background. The house we were told was open to everybody at the party, there was one wing which was designated as a quiet space where people could go to get away from it all, the wing had small rooms and people could arrange with the butler to book a room for some time to just relax, unwind away from the main house and have a smaller quieter party of their own.

Steve (as I found out was his name) the butler, took us out to the lounge, where there were two bars with two members of staff dressed in white shirts and black trousers behind each bar. We were told there were various bars dotted around the house and we would be stationed close to a bar and that would be our area for the night. We would collect drinks for guests from there. After the explanation of duties, Steve had each of us grab a tray and we were positioned around the various different areas of the house to await the arrival of the guests…and arrive they did.

From being empty the house quickly started to fill up. I was stationed, a little further away from the main entrance in one of the smaller lounges close to the quiet wing. The two guys at the bar I was attached too were called Josh and Simon, and they seemed very sweet, friendly and welcoming and assured me as it was my first time they would watch my back and make sure I knew what to do. Feeling nervous and reassured, I took my position with my tray of champagne and waited for people to work their way through the house in my direction.

I could hear the laughter and chatter of happy excited people from the main areas and wondered how long it would take for them to reach me. I started to wonder if I was doing the right thing, I mentally psyched myself up not to be shocked by anything that I saw (Gracie had been VERY Graphic in her descriptions), I wondered if my face would betray my shock considering I had lead a very sheltered life when it comes to sex!

I could hear the voices coming closer and nerves started to kick in, I looked back at Josh and Simon and they both gave me wide grins and thumbs up signs to tell me all was ok. Then they appeared….the guests.

A group of 4 people, 2 women, 2 men, walked into the lounge. I tried to plastered my biggest smile on and walked towards them with my tray, trying to ignore the fact they were all completely naked. beyoğlu escort The served the two women first they said hello and chatted to me as I offered the champagne, they seemed very friendly, another couple of woman followed through the door and joined the group, who all quickly relaxed in each other’s company. I turned to go and refill my tray and through the arch into the next room thought I saw a familiar face, but it was gone in an instance.

My room quickly started to fill up and I busied myself with my tasks around the couples/strangers chatting laughing, touching each other, two women were kissing deeply and fondling each other’s breasts as some gentleman looked on. I couldn’t quite understand why I should be shocked but wasn’t. I was starting to feel at home, and almost a little envious of these people enjoying each other.

I returned again to the bar, and as I waited for the tray to be refilled I turned to watch the people. There was now a woman bent over a couch with a man behind her burying his girthy cock into her welcoming pussy, the man’s wife who he had arrived with earlier was kneeling on the couch with the woman’s breast in her mouth.

I scanned the other way in the room to two women eagerly servicing the engorged cock of a man with their mouths. There were multiple other scenes taking place and I realised I was starting to enjoy watching. I could feel a wetness in my own pussy at the scenes. I turned back to grab the tray supplied by Josh and started to head off into the room. That’s when I saw him.

There he was stood across the room in a quiet corner, a girl was chatting to him but he was oblivious as he stared straight at me. I caught my breath and the tray, which almost slipped from my hands. What was he doing here? I turned away and took a second to collect myself, before heading off to the right to start my circle, negotiating writhing bodies and trying not to interrupt if I wasn’t wanted. I had no choice but to end up standing before him. There he was in all his naked glory.

That familiar face that I stared at every day in the office, those mischievous blue eyes now staring at me intently and that mouth, that beautiful mouth that I want so badly to kiss, formed into a wide smile. My eyes travelled down across the lean torso, now exposed for me to see instead of having to allow my imagination to conjure it. I pulled back my shoulders, smiled widely and pasted a look of bravado on my face as I offered my tray of drinks, he took champagne nodded and I moved on trying hard to walk properly knowing he was probably still watching me.

I headed back to the bar, my face flushed and heart pounding, Simon asked if I was ok and I told him my boss was here! He threw back his head and roared with laughter! I glanced over my shoulder to see if Andy, my boss, was still there, he had gone. I sighed with relief.

Simon’s walkie talkie that connected him with Steve the butler crackled into life, Simon spoke back and then told me I had been requested to deliver 2 glasses of champagne to one of the quiet rooms and I was then to take my half hour break.

I picked up the tray with the glasses and made my way to room 6, the quiet room at the farthest end of the wing. I knocked on the door and it opened, so I walked in. I looked around the room but couldn’t see anybody, as I heard the door close behind me. I turned back to look straight into the eyes of my boss. He smiled at me and took the tray and set it on the sideboard.

I started to stammer and he just put one finger to my lips to silence me. He suddenly wrapped an arm around me and pulled me towards him his lips pressing down hard on mine. It took me a second to realise what was happening before my only lips responded to his and we locked ourselves into a ferocious kiss. He pushed me back so I was pressed between him and the door. He grabbed my legs and pulled them so they sat on hips and I wrapped them tightly around him, I could feel the heat from his body through the fabric of my uniform.

He moved, carrying me still wrapped to him and pushed my back up against a column that was in the centre of the room, he pressed his body against me holding me there as he pushed my arms above my head and held my wrists in place with one hand. I felt something cold against my wrist and bizimkent escort looked up to see him handcuffing my wrists above my head into a bar which had a restraint at either end. I looked back at him slightly panicked and he just smiled that hot smiled and kissed me passionately.

With my hands now bound above me I was unable to move, my legs wrapped around his hips the other thing stopping me from hanging by the wrists. He took something from his pocket and bought it up to my face, it was a satin blindfold which he slipped over my eyes, blocking him from my sight. My heart started to pound as I wondered what was happening, should I feel fear? Should I be afraid of his plans? My mind raced as I tried to anticipate what was coming next.

I felt his fingers start to trace lines down the side of my face from the blindfold, down my neck and across my chest. They traced a line across the top of the corset and I felt his fingers dip inside to caress my erect nipples. He stroked his fingers over them and then moved his hand down to cup each breast. I felt him left my breasts out of the corset cups and rest them over the top. O felt one hand start to kneed at my breast and roll the nipple between his fingers and I felt the hot warmth of his mouth over my other nipple. I gasped and started to writhe under his touch. I don’t think I have ever been as aroused as I was at that moment.

I could feel the wetness between my legs, the thin small amount of fabric of the thong no match for the desire rising in me. I felt his hand leave my breast and travel firmly down my side, gliding of the corset and feeling the curve of my waist and over my hip.

I felt his hand firmly travelling over my thigh as he took a slight step back away from me. He doesn’t move completely and my legs still rested on his hips, he just created a gap between my pussy and his body so his fingers could travel there. I felt them press at the wet fabric as he murmured against me. They started to stroke at my pussy lips through the fabric and his thumb found my clit. He circled my enlarged, sensitive clit with his thumb. I moaned at his touch, wanting him, needing him to go further. I felt his fingers slip between the now wet fabric and the smoothness of my shaved pussy, he pressed a finger up into me as I gripped him harder with my legs, he started to push in and out harder and faster as I bucked my hips to meet him. He pulled his finger from me and I felt him move the material to one side.

I could feel the head of his hard cock as he rubbed it over my wet lips, I felt his lips on my neck and throat kissing and nibbling me, I felt him lower slightly as he started to align the head of his cock against my waiting and ready cunt. He flexed his knees and pushed up driving the length of his shaft straight inside in one go, I felt like I was on fire, the pleasure and pain hitting me in one go and throwing my senses in every direction. I cried out as I felt him bury himself in me, I gripped him tight to me with my legs and pulled at the wrist restraints which just drove me wilder. He started to fuck me hard, my back pressed against the column, my legs wrapped around him,

I could feel my breasts bouncing against my chest as he ploughed deeper and deeper into me, I was being driven wild with pleasure, I felt him moaning against me as I knew it wouldn’t be long before we both exploded from the experience. I felt him grab my hips as my climax started to take hold, I could feel my cunt spasming around his hard cock, my muscles milking him to orgasm, he cried out Francesca as he came hard, I could feel his hot cum coating the side of me pussy as I lost myself to the sensations ripping though me.

As our climax started to subside I felt him reach up and free my wrists, he carried me as we were, his now slightly softer cock still inside me, over to the bed. He placed me gently on the bed and grabbed my ankles and opened my legs as he slowly slipped his cock from my body. I could feel cum dribbling out of me. He reached up and removed my blindfold and I blinked rapidly to adjust my eyes to the low light in the room. He looked down at me with the biggest grin on his face and I looked back with an equally wide smile. He looked at my pussy ravished by his fucking and the grin got wider.

He slowly lowered my legs to the floor and I lay on the bed panting at what just happened. He came back with a glass champagne and set it on the bedside table. He bent down and kissed me and replaced my thong back into position, allowing his fingers to gently graze the lips of my intimate areas. He stood up and smiled at me again. I closed my eyes for a second and heard the soft click of the door as it closed behind him and he was gone.

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I light my cigarette, and take my first drag, slowly. You’ll be home any minute, and I’ve almost got dinner ready. I wonder if you remembered your coat today, as I look out the window at the gloomy October sky. Standing here in this nightie, I’d be freezing, if it weren’t for the heat coming off of the stove.

Another drag… I can hear your car pull into the drive. I hear your car door, swiftly followed by the sound of the back door. I smile. You’re home. I go back to stirring the masterpiece in front of me.

You come up behind me, without saying a word as you wrap your arms around my waist and let out a long, slow sigh. I smile again and take a small piece of pasta from the pan, feeding it to you over my shoulder. You let out a soft moan, and your lips meet my neck, tasting the food, and me at the same time. You are hungry alright, but for more than just food. I see your arm reach out and turn the stove off.

In a split second, I’m turned around, facing you, and your hands immediately find my breasts. God, I love your hands. So big, and masculine… So strong against my soft skin. The callouses are rough in such a pleasurable way, it makes me shake a bit. One hand slides down to grab my ass, while the other cups my taksim escort breast, your thumb flicking over my nipple, bringing the soft little bud to a taught peak in an instant, and a low moan stumbles out of my throat. The warmth of your hands is hotter against my skin than the heat radiating from the stove. Your mouth comes down on mine, pressing against it, intruding the small space with your soft, yet powerful tongue. Massaging every crevice of my mouth with your tongue, your hand slides over my breast, curving around to press against my back. Your touch alone has set a fire deep in my belly that can only be put out by one thing…

I need you inside me. Now.

You grab me by my ass, picking me up and wrapping my legs around your waist, turning us around, and placing me on top of the island in the kitchen. My eyes never leave yours as you pull my nightie off, followed by your shirt and pants. We are both naked, and breathless as you come back to me, wrapping your arms around me, and pulling me close. One more powerful kiss has me thankful I am not standing, for my knees go weak, even as I sit on the counter.

“Please. I need you inside me.” God, do I need you topkapı escort inside me…

“Not yet, love.”

A whimper falls out of me, and you drop to your knees in front of me, your lips caressing my skin the whole way down, trailing down my neck, over my breasts, and down my belly. You spread my legs, and your fingers find my pussy, sliding over my already slick skin, slowly preparing me for your soon-to-be feast. You slide one finger inside, just as your tongue meets my clit. When my hips start to quiver, you move fast, flicking my clit over and over again with your tongue, and you insert another finger. I let out a moan as you bring me closer to delicious release.

One curl of your fingers, and your mouth closes over my clit, sucking gently. I explode. I shiver as you slide your fingers out, closing your mouth over my pussy, and licking up every drop of my juices that flow out of me.

After a moment, you release my pussy, and I gasp at the sudden void between my legs. I open my eyes to find you standing again. Your hands grab my thighs, bringing them up so you can loop your arms under my knees. You kiss me gently, just once, and I look down just in time tüyap escort to see your cock standing at full attention before…

Ohhhhhhhhh fuck, you’re inside me. Christ, you feel so thick…

I can’t control myself as I cum again, clamping down on your cock as you start to pound into me. Hard. Fast. My hands make their way to your back, my nails digging in slightly as you fuck me. My head falls back, and a long, loud moan sends an echo through the kitchen. You feel so good, and I can’t get enough.

I’m now shivering in what feels like one long orgasm as you fuck my pussy harder. Your muscles are rippling beneath your skin, and your mouth is on my neck. Your breathing has become shallow, and I know you are close. I let out another moan, and scream your name as my body shakes, cumming again around your cock.

You groan, holding your breath as your body tenses up. My eyes lock with yours, and I run one hand through your hair, whimpering and moaning as your cock moves inside me. Finally, you let out a loud moan, and my name falls out of your mouth over and over again as you throb inside me, and I feel your load fill my pussy up, hot and powerful. You pound into me one final time before your head falls to my shoulder.

You stand there for a moment, leaning your head against my shoulder as you catch your breath. Panting slightly, I kiss your neck, and look behind you, across the kitchen to the counter I was standing at just moments before.

My cigarette has burned out. I only had two drags of it…

But it was the best cigarette of my life.

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Chapter 4 is already written and is currently being edited.

Chapter 3

The morning started off well. We went through all of the software that we use in the building and I explained what does what. It helped that she was somewhat used to this kind of work. We had regular breaks which involved coffee and talking about random parts of our lives.

It was strange. I didn’t realise I was doing it but I was talking to her like a person, not like a boss. We had been sitting there for hours now and we still hadn’t had food, but neither of us cared. I didn’t know if she was enjoying the company but I knew I was. I had no intention of ending our conversations too early either. By late lunch time I had asked one of the receptionists to grab us some food. It wasn’t a usual thing but they owed me a lunch from a few weeks back.

Throughout the day I had managed to avoid flirting, staring and any major physical touch. After a moment of silence, Karla broke it with a question I was not expecting.

“Why don’t you relax?” she asked in a judging tone.

I answered honestly. “I do, just not at work.” I avoided eye contact even though it felt like I should be looking at her.

“Yeah, but why? I mean even the boss is allowed to take it easy from time to time, inside and outside of work. Have a little joke and get to know some of the employees a little. The games yesterday were a good start, but I noticed that you didn’t get involved. They all tell me you’re a stiff.”

I didn’t have much of an answer for her. “Because work isn’t a place for fun and games. They were a quick moral boost and a way to make this boring place bearable, nothing more.”

“Do I really believe that? Why don’t I relax at work every now and then? I should be allowed at least a little freedom.” I thought.

Karla looked at me from across the desk. “Maybe you’re right, but then again…”

Before continuing she scrunched up a piece of paper into a ball and threw it at my head. It hit me straight between the eyes as Karla burst out into a fit of laughter.

I wasn’t sure how to process what had just happened. An employee had just thrown a ball of paper at my face and is now laughing. It should have made me angry but her laughter had hooked me like a fish.

I remained silent for a moment, just to throw her off. As that doubt set into her mind that I might be angry, I grabbed the ball of paper from my desk and hurled it directly at her, bouncing it straight off the tip of her nose. She had a look of shock on her face, but before I could enjoy it I grabbed another piece of paper, quickly balled it up and repeated my earlier action.

Karla grinned, bounced up out of her chair and ran behind the nearest desk. “I’m going to get you for that!”

Before I knew it we were throwing anything we could find: pens, paper, plastic cups and notepads were all being launched across the room.

The game had completely taken over my thoughts. I was no longer in work. I was on a battlefield with the enemy hiding behind the walls in front of me. She had gone quiet, no longer throwing anything. Suddenly from behind me I heard a ‘woosh’ then it all went dark. Karla had tipped an entire bin of paper onto my head!

“Take that!” I heard her chant in triumph.

“What the fuck?” I shifted the through the pile and turned where I crouched to see her standing above me.

“I said I would get you back!” she pronounced as if she’d won the game.

Without thinking I bolted up and tackled her to the floor, harder than I meant to. She landed with a thud as I towered above her smirking. She squealed at the surprise attack as I shifted my body onto hers with my legs either side of her as I gazed down at what I had caught.

Karla burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

“I don’t think this is how a boss is supposed to act to an employee,” she said smiling a gorgeous and seductive smile at me.

“Shit. I just tackled an employee to the floor and I’m now holding her down!” Part of me panicked but the rest of me was enjoying the closeness and the sudden fun I was having.

Karla could tell I was a little bit worried about what I had just done. “Don’t worry. I wont tell anyone,” she said looking me dead in the eyes, “as long as you don’t.”

Before I could react she jerked forward, throwing me off balance. I immediately tumbled to the floor and with incredible speed Karla had jumped on top of me, resting her legs either side of my hips.

Our roles had reversed, but this time I could feel the sexual tension in the air. My mind went blank. All I could think about was her and all I could see was her, so I decided to stay still and see where it went. Karla’s rear was planted perfectly above my crotch and it took all of my strength not to küçükçekmece escort get too excited.

“You know, for a boss you’re actually ok. I’ve had to work for some of the worst people, but this place is a major step up!” Her arms had moved to my chest, pressing her bust together. “And it helps to have a cute boss,” she said catching me off guard and began to lean down.

“Oh fuck!” I thought. Other than that I had nothing to say as she made her way to me. Our eyes were locked and our lips were mere inches apart. Time moved annoyingly slow as her eyes closed and she approached her target.

Just as I prepared for the inevitable we heard the elevator ping. Karla’s eyes went wide as we both looked towards the elevator.

“Oh shit!” I looked at Karla once again and then around the room. There was rubbish everywhere, paper scattered on the floor, chairs tipped over and I had Karla on top on me.

“If someone catches us then its game over!” I panicked. “That’s what happens when you try to have fun!” I thought to myself.

“Well it was fun while it lasted.” Karla leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. “Rematch next week?”

I was tongue tied as my mind went blank. The elevator was getting closer to our floor. Karla got off me and shifted behind the nearest desk on all fours with her ass pointing straight at me.

“Kill me, kill me now,” I thought as I shifted behind her to watch for the door to open.

“Who else comes in on Saturdays, Wyatt?”

I noticed she used my first name but let it slide this time.

“No one this time of day. The only people in the building would be either one of my bosses or the receptionists. Either way it’s not good!” Every second felt like an hour until it finally hit our floor. We hid ourselves away and only peaked around the corner to spy.

The door opened and my face felt like it was on fire. It wasn’t one of the bosses. A man came out in a green one piece and a broom. “Oh thank fuck. It’s only the janitor,” I whispered.

He looked around the room in shock at the state we had made. “Those dirty bastards. Expect me to clean up their shit. Always pushing my patience. I should get a raise for this shit,” he kept mumbling away to himself for a few minutes as he started sweeping.

“What do we do boss?” Karla looked at me with a wide excited smile.

“Unbelievable, she’s enjoying this!” I thought.

“We have to get to the stairs. We’ll wait for him to move to the other side of the room and then make a break for it.” I spoke quietly and without realising I was checking out Karla’s rear the entire time.

“Hey,” Karla caught me ogling, “leave that to Monday.” She smirked as my face went red.

The janitor moved slowly as he swept up our junk and flipped the chairs right. After several minutes he was far enough away that it was possible to make it to the stairs.

“Karla,” I whispered, getting her attention, “we should go now. Get ready to move.”

She responded with a nod.

“When I say now, we crawl between the desks and head straight for the door,” I whispered.

“Let me guess, you want me to go first?” she asked.

I immediately imagined her crawling on all fours which got my heart rate souring up. “Well, if you insist,” I coyly smiled back at her.

“Fine. But try not to enjoy yourself too much!” she whispered, and before I could respond she took off without even looking to see where the cleaner was.

“Oh shit!” I checked to see where he was but luckily he was looking away towards the window. I quickly followed suit behind Karla, crawling toward the exit, all the while enjoying the view Karla gave me. She wore a skirt but it had ridden up her legs enough to excite me.

We finally hit the last desk before the door but this was no time to celebrate. It was a straight run from here to the exit, but if we timed it wrong then we would be caught.

“Ok, this time wait for me to say ‘now’.”

Karla looked at me over her shoulder and seductively replied, “Yes boss.”

“Oh man! She’s unreal! Concentrate, this is real. You could lose your job. Focus on getting the hell out of here.”

After one last look to see the janitor facing the other way I whispered, “Now!”

Karla bolted straight forward. Quickly followed by me and within seconds we were out the door and running down the stairs. We stopped about ten floors down to catch a breather.

“That was insane!” I said between breaths.

Karla moved closer to me. “Nearly getting caught like that really got my heart going!”

She looked at me again with those adventurous eyes. I couldn’t tell if I was excited or furious at the situation. Probably both.

“Karla, that wasn’t a good thing. We could have been caught, or worse lost our jobs. I know you might not mind but I’ve worked too hard to just have that thrown away for a little bit of ‘fun’. That was too close!”

“Well, we will just have to be more careful next time wont we?”

She looked şişli escort cute mere inches away.

“What!? No, that isn’t happening again! I’m your boss, and come Monday that’s all we are. No more risks, no more flirting and no more Saturdays working alone.” My words were harsh but they spoke the truth.

Karla took a minute to answer before looking at me. “Fine, if that’s what you really want…”

I nodded as a reply and continued my way down the steps, slowly followed by Karla.

When we reached the bottom I peeked to look for the receptionists. Luck was on my side and they weren’t there. “Right, lets go!”

Finally outside I felt myself relax.

Karla looked at me with those gorgeous green eyes before leaving. “I will see you on Monday, Mr. Bennett,” she spoke with a sad tone while walking away.

I didn’t have the capability to reply so we just walked away in separate directions.

As I walked away I started thinking about the last few hours. Karla’s laugh, her smile and how she made me feel. It was hard to put her down the way I did but I knew it was the right thing to do. I looked back to where she was and saw her slowly disappearing down the road. I sighed heavily. Then I heard it; a spine shattering scream from Karla’s direction!

My legs moved before my brain knew what was happening. My thoughts were racing. “What’s happened? Why did she scream? Is she hurt?” I had never run so fast in my life. The shoes I was wearing made it difficult and dangerous to go full sprint, but in that moment I didn’t care. I got closer to where she was with every second; my heart raced and my mind went silent as I got closer. I rounded the corner and searched for any signs of Karla but couldn’t see her.

I could hear something, like a scuffle in the nearby alleyway. I ran forward to the entrance and my eyes came upon her. It took a moment to register what was happening. In the shadow I could see a figure standing there. No it wasn’t just one, it was two people, side by side. I moved forward hearing Karla’s muffled voice.

“Stay the fuck back your prick!” a man shouted loudly in my direction.

My eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings. There was a tall man standing behind Karla, holding a knife to her throat.

My heart pounded in my chest. “Please don’t let anything bad happen to her!” I panicked but knew I had to stay calm for her sake.

“Listen pal, don’t do anything stupid ok. What do you want?” I spoke as I slowly moved closer to them.

Karla’s eyes were wide and full of tears streaming down her face. She looked right at me, pleading for help.

“Money! All of it! Your money asshole!” The man’s speech was slurred and breathy. Probably doped up on something which could mean he’s more likely to be unpredictable.

“This isn’t good. I need to help her right now.” I edged closer still and raised my arms up in front of me, showing I wasn’t a threat. “Ok mate, calm down. You can have my money ok. Just let her go.” I was still edging closer at this point, mere feet away.

His hand was wrapped around her face, covering her mouth. The little amount of makeup she wore was starting to trace itself down onto the man’s hand. The knife was touching the skin on her neck. It was a hard sight to see.

“Stay the fuck back! Money now prick!”

I stopped dead in my tracks, not wanting to test the man’s patience any further. “Ok, I’m going to take my wallet out. Just hold on, alright?”

He seemed to be ok with that answer.

I mouthed the words, “You will be ok,” to Karla as I slowly reached for my wallet.

The knife had moved further away from her neck as I reached for my wallet. Karla noticed as she took the opportunity and raised her leg high, only to bring her heel down onto the man’s foot. The mugger bellowed in pain.

The knife moved away from her neck. Without hesitation I lunged forward, grabbing the man’s knife arm and drew it further away. With mach speed I brought my right fist straight to the bridge of the man’s nose, and with a bone crunching squelch he began to fall.

Karla shifted from his grasp as the mugger fell backwards. A burst of blood sprayed from his now broken nose. It all happened in a matter of seconds. Karla was now safe and away from the man, so I assessed the situation.

The knife was nowhere to be seen, most probably under one of the bins. My first thought was to run, but part of me was worried he would follow with another knife. So I decided to stand my ground and wait for him to make the first move.

The man scrambled to his feet, holding his nose as it dripped with bright red blood. Karla stood behind me, holding my arm as she cowered and cried. I contemplated lunging forward and striking the man again. But before I could do anything, he turned around and bolted down the alleyway, leaving spots of blood on the dirty road.

Satisfied that he was gone I turned my attention to the scared woman attached to me side. Immediately I wanted şirinevler escort to make sure she was ok.

“Karla, are you ok? Are you hurt?”

She barely looked at me. She had blood on her face and clothes. I guessed it was from the mugger’s nose but I wanted to make sure the knife hadn’t nicked her. I inspected her neck and wiped off some of the blood.

“Karla, look at me.” Her head rose and her teary eyes met mine. “Come on, we need to go to the police station to report this. Can you walk with me? I’ll stay by your side the entire time.” I spoke with a soft but reassuring tone.

“Ok,” said Karla, barely above a whisper.

We journeyed down the road to the nearest police station which was infuriatingly close to us, being only a few minutes from the alley. The whole way Karla held my arm. Her crying had subsided but I could feel her hands shaking and how nervous she was whenever someone walked past us.

We sat patiently waiting until we were seen. I still had Karla beside me; she had loosened the grip on my arm slightly but still sat close. I knew I shouldn’t, but I was enjoying the closeness. I could feel my arm sinking between her breasts every so often. She smelled of raspberry linen, soft and sweet which did not help my already excited mood.

Every so often Karla would look up at me, and even though she had been crying and had mascara trails down her face she still looked beautiful. I cursed myself for thinking any crude thoughts, but it was getting harder and harder to see the line I knew I shouldn’t cross.

Two policemen took our statements in pretty good time, probably only half an hour to fill in the paperwork and describe the man and incident. One of the older officers wouldn’t stop ogling Karla’s body, which added to my rage. But I calmed myself down knowing we would soon be out of there.

By the time we had finished it was nearly eight o’clock. The policemen said they’d do everything they can with our report and try to catch the man, but I had a feeling this kind of thing happens often and they were only saying that to keep us reassured. Either way we had done our part and I was getting hungry. We left the station and headed down the road.

“Do you want to grab food?” I looked at Karla who looked back at me with a look of surprise. “Ah you’ve still got blood on you, probably best to go home then. I’ll walk you to your place if you’d…”

Karla cut me off before I could finish. “I would like some food.” She spoke so innocently.

“Umm ok, how about we get a takeaway Chinese and go to my place? It’s only around the corner and I’m starving,” I spoke without thinking.

“You fucking idiot, you can’t invite her to yours. She’ll think you’re trying to take advantage of her!” I internally scolded once myself again.

“That sounds nice, but I can go home if you’d prefer?”

Every part of my brain was screaming “Say yes! Send her home. You can’t bring her to your place! Say yes!” My heart was thinking something completely different.

“No, of course not. Chinese takeaway and your company sounds amazing, especially after the day we’ve had.”

Karla blushed. I couldn’t believe I had actually said that out loud.

We walked down the road together. Karla had let go of my arm at this point but remained close by my side. I assumed she was calming down a bit from the ordeal earlier that day.

“So what do you do when you’re not working, Karla?” I had found out earlier today that she had a great taste in music and movies but I didn’t know much about her personal life.

“Well to be honest I don’t do much. I clean my flat, I watch TV and I read. I don’t really do much more than that.” Before I could respond she chipped in, “Oh! I also do yoga from time to time.”

I immediately imagined it in detail and had to kick myself back to reality.

“That’s awesome. I considered doing yoga at some point but it was between that and running. Running won.”

Karla laughed at that. “Well you’re more than welcome to join me during my session one day, if you’d like.”

Again I imagined the sexy yoga clothing and poses. I had to kick myself back to our world before I lost it.

“Yeah that sounds amazing. Can’t promise I’ll be any good though.”

Karla chuckled again. “That’s alright, practice makes perfect. Besides, everyone at work thinks you’re a stiff so it would benefit you to loosen up a bit,” she smirked.

“You’re brave, talking to your boss like that.” We were staring at each other.

“It’s ok, I’ll just make you another cup of coffee on Monday and you’ll purr like a cat for me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Better be the best coffee ever.”

We continued our walk until we came across the Chinese. We grabbed some food and headed to mine.

“You live in a flat?” Karla said in a surprising tone.

“Umm yeah, what’s wrong with that?” I responded.

“Oh nothing. I just assumed being the boss of a big company you would live in a big house or apartment.”

We got in the elevator and headed for my floor.

“I’m a boss of a big company, not the boss. Besides, it’s not your average flat. I own the top two floors and built a staircase between them.”

“Wait, how do you own the top two floors?”

“My uncle owns the building and I’ve been slowly paying the amount off. He’s given me a pretty good deal and I’ve almost paid the full amount off.”

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