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Chapter 5: Becky

Elle and I entered the living room. The music was loud, but no one was there. We both looked over at the other bedroom door, and it was still closed. Apparently Jeanie and Tom were still in there, and Becky and Will had not gotten back yet. Elle and I looked at each other, and suddenly burst out laughing. There was no one around to know that we had gone into the bedroom together, so we did not have to explain ourselves, unless we just wanted to. We must have both been a little nervous about it because we both laughed hard and long with relief.

As we proceeded to get snacks and drinks, I attempted to be affectionate with Elle, but she did not seem to be the cuddly type. I guessed that if we didn’t mean business, she didn’t particularly like being physical. One big improvement though was that she gave me eye contact, which was nonexistent before. We ended up sitting on opposite sides of the kitchen table talking about when the others would join us and family issues back home.

Elle looked closely at me, “Hey, your eyes are bloodshot.” It occurred to me that this was a side effect of the Viagra, but I explained it away as something that happens when I drink. Then, we actually began to talk about tennis at the college level. It was really just a monologue on my part: In college, tennis is a team sport, so your failures are also the team’s failures, and a lot of social pressure comes with that. When the coach recruited you and spoke with your parents, he talked about academics, but don’t kid yourself, your number one priority as far as the team is concerned is tennis, and academics only becomes important if you approach academic ineligibility. However, do not neglect your education; the tennis will be essentially gone in four years unless you are one of the lucky few who goes pro. College athletics is just another form of entertainment, so don’t take it too seriously. Some professors cut you slack because you are an athlete, and some are careful not to work with you at all, and may even seem resentful of athletics. You will probably hear about under the table cash deals for some athletes; this does not happen for tennis. Make sure to enjoy yourself; not many college students get an opportunity like this. And the most important advice of all: if someone starts hitting drop shots on you, bust your ass to make them pay.

Through the entire talk, Elle listened to every word and we maintained eye contact across the table from each other. We smiled and I told stories about old team mates and parties.

Suddenly the kitchen door burst open, and there was Becky with her dog ear hairstyle and a beaming smile. Will was right behind her with a case of beer. They were both laughing and energetic. Will was half grumbling and half laughing, “It took us forever because Becky insisted we find a store that would check her ID. We had to go to three different places before someone carded her.”

Becky beamed her smile directly at me, “I wanted to show proof that I was a woman and not a little girl!” She walked right up to me, threw her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. I laughed and congratulated her, and then stole a glance over at Elle to see her reaction to Becky’s show of affection. Elle smiled slightly at me, shrugged, and raised her eyebrows as if she was saying, ‘Don’t look at me, I don’t have a problem with Becky kissing you.’ These two girls must be really good friends. Then I checked out Will’s reaction, who just observed, then turned to place the beer in the refrigerator.

Elle got up from the table to help Will with the beer and snacks. Becky and I stood together, and she spoke fast recounting the numerous stores they had visited, and the reaction of the various clerks when Becky told them she would not buy the beer from them because they had not checked her ID. I commented that they obviously could see she was a woman. Becky kind of squealed and hugged me cheek to cheek. Again I checked the reaction of the other two, but they ignored us as I went ahead and returned the hug.

Becky and I stepped apart. Becky stopped smiling and turned to see if Elle was within hearing distance, “Judging from the cars outside and the closed bedroom door, it looks like Jeannie and Tom are still here. Have they come out of the bedroom?”

“I don’t think so. We did hear some noise in there right after ya’ll left.”

Becky did not miss the ‘I don’t think so’ reply. Again she looked to see where the others were as she proceeded, “Before we left, Elle said she might want to borrow you. Did anything happen between you and Elle while we were gone?”

Normally I keep my mouth shut tight at times like this. I figure it’s not up to me to tell on another person. In this case, I knew she would talk with Elle anyway, and I could not lie to Becky, “I taught Elle about tennis at the college level.”

Becky’s face looked very serious as she waited a while before asking, “Did you teach her…everything?”

I looked down into Becky’s innocent and wide-eyed face, “Yes, I’m afraid so. I taught her what gebze escort I knew.” I could see the realization sinking into Becky as she lowered her eyes and stole a glance over toward Elle. Elle happened to be looking right at us at that moment.

Becky turned and walked over to Elle. The two of them just stood facing each other, without saying a word. Some sort of communication must have been happening, but it was not verbal. The contrast between them was what I noticed. Elle was tall, erect, and dignified as she looked at Becky without fear or shame. Becky had that hourglass figure and perky attitude and looked back at Elle with openness and maybe even curiosity.

Will walked between me and the girls, facing me with an outstretched arm holding a bottle of beer, “Here, you could probably use one of these. By the way, your eyes are kind of bloodshot.” I had to kind of laugh at that. I accepted the beer and followed him into the living room. Will and I busied ourselves getting snacks and sitting down to talk about nothing in particular. We could hear the girls speaking in hushed tones in the kitchen.

Will and I relaxed and listened to music, and before we knew it Becky and Elle were in there with us. Apparently they had decided there was no problem, thank goodness. We partied and chatted about going back home and the future.

The conversation turned to tennis, and Becky turned to Will asking if he had any last minute tennis questions for me. Will threw his hands up in a defensive gesture, “Oh no, not me. I don’t have any questions about tennis at the college level!” Becky, Elle, and I laughed so hard that any remaining tensions in the room immediately dissolved.

That one joke from Will opened up the topics of conversation in the room. Elle brought up that Tom and Jeannie were hiding from us in the bedroom. Elle wanted to make sure to stay until they came out, and she asked that Will give her a ride home immediately after.

The girls even joked with me a little bit. Becky got Will to dance with her, and I danced with Elle. Then in the middle of the dance, Becky broke in with a smile, saying, “I’ll take him back now!” She and Elle giggled, I just smiled sheepishly, and Will pretended not to notice. While Becky and I danced, she commented that my eyes were bloodshot. I just explained it away, because even though I did not want to lie to Becky, I was not going to admit that I took a Viagra pill.

That was when the bedroom door opened! Jeannie and Tom entered the room, with Tom calling out, “Hey, what’s hap’nin?” Jeannie had a defiant look on her face, and Tom was obviously acting out the script they had devised before they came out.

The six of us stood there for a second, and then Elle did not waste any more time. While obviously not looking at Tom or Jeannie, she turned toward the shocked Will and gave him a long hard kiss on the lips. Then she walked across the living room to me, roughly embracing me and kissing me hard on the lips. Next came the real surprise when she went up to Becky and kissed her on the lips too. Still without looking toward the open-mouthed Jeannie and Tom, she presented her middle finger to them as she passed by. Elle continued through the kitchen with Will following, and out through the kitchen door. The whole thing was a powerful “fuck you” statement.

I wish I could say that Jeannie and Tom were shocked into guilt and remorse. Instead, they stood in shock OK, but then looked at each other and burst out laughing. Becky and I did not laugh at all. These two had obviously really hurt Elle, and I think both of us were in touch with what she must have felt tonight.

Tom looked over at me and gave me an exaggerated smile, along with a thumbs-up sign. I had no idea what he meant, but I knew I didn’t like it. I returned his exaggerated smile, and gave him a long drawn out bird finger, along with an up-yours gesture. Tom and I both came from the same part of the country. And where we came from, my gestures were a sufficient reason to fight, as long as I obviously meant it, which I did. This erased the grin from Tom’s face, but I kept my grin and my gesture. Tom was bigger and stronger than I was, and he could probably take me, but he didn’t know that. Jeannie actually looked concerned for once.

I felt myself being pulled across the room. Becky was tugging me toward the bedroom again! I allowed myself to be led and just continued to look at the stony faces on Tom and Jeannie until the door closed and blocked my vision of them.

I started pacing the room, “If that shook him up, wait until Elle tells him he has a little dick!” I continued pacing, and Becky watched me as she sat on the bed. I continued, “I know I’m not completely innocent concerning what’s taking place between all of us, but right now I’m focused on Tom and Jeannie and what jerks they are.”

Becky commented, “They’re jerks all right. But I’d say we all came out OK tonight even so. How about if I make you take a shower to cool down?”

The göztepe escort shower comment brought me back to the present moment, and I looked directly at her, “Oooo, making me take a shower sounds a little kinky. Would you really do that for little ole me?”

Becky jumped to her feet, making her dog ears bounce, and turned on the wide-eyed smile that lights up any room, “Sure!” I think she was glad to get the subject away from others and back to her and me. With that she came at me wrestler-style. We fake wrestled our way over to the bathroom, with both of us enjoying the body contact and accidental touching. Mostly it was just fun to kind of wrestle together, and we laughed the whole time.

We found ourselves in the shower in our clothes. Becky said, “Now, let me go and you take a shower.”

I continued the fake struggle, “I’m not letting you go.”

Becky reached over to the shower faucet, “If you don’t let me go, I’m going to turn this on right now, with both of us in our clothes!”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

She dared, then she tried to slip away from me before she got too wet. We were both laughing so hard it was difficult to keep up our struggles. But I was able to loop my arm around her small waist and easily drag her back under the shower stream with me.

Becky did a great job of struggling, and I enjoyed every second of it. Her bottom was against my groin, and my arms were around her middle. Of course, when she fought to get away, I was very much aware of the good sensations caused by her body wiggling against mine. And as we got wetter under the shower, those sensations were even better.

Without our thinking about it, our fake wrestling became sensual hugging. Becky turned around to face me, and I leaned against her in a passionate kiss, under the force of the water. We began to touch each other through our wet clothes, and then I began to take off our clothes. First I took off my T-shirt, and then her stretch top. She looked really good in her bra and shorts, and we made out for a while.

That was so nice, I went for more. I took off my shorts, which made me totally nude, and I helped her with her bra. Becky had amazing breasts! That’s when it dawned on me that I had not seen her before. We had been in the completely dark room before. Her breasts were set high on her chest, and somewhat large for her frame. They were very round with no sag at all. Her nipples were pale and small, and erect. First I just enjoyed hugging her in the stream of the water, feeling those bare breasts against my chest, and then I massaged them.

Meanwhile, Becky was touching my torso and then my butt. She was exploring and looking over my body. In one of my more brilliant moments, I figured one good way for her to explore more thoroughly would be for us to soap each other up. I tentatively removed her shorts and panties which left us both completely nude, and I removed her hair bands so that her damp dark hair went down her back.

I took a good look at Becky and whispered, “You are so hot! I never guessed this was hiding under your loose workout clothes.” If Elle could pass for a model, then Becky could pass as an actress on Baywatch. She even had that slight sway in her back that accentuated her bosom and her ass.

In a matter-of-fact way, she said, “I know. It’s always been a little awkward for me to show off my body when I’m trying to be athletic, so I just avoid it by wearing unflattering workout clothes.”

Everything about Becky was round. Her face was round, with large alert eyes and dimples. Her breasts were round, with her nipples slightly pointing upward. And her buttocks were also very round and firm. Even her pubic area looked kind of round as it protruded forward slightly with wispy dark hair. I soaped up my hands, intending to find out if everything felt as round as it looked.

I started by caressing Becky’s neck and shoulders with my soapy hands, and it was an intense slick sensation. Then I soaped up her back and down to her buttocks. Yes, they felt very round, and very good too, as Becky cooed her appreciation.

Meanwhile, Becky was applying soap to my chest and shoulders, experimenting with my chest hair in the process. She was not only focused on how I felt, but I could tell she was also studying how I looked. She turned me around and spent some time soaping up my back, while I reached behind me to stroke her soapy buttocks. Then she soaped up my buttocks kneading them gently, and it was my turn to coo in appreciation.

Next she surprised me. She let her fingers slip into the crack of my ass and up against my anus. I flinched so violently that I worried for a second about the shower wall. Then I returned the favor to her anus and she flinched. We lightly washed and stroked each other’s assholes for a few seconds. This really turned me on because it was so naughty.

I turned around and washed her wonderful breasts and torso, leaning my lower body into her at the same time and feeling my soapy dick move haramidere escort against her skin. Becky reached down and began to caress my penis, as I began to wash her vagina.

Before we got too carried away, I had to feel her thighs. I got down on my knees and began to wash her legs, from her ankles up to her vagina. Becky was breathing heavy now, and so was I. Since I was in the area, I decided to taste the treat. I kissed her vagina, and she slightly separated her feet to help me. She tasted almost sweet, until I got a little soap in my mouth, but I didn’t let that stop me. I actively began licking her clitoris with her standing under the shower, and her knees got a little wobbly. It only took a couple of minutes for her to place her hands on the back of my head and start to hump into my face with an, “Aaaghhh, aaaghhhh, aaaghhhh!” This girl had no problem with a clitoral orgasm.

She kind of did a controlled collapse into my arms, on the floor of the shower. I sat so that she could recline in my lap as we kissed passionately while the water continued to stream over us and I stroked her beautiful breasts. I was aching to get my penis in something warm and wet, but I felt a little guilty about the quality of our earlier lovemaking and started playing with her G-spot. She seemed a little sensitive to my touching her vagina at first, but then got used to my stroking motions. Her vagina was almost as tight as before, but I could more easily identify the G-spot this time.

It took Becky a long time, but she seemed to feel the sensations better and better. If it hadn’t been for her increasing enthusiasm, I might have gotten tired. After a while, she had her eyes closed tight and she was moving her hips into my hand with more and more force. Finally she made a high pitched squeal and almost had a convulsion on the floor of the shower. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, and she held my hand against her vagina.

“Wow, that is really different from any orgasm I’ve ever had! It was much deeper somehow.”

I waited just a moment before whispering, “Let’s stand up.” I hurriedly turned off the shower. We were both still breathing heavily, and my penis was about to burst it was so full of blood. As we stood, I moved my feet between hers and bent my knees to place the head of my penis against her moist opening. I gently pushed her up against the steamy shower wall. I did not try to go in, I just played around at the tight opening. We poked my penis around her opening for several minutes, with her actively pushing herself down against me, but without either of us quite trying to get penetration. Finally Becky said, “Go ahead and see if you can get in.”

“I’m worried I’ll hurt you.”

“It probably won’t hurt very much this time. Just be careful.”

However, when she said “see if you can get in” she meant it. I pushed a little bit, and even though the head of my penis felt very good against her wet opening, I did not get anywhere. Becky was trying to help, and she lifted herself up on her toes, while trying to spread her legs a little wider. I bent my knees some more for a better angle, and slowly started to stand. The head of my penis was able to get into her tight opening, and I was not only aware of how good that felt, but also the feel of her breasts against my chest, and my hands on the back of her thighs.

I lowered myself a little, and then stood slowly again. “Ahhh,” we both said as my penis penetrated a little more. Becky was up on her tip toes, so I helped support her by placing my hands under her very wet ass, and pinning her against the wall. I backed off a little bit, and she was able to actually lift her feet up off of the shower floor on my next push further in. Again we both went, “Ahhhhh.”

We did this same thing for a couple of more pushes. Each time she lifted her knees up a little higher as I pushed, each time I was able to go a little deeper, and each time we groaned into each other’s ear. On my next trip down, Becky just kept her knees up so that her thighs were almost parallel to the floor. It was easy to support her, especially while leaning her up against the wall.

And that position did seem to be very good for our efforts. On my next push we both made the loudest, “Ahhhhhhhh,” so far. I said, “Oh my God Becky, I’m almost all the way in, and you don’t seem to be hurting.”

She came back, “I feel great. Go ahead.” I French kissed her as I backed out to about half way, and then slowly sank myself all the way in to her snug pussy. We groaned into each other’s mouths as we kept kissing, “AHHHHHHHHH!”

I kept that position for just a moment, then kind of bounced up and down to grind as deep as possible. Becky responded with, “Uh, uh, uh” as I bounced. Her face was deeply flushed, and her lips were dark and relaxed. She still had her feet up in the air, and she curled her heals in lightly against the back of my thighs.

I pulled out to half way, and slowly penetrated fully again. This time I was able to appreciate her snug pussy, and also the feel of her smooth butt and tits. On my next trip in, I could feel Becky bearing down against me with her arms around my neck, and it was really hot. Then I pulled almost all the way out, and this time Becky really got into the act of pushing herself down on me as I went in all the way until I was grinding into her and my balls were nestled close up against her.

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I really needed my own place. If this story has to start anywhere, it’s at that point.

My name is Catherine. My mother calls me Catherine, everyone calls Kate, and Bobby calls me Katie. Tom calls me Cat because I hate it. Otherwise he calls me Catherine. I’m twenty-two, I’m smart, I’m not lucky. Not lately.

When I graduated from college I moved back home to Chicago to get my resume in order and apply to business school. But then the economy busted, then my parents lost an impressive amount in both stocks and real estate, and then, slightly later, my car died.

I’ve worked almost my entire life. I got a permit when I was fourteen and worked in restaurants, in bars (I was too young to work in them but that wasn’t really a problem – which I’ll get to later), I’ve worked in shitty jobs and really good jobs and usually I’ve come out ahead. I didn’t get a scholarship to college. I paid for half; my parents paid for half. It was going to be the same thing for graduate school. My parents’ half was wiped out in a few short months. My car still needed to be paid off even when it was a useless piece of junk on the street. I got so many tickets just trying to figure out what to do with it.

I did manage to get a part time reception job in the city that paid fine so long as I didn’t need rent or gas or new shoes or clothes or a computer. In a year or two I would have saved up enough for about half of what I needed, and since I was still living with my parents I was willing to wait. I’m not really that patient but I didn’t really have a choice. I’m good looking, not stupid.

But for all my patience I was still a twenty-two-year-old receptionist with an economics degree, and living with my parents.

Bobby is my boyfriend. We met at the beginning of Junior year; he was a TA and is amazing at microeconomics. Since leaving college though he’s gone off to graduate school in Michigan and I’m still stuck here, so it’s a long distance thing. Which wasn’t a problem. The problem is that I’m not really sure how I feel about him now, or how I’ve ever felt about him.

Allison is my best friend. She was a liberal arts major and wants to be an actress. I think she actually just wants to be famous, but I won’t fault her for that.

We met Tom in college.

Tom was older; he was a third year when we were just freshmen. I think somebody told me once that he had three majors in college, in three different schools. I don’t know if that’s true and I’ve never asked him but it certainly sounds like it could be true. Because that’s the kind of guy Tom is. I don’t know if he’s smart. I used to think he was smart, and he isn’t dumb, but now I think he just works hard. I say Allison and I met Tom in college but we knew him before that. He did go to our high school but we never saw him much. He wasn’t in student council, he didn’t work on the paper, he wasn’t in theatre, he definitely didn’t do sports. I think Tom worked all the time. He was usually on the fringe of school, but he always had some connection. Either we had a friend who was friends with him or gym with a girl who was dating him. I think Allison said he worked at the dock. It would explain his hands. How do I explain that, other than the obvious?

I’ll put it this way. Allison says that learning how to move on stage actually requires a class, it actually requires practice. I guess it makes sense. Being up there people are watching everything. It doesn’t make sense to see you twitching or moving around aimlessly or shuffling your feet. And your hands have to be somewhere. When Tom talks, or when he moves, you don’t realize it but he doesn’t fidget, doesn’t bounce. His hands do exactly what he says he’s going to do. Or they show you. They don’t waste time.

And Tom doesn’t waste time, as most people come to find out.

I had been back in the city for about a year. I was saving money and hating how useless I felt. Allison was looking for work and not having much luck in theatre. We got together at the gym Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays (I also went on alternating Saturdays or Sundays when I could). I love Allison but we hit the gym more because we were friends than we had the same goals in mind. Allison was more fond of the stairmaster and the track and talking to guys she knew (she has been looking for a boyfriend since she and Ryan broke up two months ago but she is exceedingly conservative and better at flirting than saying yes to a date). So here’s where I got myself into trouble, maybe.

I’m good looking. I said that before and I’ll say it again to get it out of the way. I’m 5’7″, I’m a brunette, and my breasts are not as big as Allison’s. She has full, heavy boobs that droop lower on her chest. My breasts are Cs (bigger when I’m on my period) but they’re higher on my chest and rounder than Allison’s. Some guys prefer hers. Most guys prefer me. I have long legs. I’ve never measured but it always seems to me when I squint in the mirror that my legs are longer than the rest of me. To compensate anadolu yakası escort for that (I was self conscious when I was younger – still am), I went to the gym a lot. And then my ass got really round. Which I was self conscious about. So I started doing sit ups every day. And I run. A lot.

I also eat a lot, but nobody knows that. I say a lot – for a girl that just means more than you’d think. I used to purge in high school but I gave that up when I found out that my girlfriends were idiots. I do occasionally feel the urge to throw up but I don’t. I eat carrots instead. Or I run. I spend an inordinate amount of time working out. In fact, when I’m not working, I’m working out. I seldom drink anymore because I don’t like to count calories when I’m drinking. I won’t lie; recently, I have developed more of a tummy than I’d like, but my sides are still flat and Bobby tells me it’s sexy. I’m not really sure now.

I have green eyes. Dark green eyes, and long lashes. And my arms, for what it’s worth (and guys don’t know) are extremely strong. I can pin Bobby to the bed with my legs, but I don’t because it makes him nervous.

So I’m pretty, but I’ve always been pretty and it’s been very helpful getting jobs. It has not been helpful getting hit on. When I was younger I was embarrassed, when I was in high school I was flattered, in college I would either feel empowered or weird about it. Now I wish every job interviewer would stop staring at my chest, or my neck, or my shoulder, or my ass. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for the way I look, but I look this way because I work hard. Allison is my height and nearly the same weight, but she’s not toned, anywhere. Though guys don’t seem to mind unless we’re standing next to each other.

I guess that’s sort of my point, in that you can look however you want to look, but you’re considered attractive for any number of reasons.

How do I feel about sex? I like sex. Girls that look like me get reputations for being sluts or ice queens. I’ve been called both. I’ve also been called “whore” and “bitch” and “cock tease” and I didn’t like that either. Bobby once told me, as a joke, “Girls don’t get to be hot and have feelings, too.” It certainly feels that way sometimes. Bobby waited for me to laugh. I didn’t.

But I guess I’ve been all those things. I had sex with the boys I wanted to have sex with, my boyfriends. I didn’t talk to guys that were slobbering over themselves or who were so deluded by their own bravado that they thought it was a real big honor for them to even notice me. And I didn’t have sex with the boys I didn’t want to have sex with, and sometimes those were my boyfriends too.

I don’t know how much sex is too much. I don’t know how much is too little. (Bobby and I pretty much stay in all day whenever he gets back from Michigan, and when he’s gone I definitely feel like I’m deprived.) I had more sex with the boys I enjoyed it with. But almost all of the sex I’ve had is either a fast and furious affair or a long but repetitive process. I’m not that creative myself. I’ve never really been sure what boys expect, and I’m beginning to fear that because of how I look, or what I look like, boys don’t want to tell me. (I have had the distinct displeasure of being “told” what to do in bed by a guy or two who thought he was being my “daddy.” I wasn’t impressed and I don’t like being hit. I stepped on his balls when he tried it again and I guess that’s where the “cock tease” nickname started.) So though I’m no stranger in the bedroom I’ve never really done anything you haven’t done. I’ve just probably done a lot more cardio. (Usually a lot more than the guy who’s showing me a good time.)

But when boys are so nervous just talking to you you tend to stick with your girlfriends and like what they like, diss who they diss, learn what they have to say, try to say it back. I’ve often wanted to experiment but I don’t think I’ve ever been sure what it means, or what I mean by that.

I guess I just have an open mind about it.

In the meantime, stuck at home and working, aside from Allison I’ve had a lot of time by myself. My parents are there in the mornings and late at night (and the weekends; but I work weekends) and Bobby’s in Michigan.

I used to love Bobby. He’s smart, he’s tall, he’s got the whole ten year plan thing covered. I still love Bobby, in a way. But I don’t love him the way I did two years ago. We’re moving apart, and we feel that, but it’s a steady thing at least having somebody, even when they’re gone for months at a time.

So my schedule is pretty set. Work as much as my part time job allows; save as much as I can; go to the gym with Allison in the early mornings or evenings. That’s it, really.

That was it.

And then, well, things took a turn.

* * *

Tom worked in the city, too, and he went to the same gym that we did. Allison and he had a few classes in college together atalar escort and had struck up a friendship then. She invited him to our sorority parties and he came, sometimes with a girl, sometimes with a few friends from his job, had a few drinks, and disappeared politely. It’s my suspicion that Allison and he hooked up sometime in our senior year. Allison denies it, but I always thought she had a crush on him.

But Tom was Tom. He wasn’t bad looking. He wasn’t handsome like Bobby was but he didn’t look bad. He didn’t slouch, he had dark hair and he was in good shape. And he was usually pretty quiet. At some point after his graduation he had ended up working for a major law firm (or so I heard). He did well for himself, and that was why we never had any compunctions against him taking us out for smoothies after the gym.

If that seems unlike the picture of Tom I’ve painted before, it is. The smoothies were Allison’s idea, and Tom seemed to like to listen to her talk about theatre. Again, I thought it was because there was a crush going on, either one way or both ways. But I honestly think Tom just liked listening to us talk. He was 25 or 26 at this point and he was always busy. He worked seven days a week, and at strange hours. We all usually ended up at the gym at the same time and afterwards we’d walk across the street.

It was almost June, almost a year since I’d graduated college, and one fairly ordinary day when Tom made his “indecent proposal,” as Allison called it. I wasn’t listening to the first part, idly sipping at my raspberry smoothie and thinking about the last time I’d seen Bobby – then thinking about the last time I’d talked to Bobby, which was last night, and the argument we’d had. I didn’t remember what it was about, only that I was feeling pissy and vindictive.

Suddenly Allison covered her mouth and made a deep, histrionic gasp. I turned from her to Tom. “What?” I said.

“You don’t think that’s sick?”

I had completely spaced out. I glanced at Tom. His expression hadn’t changed. He seemed as reserved and measured as always. I looked back at Allison. She was flushed. “What?” I said again.

Tom cleared his throat. “Allison is reacting to an idea of mine, one she finds distasteful.”

For the third time I said, “What?”

Tom studied me. Our social interactions up till this point had been a handful of small talk at parties and this past month or two of half hour smoothie chats. I watched him trace my forehead and nose and stop at my eyes. “I work a lot,” he said. “I don’t have time for a girlfriend. But every time I get to the gym I see women everywhere.”

“Women are everywhere,” I agreed.

He smiled. “True, but in the gym there is a particular kind of woman, a woman, or a girl, who’s in shape, someone who’s taken care of themselves.” He sighed. “Just beautiful girls, really.”

Allison made another disgusted sound and he seemed to enjoy it. He continued, “I have a lot of respect for hard work. I was thinking how much dedication it takes to get that way-“

“It does,” I said.

“Well you’re an excellent example, Catherine. It’s why I seldom have anything to say to you. You’ve sculpted yourself, inside and out maybe. What would someone like you have to say to someone like me?”

I rolled my eyes. He still watched me intently. “It occurs to me that while I don’t have the time to find a girlfriend, I would love to be able to pay a girl, someone who’s taken care of themselves, to be with, on a weekly basis.”

“What?” I said, for the fourth time in as many minutes.

He raised his hands in a semblance of embarrassment, but I knew he wasn’t. He was doing it to be polite. “It was just a thought, one I’m sure many men before me have had.”

Allison pulled her hands away from her mouth. “You want a harem.”

“I should be so lucky,” he said. “But no, actually, it’s very different.”

Allison rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Tom.”

It looked like he had more to say but he could see Allison was upset, so he didn’t say anything, just sat back in the booth and stirred his drink idly. I didn’t really think much of it. It seemed like a pretty average fantasy of a lot of men. Wasn’t that basically prostitution? Yet he’d said it wasn’t like that. I was still stewing about Bobby so I didn’t pursue it either.

* * *

A week later, Allison and I were leaving the gym and wiping our foreheads with our towels. Instinctually, I headed for the crosswalk and Allison steered me over to her car.

“We’re not getting smoothies?”

Allison bit her lip. “Um, no, let’s get going.”

“Is something wrong?”

As we approached her car she gave me an exasperated smile, and then laughed. “You’re not going to believe this.”

“What?”

“Do you remember what Tom was talking about last week, his prostitute plan?”

“Yes.”

She gave me a knowing look.

My eyes widened. “You’re doing it?”

She gasped ataşehir escort and reached out to pinch me. “Oh my God, no! I can’t believe that’s the first thing you thought.” She unlocked the car and we got in. I threw my towel and shoes inside and eagerly sat beside her. “He did ask me though,” she said.

“Really?”

She started the car and explained what had happened as she backed out. “He totally had it all mapped out. Yesterday he called me and I think he just wanted to hang out – which we don’t really do but I was free so…” She swiveled the steering wheel and moved slowly out of the lot. I thought then that she must have been disappointed. She hid it well. “Anyway, he brings it up again and I got mad and I said, like, why are you talking about this and he says, is it something you could do? And I just said no! Who would do that?”

She shook her head. “Then he tells me, this is how it would work – like I even asked – and he says one hour a week or every two weeks, for $250 an hour or $500 an hour, depending on if it was one week or two. Either way, the girl makes $1000 a month.”

I swallowed. On the one hand, that was strange that he’d put so much thought into it. On the other, that was definitely a plan. Tom had the money, we knew that much, but it was still a lot. It was a lot.

“He mentions some more about how he’d have some special things he’d like to do, but the girl would always have the chance to say no or back out and she’d always be paid up front and I finally just tell him to stop and I say, Why are you telling me this?” She glanced at me with wide eyes. “He says, because I was wondering if you’d want to.” She shook her head again. “God, how sick is that?”

“He was probably just joking with you.”

“I don’t think so,” she said. “Maybe. He’d do that. Don’t you think that’s sick?”

“Sure,” I said.

She eyed me in the rearview mirror. “I can’t believe you’re not more weirded out.”

“It’s totally weird,” I said.

“You wouldn’t do that, would you?”

“Of course not.”

The deeper thing, what I wouldn’t tell her, what wriggled within me and set my mind to work was this: I thought it was a sexy idea. For someone else, I thought. For some girl who didn’t mind risking herself, or her body, to some enigmatic stranger. Five hundred dollars. For nothing but sex. It was prostitution but it didn’t seem like prostitution to me. It was sexy, and I bet Allison thought it was a sexy idea too. But the problem was that I knew about it and it was Tom doing the asking. Tom wasn’t a stranger to her. They were friends – or at least they were before this incident. I wondered if that would change now. Knowing what little I did know of Tom, he’d probably just shrug off the “no” and come to her tomorrow with a smile and a fresh start. Allison wasn’t like that.

But I wasn’t Tom’s friend. And I needed to either get out of my parents’ house or fix my car. No, I thought, I wasn’t leaving Chicago for a while, so the car was unnecessary. But my own place, that was something I could work for.

To have a down payment in a month, rent in the next. I could save from the lousy reception job and… I realized suddenly that I was already calculating, which meant, more or less, that I was willing to do it.

Could I do that to Bobby? Could I do it to myself? Sex twice a month? Or four times, at the most?

It didn’t have to involve Bobby. If anything Allison made it sound like Tom wanted to keep it as business like as possible. And I could do that. But wouldn’t it bother me, sleeping (okay, fucking) another man behind his back? Yet no matter how many times I turned it over in my mind, I couldn’t feel bad about it. Maybe I still loved Bobby, maybe I didn’t. But this was for my future.

And I’m not going to lie, it was sexy. I squirmed in the seat of Allison’s car. My juices had started to flow between my legs. I hadn’t had sex in five months and hadn’t felt like I’d wanted to for at least that long. But I needed to get out of my yoga pants and into the shower as soon as Allison dropped me off. And even after I’d showered, even after I’d gotten rid of the sweat and washed my hair and wrapped myself up and gotten into bed, it was still hot down there. Five hundred dollars.

* * *

Allison didn’t mention Tom that week, so I didn’t mention Tom that week. And I didn’t see him the week after that. But the next Saturday, the one day I went to work out without Allison holding me back, I saw him. He was running on a treadmill. So I grabbed one in front of him and started to run too.

Thinking about this now I wonder if I was putting myself on display for him, getting him to think about what I looked like under the tight clothes, watching my ass as it jiggled back and forth, watching my tits bounce inside my sports bra when he thought I wasn’t looking. I knew I had this effect because Bobby told me once when he came to pick me up at the gym that every guy behind me was looking. Gross, I said. I wonder if Tom was looking?

After twenty minutes Tom left the treadmill and worked over in the free weights. I watched him. Then I got off the tread and worked my thighs on the expander, worked my gluts on the ball, did some basic leg toning. Nearly an hour had gone by when he packed up his bag, said goodbye to some friends and walked out. I packed my stuff and followed him.

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When I arrived at the hotel, I found you’d already checked in. I got my key and headed to the room, expecting to find you there. I saw indications you’d been in the room, but you must have stepped out, so I decided to settle in myself. I checked out the room, eyeing the king bed I knew we’d be sharing later, and imagining how much fun that jacuzzi tub would be.

I kicked off my shoes and lay back on the bed, closing my eyes and fantasizing about what was to come. Becoming aroused, I found I needed to pinch my nipples a bit, and then my hand slid down inside my pants as I began to finger my clit. I was so deep in my fantasy, it barely registered when I heard you walk in. What a sight that must have been for you! Me lying there on the bed, my eyes closed, one hand on my breast the other down my pants.

I heard you approaching the bed, but did not stop what I was doing. I felt the bed move as you leaned over me, resting one hand on either side of me. With the lightest touch, your lips met mine. As aroused as I already was, it was more of a tease to me. But then, I like to be teased. You knew this, and so you were in no hurry to move things forward. You slowly moved my hands away from my body and pinned them above my head with one hand, while with the other you slowly unbuttoned my shirt, kissing every yenibosna escort inch of skin you exposed. You ran your tongue along the edge of my bra, but even though I tried to raise my body to yours, you did not yet go toward my nipple. Slowly you undid my pants, continuing to kiss every bit of exposed skin as you pulled them off of me. Even though by now my hands were free, I lay still, waiting to see what would come next.

Again I felt the bed move as you got up to remove your clothing. I felt the heat of your body as you got back onto the bed beside me. You laid on your side next to me, and your hand slowly began to explore my body. You took your time, feeling my smooth skin and memorizing every curve of my body. I caught my breath as your hand brushed over my breasts, still in their bra, but you kept on moving. When you had explored all that you could reach – but carefully avoiding any parts that I was silently begging you to touch – you gently turned me onto my back and began the process again. Your fingers combed through my hair, your hand caressed my neck, your fingertips traced the blades of my shoulders. When you reached my bra, you unhooked it and then kept moving downward. Your fingers traced the edge of my panties, and I moaned zeytinburnu escort as I felt your fingers dip between my legs.

You removed my panties then, kissing down my buttocks and thighs as you did so. Then you straddled me and I could feel your hard cock pressing against my ass. Your hands began to massage my back, rubbing out all the tension remaining from my life outside of that hotel room. As I became more relaxed I became even more aroused, and I raised my ass a little into the air, a silent indication I was ready for you to enter me.

You shifted positions a bit, so your cock was between my legs and the tip just touching the wet entrance I was offering you, and you continued to massage me. Just when I thought this was all you were going to give me, and I was about to beg you to fuck me, you raised up off me and told me to roll over. I did, and you settled onto me again, your cock nestled in the hair of my pussy. You continued your massage, but this time it was my breasts you were focused on, massaging and kneading them before ever so gently squeezing my nipples between your finger and thumb. I gasped – I was so aroused that even the slightest touch caused twitches down below. When you leaned down and took one nipple in acıbadem escort your mouth, a moan escaped me, and I knew I couldn’t wait much longer.

Slowly you eased my legs apart, then lifted them over your shoulders to give you full access to my pussy, so wet it was nearly dripping. Your cock teased me – just the head entered me, then after a few seconds you pulled back again, before once again entering me, a bit more this time. You repeated this til I was nearly on fire with my need for you. I looked up into your eyes and without saying a word you knew I was ready. You thrust hard, deep into me, and it felt exactly as I’d hoped it would. Slowly you began to fuck me, slow, deep strokes that gave me such incredible pleasure, your cock rubbing my clit with each thrust. My hands cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipples and I felt my orgasm building, and sensing it, you began to move faster. As the first wave of pleasure hit me, I cried out. You began to fuck me even harder now, and I knew that your orgasm was coming too. With one final thrust you gave a shout as you began to cum, filling my pussy with your juices. Feeling your cock pulsing, and feeling myself full of your cum, was more than my body could take, and another orgasm overtook me. Our cries of ecstacy blended together and as the last of our orgasm began to die down, you gave a few more slow thrusts, drawing a last moan of pleasure out of me.

Slowly you collapsed onto me, and after a time rolled to your side. We looked at each other and with a smile I said “hi”. We both knew that though our time together would be short, it had started out perfectly, and promised to get even better before we had to part.

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Grace had never enjoyed chemistry as a field of study. For some ridiculous reason, though, an extra couple of science credit hours were required for her Business Administration degree. So, having little to choose from and almost no experience in science, she chose chemistry as her final science course. Best get it out of the way now, while she was still a college sophomore, than have to worry about it next year or the year after.

She’d had to have a tutor the whole semester. Chemistry completely confused her. What the hell was an O2 and why didn’t they just call it oxygen, for Christ’s sake? Sodium Chloride? What the fuck was that? Just call it salt already, that’s what it is! She wanted to bang her head on her desk every time she had to learn some new abbreviation or chemical code or some such nonsense. Her tutor treated her like she should still be in high school: “You DID take science in high school, didn’t you? Did you pay attention at all?”

Ugh. She wanted to choke him. Snooty-ass brainiac dork who probably didn’t have any friends in high school and more than likely was still a virgin. Or at least that’s what she told herself, to make herself feel better. Sometimes she fantasized how much fun it would be to seduce him and fuck his brains out, just to show him a thing or two about what she really does know. But that was just a fantasy, and besides, she’d have to be dead before she fucked a nerdy guy like him.

Not at all like Ben, with whom she’d grown much closer since their first tryst together. Nothing romantic had developed, just a strengthening of their friendship and their shared bond, not to mention the sexual benefits they still enjoyed. Their after-class chats became longer and more often, and they had even begun calling each other late at night, after Monica and the kids had gone to bed. They were very discreet in class, though. Everyone knew they were friends, but no one knew the true extent of their student-teacher relationship.

So it happened, that one day after class they were talking as usual, chattering about nonsense the way friends can do.

“So my fucking chemistry tutor can pretty much bite my ass,” Grace was saying. “He thinks he’s big shit because he’s on student council.”

“You heard about the student council wanting to erect a statue in the front, right?” Ben offered.

“Yeah, something about a tribute to the founder of the school. It’s completely retarded,” Grace sneered.

“Why’s that?”

“Give me a break, Ben. Do you even know who the founder of the school is?”

He gave a long pause before breaking into a laugh. “No, I don’t.”

“Exactly. No one does! And they want to build a statue that everyone will look at and go, ‘Who the hell is that?’”

Ben laughed again. “Yeah, I guess that is kind of retarded.”

“See? I’m right again.”

He gave a lift to his eyebrows. “Right again, you say? What makes you think you’re ever right to begin with?”

“Bah!” she cried, going to kick him, but he dodged. “I was right when I started fucking you, wasn’t I?”

Suddenly he was right in her face, pressed against her, his hands holding her wrists behind her back. He was nuzzling her neck. “You’re damn right, you were,” he growled. “And you still have no idea how hard I get when you look at me the way you do during class.”

“Don’t I?” she whispered.

“You don’t see me get up from my desk when you’re wearing one of those skirts, do you?”

He had a point.

She was wearing one of those skirts today, and purposely at that, and he was right, he hadn’t moved from his desk since the beginning of class.

He went on, “I don’t move from that spot, I don’t want anyone to see the raging hard on I’m sporting thanks to you. You’re making my job very difficult, you know.” To punctuate, he pushed against her, grinding his rock-hard cock into her thigh.

“I’m such a bad girl,” she said, throwing a bit of a mocking tone into her voice.

“Damn right. And I think I need to punish you for it.”

A rush of blood filled her pussy, making it swell, and her clit hardened instantly. A trickle of wetness seeped out of her, her panties soaking it up. “Do I have to go to detention, professor?” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Get your ass in my office, right now. I’ll be there in a minute.” When she could only stare at him, he slapped her on the ass and yelled, “MOVE!”

She bolted to his office and shut the door. What did he have in mind for her? They had recently talked about secret dom/sub fantasies. Was he going to try those out? Her heart pounded and her pussy grew still wetter as she pondered the possibilities. She crossed the room to the little sofa and sat gingerly on the edge, staring at the door as if she could force him through it with her gaze. What was taking him so long? After a moment, she couldn’t stand it any more; she leaned back against the sofa, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and began to finger her hard little clit. She dipped her fingers in her hole for lubrication, and circled the tip of her finger around her clit. Jesus, she was hot. She hadn’t been this horny taksim escort or this wet until she sat in Ben’s class, listening to him lecture, wishing he would get up and pace so she could check out his ass. But he didn’t get up, and it was because he was so hard, and he was hard because of her, and that only turned her on more. She doubled the speed of her assault on her clit, thinking she might cum before Ben arrived. Still holding her panties aside with her free hand, she managed to wiggle one of those fingers into her pussy, fingering herself while she jerked off her clit.

And this is the way Ben found her when he opened his office door: spread open on the sofa, rubbing her clit with one hand, and simultaneously holding aside her panties and fingering herself with the other. Talented girl, he thought.

She jerked her eyes open and froze when she heard the door. He’d caught her! She felt the color rush to her face. No one had ever seen her masturbate before.

He smiled. He understood the vulnerability she had to be feeling, and wasn’t going to use that to his dominant advantage. “Don’t stop,” he said gently. “You look beautiful.”

Slowly her tension faded and her focus on her pussy returned. She kept her eyes on Ben, who kept his eyes fixed to her. She wormed her finger deeper inside her, marveling at how much wetter she’d gotten since Ben came in, and continued massaging her clit. This would be so much easier with a vibrator, she thought, but her hands would do for now, as Ben seemed to be enjoying the show very much. He was rubbing his cock through his wrinkle-free khakis, the erection visible under his hand. After a minute he unzipped his pants and took his cock out, stroking it firmly, watching her all the while.

The sight of him leaned against the door with his cheeks flushed, his eyes fixed on her dripping pussy, fondling his own cock, made her that much wetter, and she sped up her strokes on her clit even more. For some reason she couldn’t quite understand, she loved the way he looked jerking himself off. It made her want to cum for him, really give him something he could get off on. She removed her hands from her pussy only long enough to slip her panties completely off, spreading her legs even wider now, and shoving three fingers inside herself, rubbing her clit furiously. He stroked his dick a little faster as she went, having no intention of cumming just yet, but being too turned on to do anything else.

Suddenly her breath quickened, and she muttered, “Oh my god…”

“That’s it, Grace…Let me see you get yourself off…Show me what a horny little bitch you are…”

She absolutely loved the tone of his voice when he talked to her like that! It was enough to send her over the edge, the orgasm seizing her firmly as she cried out.

“Ooooh, yeah…That looks great, baby…” Ben’s mouth literally watered as he watched her buck her hips under her own touch, her face reddened by her orgasm. “Beautiful.”

She recovered slowly, opening her eyes to see him smiling at her, still stroking his cock. “I’ve…never done that before…” she whispered.

“I know. I could tell. You were so surprised when I came in, like you’d…well, like you’d been caught masturbating!” They both laughed. “But you looked so hot, Grace, I swear. I’m so hard right now I’d probably break a window if I ran into it.”

She threw her head back and laughed heartily. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She slipped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, both items falling to the floor. “Why don’t you bring that big hard cock over here?”

He crossed the room, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants as he did so. He stepped out of his pants as he reached the sofa, towering over her. She pulled him forward until he was leaning over the couch, supporting his weight with his hands on the back of the sofa. She nibbled him hungrily all over, from his neck to his nipples, down his stomach to his cock. She twirled her tongue around the end of his cock, and he let out a long, low moan. Encouraged by this, she ran her tongue all the way down his cock in a spiral, bringing more sounds of pleasure out of him.

Suddenly a better idea occurred to her; she lifted up a little and placed his cock firmly between her breasts, squeezing them together, perfectly nestling it. “Oh holy god,” he whispered.

“Fuck them,” she begged. “Fuck those pretty little tits.”

He didn’t hesitate. He began thrusting his cock in its envelope of tits, and she bent her face down to catch the head of his cock in her mouth. The feel of her mouth on the end of his dick after its traveling through the tunnel of her cleavage was such a sensation-change, it brought him more quickly to the edge – too quick for his liking, but he wasn’t about to stop or slow down. This was simply too good.

“Couldn’t wait, could you,” he whispered to her. “You couldn’t wait for me to come get you, you had to start playing with your pussy as soon as you were alone, didn’t you?” She moaned and nodded, her mouth closing over his cockhead. “You’re such a horny little slut, topkapı escort and I love that about you…” He felt the orgasm building, his breath quickening. “You ready for a big load shot all over you, little cumslut?” he grunted, and before she could think about answering, he had pulled back far enough to take his cock in his hand again, and jerk himself to the finish, shooting his thick juice in spurts on her breasts, her cheeks, her chin. She held her mouth open for it, catching what she could, licking the rest from her fingers as she gathered it.

With a loud groan, he flopped onto the sofa next to her, sighing contently. “I love a good tit fucking,” he said, grinning at her.

She grinned back, leaning against him. “Was it that good?”

“You kidding? It was awesome. Especially that whole sucking on the end part. True porn-star quality, there.” He tossed his arms around her, gathering her to him. “But I was all prepared to be dominant and give you a spanking and everything, and seeing you like that when I walked in, I just totally forgot everything I’d planned, and got all wrapped up in watching you pleasure yourself. You see what you do, woman?”

She giggled, settling against him and wrapping her arms around his waist. He stroked her hair lightly, holding her close.

After a pause, she ventured, “You ever tell anyone about us?”

He pulled back to look down at her, his brow furrowed. “Who would I tell, Grace?”

“I don’t know…bar buddies…strip club buddies, that kind of thing, I guess.”

“Have you told anyone?”

“Of course not. But girls are a little different, you know, we don’t have the locker-room talks quite as much.”

“Are you saying you want me to tell someone?”

She paused. “Someone…who doesn’t know you…doesn’t know me…doesn’t know anything about us, except that I’m the best lay you’ve ever had.”

So that’s what this is about, he thought. “You want to know that I’ve bragged about you.”

“It’s the only way to be sure a guy really enjoys the sex,” she confirmed. “He can tell the girl all he wants to that she’s good, and he loves it, and all that, but until he’s taken it back to his buddies and bragged about the sex or the blowjobs or whatever, you never know for sure.”

He had to admit, she had the guy mentality down pat. “Well, sweetheart, I haven’t exactly taken it back to my buddies, because pretty much all of my friends know you, or at least know you’re a student of mine, and they also know I’m married, and would probably go to Monica with it. And I don’t want to open that can of worms until I’ve got the fish to feed them to, know what I mean?”

She nodded.

“But,” he went on, “I have mentioned to a couple of people who’ve noticed my change in mood, that I’m having the best sex of my life, which is very true.” He smiled down at her.

She beamed, and squeezed him. “I just want to know that you enjoy my body as much as I enjoy yours,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“I think we’re pretty well matched,” he replied, taking a quick lick at her nipple.

She pulled back, catching his face in her hands. “Ben, look. There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about.”

He leaned back, getting serious. “Okay.”

She took a deep breath. “I’ve got something to tell you, and I’m telling you only because I respect you, and I want your respect for me to continue, and if you have any qualms about it, I won’t go through with it, I’ll drop it altogether.”

He looked puzzled. “Okay, I suppose you’ll elaborate on that?”

“Of course.” She paused again, looking for wording. Finally she said, “I have developed a bit of a crush on my chemistry professor.”

A laugh escaped him. “Sydney Hargrove? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I am not kidding!” She swatted him. “He’s very attractive.”

“Okay, he’s attractive, but he’s still a geek, always has been. With a name like Sydney, you’re cursed at birth to be a geek forever.”

She laughed. “Well, I wanted to tell you about it, because I’m thinking about trying to…” she trailed off.

“You want to seduce the geek, don’t you?” An impish grin lit his face.

“Don’t make fun of me, bastard. It’s hard enough admitting it to you.”

He straightened his face. “I’m sorry. But if you’re worried about how I feel about it, don’t. I’m not offended, and I’m not worried. You and I have never sworn exclusivity, and even though I don’t plan to take on any more projects, you’re free to do as you will, obviously. Besides, I’m pretty sure he can’t fuck you like I can.”

“Probably not,” she said, smiling. “Why don’t you remind me again, just how you do fuck me?”

He leaned into her, taking a breast in his hand and kissing her neck. “I would love to.”

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

Two days later, she had to go to Chem. She made sure she looked fuckable in her cutest denim miniskirt with the attached chain belt and a black halter-top. Were the boots too much, should she stick to the 2-inch sandals with the ballet-slipper ribbons? Yeah, the ribbons made her calves look cute, tüyap escort too, she liked them. She wound her hair into a messy French twist and shoved a hair stick through it. She loved her curly hair; it would stay up all day with just a hair stick holding it. A little black G-string thong would just barely cover her already-wet pussy during class, and the skirt was short enough to give Prof. Hargrove a peek if he was observant enough to look.

She got to class ten minutes early to get a good seat in the front. Prof. Hargrove emerged from his office a few minutes later, surprised to see her.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Crawford. Here early today, I see! And sitting in the front! Is this April Fool’s Day?” he quipped.

She smiled innocently. “No, sir, I’m just really struggling and I need to concentrate more, that’s all. I can concentrate better up here.”

“Isn’t your tutor helping you?”

“No, not really. He’s mostly good for making me feel like an idiot.”

“Hmmm. I’ll have to talk to him about that. But you’re no idiot, Miss Crawford, you do know that, don’t you?”

“Thank you, sir. To be honest, I feel like an idiot in this class. But I think I can catch on enough to get a decent grade.” She leaned forward just a bit, and uncrossed her legs in a move bold enough to be noticed, but subtle enough to be innocent looking. “I wonder if there’s anything extra I can do to help my grade?”

She very distinctly caught him glancing under her skirt, and his flushed face confirmed her suspicion. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, I’m sure we can find something that will help you, Miss Crawford.”

“Professor, please, call me Grace.” She smiled demurely.

His blush deepened. “All right, Grace.”

Students began to filter in, so their conversation was cut off. The lectures began, and Grace watched him closely, the way she watched Ben. She knew very well that her desire to conquer Prof. Hargrove had nothing to do with her grade (Ben, for the record, did not hurt or help her grade based on their relationship), but she would use just about anything to break him down. She knew exactly how to handle shy guys. She let him catch her staring every now and then, analyzing his body, which was built well as she observed. Not too tall, about five-ten maybe, and a little scrawny, but well defined. Nice shoulders, very nice ass, and she was willing to bet there were some pretty tight abs lurking under his crisp button-down shirt. Her eyes drifted toward his pelvic region, and as she wondered how big he was, she could feel herself swelling again, her pussy dripping juice into her panties. She wiggled in her chair, counting the minutes till class was over, when she could launch her assault.

She had an idea, and discreetly reached down and untied the ribbons on her right sandal. The ribbons fell, hanging free until class was finally dismissed. At this point, she began writing furiously in her note pad, as if she had been taking notes for quite some time, and was trying to finish up quickly. She wrote until the room had emptied, when she began to gather her books and “leave”. Her heart pounded, hoping her plan would work.

It was easier than she expected. She had planned to “trip” over her untied ribbons, but as soon as she’d stood up, Prof. Hargrove said, “Oh, Miss Crawford, your sandal has come untied.”

She feigned surprise. “Oh! Silly me. Thank you, Professor.” She lifted her foot and placed it on her chair, which served to raise her skirt to a point that her panties were quite visible. And here was another advantage to her sandals: they took quite a while to wind up her leg before she could tie them. She could feel the professor’s intense gaze on her as she worked at fixing her shoe, and she was trying very very hard to ignore it.

She finished her shoe and smiled at the professor, who was now visibly hard, but she pretended not to notice. He blushed again.

“Thanks again,” she said. “I might have tripped over them, and that would have been embarrassing!”

He chuckled nervously. “Indeed.”

“So professor,” she went on, as if nothing had happened, “we were talking about extra things I might do to help my grade out, remember?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes, I remember. Ahem. Er, what sort of projects did you have in mind?”

Way to leave the door wide open, slugger, she thought. “Well,” she said, slowly approaching the front of the room, “I know I’m not doing well on tests. And I know my essays are mediocre at best, and projects suck, and my tutor isn’t helping…”

By now she had closed the distance between them, and she could sense the tension coming from him. She had a feeling he knew what she wanted, which was just as well. Because she also had a feeling he was going to give it to her.

“I can think of only one thing to do,” she said to him.

His voice was barely a whisper. “And what’s that?”

She looked into his eyes for one quick second before she covered his lips with hers, feeling the shock go through him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his hair. She felt him gradually relax as she continued the kiss, his arms slowly circling her waist, until finally he was pulling her closer to him, pressing himself against her, returning the kiss with equal fervor. He did have a natural touch, she thought, but he was still tense. She broke the kiss to nibble at his neck and ear, and she whispered, “Let’s go to your office.”

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I come out of the ladies and find everyone has gone.

“Oh my god!” I say aloud to myself. My coat and bag are gone too and I’m only wearing a skimpy dress, a strapless bra, thong and hold-ups. I shiver. It is still winter and some bastard has nicked my stuff. I panic. No phone! No money! I can’t walk home from here alone. I must get a taxi. My head swims from the consumption of too much alcohol. I try to keep calm and tell myself the girls will be outside waiting.

I’m wrong. I step out of the club into the dark, damp night. Gangs of drunken lads are shouting to me. I ignore them and start walking in the opposite direction. I have only walked a few yards when a taxi pulls up to the curb. I look at the driver. He looks nice. He looks ‘safe’. He smiles and shows a perfect row of teeth. He winds the passenger window down and says, “Get in. I’ll take you home.”

I climb into the back, close my eyes and he pulls away from the kerb. I feel my senses slipping away as I doze on the back seat of the car. He drives quickly and as he corners my legs swing to the motion of the taxi. They finally fall open and my dress creeps up my thighs. My hands are unconsciously gripping the seat, my pretty painted glossy red nails digging in trying to hold myself upright. My dress pulls higher still. I wonder how much he can see. I shrug, past caring, and begin to doze again as the taxi stops weaving.

I am awakened by the sound of music. At first I think I am back in the nightclub, then I realise it’s from inside a car. Car? Oh shit! We have stopped. Where the hell am I?

I feel the cold air rush in as the door is opened. An icy draught küçükçekmece escort blows up my legs and stirs my numb body into life. Goosebumps cover my skin and my bare bum is freezing with the cold night air.

I open my eyes see nothing but darkness. What’s happening? I blink but still I see nothing. My heart is beating fast. I’m so cold. I feel my nipples pressing against the seam in my bra. It scratches me and I realise they are hard? From fear or arousal? Or am I still dreaming in my drunken stupor?

I feel male hands on me I am rudely awakened from my thoughts. The driver’s big hands spread my thighs and my thong is pulled between the cheeks of my arse. It stretches tight over my fleshy folds imprisoning them beneath the gusset. I feel a dribble of pussy cream leak from my hole creating a perfect stencil of my lips, white cum in black panties, butterfly shaped. I giggle to myself at the thought.

My amusement and my dream world are shattered by one sharp, rasping sound. His zipper. His hips are positioned in front of my face as he kneels before me. He slips his fingers into my hair and, holding my head in hard hands, says quietly but firmly, “Suck me!”

I panic remembering I have no warm clothes, no money, no bag and no mobile. I don’t know where the fuck I am. All I know is it’s the early hours of a dark moonless night and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with a semi erect cock slowly rubbing against my cheeks. The skin feels soft with an underlying hardness. He slaps it against my mouth and it thickens. I hear the soft sound of flesh şişli escort smacking against flesh and my pussy twitches involuntarily. Oh my god what is my body doing?

I feel his foreskin rolling on my bottom lip down and under his helmet as he slides it on my mouth. My lipstick makes it slip in easier and I briefly wonder if it has smudged all over my face? He pulls out and pushes the tip of his cock against the centre of my pursed lips. I open my mouth to let it in a little and I feel the engorged head pulsating. He pulls back again but not for long. The next thrust is harder – as if the first was just for positioning.

He holds my head firmly by my hair and slowly pushes in fully until the fat head of his cock lodges firmly against the back of my tongue. I feel the size of him, the length, the shape and every bulging blood-filled vein popping out along the long quivering line of his hot shaft. I can even feel the thin line of skin joining his foreskin to the big soft velvety head. I run my tongue along it and he sighs and pushes deeper!

I almost gag but his moan excites me. I decide to relax my throat and let him in fully. The taste of precum on my tongue encourages me to continue to suck harder. Together with his flowing clear fluids and my saliva we create a perfect wet channel for him to shaft. His hips buck faster and harder. I feel him banging hard against my mouth bruising my lips on my teeth.

I feel him swelling in my mouth and suddenly I can’t breathe. A reflex action takes over and I breathe through my nose. Warm air blows down my nostrils onto şirinevler escort his cock. His balls swing in my face and I can smell soap. This thick cock filling my mouth must be freshly washed. Thank god. No more time to think. Will I spit or swallow? Do I have a choice?

Noooooooo! He pulls my head down onto his cock. I’m sure he reaches my tonsils. Then he cums, thick, warm spurts. I don’t get time to taste it as it splashes against the back of my mouth and swims down my throat. So much! I swallow once, twice and still my tongue is coated. I continue to swallow and lick his pulsing cock until he is spent.

He is motionless for a moment, then he leans forward, kisses the top of my head, zips himself up and returns to the driver seat leaving me to straighten my skirt and wipe the corner of my mouth. He checks me out in the mirror and starts the engine. He says nothing but I see the twinkle of a smile in his eyes.

We pull up outside my house and to my surprise he leans over the driver seat. I think he is about to ask me for money. Again I panic. But to my surprise he just opens my door from the inside to let me out. I step outside and he exits to follow me. I hear the click of the central locking from the taxi doors.

He walks up the garden path behind me and as we arrive at my front door he reaches out his hand. It is my handbag! I take it and automatically reach inside for my keys. Then it hits me. My stolen bag!

“How come you have my bag?” I ask him. I turn. He smiles at me. He drapes my coat over my shoulders. He takes my hand and pushes his business card and change into it.

“Your mates hired me and paid me up front. They were worried about you! Made me promise to get you home safe and sound! Your phone and your purse are in your bag.”

He smiles again. “Night love Oh! And thanks for the oral. If you ever need a taxi again call me, we can come to some arrangement.”

Another cheeky grin, then he turns and walks away, leaving me speechless.

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He watched the way her slender body moved, fluidly, as though undulating currents propelled her shapely calves, sensually rounded hips, and quivering mound-like breasts in perpetual motion. There was something vaguely familiar about her, as though she were some accessible terrain he had once explored with great passionate abandon.

Montgomery gripped his laden briefcase and pulled his staring, appreciative gaze away from the woman. Turning on his heel, he continued his trek, his tall, muscular form bearing the youthful agility of an athlete and the precise movements of a man intent on completing his goal. Montgomery was a private courier for a group of wealthy businessmen who transported funds to overseas countries to arm rebel forces intent on overthrowing their nation’s governments. He was enroute to one such rendezvous and he needed to keep his concentration on his mission. He hurried across the wide open floor of the airport to the main entrance. His dark eagle eyes swept the perimeter with an alertness born of his profession. There would be time later, once he’d met his contact and concluded his business, to indulge his ravenous sexual lusts and sate the errant stirrings in his loins.

Montgomery was met by a frigid November wind as he stepped outside the terminal, chilling his dark andular face as he crossed the tarmac to hail the first cab he spied. He groped the collar of his tan trenchcoat with his free hand and slid inside the vehicle. Retaining his grasp on the briefcase, he asked to be driven to the local docks, then he settled back against the seat, making himself comfortable for the ride. It was then he spied the young voluptuous woman he had seen moments earlier in the airport. She stood on the sidewalk fronting the main entry, waving one arm at the cab driver.

“Pick her up,” Montgomery told the hesitant driver. “I don’t mind sharing.”

His groin surged at the prospect of being in such close proximity to the beautiful woman. He eyed her large breasts, her long coat blowing open as she hurried over to the slowing cab. The pair bounced playfully, he thought, smiling at the image of her fleshy global mounds concealed beneath a pale blue cardigan sweater. Once again, he felt that vague sensual familiarity about the woman but couldn’t quite bring the feeling to fruitfulness.

The smell of her womanly perfume permeated the closed interior of the cab. Montgomery feasted his eyes on her curvaceous body, skimming his lascivious gaze across her sultry red lips, encompassing her long dark lashed green eyes, the flowing mane of jet black hair splayed across her shoulders, lowering onto her twin peaks straining against her sweater front and lastly, letting his inspecting eyes come to rest on her exposed thighs. She wore an extremely short mini skirt and her bare knees were in very close proximity to his own slacks covered legs. He fought the carnal urge to reach out and place his hand on her exposed thigh.

“Thank you very much,” she said to Montgomery, then scooted forward on the seat and gave the driver an address near the place where Montgomery was to meet his contact. Momentarily she settled beside him on the seat, her warm body pressing into his right side.

It’s deja vu, Montgomery thought, suddenly realizing his obvious attraction to the young woman. She was so like Miriam, a woman he had once met under similar circumstances. They had shared a cab, then a meal and a bottle of wine, then a passionate, sexual interlude. It had been so intense, so enthralling in circumstance, so blatantly lustful, that he had never quiet forgotten her, though they had lost contact soon afterward.

From the moment Montgomery allowed thoughts of Miriam to flower inside his head, there was no need for conversation, beyond the spoken amount the young woman required for the sex act, and Montgomery’s kağıthane escort quick nod of capitulation before handing over the money. The carnal urge to relieve the sexual bliss he had shared with Miriam was overpowering in its intensity. He set aside his leather briefcase, glanced somewhat tentatively at the back of the cab driver’s head, then gave in to the hot rush of consuming lust racing round inside him.

She gave a soft little mew as she came at him, red lips slightly open as though about to kiss him, then let a slow sexy smile take control of her exquisite features. Pushing aside her heavy coat, she raised her mini skirt, sliding the taut fabric up around her hips to reveal black bikini panties riding only slightly above the dark bushy triangle Montgomery’s eyes latched on to. With one fluid movement, she threw her right leg across his thighs, and straddled his lap, yanked her panties aside and pushed her crotch toward his penis.

Montgomery gulped in a quick gasp of air and released his fly, bringing his hard erection forward. Unleashing his intense lust, he plunged his rock hard member into the dewy meadowland being offered. Her aroma filled his nose. There was perfume, of a flowery sort, and the unmistakable odor of desirable female juices as he delved into her dark hot tunnel. Visions of Miriam danced in his head as he grasp the woman’s hips in his hands and began to rock his pelvis upward, thrusting deeply into her warmth.

Her torch-like heat engulfed him, sent a wave of scorching hot fire racing through his groin, into his belly. He gripped her gyrating hips, pressing himself upward to thrust more fuly into her wet cavity. She settled heavily onto his lap, hugging his hips with her bent knees, coiling her arms around his shoulders to steady herself. She poked her wet tongue into his left ear, breathing noisily and making him close his eyes and long for more time with her, a better place to relive his pent-up lust, a bed to cradle their fevered bodies, time to explore her tantalizing hot canyons and moist crevices.

Reality surged forward and Montgomery pulled his head from her confining grasp. It was best to remember he was taking a woman in the back seat of a cab along a city street, in a hurried atmosphere, an atmosphere that could easily turn volatile if the cab driver once caught on to what was happening not three feet away.

His slacks rustled beneath her bare hips. The leather seat, stained with the presence of multiple passengers, squeaked and grated under their squirming movements. Montgomery held a series of explosive grunts and groans at bay as sweat popped out on his forehead and upper lip, and through it all, the woman continued to move, undulating wave-like against his stiff cock, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were not alone, but performing an illicit act in a moving cab.

Montgomery soon felt driven with the need to release his semen inside her, yet he hopelessly clung to the notion that he wanted it to last longer, to somehow, magically perhaps, transport them both to some secret hideout where they could copulate time after time undisturbed.

His feral state was near explosion, being driven from him via the hot demanding movements surrounding his flesh. He began to drive upward harder, sending his stiff cock into her inviting moving cave with a force that defied reason. Thoughts of the cab driver discovering their sexual liaison fed his fevered mind. Then he realized he was reaching orgasm and the feelings spiraling throughout his body were all consuming.

She whispered something incoherent into his left ear at precisely the moment his ejaculation began, spurting hot white and feeling electrified. The lusty groan of male contentment slipped from between his pursed lips, springing sarıyer escort into the stale interior of the cab and drawing the attention of the driver, making him glance in the rear view mirror. For a second their eyes met, accessed, then broke, the driver returning his gaze to the busy city streets, while Montgomery finished the hurried orgasm and pushed the woman off his lap, all disturbingly animalistic.

His chest heaved with the exertion. He leaned heavily against the seat, his hands limp at his sides while his barely conscious mind took note of the woman arranging her clothing, reaching across his body to retrieve something, her purse perhaps, then arranging her long hair atop her shoulders, then exiting the vehicle. She left a coldness in her wake that Montgomery couldn’t quite figure.

Momentarily Montgomery realized he was at his destination too and hurried to compose himself. He zipped his fly, then reached for his suitcase. Then, on somewhat shaky legs, he exited the cab and took off down the docks to meet his contact.

The ocean was fragrant with the smells of sea going vessels, motor oil and diesel fuel permeated the air, voices of dock workers and ship crewmen sounded, though inaudible as large machines drove along the piers unloading cargo from giant ships. He searched the array of anchored boats until his eyes spied the insignia of The Seafarer then he quickened his steps, anxious to fulfill his obligation and relieve himself of the burden he carried.

She was standing on the deck, tall, willowy, with golden bronzed flesh gleaming luminescent in the noon day brilliance. A red halter top, which appeared two sizes too small, was tied about her large breasts, and her snug fitting short shorts left little to the imagination. Montgomery’s lust rekindled at the sight even though the aftershocks of pleasure still hovered within his body. How had the woman beaten him aboard the ship? he wondered, eyeing her speculatively. But then he chided himself. The woman on the deck couldn’t possibly be the woman he just had sex with in the cab.

Perplexed, he strode across the deck of the ship to discover that he was approaching Miriam, the woman he harbored such fiery lust for. She smiled her remembrance of him as he drew near.

“It’s been a long time,” Miriam said, her words slightly tinged in her native tongue, her eyes taking in his large suit covered body, lingering a moment too long, perhaps, on the black leather briefcase he carried. She suggested he accompany her down to her cabin for a drink. He accepted, mesmerized by her beauty, and she led the way across the polished deck of the ocean liner, into the narrow stairway leading to the first class passenger cabins. He followed her inside, she secured the door, then proceeded to pour two brandies, handing him one.

“Salute,” she murmured, touching her glass to his. “To old times.”

“To old times,” Montgomery repeated. He watched her over the rim of his glass. Sex in the cab with the prostitute had only whetted his appetite for Miriam. She radiated lust, held his gaze like no other woman, troubled his mind in the wee hours before dawn. Suddenly the years melted away. He wanted to bed her again, plunge himself inside her delicious folds and come and come until his brains nearly exploded.

She sensed his unbridled desire for her, began to disrobe, led Montgomery to the narrow bed in the cabin, pulled his body down beside hers, began to undress him. She was a variable feast for the male senses. Montgomery gazed at her large pendulous breasts with their deep rose colored nipples. He reached his big hands out, filling them to overflowing. He felt suspended in time, caught up in a sensuous vortex that whirled and spun out of control.

She ran her warm hands across sefaköy escort his bare chest, lightly caressing, running her nimble fingers through the thick fringe of dark body hair bridging his male nipples, then she lowered her hands, still exploring, to encompass his quickly hardening cock.

Montgomery’s voracious sexual appetite suddenly took command of the situation. He rose and pushed Miriam onto the bed, then climbed on top of her, opening her legs with one knee so he could fit his big body between her thighs. He had dreamed of taking Miriam more nights then he could remember. She was perfection in a woman’s body, a female delight that he had craved since their first encounter.

He melded his body onto hers, savoring the hot smooth feel of her big breasts and flat stomach. Then, the piece de resistance came when he pushed his hard cock into her hot void and began to thrust. Heaven and Earth came together, carashing in one mighty force that sent sensual rapture spiraling along his limbs.

Miriam dug her fingernails into his bare hips, arched her body upward to meet his lunging thrusts, withered against the mattress, her head lolled from left to right as the juicy explosion of orgasm bore down on her.

The water lapped at the anchored ship, caressing its steel sides in a fevered frenzy as the orgasm filled the naked occupants of the first class cabin, releasing them both to soar amid the ocean blue and exalt in the climatic sensations undulating through their veins.

Disarmed by the deliciously unhurried progression of the orgasmic storm, Montgomery dozed, his reason for boarding the ocean liner momentarily forgotten. What a fortunate bastard he was to have fucked two beautiful women in the span of one day. A wisp of old longings stirred his consciousness. Both women had seemed so alike, so familiar that it gave him due puzzlement of mind. But it had been his memory of Miriam that charged his thoughts and fueled his sexual urges. Now, he’d found her again.

He stretched his big naked body on the soft bed, released the tension knotting his senses. It felt good to lay still, to relax for a time, to savor the feeling of power the sexual conquest had filled him with. He lay there in the middle of the bed, his eyes calmly closed, listening to the sounds aboard the ship. Metal clangs and tinkles rent the air as the crew went about the daily tasks of maintaining the vast ocean liner. The faint drone of voices, laughter at times, penetrated the walls of the cabin. The salty sea spray, fragrant with the smells of seaweed and slightly fishy scents, clung to the air and filtered in through the open porthole window. It was so serene. He craved serenity. His life was so hectic, so scheduled, reeking with trepidation and danger.

For a time he lay quietly, then the intensity of the moment beckoned to him. His eyes popped open. He sat up, glanced around the small cabin, then took in the solitary atmosphere. Miriam was no where to be seen.

A quick survey of the cabin revealed he was alone. He dressed, in a panic, for he couldn’t locate the briefcase he had guarded since leaving the east coast, then rushed out the door. His eyes were alert to everyone he passed on the deck, in the corridor, traversing the stairs.

The main deck was teemeing with passengers returning from sightseeing outings. His nerves felt suddenly tangled. His contact was aboard The Seafarer. He was supposed to deliver his goods and continue on with the next leg of his journey. But Miriam had made off with his briefcase. She had robbed him.

Montgomery made his way through the throng of people, inching his way to the gangplank leading to the dock when he suddenly spied Miriam getting into the back seat of a waiting cab. He stared in disbelief. Straining his eyes, he saw a woman accompanying Miriam – the woman he had sex with in the cab. He realized suddenly he had been thrown off guard by temptation and lust. One woman had looked so much like the other that he had allowed himself to be swept away by the torrid crosscurrents of past emotions and ultimately lost sight of his mission. Exasperated, he stared helplessly at the departing cab as it sped away down the dock.

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Mathew Carpenter was eighteen and it showed, his face looked more like a boy’s than a man’s and his dark blonde beard was about as thin as a layer of polish on a beggar’s shoe. His eyes though, shone like two blue diamonds and he had a way about him that spoke of age and experience in a way that made him seem far older and more worldly than many men twice his age. His reputation in the island city of Altanos was that of a fighter, a gambler and perhaps most important of all, a seducer. Mathew Carpenter saw most women and certain men as sexual conquests and was known for his lecherous ways amongst the women of Altanos. He knew he had an edge on most men who sought the attention of the fairer sex and that it wasn’t just his boyish good looks but his reputation as well, the women he seduced seemed even more drawn to him when they heard of his scoundrel’s ways. The ones he didn’t seduce, well, they didn’t matter so much anyway.

Mathew was walking down Illmaster Street as a light rain fell, headed to a late night gambling den to spend some of the hard earned money he’d made from a daredevil’s heist last night with a friend named Eric DeVreer. It was then that he saw one of his old playmates walking down the street towards him.

“Caroline,” he called out to her as she walked towards him, arm and arm with a friend of hers. In truth, Caroline Tarsier was more than just a playmate; she had fallen hopelessly in love with him after he had professed his love for her on a moonlit jounrey down The Lover’s Canal and Caroline had been pining for him ever since. Unfortunately for Caroline, Mathew had been distracted, mostly with work and sometimes with other women but he was a man who could not bear to be held down and he had told her so.

It appeared that she had gotten over the decline of their dalliance and was enjoying her night out with a friend; so Mathew decided that now would be a good a time as any to try to seduce her once more and get her back into his bed.

“Mathew Carpenter, you honorless scoundrel,” she shouted to him as he walked towards her.

“Honorless scoundrel,” Mathew asked in shock, “why Caroline I don’t think that’s warranted, we were hardly lovers engaged to marry and I’ve wanted to see you these past few weeks but I’ve simply been too busy with my work to be visiting lovers and spending time with love-struck women.

“Too busy, it’s been far more than a few weeks and you’re nothing more than a common thief. How dare you disgrace my sister with these spurious excuses of being too busy,” she said to him.

“Excuses? Sister?” Mathew said before being cut off once again by his unexpectedly vociferous conversation partner.

“Yes, Mathew,” she said as she walked towards him, unhooking her arm from her friend who was now giving Mathew a disapproving glance.

It was then that Mathew realized he was not speaking to Caroline at all but her younger siste. Kira Tarsier had recently turned eighteen and was equally as beautiful as Caroline but had a far more fiery way to her by the looks of things. She was a good six inches shorter than Mathew and short for a woman but her dark skin and fine features drew him to her, to say nothing of her large breasts and full figure. Like most natives to Altanos, she had dark hair and brown eyes but Kira stood out thanks to a sensual beauty that was enough to make any man grow hard. Mathew approached her with hands out preparing to say something charming when the woman stepped forward and slapped him across the face.

“Gods Kira, I don’t think that was necessary,” he said.

“Not necessary,” she shouted, “you broke my sisters heart and now you complain about a slap on the face, you have no right calling yourself a gentleman.”

“I never did,” said Mathew in exasperation.

“You there,” shouted a male voice not far off. Mathew turned to his left to see a night guardsman standing under the eve of a merchant’s house. “Get yer shoutin match off the streets, can’t ye tell that people be sleepin ’round here. It be no place for a lover’s quarrel anyway,” the guardsman said.

“We’re not lovers,” Kira shouted at the man.

“Well get yerselves home anyway, this ain’t the time for proper ladies to be out an about, walkin the streets with random men so why don’t ye get home an leave me in bloody peace,” the guardsman told her.

“What a lout,” Kira said under her breath.

“Kira my dear, allow me a moment to explain,” Mathew told her while she swore under her breath.

“No, you don’t get a moment to explain, you broke my sister’s heart,” she retorted.

“It’s not like that, why don’t we go over to your place right now, I’ll show her how much I love her, I’ve just been busy with work. I was out of Altanos,” Mathew said, struggling to make up something convincing. “Aboard a ship, pursuing a spice trader who conned my friend and I out of our pay. We had to chase him and it took weeks,” Mathew exclaimed.

“A likely story,” Kira retorted.

“No!” Mathew told her, “Now listen silivri escort Kira, if you don’t give me a chance then I won’t go to sleep feeling guilty tonight but if you do then you’ll have done your sister a good deed. Let’s go to your apartment, I’ll escort you and she’ll be thanking you in the morning.”

“You just want to get into her knickers,” Kira replied.

Mathew could see the ghost of a smile forming on her lips and he knew that with a little more work he’d have her. “Kira, I can’t very well get into her knickers if I don’t earn her forgiveness, now can I,” he said.

“Oh all right, let’s go then,” she replied.

“Kira, are you just going to take this man back to your home,” her friend asked.

“It’s fine Jeanette, I can take care of myself. Besides, Mathew isn’t that tough,” Kira told her.

“Alright,” Jeanette said with stiff reluctance, “but you had better behave,” she warned, gesturing towards Mathew.

“Madam, I shall be at my finest behavior,” Mathew replied.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Jeanette mumbled as she turned and began walking the way the two women had headed earlier. “Fine evening, Kira.”

“You too Jeanette,” Kira replied before looking to Mathew.

“Now, shall we my lady Kira,” Mathew asked, holding out his hand to her.

Kira giggled at the mock formality and took Mathew’s hand and began leading him down the street towards the house Kira and her sister shared. “Don’t get any ideas with me, Lord Mathew,” she said humorlessly as they walked, “I’m not as easy as my sister.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t imagine you are, which is not to say that your sister was easy Kira, just adventurous,” Mathew said with a mischievous wink.

“Oh Gods, what have I gotten myself into now,” Kira asked herself as they walked.

Nothing that a good fucking won’t get you out of my dear, Mathew thought as he followed her lead, planning all the way how to get her into her bed and have his way with her.

The two had soon walked the entire way to the small house that Kira and Caroline shared while passing Mathew’s now empty flask of brandy back and forth. Mathew was quite surprised at how freely Kira had been with him as they talked. Once Kira had had a few pulls from Mathew’s flasks she began talking quite openly about her sister’s sexual exploits. It seemed that the woman had had quite a few playmates since he’d stopped seeing her and that she was quite a bit more adventurous now than she was when Mathew first took interest in her. Any guilt that he’d felt for Caroline Tarsier had vanished with each new story of her sexual adventures over the past few weeks.

“You know, it wasn’t that your sister was easy,” Mathew said as he took his now empty flask from Kira, “it’s just that she happens to love men with large cocks and she heard the stories about me and wanted to find out if they were true.”

“Oh Gods, did you really just say that,” Kira asked. “Was that supposed to get me excited Mathew,” she said as she turned toward him, smiling wickedly.

“Not at all, it’s just a statement of truth Kira, I happen to be well hung, not to mention a fine lover compared to most of the men in Altanos, if you must know,” Mathew told her with a grin.

“Mathew you have to be joking yourself if you think that that’s going to get you under my skirt,” she told him.

“I’m not joking Kira, it’s just the truth,” he said with a carefree tone in his voice that said that he believed it.

“Oh come now, surely you don’t expect me to believe that do you,” Kira asked.

Not at all, in fact I would much rather prove it to you if anything Kira,” he replied.

“Gods, you are bad Mathew,” she said, looking at him and giggling as she fell backwards into her front door.

“Careful there, I might have to escort you inside if you keep stumbling like that, to make sure that you get to your bed safely of course,” Mathew told her.

“Oh,” she said giggling, “and what would you do with me there,” she asked.

“Take advantage of you perhaps,” he said coming towards her, “maybe show you what a great lover I am.”

“Oh really, would you,” she said with a girlish smile on her face.

“Oh, absolutely,” he whispered as he stepped even closer to her, letting her feel his breath on her neck and his chest against her breasts without taking his eyes from hers, even for a moment. Kira returned Mathew’s gaze as his body pressed up to hers and the look of arousal and excitement on her face showed she wanted to go further. He took no time to hesitate and brought his lips to hers, reveling in the softness of her mouth against his.

“Mmmm,” Kira moaned into Mathew’s mouth as her lips opened for him, allowing his tongue to dart in and intertwine with her own.

Mathew’s hands roamed over Kira’s body as they kissed each other outside her door and her moaning began to grow more intense. “Kira, let’s go inside,” Mathew told her, “I want to show you I was right merter escort about being a good lover.” His hand ran down to her pussy as he spoke the words and he rubbed her mound through her dress while looking into her eyes, seeing the desire rise in her as he did.

“Oh gods, Mathew,” she said breathlessly, “We can’t let Caroline know about this,” Kira whispered mischievously as she nodded her head.

“Oh don’t worry, I wont tell your sister a thing,” he said as he continued rubbing her pussy through her dress.

“Good,” Kira said, giggling as she turned away from him and pulled a key from between her breasts before opening the door to her house. She turned to Mathew as she stepped inside and gestured for him to follow her with a look of excitement on her face. The two of them snuck to her room, which was thankfully on the other side of the small abode’s as Caroline’s.

“You can’t tell my sister that I’m about to fuck you, I don’t want her to know that we’ve shared the same cock, Mathew” Kira said, grinning as she opened the door and walked in before turning to face him. He stepped through the door and Kira immediately began kissing him as he closed it behind him. Their lips met in a fury of passion and his hands went to her body, feeling the fabric of her dress cling to her hot skin. He ran his hands down to the slopes of her ass and felt her wide hips beneath his palms; he loved the feel of her full body against his and felt his cock begin to stiffen as he squeezed her ass cheeks in each hand.

Kira moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her ass and said “yes, squeeze my ass Mathew, I love having it squeezed and spanked.”

“Is that so?” Mathew had said before she brought her mouth back to his and eagerly slid her tongue past his lips. He imagined what it would be like to have that tongue tease his cock and the thought made him grow harder still. Mathew broke the kiss and said, “So you’re a naughty girl who needs to be punished then,” hoping that Kira would love dirty talk as much as her sister did and that she too craved to submit.

“Oh yes, that’s right, I’m a naughty girl and I need to be punished,” Kira said, a look of pure lust filling her eyes. Mathew squeezed her ass cheeks even harder, pleased to hear her moan with pleasure as he did so. He kissed her again and ran one hand up her soft stomach and under her breast, gently cupping the soft mound that more than filled his hand. As he did so, Kira’s hands roamed over Mathew’s body as well, almost cutting into his skin with her nails as she ran them down the length of his chest and eventually down to his hardening cock. “God, Mathew,” Kira said, her lips barely leaving his, “your cock feels so good in my hands.” She began to stroke it through his pants and he could tell how much it turned her on to feel him get harder in her hands. He squeezed her breast as his tongue lashed over hers and felt himself grow fully erect, his cock pulsing as she stroked it. Slowly, he tweaked her nipple and felt her knees buckle slightly as he did. Kira moaned loudly, showing how much she enjoyed the pain and pleasure of Mathew’s touch and he brought his other hand up from her ass to the strap of her dress to brush it off her shoulder before doing the same to the other.

Kira broke their kiss and looked into Mathew’s eyes before stepping away from him, he was unsure if he had gone too far or if she just wanted to take a moment to reconsider before going any further. As she stared into his eyes with abandon and dropped her dress to the floor, he knew the answer. He stepped towards her without hesitation, spurred on by the fact that he saw she had worn neither bra nor panties despite the chill of the night. “No Mathew,” she said, surprising him utterly before adding, “I want you to take your clothes off for me before we have sex, show me your beautiful body so I can see it all. I’m going to lick and caress every inch of you when I take you to my bed and I want to see you completely naked before I make love to you.”

Mathew wasn’t used to women taking control like that and he was so overcome with lust for her that he almost disregarded her wishes and threw her to the bed right then but he realized that giving her what she wanted would be pleasurable for both her and him and took delight in the thought of stripping for her. Resolving to give her the show that she wished to see, Mathew slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, opening it for her just enough to give her a clear view of the hardened chest which she had scratched just moments ago. Kira stared with lust as Mathew took of the garment for her and dropped it to the ground. Her desire to cover his body with her lips and feel her tongue running down it grew with every move he made. He felt his cock surge against his zipper as he undid his belt buckle and pushed it down, taking his trousers with it. He was not wearing underwear and as he barred himself to her, his cock sprang up, pointing directly mecidiyeköy escort towards her mound and dripping with precum. Kira gasped and stared wantonly at Mathew’s throbbing erection as he kicked off his boots and then gave her a wicked grin before bowing slightly and saying, “Is this what you wanted my lady?”

“Yes,” she said, almost breathless, “yes. It’s what I wanted Mathew, I want you so bad.” With that, Mathew walked over to her and wrapped his hands around her, reveling in the feeling of her naked body pressed against his. Her soft, ample breasts crushed against his chest and his hard cock throbbing into her stomach, making them both wish to feel it slide inside her. He ran his hands down to her ass once more, wanting to feel it beneath his hands now that she was fully naked. Her soft skin and round cheeks were almost too much for him, the pleasure that surged through him as he felt her naked ass was magnificent and he knew that she felt the same way, for she moaned even louder as she kissed him in ecstasy. “Gods yes Mathew, I want you so bad” she said as her hands went back down to his hard cock and felt it naked in her hands this time, “oh Gods I want you in me.” She twisted her fingers around his cock using the precum that flowed from his tip as lubricant before she spat into her palm and fell to her knees before him. Her fingers wrapped around him once again and this time began stroking him with an expert motion that made his cock pulse and twitch as a warm feeling of pleasure spread all over his body.

“Oh yes Kira, that’s it my love, stroke my hard cock for me.” He said to her as he looked down at the sable curls that adorned her head before staring deep into her beautiful dark eyes as she looked up at him. “Stroke it for me, then take it in your mouth, I want to feel your lips wrap around it.”

“Oh yes, tell me what to do. I love it when a man takes control and tells me what to do,” Kira said as she eagerly stroked Mathew’s cock, hands running up and down it with greater speed than before.

“Mmm,” he moaned, “You like being used like a slut, don’t you Kira,” he asked as she stroked his cock.

“Yes, use me like I’m your slave, I want you to fuck my body like it belongs to you Mathew, treat me like I’m your whore and you’re my master,” Kira told him with passion as she looked directly into his eyes.

Mathew couldn’t believe what he was hearing, her words made him want to grab her by the hair and start fucking her face as the expression of her desire sprang from her lips. He almost shot his load into her mouth right then as she kissed the head of his cock and began running her tongue all over its tip. His face lifted up towards the ceiling and he moaned in ecstasy, almost shouting his joy at the heavens above. He looked back down and saw her head bobbing up and down the length of his cock and he ran his hands through her hair and heard her moan as he did so.

“That’s right,” he said, “suck your masters cock. Take it all the way down your dirty little throat.” She began sucking him faster and he knew she loved ever word he was saying. “Suck that cock like the good little slut that you are Kira, you know you like getting used and fucked like a whore,” Mathew told her as she brought her lips down to the base of his cock and moaned around it as if she were about to cum from him filling her mouth and talking dirty to her at the same time. Mathew watched her lips slide up and down his shaft, coating it with her saliva and bringing him greater pleasure with every motion of her mouth. He stared into Kira’s eyes as she looked up at him, cock still filling her mouth, and he savored her expression of ecstasy before placing both hands on the back of her head and beginning to fuck her mouth. She opened wider and let him thrust his cock deep into the back of her throat as he moaned with pleasure. Each stroke brought him closer to orgasm and the pleasure made him pull her hair even harder as he fucked her mouth with growing intensity.

Her saliva dripped down to the base of his cock and ran over his balls and he realized he wouldn’t last much longer if she kept this up. “It’s time I fucked your hot cunt Kira,” he said and she moaned in lust at those words. “Get up,” he commanded as he pulled her head back by her hair and took his cock from her mouth, “get on the bed.”

“Yes master,” she said meekly before quickly walking over to the bed and laying on it face down. Mathew followed and got on top of her before pinning her wrists down with his left hand and spanking her smooth, round ass with his right. “Oh god,” she cried loudly as his hand slammed down on her dark skin. It appeared Kira had taken to tanning in the nude, just like her sister. Mathew spanked her a second time and Kira cried “oh yes, give it to me.”

“Is that what you want Kira? You want your ass slapped like a naughty little whore,” he said, his voice taking on the commanding tone of a master as he spoke, already knowing the answer she would give.

“Oh yes, use me like I’m your whore,” she screamed as she struggled against the hand that was pinning her wrists against the bed. He brought his hand down a third time and the sound rang out as her ass shook from the power of his strike. Instead of pulling away from her beautiful ass, Mathew forced his hand between her legs so that he could feel her pussy.

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Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age.

Editing credit: Blind_Justice

Copyright © 2013 redskyes

Author’s note: This is a continuation of a series. You’ll probably enjoy this more if you start with Part 1.

Chapter 8

I won’t bother you with the questions that were asked. They didn’t matter. The only things that mattered were the choices Jake made, how quickly the situation escalated from a naughty yet mostly innocent game to a practical orgy.

First, he dipped a strawberry in Cool Whip and held it in his teeth, crawling over towards Jody like a huge hungry lion. She leaned back, away from him, but he kept coming. He placed the strawberry in her mouth, getting Cool Whip on her lips, then he slanted his wide lips over hers and ate the fruit from her mouth. His broad tongue licked most of the Cool Whip from her lips with a single swipe, and while Jody was frozen and trying not to respond to him, I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. When Jake licked her lips again, her thighs squeezed together. When he plunged his big tongue right into her mouth, she moaned softly.

Jake kissed her deeply, moving further over her so that Jody had no choice but to lie down on the carpet. His knee slid between her legs and he pressed it into her groin. Jody whimpered but it was swallowed up by his ravaging mouth. Within moments, Jody’s jaw and neck were working as she kissed him back, her hands haltingly coming to rest on his huge chest, her hips thrusting up and down to hump her crotch against his knee.

He broke the kiss, softly smacking his lips against hers, and when he crawled away, she was flushed with arousal from chest to cheeks and her nipples were tight buds straining beneath her shirt. Jake was similarly aroused. The long lump down the leg of his shorts was gone. Instead, it was up and to the side, fully erect and pointing at his hip. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, and neither could the girls.

His next target was Susan. He dipped a strawberry in chocolate and crawled towards her. Like Jody, she leaned back on her arms, only she was grinning at him, totally unafraid. Jake dropped the strawberry right into her cleavage, but some of the syrup spattered on her right breast. Susan giggled and Jake dove in, burrowing his face between her big boobs to get at the strawberry. When he was done, he raised his head and saw the chocolate syrup on her breast.

“Oops. Sorry about that,” he told her with a grin. “I’ll just clean that up.”

Susan grinned back, but her expression changed to one of surprise when Jake grabbed the side of her tank top and hauled it out of his way. Her breast spilled out into the open and he dipped his head, licking the upper slope of her boob with his big tongue. Susan sighed and pushed her chest towards him. When Jake had licked up every drop, he opened his mouth wide and sucked her big tight nipple right in. Susan threw her head back and groaned.

While he sucked and slurped on her boob, long after all the chocolate was gone, I should add, I was surprised to realize that he hadn’t put his knee between Susan’s legs, yet she was thrusting her pelvis up and down regardless. That’s when I noticed his elbow moving, that his hand was between her legs, that he was rubbing her crotch. I had no idea if he was touching her above or beneath her clothes, but it didn’t matter, because Susan grabbed his head and pulled him up to kiss him, shoving her tongue into his mouth. They kissed for a long while, and at one point, Susan gave several short whimpers and her body shivered. I swear to God, whatever Jake was doing, he’d just made her climax.

Next was me, and to my combined relief and disappointment, he merely asked me a question. “Have you ever had a vaginal climax?”

I blinked at him. “Is there any other kind?”

Carole laughed and poked me in the ribs, making me jump. “It’s when you come without having your clit stimulated, goofy.”

“Oh,” I said quietly. “I-I guess not.”

Jake raised an eyebrow at me. “Hm.”

On Carole’s turn, Jake reached for a strawberry, but stopped when she asked, “Do I get to eat it?” He smiled and nodded. Carole let her gaze fall to his shorts before she gave him a sultry smile. “Then let me choose where I eat it from.”

Jake chuckled and waved his hand at the strawberries. “Be my guest.”

He leaned back against the couch with pillows behind his lower back, so that he was reclining with his long powerful legs stretched out in front of him. Carole didn’t grab a strawberry though. She went onto all fours and pushed the platter over to him, leaving it near his hip. I shared a look with Jody and Susan, all of us wondering what she was up to. With a drunken giggle, Carole crawled over his legs and grabbed the sides of his shorts near his hips.

“Ready?” she asked breathily.

Jake merely smirked and lifted his hips. Carole slowly pulled his shorts down. The tip of his cock appeared first, hugely swollen and flushed an angry red, then inch after inch of monstrously thick shaft appeared. When about half etiler escort of his cock was out in the open, Carole sighed.

“Oh, that’s gorgeous.”

I couldn’t argue with her. I glanced at the other girls. Susan had a good view, the same as mine from on the other side, and her mouth was open in shock. Jody had to shuffle closer to Susan to get a better look, and when she did, her eyes widened.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, getting her first good look at Jake’s mighty weapon.

Carole pulled Jake’s shorts down to his knees, and when his cock was finally fully freed, it slid over from his hip and pointed straight up, the wide tip hovering just beneath his navel. His smooth balls were truly enormous, resting on the floor like a pair of bagged apples. Carole simply gazed at his endowments, slowly shaking her head back and forth.

“Bigger than you’ve ever had?” Jake asked with a grin, spreading his legs wide.

“Oh, yes,” she replied with a breathy chuckle, settling onto her knees between his legs.

Jake raised his arms and laced his fingers together behind his head. “I’m all yours, Carole.”

All of us watched as Carole, without taking her eyes off that hugely hard cock, reached blindly for a strawberry and drenched it in chocolate, fully submerging it and the tips of her fingers. Plucking it out of the syrup, she held it over his big balls and dripped chocolate onto them, then up along his shaft. That’s when it hit me, what she was doing. Carole was going to lick chocolate syrup off of Jake’s balls and cock. But there was a lot of surface area to work with. She had to dunk the strawberry back in the chocolate syrup two more times to drizzle it onto his wide crown.

With Jake’s monstrous throbbing member and hugely swollen balls drizzled in chocolate, Carole slurped the chocolate from the strawberry then dipped it in the Cool Whip. Jake raised an eyebrow as she moved it towards his crown and spread Cool Whip over it. She had to do it twice to fully cover his tip.

“Well, this should be interesting,” Jake said, smiling smugly.

We watched with breathless anticipation. Jody actually got up to sit down on the other side of Susan, to get a better view.

Was Carole really going to do this?

“I’m ready to eat, Jake,” she purred sexily.

Jake reached out to touch her cheek with his fingertips, stroking them down her jaw and over her chin, then across her lips. “Feel free to gorge yourself,” he smiled, putting his hand behind his head again.

Carole chuckled and shook her ass and chest, then she leaned down and stuck out her tongue as far as she could. She pressed her tongue against his balls and licked, drawing chocolate syrup into her mouth and kissing his huge sack.

“Mmm,” she murmured, licking and kissing his balls again.

“Holy shit,” Jody whispered, as though not to break the spell. “She’s doing it.”

Carole nodded, either in reply to Jody or to herself. She licked, sucked and slurped on Jake’s balls until the smooth skin was shiny and clean, and his powerful dick throbbed and twitched with every lick. She pressed her tongue to the top of his balls and licked a few inches up his huge shaft. Jake sighed and let his head loll back and his arms fall to his sides.

Carole didn’t just lick him clean. She made love to his big beautiful dick with her mouth, licking, kissing, sucking and slurping along his fat veiny shaft, the center, one side, then the other side, before proceeding up, up and oh fucking God so far up. The scale was just unreal. Jake’s cock was so big that it seemed impossible that Carole would be able to take him into her mouth. But I knew she could, because I could. His cock had been there, in my mouth, knocking on the entrance to my throat and threatening to push inside. If I could do it, I knew she could.

She took her time cleaning his shaft with her lips and tongue, leaving every long hard inch of him shining with saliva. When she reached the ridge of his crown, she worked her way back down, dragging her chest along the floor and working her way back up to his crown again, and by then, Jake’s tip was leaking substantial amounts of clear glistening fluid into his navel, forming a shimmering pool there. Jake finally lifted his head to watch her. Carole locked her gaze with his, wrapped her hand around the middle of his shaft as best she could — fuck, he was big! — and she pulled his cock up, away from his chiseled abs. When it was sticking straight up, Carole shuffled forward on her knees. Her short tank top had been pushed high up her torso, so that the very lower slopes of her big boobs were exposed.

“Here we go, Jake,” she said softly, leaning over him, opening her mouth wide, wider, stretching her jaw as much as she could.

Jake reached out and gently cupped the back of her head, and it must have blocked Susan’s and Jody’s view, because both of them quickly shuffled further to the side. I didn’t move. I wasn’t sure that I could open my legs anyway. My thighs were squeezed so tightly together halkalı escort in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure inside me. So I just sat there and watched Carole lower her gaping mouth over the Cool Whip coated head of Jake’s cock, her lips clearing his tip without touching, the clean ridge of his crown brushing her lips. Finally, she closed her mouth around him and her cheeks caved in.

“Oh fuck,” Jake groaned, head falling back, hand clenching in Carole’s curly blonde hair.

“Mmm!” she moaned around a mouthful of thick hard dick, pulling her glistening lips up to the very tip of his cock and kissing it before pushing her mouth back down.

She got most of the Cool Whip that first time, but she made sure to clean him thoroughly. Carole slid her wet and widely stretched lips up and down the top two inches of Jake’s thick member, twisting her head as she did so, sucking and slurping noisily.

I glanced at Susan, at Jody, and they looked at me too. It hit us at the same time. Carole was no longer playing the game. She was sucking Jake’s cock, and doing a mighty fine job of it. I felt a twinge of jealously spark through me, because his cock was mine, not hers, but also because she clearly knew how to handle such a monstrous member. She wasn’t timid in the slightest, like I’d been. Carole confidently blew Jake, a real pro, licking and kissing and sucking and slurping his fat fucking rod like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuck!” Jake groaned, snapping me out of my reverie.

Abruptly, he sat up. His chiseled abdomen pressed against the top of Carole’s head. He reached out and grabbed the side of her shorts and pulled. With his cock in her mouth, Carole shuffled on her knees, turning perpendicular to his body so that she was sucking him from the side, but Jake kept pulling.

“Come up here,” he said huskily.

Carole moaned loudly around his huge throbbing member and shuffled further so that her ass was beside his chest. Jake grabbed the top of her shorts with one hand and pulled them right down, baring her naked ass. It took some doing, a little fancy shuffling and leg work, but working together, Jake managed to pull Carole’s shorts clean off of her, throwing them across the room.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, not even when Jake pushed his hand between her thighs and made her spread her legs, then Carole arched her back and pushed her ass towards Jake’s hand, squealing around a mouthful of fat dick. I couldn’t see, neither could Jody or Susan, but we all knew what was happening. Jake was fingering Carole. His arm was pumping back and forth, pushing his fingers in and out of her, and after a few seconds, I could actually hear it, the wet sounds of his digits plunging in and out of her vagina.

“Christ, you’re an amazing cocksucker,” Jake groaned.

Carole moaned appreciatively and flattened her hands on his hips, bobbing her head up and down, twisting it side to side, noisily slurping on his huge cock. I saw Jake staring at her ass, lick his lips, then he was moving her. Carole swung her leg over his broad upper body and Jake grabbed her behind her knee, putting her foot up on the couch cushions. Holding her hips tight, he lifted her lower body with ease. Carole moaned again, realizing what we already had, what he was doing, and she put her other foot up on the couch while she moved her hands to the carpet. She was in a kind of pushup, hovering over Jake’s body with his thick dick in her mouth.

Jake licked his lips again, then he buried his face between her thighs. Carole yanked her mouth off his cock and threw her head back, letting loose a long loud wail. “Oh God!”

Jake growled and shook his head between her legs, his hands clenching hard around her hips. Carole moaned and squealed, dropping her forehead onto his wide shaft as Jake ate her cunny from behind. Apparently, Jake didn’t like the lack of attention. Shuffling down so that he was lying flat on his back on the floor, Jake put Carole’s knees on the floor too, and with his face still buried between her legs, his mouth sucking and slurping noisily, he grabbed Carole’s hair and forced his cock into her mouth. I watched inch after wide inch of his shaft disappear into her mouth. Her eyes went wide and she gagged, and I saw her arms strain, trying to lift off of him.

Suddenly, Carole arched her back and screamed around Jake’s dick. Her hips pumped up and down and she shoved her ass towards Jake, who growled and ate her wildly, big strong hands squeezing her plump ass. Jake began pumping his hips, and soon he was fucking Carole’s mouth. She gagged every time he pushed into her lips, and within moments his exposed shaft was liberally coated with the thick saliva that Carole’s mouth couldn’t contain. Carole screamed again, long and loud, and her eyes rolled back into her head and her lids closed. She was coming, long, loud, and hard.

My insides clenched so powerfully that it hurt, then released and clenched again. My pussy was swollen with arousal. My clit was innovia escort on fire. My hot tunnel ached to be filled. My fingers were…wet? That’s when I realized that my legs were spread and my hand was shoved down into my shorts, two fingers stroking over my clit and soaking wet folds. I was masturbating in front of my best friends while one of them had Jake’s cock in her mouth and his mouth on her pussy.

Holy fuck.

Jake pumped his huge hard cock in and out of Carole’s mouth for a while, when without warning, he yanked her head off of him and pushed her over. She fell onto her back, chest heaving with deep breaths, thighs spread wide, lewdly. Carole pushed one hand down her tummy and cupped her mound while the other squeezed a large breast and tweaked a nipple. Jake pulled his shorts the rest of the way off and threw them clear across the room. He grabbed her upper arms and hauled her up to her knees. Carole was caught by surprise when he slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her deeply, snaking an arm around her lower back to press her body flush to his, trapping his huge saliva-coated cock between their bellies.

Carole simply lifted her chin and surrendered her mouth and body to Jake’s lips, tongue and hands, where they cupped her ass and lifted her off the floor. Carole wrapped her legs around his waist and mashed her chest against him, feasting on his mouth, licking and biting his thick lips and sucking his wide tongue. Jake’s achingly hard cock thrust between her legs and out the other side. He pumped his hips, sawing his shaft against her bare pussy. Shuffling around on his knees, Jake turned to face the couch, then he set Carole down on her knees and turned her to face the couch too.

Flattening a hand on Carole’s upper back, Jake pushed her down, bending her over. His other hand was resting on top of her ass, but he slid it down, turned it sideways, and two of his fingers disappeared between her legs. Carole threw her head back and groaned out loud, but Jake pushed her upper body back down, pressing her chest and side of her face into the cushions. His arm pumped back and forth a few times, pushing his fingers deep. He drew his hand back and his fingers were thickly coated with Carole’s juice. When he pushed his fingers back into her, adding a third, she mewled with delight.

“Your turn, Jody,” Jake rasped.

When she didn’t say anything, I glanced at her. She was staring at Jake, watching his fingers plunge in and out of our friend.

“Ask a question,” he said, changing hands inside of Carole, spreading her juice all around his cock, using her arousal to jerk himself off.

Without taking her eyes off the action, Jody drained her entire glass and asked, “Are you going to fuck her?”

“Yes.”

“Oh God,” Carole mewled, pushing her cunt onto Jake’s hand.

Jake took his fingers out of her and spread more of her thick arousal along his cock, then he pushed her legs apart, shuffled up behind her, and pressed the monstrously huge head of his dick against her slit.

Carole moaned, “Oh God, fuck me.”

With a deep growl, Jake pushed over half of his cock into our friend.

“God!” she screamed, tossing her head back and bowing her spine. Jake pushed her back down and shoved almost the entirety of his cock inside her. Carole whimpered and dropped her head to the couch, “Oh fucking God!”

Pumping his hips, fucking that incredibly big cock of his into Carole once, twice, he said, “Come get your strawberry, Jody.”

Blinking, Jody blindly set down her empty glass on the carpet. It fell over, but she didn’t even notice. She stood up on shaky legs and slowly approached the rutting pair. Jake fucked his huge dick in and out of Carole’s shaking body. She mewled, whimpered, and groaned with every deep thrust. When Jody stopped beside Jake, he messily dunked a strawberry in the chocolate and placed it in his mouth. He turned his upper body to Jody and, still fucking Carole with his huge member, lifted his chin. Jody leaned over him, closing her lips over the strawberry and his mouth.

I couldn’t tell you when she finished eating the strawberry and was just kissing him, her hands on his face and shoulder, but I can tell you with certainty that she was entirely unaware of him pulling her shorts and panties down her legs, at least not until they hit her ankles and she stepped out of them. She was still kissing him when he rubbed his chocolate covered fingers along her glistening pussy, and she jumped at the sensation.

Grabbing her hip, still fucking Carole’s writhing body, who was gripping the cushions tightly and pushing back to meet his powerful thrusts, Jake moved Jody to stand in front of him. She had to spread her legs wide to do it, but it worked perfectly for Jake, because while pumping his dick into Carole, he grabbed Jody’s ass and pulled her pussy into his mouth.

“Fuck!” she hissed, grabbing two fistfuls of Jake’s hair as he licked the chocolate off her cunt.

Jake sucked and slurped between Jody’s legs, kneading her ass with one hand while sliding the other around to her front, pushing it under her shirt. Jody’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened down at Jake, the lump of his hand under her shirt pushing up, covering one of her small breasts, squeezing and caressing. Jody grabbed his hand through her shirt. I thought she was going to pull his hand away, but she pressed it harder into her breast.

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It has been about a year since I had last seen him. He still looked hotter than ever leaning against his car casually smoking a cigarette with one arm crossing his body gripping the other elbow. He was tall with an athletic build and movie star smile. I was standing around the corner where he could not see me and I was guilty of enjoying the view. He looked a little tired from working and in need of a weekend of R I halted in my tracks. It was a feminine voice. I turned toward the call and I see his mother standing there looking at me questioningly.

Lydia, I forced a warm smile and walked toward her. Giving her a warm hug I said that I was happy to see her. She looked at me with soft kind eyes and asks me how I was doing and what brought me to the festival. I didn’t lie; I smiled blushingly and said well you know I had to catch a glimpse of your son. She rolls her eyes and smiles. She knew how I felt about him. But beyond that, I am just enjoying a little break from work.

Oh she says; where are you working now? I look around her and hope to answer and make my exit before he comes back to his food tent. She notices that I am nervous and I state that I was working for a trucking company in the customer service department. It was not ideal, but it was a paycheck. She says oh, shaking her silver head to nod in approval. I guess it’s a job till you find something else right?

Yep I smile, well it’s been nice talking to you Lydia, but I need to go, it was so lovely seeing you again. Give Don my best regards, she agrees that she will and wishes me a great weekend. As I turn on my heel to walk away I feel eyes boring into my back and a loud voice that says why don’t you tell me yourself instead of running off? I stop dead in my tracks, without turning around I whisper under my breath I am afraid too.

I feel someone directly behind me and my heart is pounding out of my chest. I can smell him, he smells like fryers, grills and his sexy ass masculine cologne which I love. I catch my breath and turn toward him to look up into his silver eyes and tight lips. Hello Don I manage to squeak out. He says hello Lori and my eyes see nothing but red velvet for some reason, maybe it’s the deep tone that he used when saying my name. My cheeks are beet red I am sure of it, and I have down cast eyes as I cannot manage to hold his gaze. Um, I stutter, I am on a small vacay so I decided to drop by the festival. The conversation felt like word vomit in my mouth. I didn’t need to tell him everything.

Oh that’s nice he states matter of fact. The last time I spoke to him was an email telling him that I loved him, but I didn’t want to talk to or text him anymore. I just could not handle the chaos he brings to my life. I said, well good to see you Don, I guess I will catch you around, hope you guys do really well. I looked up, forced a smile and turned to walk away. Okay, he says good to see you Lori.

He broke me just by being near me. I felt the tears welling up as I walked toward a group of friends I was hanging out with. When I reach them Jenny says, he is still watching you. I can’t I say choked up as the tears start to roll. Jenny throws her arms around me and hugs me as she walks me out of the festival. Fuck I say, I need a drink. Tom and David make a suggestion of heading to the pizza bar. Sounds great I smile while blowing my nose on a cheap napkin one of the guys offered me from a stand he stole it from. Friends are great for not making a bad situation any worse. Teresa starts the truck as we all pile in. They were going on to the next town for the night and I was staying at the little motel I loved in the village. It was convenient that the pizza bar was in the village. When we got there, I was excited and forgot about Don as we enter the dimly lit room.

Two large supreme pizzas, and bring us a pitcher of beer and 5 glasses David rattles off to the waitress who seated us. David was pretty vocal when he was hungry. After we were seated I watched the flames dance in the fire place across the room and Jenny and Teresa were laughing and making jokes with the guys. My mind drifted back to the festival and those silver eyes that bore into my soul. Lori? My name being called ripped me out of my stupid thoughts. I look up at Teresa giggling at me. Let him go, Tom scolded.

Okay whatever you say, what were we talking about? Dinner went off without a hitch, David was the designated driver so he limited the amount that he drank and everyone else got sloshed. I was careful with the amount I swigged, I was a light weight and I did not want to overdo it and potentially be puking or wake up with a massive headache. It was getting late; we had spent a couple of hours laughing, eating, and roasting each other. But dammit if my mind didn’t wander back to that silver eyed man who was very much available right this minute.

I was ready to go back to my room and beylikdüzü escort crash for the night. Okay guys, do you mind taking my back to my room? Awe… A unanimous response left me feeling guilty to be a party pooper but I really just wanted to crawl into my bed and forget the day. It really was my entire fault taking a peek at the forbidden. My friends dropped me off at my room and waited till I had safely opened the door and waved goodbye.

When the truck backed up and left me in front of my door, a pair of eyes was watching me from across the parking lot. There he was sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette under the porch light in front of his room. I raised my hand and waved a small wave and turned my back on him swinging the door open to my room. I turned to look at the door to where he was previously at. The chair was empty and the room light was on. I breathed a sigh of relief. As I closed the door to my room and turned on the light I surveyed the little room and decided to take a shower to wash the smoky restaurant stink off my body.

I stripped off my clothes and headed for the shower. The warm water cascading over me made me feel half way refreshed. I finished washing and reached for a towel. I hated motel towels; they were always too small and scratchy as far as I was concerned. I like the 5 star hotels with fluffy robes, slippers and luxury towels. I had only been able to stay in a place like that once or twice. It truly was a luxury when I was out of town.

Leaving the bathroom and shutting off the light, I walked over in front of the mirror and brushed my teeth. The cabinet was a little short and I had to lean over to spit in the sink. I examined the bags under my eyes and came to the conclusion that I was no longer a young woman. That did not detour me from doing yoga, I knew that I still needed a little something to keep me vivacious and fuckable.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a slight movement in my room. I freaked out and whipped around. Don was sitting in a chair at the 70’s style table sitting back with one leg crossed over the other in the typical male fashion. What the hell I scolded! You are playing peekaboo he grinned pointing to where my towel had slipped and one tit was hanging out. I turned back toward the mirror and re-adjusted my towel. That was stupid; I just flashed him the view of my entire body when I opened the towel.

Okay Don, how the hell did you get into my room I growled? Well. He laughed, you left the damn door unlocked you dumbass. Fuck, I scolded myself. But I am glad you did he smirked, I was not looking for strip tease but you didn’t disappoint. Whatever, Don, what are you doing here? I was about to ask you the same thing he said dead serious. Well I told you that I was on vacay and I decided to come up here with some friends.

Ah your friends he smirked, where are they tonight? For your information Mr. Smarty pants, they are staying in Baker City for the night. They wanted to see the old historic hotel and agreed to let me stay here as I don’t want to run around town, I want to work on my book and I motioned to the laptop lying on my bed. He gaze slipped from my face to where I pointed for a second and then right back there again.

He got up out of the chair and came toward me. I backed up next to the sink cabinet which didn’t help the small bath towel hide my curvy body. The towel split in the front exposing the top of my thigh. Why don’t you just take the towel off and put on a nightgown, I think I have pretty much seen all there is to see. Gee thanks I blushed. I pushed past him to the bag on the bed that I had not emptied yet and grabbed a nighty out of there.

Ah shit, I had brought bed clothes that made me feel sexy since I was going to be by myself instead of Walmart frocks to cover up my body. Turn around I said as I went to put the negligee on. Why, he grinned, so I can watch you in the mirror? I already told you I seen it all. Fine asshole, I grimaced keep your hands to yourself. I sucked in my breath to gain some courage. I dropped the towel and yanked the negligee over my head but it wouldn’t go.

Damn it, I still had my hair in a towel. Here let me help you he said standing behind me. I reached up to pull the negligee off and he removed the towel from my hair in one swift movement. I was not expecting him to do that and I caught me by surprise. I whipped around with my wet hair falling on my shoulders and the negligee pulled close to my body only covering up my breasts like an idiot.

His eyes traveled all over my body which had drastically improved since the last time that he had seen me. I tried to rearrange the negligee around as fast as I could to cover myself up. Stop, he said huskily. Let me look at you for a minute. No I snarled. You never wanted to before, why would you want to now? beyoğlu escort Who ever said that I didn’t want to look at your naked body? Whatever I said a little pissed and continued to work the fabric to find the right way up.

He snatched the negligee from my hand and tossed it aside. I was completely exposed to him and I was ashamed, I tried to cover my breasts with an arm and my crotch with my other hand. Lori, he said looking into my eyes. What, I said shivering and looking at the floor. You left me with an email that said you loved me and that was the end of it. I admit I had my problems, but you know that I love you too, no matter what happens. You might have “loved” me Don, but as you stated it was in a platonic friendly family way and nothing more.

I lied he said in a soft tone. With one finger he lifted my chin so our eyes met and he looked from one eye to the other in search of some emotion, something to betray my feelings for him. I felt ugly without my makeup and hair done. I felt naked and vulnerable with his other hand he touched my shoulder and trailed down my arm with his fingertips brushing the side of my breast.

So soft he murmured. Goose bumps rose up on my skin. His eyes followed his hands. What the fuck am I doing he scolded himself as he turned loose of me. You probably have someone else don’t you? Are you still married? No Don, I am no longer married. It was over like I told you. And there has never been anyone else in my heart after Teddy and I called it quits but you. He stared into my eyes again and said its time. What’s time I asked looking confused?

This, he said as he brought me into his arms and brought his mouth down on mine. Soft at first and then more needy and his hot tongue parted my lips and his kiss became more urgent. My arms pulled away from my body and wrapped around his familiar frame. My nails dug into his side through his shirt and his hands were all over my body and then down to my buttocks pulling me closer to his hips grinding into me.

Well this is a new development I said when his lips left mine for an instant. I want you he said huskily making me fall back onto the bed as he swept my bag to the floor. I hear the crash and the spillage of the contents all over the floor. Don, I whined, I’ll pick it up later he breathed into my neck as the kisses continued. He clothes were rubbing my body to a heightened state where it was becoming painful as he slid up and down my frame almost dry humping me while his mouth was all over my skin.

I grabbed his shirt and yanked it free from his jeans and over his head one arm at a time. His warm skin touched mine and my body became enflamed with desire. I reached down and grabbed the silver buckle on his belt and opened it and then the top button and then I slid his zipper down. He groaned as I reached inside his pants to feel his shaft and find the tip of his cock that was down inside the leg of his pants. He maneuvered his body up for easier access and I slid his pants and boxers down to unsheathe a much larger cock than I had ever had the pleasure of playing with in all its glory. It has been a while since the last time I had sex with my ex-husband Teddy as more of a parting gift six months ago.

Like what you see he said huskily as he pushed forward in my hand and rubbed it on the inside of my thigh. He got off the bed and finished kicking his clothes off. You can’t have me unless this is real; I will not be a one night stand young lady. I was shocked the words came out of him mouth. Don, I have always wanted you and I want you for the rest of my life. He smiled; you spin me right round like a record baby. He was naked when he crawled back on the bed and up between my thighs. I held my arms open and welcomed him down on top of me.

At first when he inserted his cock into me, he left it sit there for a minute while he ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my lips and chin. I could not control myself and I started to move beneath him. The thrusting started off slow and gentle and then the passion started to soar. His breathing increased and he said “I have wanted this for so long”. I know I panted as his thrusting started to pound the hell out of me. My body was racked with pent up desire for this man and I wanted him in me for so long that every thrust was like a caress to my soul.

Oh fuck I whined I am going to cum. Oh shit he’s not wearing a condom I groaned inwardly which only added to the intensity. And there it was his muscled started to bunch up in his hips and he started cuming in me. His eyes were tightly closed, his mouth was open and his breath was now a deep guttural groan. I could feel each hot spurt inside me as it itched and burned its way to home base. His mouth came down on mine and our pants became unison for a moment and my mound was becoming rock hard. He bizimkent escort was over stimulating me and was not stopping even though I begged him to while shock waves washed over my body like an electrical storm.

When he was finished, he lay on top of my body that was still jerking from the supreme fucking I just received. Well, this is definitely not the way I had planned my weekend I grinned in bliss. He picked his head up and kissed me again before pulling out and rolling onto his side. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his body. This is what I had planned for you long before now but the timing wasn’t right he said. Ya know what he grinned looking at me with that sexy little boy smile; I have wanted you since the first day I gave you a hug at the board meeting. I have denied every woman because I wanted you. I knew I could not have a married woman, but I told you that I have a way of making people do what I want them to. You just took a little longer than I expected he laughed.

I raised my left eyebrow and spilled the beans; I did come up here on purpose hoping you were here I admitted. I did not expect this to happen but I am glad that it did. He lowered his mouth to mine and we kissed for a while longer and finally made it under the covers. I asked about an alarm but it was already asleep with his head on my breasts. The lamp beside the bed was in reach so I turned it on and I looked at the door and noticed that he had locked it already.I went to sleep contented and a little sore.

A pounding on my door at 8am in the morning woke me up and I jumped. This stirred Don and he opened one eye and exclaimed oh shit groggily. I grabbed a robe from my bag and peered out the peep hole of the door. It was Steven, the stupid little bastard that was Don’s side kick. I tightened the robe and cracked the door. What the hell do you want you troll!? Nice to see you too Lori, he sneered back. Is Don here? Go away you two faced little ass. Steven murmured, if you see him, tell him that we open in an hour and his momma is not going to be happy if he doesn’t show up.

Oh great I thought, his mom is going to know that I am a slut. Don stirred on the bed and I went over to him and rubbed my hand down his smooth back and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He smiled and lifted his head off the mattress. Come here he said rolling onto his side and opening his arms to me. I came forward and he stopped me by putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing the robe down. When my breasts were exposed he grinned devilishly and said perfect and then started sucking my nipples. One and then the other, my head leaned back in ecstasy.

What time is it he murmured coming back up for air, 8 am sweetheart? Oh shit he said and bailed out of bed with an obvious hard on. I guess I will need to make this a quickie he said as he pushed me back on the bad and picked up my knees and pushed between my thighs taking my breath away. I lay on my back taking him in again and again. Oh fuck he had me cuming already and from the look on his face we were cuming at the same time. On his last thrust he slid out of me and pulled me to my feet and dragged me into the bathroom.

Tossing the robe to the floor he turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. He kissed me long and deep and then stepped into the shower taking me with him. He soaped us both up faster than that I could have imagined and we were clean in short order and back in the bedroom. I fished for clean clothes to wear and he put last night’s clothes back on, he could not be seen streaking across the parking lot. What a scandal that would have been. More than the one that he created by leaving my room.

Lori, come with me he said holding his hand open. I grinned; I want to, I want to follow you anywhere. I have told you that before, however I just can’t dump my friends… He came back up to me and lowered his mouth to mine in a deep claiming kiss and I wrapped my arms around his body. I loved his body, it fit so well with mine, and he made me feel that is where I belonged. Okay, Don, I need to call my friends and let them know what is going on. I didn’t want to leave his side even if that meant working the food booth the rest of the weekend with him.

I phone Teresa and let her know what had happened. She laughed till she almost peed herself. Well that’s okay, Lori. Tom and I are making a slow start this morning too, but we will check in on you on our way out. Love ya girl she giggled. I made my way to the food tent where Steven and Lydia were busy doing morning prep. Don came up behind me and slapped my ass. I jumped and the two turned to look at me. Lydia looked from Don to me and then shook her head. Steven was really pissed and I just didn’t give a shit about the little troll anyhow.

I shrugged when I looked at Lydia his mother. She said well, Don gets his way one way or another, always has. Don came up behind me and put his arms around my waist and said Mom, meet your soon to be daughter in law. I figured as much she said shaking her head with a grin on her face. I love your son and I always will I stated. Yeah, she said I kind figured that. It was pretty evident with the spats you guys have had over the years. It was just a matter of time.

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This is the twenty-fifth in a series of stories about a scientist named Edward Vitello who has in his possession a very, very powerful love potion developed in a secret government sponsored research project that, to his dismay, was cancelled. He is determined to continue the research by doing human trials on a wide variety of selected women.

The chemical is called SX69. It is an extract of Bonobo monkey DNA combined with a molecularly altered Oxytocin from the common shrew. Bonobo monkeys use constant sex as a social bonding tool and female shrew’s mate for life after one whiff of a male’s unique Oxytocin. The potion works exactly on human females as it had with animals in the lab.

Do read the previous installments which chronicle the use of SX69 from the first subject, a sweet young librarian name Sarah, who is still a happy member of Professor Vitello’s harem of women in England. He also has a harem in Cambridge of brilliant women of science led by a world-renowned scientist named, Janette Frohlich, PhD. They love their life after being dosed with SX69 and are doing advanced research on it to make it available to other women.

There are many erotic twists and surprising turns along the way in the previous twenty-four installments. These include bringing a young man named Keith MacLean as a test subject to form his own harem of SX69 dosed women. Professor Vitello is his mentor and financier.

In this chapter, Dr. Frohlich and her team of female scientists have reformulated SX69 into a short-term libido enhancer for women, what the public calls, ‘Viagra for Women.’ The market for this drug would be enormous and the benefits to womankind are immense.

Edward and his protégé Keith are having the sex lives of sultans but always keeps in mind that they are conducting a serious human drug trial for the SX69 potion and any derivatives of it. Edward’s motto is, “I have much work ahead of me combining science and pleasure.”

The Search for “Viagra for Women”

My Name is Dr. Janette Frohlich. I am the lead scientist on project to design a short-term libido enhancer for women derived from powerful SX69 drug. We are now at the stage of testing this drug on women in the presence of a male surrogate. How will their sexual instincts be enhanced and how will they act out stronger sexual impulses with the male surrogate? What are any side effects?

The drug has been in a beta trial for dosage levels and safety for the last five months. This was done on female university student volunteers in a controlled laboratory setting. We started with extremely small dosages and raised them gradually. We check the subject’s physical arousal levels such as skin sensitivity and vaginal moisture generation. We also monitored their erotic thought processes. Members of our team would ask questions of the subject at ten-minute intervals. When we went above the optimal dosage there were some incidents where the female test subjects would masturbate vigorously with any handy object or with their fingers if no suitable object was available. No injuries were reported. When we were confident that we had found the proper dosage levels, the Phase I trial was complete and we are now in Phase II.

Of course, we could not test the drug on unsuspecting women. This is the #MeToo age and besides, it is simply not ethical. The team went to great lengths to assemble a list of women who volunteered to be test subjects. An advertisement in a high-end woman’s magazine had garnered hundreds of replies. It seems that many women are disappointed in their current sex lives and strive for change.

The list was distilled down to thirty names. Woman of various ages from twenty to forty were chosen from all walks of life. They were single and married, working and stay at home. Different religions and races were included. The ladies had to have at least a high school diploma, and many were university graduates. The participants were given a thorough health and fitness checkup. This was a great sample group.

The participants all signed a waiver agreeing to the experiment. They were told a male sexual surrogate would be present after they were given a libido enhancing drug. Any sexual activity would be strictly voluntary on their part. They filled out a sex history and added their goals for the future.

Specifics of test area: Sitting room with table and two chairs, large sofa and music system. Non-alcoholic beverages in a bar fridge. Door to bedroom with bed. Two-way mirror on entire wall for researchers to monitor the subjects. Four video cameras with audio to record everything.

Subject

. Ms. W.

Age: 38 Height 5′ 8″ Weight 131.0 Lb. Measurements 38C-27-37 Divorced for seven years.

Profession: VP Finance, large public corporation.

Fitness: Twice a week in gym with trainer. Golf, once a week with no cart.

Sexual History:

Had first boyfriend as freshman in university. Casual relationship with minimal sex. Academic studies were focus. Relationship ended büyükçekmece escort as both parties went back to their hometowns, far distance apart. Occasional alcohol assisted sexual affairs but nothing of a relationship until meeting husband at workplace. Divorced after two years. Husband complained of her workaholic habits. First six months of marriage experienced passionate sex but then a decline to very little. Since divorce seven years ago, sexual contact very infrequent one-night stands. One lesbian experience was not fulfilling. Hired male escorts three times while on various business trips, unfulfilling each time.

Current Sexual activity: Has not had sex for three years. Blames high stress job. Never masturbates.

Her objective for participating: Career goals have been reached and work-life balance is now possible and desired. Best friend in college recently died of breast cancer. Realizes that she is alone with no relationship or children. Wants to change that. Libido is dormant. Hopes treatment will kick-start her sex life.

The Session Notes of Dr. J. Frohlich:

From my and my team’s observation posts in our lab next to the test room we will record our observations. Subject

will be a tough test since her sex drive is very dormant. It was decided that Keith MacLean would be the male surrogate rather than Dr. Vitello. He is younger and likely more desirable as a sexual partner for a female like Ms. W.

The subject is led into the room by Melissa Stewart PhD., a research team member. The room has soft lighting but excellent visibility for our scientific observations. Hidden cameras record everything. Soft music is playing.

Dr. Stewart: “Ms. W., let me go over the procedures. After I leave, the male surrogate will come in and introduce himself. Remember that you have complete freedom to refrain from any intimate activity with him. Simply proceed at your personal comfort level.

If, after meeting him, you wish to proceed, he will give you a sealed envelope in which there is gauze pad with the drug agent. Open the envelope and inhale fully the active ingredient. You should feel the effects almost immediately. Don’t worry. It is very pleasurable and will dissipate in a few hours. From then on, proceed as you wish. After an interval of one to three hours, you will begin to feel sleepy. After you awake, the effects of the drug will be gone. Is that clear? Good.

I’ll leave you now. The male surrogate will be in shortly.”

Keith MacLean Observes the subject from behind the two-way glass.

Ms. W. is an attractive woman. From her profile I read she is a successful executive. She dresses the part with a pinstripe grey pantsuit and blouse with low heel brown leather, Oxford laced business shoes. One would expect a woman to wear more casual clothes to the session, but I expect Ms. W. only has business-wear or formal dresses.

True to her non-nonsense look, she has short auburn hair and stylish eyeglasses. I hope the new SX69 formula can melt some of the ice that is evident. Ms. W. is exactly the market we would target for a ‘Viagra for Women.’ It will be interesting to see how the drug will perform.

Here she comes toward the mirrored wall on her side opposite me. She’s adjusting her hair including the short bangs above her very intense and beautiful blue eyes clearly visible through her glasses. Her skin is powdered and perfect. Quite the full, powerful, attractive executive package.

Best to give her a few minutes to relax and then go over to meet the lady. I’ll just go with her flow. If she wants gentle, I’ll be sweet. If she wants strong, I’ll be masculine like with my harem women. The drug trial is about the SX69 derivative boosting her libido not mine.

The experience of Ms. W.

It’s hard to believe I’m here but I’m willing to try anything to get my sexuality back. I haven’t had pleasurable sex in almost forever. My pussy is dead. My desire is gone. This is hopefully a wakeup call.

Dammit, I should have left that business meeting early and gone home and changed out of my business clothes. But that’s my bloody life work, work. work.

I hope this isn’t a waste of my time. The man they send in better be good looking and masculine or I’ll just leave. A brute doesn’t turn me on, but a man should have air of strength. The male escorts I hired a few years ago were too effeminate. I’m sure they serviced men more than women. I find most men too weak for a strong woman like me.

Shit, I just remembered I wanted to shave my pubes. Christ, that bush of mine has been growing for years. Oh well, too late now.

A young, good looking man, mid-twenties, enters the room. I offer him my hand. He has a firm handshake. That’s a good start.

“Good afternoon sir. My name is Christina and yours?”

“I’m Keith. Very happy to meet you.” His hand is warm and soft. This is the hand of a professional not a physical laborer.

I can see he’s fatih escort a confident, relaxed individual. I sense he has a good brain behind those eyes. This could be an interesting afternoon.

He says, “If you are happy with your initial impression of me, why don’t we sit down and chat.”

I say, “Fine with me.” He comes over to pull out the chair in an old-fashion gentlemanly way. “No Keith, that’s okay. I can handle my own chair, thank you very much.” As soon as the words leave my lips, I cringe inwardly at how stiff that sounds. I must try to lighten up. This isn’t the office.

He says, “The session moderator likely gave you the information as to how we proceed. If you wish, I can repeat it.”

“No, I’m up to speed. Let’s do it.”

“Okay, here’s the envelope. Open it and inhale deeply.”

I can see a white gauze in the envelope. I put my nose inside almost touching it and inhale as much as I can. I want this to work. It has a slight minty odor. I hold it in my lungs as long as I can. I take a second whiff, just to be sure. I close my eyes and sit back in the chair with my hands together in my lap.

The air immediately seems fresher, more oxygen filled. Whew, the palms of my hands are suddenly so much more sensitive. I feel the soft fabric of my pants over my thighs. It’s electric on my palms and my thighs buzz with feeling. Oh, sweet Mary, a surge of pleasant feeling just ran down my spine to my bum. Oh yes, that’s so sweet. I straighten my back and my chest lifts, and I can feel my nipples graze the inside of my bra. This is beyond incredible. My body is coming alive.

A male sexy voice slides into my brain in slow motion, “How are you feeling, Christina?”

I open my eyes and all I see is a handsome face with a wickedly, sexy smile and bedroom eyes gazing at me. His skin seems to glow. My brain absorbs his question in slow motion. I obey and check out how my body is feeling. I can feel a huge smile break out on my face as my body answers with a wave of pure pleasure from my toes to my scalp.

I answer, “I feel great. This is marvelous. Thank you so much for asking.”

The ice around my heart seems to melt in a warm glow of friendliness. I feel my mouth is in an unfamiliar but so nice feeling broad smile.

My body is suddenly so sexy. Let me smooth my hair to look good for this gorgeous man. Aha, he looks down at my chest. I hope he likes what he sees. I’ll lift my breasts up for a better presentation. He smiles when I do that. It makes me feel good that he’s pleased. I want him to be attracted to me. I feel like I’m the flower. Please desire me.

His shirt is so tight against his chest. I can see his well-developed pecs though the thin cloth. There is the outline of his nipples. I wonder if he has hair on his chest or just around his nipples. If it pleases him, I’ll lick and suck on his nipples. Fuck, where did that thought come from? Oh god, I just licked my lips and my lipstick tastes so nice. My taste buds are so intense.

He’s got his hands on the table between us. They seem to be pulling me to touch them. They are like a big magnet, a very big magnet.

“Is it okay if I hold your hands?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

I feel so grateful, “Thanks so much. You are so kind.”

The bitchy demanding me has peeled away like an unwanted layer of old skin and a fresh, vibrant, nurturing feminine one that wants to please has joyously filled me.

When my palms touch the backs of his hands, they have what I can only say is a mini-orgasm of sensation. My throat groans at the pleasure of the touch skin-on-skin. I lift his hand to my lips a kiss his palm. It tastes of salt with a wonderful masculine scent. I kiss it hoping that he sees this is me offering myself to his masculinity. If I’m feminine enough, he will want me. I want to be wanted. I need it.

His voice, like music to my ears, says, “Would you like to sit on the sofa. It’s more comfortable there.”

“Whatever you say Keith, of course.”

I hold his hand tightly as we walk over. He is tall, muscular and walks like an athlete. I’m totally smitten. I feel so girlish beside him. Stopping, I snuggle against his body and kiss him under his ear in surrender. He wraps his strong arms around me. I reach up to the back of his head and bring my lips to his. Our bodies touching is crazy making as our tongues swirl in a deep French kiss. I just want to do anything for this incredible man.

I plead into his ear, “How can I please you? What can I do?”

He hesitates and then says firmly, “Why don’t you help me off with my clothes?”

I don’t hesitate. Quickly the buttons of his shirt are undone, the shirt tossed aside, and I kiss his beautiful muscular chest. I hug his body with my cheek against his muscular chest. Then down on my knees, the belt opens, the zipper down and together the underwear and pants are gone. I nestle my lips under his erect penis and kiss his ball-sack in adoration. esenyurt escort It feels so good to be on my knees with the manly smell of his sex filling my nostrils.

I look up at his handsome face and ask, “What can I do for you, my love?” I’m joyfully his and I know he knows it.

He takes my hand and helps me up.

“You can do something for me. Just come over to the table here and lean down and put your elbows on it. Yes, just like that. I’m just going to undo the zipper of your pants and open your waistband back here. Okay, there we go. I’m going to pull your pants down. You don’t mind do you.”

My pussy is on fire and my clothes feel so restrictive. I put my chest and cheek onto the tabletop. “No, of course, please pull them down. Whatever you want is good.”

“Ah, that’s what I thought. Let me get right behind you and strip those pants down to your knees. There we go. Very nice bum, Christina. I’ve become quite an ass-man. Yours is very nice. Hmmm. Feels very firm. Ah, very nice panties. My, what a big wet spot. I think you’re getting horny. Why don’t I pull them down too? Wow, what a nice hairy pussy we have back here. I love a natural pussy. Let me feel it. That’s okay Christina, moan and groan as loud as you want. It’s all good. That’s right twerk your hips with my three fingers up your vagina. Looks like you enjoy that. That is so fucking horny, I just have to put my cock into that hot pussy.”

His dirty talk is making me so horny. “Yes, do me. please, please do me.” Oh, sweet joy, he does desire me.

I can feel him grip my waist just above my hips and move into place to mount me. My whole being, wants and desperately needs this. The tip of his manhood expertly finds the opening to my vagina and I scream in ecstasy as he fills me, driving his weapon into my center. My body shakes as he humps me over and over. I reach back to hold his ass as he fucks me with youthful vigor. In no time my pussy explodes in huge orgasm. It reverberates through my body and rocks my brain. He stops. We are both panting with him balls deep in me. I don’t think he came. Sweet mercy is there more pleasure ahead? I might die.

He says with a swagger, “My god, you have a great tight pussy. I love it. Yes, a very fine pussy. Let me just languish deep inside and enjoy it.”

I’m content to have his member lodged inside. I feel him push up my blouse and undo my bra. Oh, my goodness he’s reaching under to cup my breast. That feels so wonderful. My nipples are diamond hard. I feel like such a tart with my breasts hanging down lewdly. I love being used like a slut.”

“Nice tits, Christina. Nice firm womanly tits.”

He gropes and massages both breasts with experienced hands. When he tweaks my nipples, I squeal in pleasure. My senses are so alive.

He backs out and his penis gives a plopping sound as it exits my pussy. I stand up awkwardly with my pants and panties around my knees. He smiles at my discomposure.

“Why don’t you get undressed and we’ll go into the bedroom for some more randy fucking. That is unless you want to finish the session now?”

“No way Keith, I’m still very game. I’ll just strip off. You lead the way.”

I hold his hand tight trotting behind him while admiring his tight, naked ass. My brain is lit up in a happy place as I anticipate more wonderful touching ahead through that door and into the bedroom.

I see the bed and say, “Wait, let me get the bed ready.” In a maternal, nurturing manner, I carefully pull down the comforter on the bed, exposing the white sheet below. Where this nesting behavior is coming from is a mystery to me, but it makes me feel so good. “There we go. That’s better.” I lay down on my back and hold my hands up to Keith in a welcoming way. Standing there, looking down, he scans my naked body from head to toe. My body and mind open like a flower. Please desire me. Please touch me and make me whole. I need a man’s energy. Oh, sweet joy, his penis is filling and rising. He likes me.

He kneels on the bed beside my head and says, “Suck my cock Christine.”

I haven’t done oral since university, but his manhood calls me. I’m his and I’ll do anything he desires. I rise on one elbow and gobble the head into my mouth. The musky, manly smell of his crotch is like an aphrodisiac, I love it.

“Very good, Christine. Bob your head just like that. Very good. Mmmmmm. Now lick my balls. Yes, very good. Make them nice and wet. Sweet. Spread your legs. I want you to show me the pussy I’m going to fuck. Ahh, yes. There it is that nice tight pussy.”

He moves on his knees to between mine, eating me with his eyes as he goes. The anticipation of him mounting me builds as he puts his strong hands under, high on my thighs near my ass. He lifts so my feet are up by his shoulders and my pussy is a perfect height for his magnificent cock to split. Sweet mercy, my heart leaps as he notches the head to my love opening.

I plead, “Yes, baby. Fuck me good.”

A shit-ass grin breaks out on his handsome face as he falls forward on me and his weapon plunges deep into my center. A tsunami of intense feeling washes over me and scrubs my brain of logical thought. With fingers spread wide, I hold his tight butt as it flexes with every thrust into my ecstatic vagina. Animal instincts are my only driver as I hear my loud moans and pleadings bounce off the walls.

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