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Perhaps one of the things I look forward to most as an adult calling out of work sick and taking the day to relax. Especially so when you have someone fun to spend the day with. That was exactly what I planned on doing today. I had arrived early like I usually do and about 45 minutes later I heard the knock on the door that I had been waiting for all morning. I rushed over and opened the door to let you in. Seeing you never gets old and neither does touching your body. We exchanged greetings and talked about our day a little bit as we walked over to the couch in my small cottage.

As we sat down we talked a bit more about our lives and what has been going on. When I sat on the couch I made sure I was rather close to you so I could rest my hand on your leg. Lately the mere act of touching you had been enough to start my juices flowing. Who could blame me, you have some incredible legs. We talked about our lives and work and everything in between. I used whatever chance I could to move my hand further and further up your leg. You noticed but I think you were enjoying the attention as well.

Then the conversation turned to last time we met up and you mentioned how much you liked the massage I gave you. I told you I will take any chance I can get to put my hands on you. Just like that you got up, looked at me and without a word sat back down on the floor between my legs. Back pointed towards me. I immediately reached down and began to work my fingers into your tight and firm neck. Kneading them over and over. I loved the feeling of having your body in my hands. This went on for a while and after that I ran my fingers through your hair and massaged your scalp. Then back down to your shoulders, really grinding my thumbs into your muscles. I could tell you were enjoying yourself and the attention.

By this time my gaziantep escort pants were beginning to bulge a bit. My mind had turned from thoughts of massage to thoughts of fucking you. I suspect the same had crossed your mind because you took it upon yourself to turn around and sit there on your knees looking me in the eyes. You didn’t say a word but you reached up and undid my belt, then the button of my jeans and finally pulled down the zipper. Your hand pressed against my cock which was still covered by my underwear. Finally, you reached up and pulled down the elastic band down over my balls. My cock sprang free, jumping into the air. But that didn’t last long, you quickly corralled it with your hand and brought it to your soft lips. Slowly those lips parted and you sucked the head inside. I lay my head back and closed my eyes and concentrated on following your tongue as it delicately traced circles around the head of my cock. Your hand fell to the base of my shaft and gently cradled my balls. Slowly you teased me as you took more and more of my cock into your mouth. Your tongue pressed firmly into my shaft and moved up and down.

It was then I reached behind your head, almost involuntarily, and pulled you deeper over me. You took as much as you could and held it there. Then slowly you pulled back to the tip and I pulled you back down again. After that I kept my hand behind your head but let you do the moving. You bobbed up and down for what seemed a good 5 minutes. My cock was solid stone.

When you were done you stood up and started to wiggle out of your jeans, pulling your underwear down at the same time. You stopped with them around your knees and then turned around to your ass was right in front of me. My left hand reached up to your hips and my right hand gave your ass a very firm slap. Reaching around you grabbed my cock and pointed it towards the ceiling. Then you began to sit down, carefully positioning it between your pussy lips. As usual you were soaking wet from what we had done so far. When the head of my dick was between your lips I pulled downward on waist and guided you down. My cock slid inside you with ease. At first you just sat there. My hands were still on your hips and I was enjoying your warm pussy which was enveloping my penis.

My hands ran from your hips further up your body. I pulled your shirt up in the back and undid the clasp of your bra. Oddly there was something strangely erotic about fucking you with our clothes still half on. With your shirt still on you couldn’t take your bra off but it was loose enough that my hands found their way up underneath to caress your breasts and pinch your firm nipples. Your pussy felt amazing as you started to bounce ever so slightly up and down. When your nipples had their fun I ran my hands down your body to your legs. I forced them open a bit more and my hand slid down to your warm wet vagina. My fingers found your clit and I rhythmically stroked it back and forth. You pulled your hair to one side and my mouth made its way to the back of your neck to plant warm kisses on it. With one hand on your clit my other hand wrapped around your stomach and helped force you onto my cock with every bounce. My hand firmly planted on your clit I could feel your pussy lips spread apart, surrounding my cock. Perhaps my only regret about our position was that I couldn’t watch my penis spreading your beautiful pussy in two.

For what the position lacked in visual excitement it made up in physical contact. My hands were all over your body. For a while I held you by the hips and directed every thrust and push. Your ass bounced up and down as my hips met every motion. My left hand reached back down to your clit and rubbed it with each thrust. I could feel your pussy squeezing around my cock. My right hand meandered its way under your shirt, past your breasts to your neck. Slowly and gently at first but then with increasing pressure I wrapped my fingers around your neck and applied pressure bit by bit. The harder I fucked and thrust into you the more I tightened my grip around your neck. My arms were wrapped around you and I was in complete control of everything. Every thrust, every movement. I pulled you further and further down onto my dick.

I could tell by your gasps you were close to cumming. I quickened my pace and continued to rub your clit while I pounded into you from below. I could hear you begin to cum as much as I could feel the guttural sound you were making in your throat. You stopped bouncing to enjoy the wave of pleasure washing over you but I kept right on going. I stopped massaging your clit and felt the warm sensation of the extra wetness you released. The sights, the smell, the sound… they were all too much for me. I took my hand off your neck and cupped your breast and forced my penis into your body as deeply as I could. I pulled you down, impaling you on my shaft as I delivered the contents of my balls into your willing pussy. Shot after warm gooey shot landed inside you until I was empty and you were full.

We sat there, satisfied with the moment for a little bit. We caught our breath and gathered ourselves. Finally, you stood up and turned around then straddled me again. Your vagina pressed against my semi rigid cock and you laid against my chest. The smell of your hair against my face and the softness of your skin made me a very happy man. After a few minutes I could feel my cum slowly dripping from your pussy and down my shaft. Plenty more of that to fill you with for later I thought to myself as we drifted off for a nice little nap…

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We had planned to have a weekend getaway at a nice bed and breakfast. I told you this was going to be a special weekend, and that I’d be by around 4:00 to get you. We have talked about many sexual fantasies, and you wonder if I have any of them planned to come true. I arrived and we went into your place. I hand you a small box.

“What’s this?” you ask.

“Open it and see”, I reply.

Inside is a small necklace with a small plain tag that merely says “Slave” on it. “By wearing that,” I explain, “you agree that you are mine this weekend. Completely of your own free will, you will do as I say when I say, and how I say. And…”

Before I finish, you slip the necklace over your head and smile.

“Alright then. Well, let’s get a good look at my little sex slave then.” I sit in a big comfy chair. “Stand in front of me, and strip off your clothes.”

You saunter over and pull your top over your head. Your firm breasts stand out, and your nipples are erect. You shimmy out of your jeans, turning around so I can get a good look at your shapely ass. You wiggle your hips seductively. All the while, I am looking over your body, examining it, to see if it meets with my approval. When you are finally naked, you kneel in front of me, your hand goes to my groin to feel my hard cock in my pants, but I push you away. “I didn’t tell you to do that, now behave. Stand up straight so I can see you.”

We both stand up, and I walk around you, looking at your body. I run my hands over your breasts, pinching your nipples, “Nice tits, good, good” I mutter almost to myself. I walk behind you, running my hand across your back, and down to your ass. “Mmmmm, ok….” As I come around to your front again I say, “Spread your legs apart so I may inspect you.” You hesitate for a moment, but comply.

I kneel down in from of you, and run my hands over your long smooth legs. “Good, you shaved your legs today.” Continuing up over your thighs my hand roam until they reach your pussy lips and pubic hair. “Hmmm, well, I can fix that “I mutter to myself. I rub gently and coax them apart. Your body responds to my touch, and I can feel your wetness on my fingers. I slide a finger inside and back out. I stand back up, and hold my finger out to you. “Taste yourself on my finger, slave.”

Your eyes glaze over a bit, as you’ve never heard me talk to you that way. Your lips open, and you suck my finger into your mouth, licking it clean. I smile, “That’s a good girl. Now, let see what you have to wear.” I open your packed bag, and rummage through. “You hear me mutter, No.no…Don’t want that. That’s ok…tsk tsk. Well, looks like we have to stop along the way.”

I turn back to you and say “Well, let’s get you cleaned up slave so we can go get you something decent to wear. Come along….” I walk upstairs to your bedroom, with you following naked behind me. I motion for you to lie on the bed. As you lay down, a reflection off the necklace you wear reminds you that agreed to this, but you trust me. I wave you down, so that your ass is just at the edge of the bed. Then you hear a *click* following by a *buzz* sound. You look up to see me holding a beard trimmer.

“What are you…” you start to say, but a disapproving look from me stop you. I stand between your legs and quickly cut your public hair down, leaving it very short. I run my hand over it, making sure that I didn’t miss any spots with the trimmer. “Better, my dear.. But not good enough. I like my slaves to be very clean. Come on.”

I lead you to the bathroom, and run a hot bath for you. You step in. It’s much warmer that you normally like, but then again you think to yourself, I’m not calling the shots. The thought excites you. You lay back in the tub, as you watch me get some bath soap. I kneel down at the side of the tub, and dip the soap into the water. I soap up my hands, getting a good lather. I rub my soapy hands over your stomach, and then up to your tits, my hands slide easily over them, as I wash you. I can feel your breathing become ragged as I massage and tweak the nipples. I slide down and wash your legs. Your legs part as I wash the inside of your thighs. Your hand takes mine, and you guide it to your pussy. You push my hand against your parted lips. I rub your clit for a moment, but just a moment. “That’s enough of that for now.” I say as a pull my hand away. Your eyes plead with me for more, but you know that you must wait.

I get up and return with a razor and shaving cream. “By now your remaining public hair will ready to come off.” I lather your pussy hair with the cool shaving cream. I start down near your ass, running the razor up towards your tummy. I go over your pubic mound once, then rinse you off. I lather you back up and go over it again. After a final rinse, I take your hand and place it where your hair used to be.

You feel yourself, your are shaved clean, your skin there is now smooth and supple. You smile at the sensation. I help you out of the tub, dry you off, and walk back to the bedroom. gaziantep escort I look you over again. I smile, “Now you look much better, my slave.”

“Thank you for cleaning me”, you demurely reply, getting into the role.

I hand you a short skirt, and a white flimsy blouse. “Put these on, and then we can go.” You reach for your bra, but I rip it out of your hands, “Did I give you a bra to wear?” I ask.

“Well, no, but I need…” You start.

“You NEED to do what I say, not put on the blouse and skirt”, I sternly say. I sound slightly miffed, but you know it’s part of the game.

“Yes, I understand” you say, and slip into the cloths, No bra, no underwear, just a skirt and blouse. Your damp skin makes the blouse cling to your tits, making your erect nipples very visible. We go downstairs, and get in my car and drive off.

After a short drive, we pull up in front of a clothing store. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” After 15 minutes, I come out with several bags, a smile, and a hard on. We proceed to the bed and breakfast, and after checking in, we go to the room.

I dump the contents of the bags out on the bed. I lay on the bed, and toss you a sexy nightgown, white satin, with lace. It’s short enough that it barely covers your ass. “Put this on and come over here.” You slide your clothes off hurriedly, feeling the wetness between your legs build. The nightgown goes over your head. As it slides down, the silky smooth feel of the material runs against your bare tits.

You come over to the bed, where I am laying down watching you. I pull you to me and kiss you deeply. ” I know you’ve been waiting patiently, you’re a good slave. You want to please me, yes.”

“Oh Yes!” you say, “So much, I’ve been good, I want to touch you so badly. Please…”

I nod and guide your hands to my pants. You rub my cock through my pants, feeling its warmth and hardness. I slide my pants down, letting my cock free, “Now suck my cock, little slave. Suck it nice and slow, let me fuck that mouth of yours.”

You eagerly open your mouth and engulf the entire length. You’ve been waiting so long to have it, to hold it. You move up and down slowly on it, your tongue going all around it. You suck soft, then hard, moving up and down. You are so hot that you lose track of what you are doing. You vaguely know you are moving up and down, tasting my pre-cum going down your throat. You hand strokes me firmly, and your cheeks hollow out as you suck my hard cock with wild abandon.

I sit up, “I’m going to fuck your hot pussy now, slave. Show me how wet you are. Show me how much you want my cock in you!”

You lean back, spreading your legs. You dip your fingers into your bald pussy. I can hear the sound of your fingers playing with yourself. You bring your dripping fingers out and inhale your I smell the scent on your fingers. I move over you, holding your wrists by your head, holding them still. My cock slides up and down the entrance to your wet pussy, lubricating the head with your juices.

“Do you want it slave? Do you want my cock in you?” I ask.

With a smile on your face, you rely, “I’m yours to do with, I am your willing slut slave!” I slide my hips forward, and enter you. I am still holding your wrists, so you can not move to get away, not that you want to. I enter you slowly, inch after inch entering you until my cock is buried up against your bald pussy. I withdraw and start to fuck you with long hard strokes.

“Oh God, Yes!” you cry, ” That’s it, fuck me. Fuck your little slut slave! Ooh baby… Yes….”

I slide in and out easily, as you so very wet. I go faster and faster, my balls slapping against you. The sound of my cock pounding into you fills the air, as does the scent of sex. I close my eyes as I feel my climax building. You start to buck against me, your clit aching to be rubbed against. I start to falter the rhythm as I feel my balls tighten. You buck wildly under me, still being held fast.

I lean back, releasing your hands, so I can get in deeper, “I want you to cum on my command… Not yet…. Not yet….”

“Please I need to, I can feel it, please let me cum!” you cry.

Faster I pump into you, my knees tremble, my head jerks back…”Yes…. Yes…NOW! CUM NOW! CUM WITH ME! Yeessssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!

Your body explodes in ecstasy as you are allowed to finally climax. You feel my cock unload wave after wave of cum into you. Your clit is so sensitive; that every move I make sends another new wave of pleasure through you. You thrash wildly as you experience at least 3 orgasms, while my cock twitches with the last of the cum.

I pull out, and kneel near you, you instinctively open your mouth to suck the last of my cum, and taste us on my cock, You eagerly lick every drop until my cock softens and I am clean.

We collapse on the bed, trying to catch our breath.

“What’s next Master?” you slyly say after a minute…

“I’m sure I’ll think of something.” I say.

We lay together cuddling and holding each other for about half an hour. We realize that it’s getting late and we are both hungry. We order room service since we don’t want to shower and get dressed and all that.

After about 20 minutes, there’s a knock on the door.

“You go get it, slave, and then bring it over here to the bed.” I say with a smile on my face.

Still naked, you answer the door. You’re not at all shy about your lack of clothes. I can tell that the bellhop is stunned. He is a young guy, probably working his way through college, so he’s probably no more than 20. He just stares at your beautiful body as you sign the receipt charging it to the room. He turns to leave, when I call out “Don’t forget to give the man a tip, m’dear!”

You sensually walk over to him, your hips swaying seductively. You put your arms around his head and pull him in for a deep kiss. You break the embrace; “I’m flat broke, so that will have to do.”

He stammers something about not a problem, if we need anything, and the like, but his head is too clouded to make much sense. He turns and leaves. You bring the tray of food over to me.

I look at you and bluntly say, “You could have just charged a tip to the room. I didn’t tell you to kiss him. That was very bad, and I’m going to have to punish you for doing something like that without my permission. I’ll inform you what your punishment is later.”

We feed each other our dinner, taking our time sitting on the bed. Afterwards, we go to the sitting room of the suite and I sit on the couch. I gesture at the floor, “That’s where slaves sit, at my feet.” Naked, you kneel down on the floor at my feet. I turn on the TV and watch some mindless sitcom that I enjoy.

When my show goes off, I order you to kneel in front of me between my legs. “I’ve thought about your punishment. For the rest of the evening, no matter what you are not allowed to orgasm. If you do, I shall have to go to more extreme punishments. Do you understand?”

Demurely you reply “Yes Sir.”

“Good, however I am not under such a restriction. I want you to suck my cock, nice and slow.”

Knowing you have no choice, you take my swelling cock in your hand and stroke it a couple of times before running your tongue along the underside of my shaft. You lick up and down, flicking over the tip. You suck along the sides, up and down, swirling your mouth around. Coming up over the head, you engulf my hard shaft in your mouth and go down slowly deep throating me. You move your head up and down slowly, up and down, each time taking my cock all the way into your mouth.

“Very nice Slave… Don’t stop, keep going like that…Play with your pussy too, rub your clit, but remember not to orgasm.”

You obey and reach down and start to finger your pussy. It is already wet. Your touch feels so good to you. You rub your clit gently as you suck my cock eagerly. You rub your clit harder and start to grind on your fingers as you pick up the pace of your sucking. You moan in pleasure as you please yourself and me.

After about 10 minutes of this, I stand up in front of you. “Stop touching yourself, I’m going to fuck that mouth of yours now!”

You slowly withdraw your hand from your clit. Your passion is obvious, but you know you had better do as you are told. You continue to suck my cock deeply into your mouth. I grab your head and pull you towards me. I move my hips back and forth sliding my cock in and out of your mouth, fucking it like I would your cunt.

“Yea, ” I say, “Suck my cock as I fuck your mouth!”

You don’t really have much of a choice in obeying as I am holding your head, and thrusting my cock into your mouth. You move your tongue all around as I do that, teasing the underside.

“Yea baby. That’s good…. Yes…Oh god…Yes…I’m going to cum now…. Take it all and swallow it! Yes…Now…Now…. I’m gonna Cuuuuuuuuuum” I scream. I thrust my cock into your mouth deep, almost making you gag. You suck eagerly, and then feel cock twitch as it erupts. You feel stream after stream of salty semen hit the back of your throat. You gulp it all down quickly. When my orgasm is over, I pull out of your mouth and return to the couch.

I catch my breath and beckon you to stand now before me. I reach out to your pussy and you spread your legs so I can slip my finger into your wet pussy. I rub up and down, teasing your clit. Your breath quickens as I flick my thumb over your clit.

“Are you a horny slave?”

“Yes…I am… I’m your horny slut slave.”

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes master, so bad. I want to be fucked by you.”

“You need my cock in you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes..” you close your eyes as I rub your clit gently, “Yes..Your cock in me…. yes..”

I withdraw my hand and look you in the eye; “Too bad you’re being punished. Good night.”

You open your eyes in alarm. “But…But…”

“But what? Time for bed Slave.”

We go into the bedroom and get in bed. We kiss gently and hug each other. Your clit is very sensitive, but you know there’s nothing happening tonight about it. You fall into a troubled horny sleep.

When you wake up, you hear me talking on the phone.

“Yes, that’s right… yes… It’ll take how long? OK… And you do all that right there? Perfect…Yes… Ok, we’ll be there about 10. Thank you.”

As I hang up you ask, “Who was that?”

I turn and smile at you, “Ah good you’re awake… Hope you slept well. Ready for another day, slave?”

You touch the slave necklace around your neck, remembering the game we’re playing, “Always Master.” you quickly reply.

“Good, Come over here so I can see you better.”

You walk over and again, I circle around you as I did the day before inspecting you. I run my hands over your bare shaved pussy and the up over your tits. I run my fingers through your hair, looking it over. From behind, I feel your ass checks and run my hands down your legs.

“Well, ” you hear me say, “It’s just as I thought, there’s still some more work to do here. Go take a quick shower. You have an appointment to keep.”

You look at me quizzically, but obey. As you shower, washing the scent of sex off your body, you wonder what in the world I could have planned. You dare not take too long, and hurry out of the shower. You come out of the room and I hand you your clothes for the day, from the clothes I had bought yesterday. It’s a lovely new dress, with a floral pattern. I don’t hand you any panties, bra, stockings…just the dress.

We drive off towards town after breakfast. Your mind is racing, “Master, may I know where we are going?” you ask. I turn and say, “Since you asked so nice, yes, I’ll tell you.”

“As I looked you over, I decided that the shaving job I did yesterday was good, but could have been better. Also, there are a few minor things that I’ve decided I’d like you to have done, so we’re going to a full service salon for a complete makeover… That is, a makeover to my exact specifications.”

We arrive at the “You look marvelous salon” a few minutes later. We go in and I go to the receptionist. “Yes, we’re here for our 10:00 appointment.”

The lady at the desk looks back at you, and nods. “AH yes, I recall the phone call, “she says, “As you requested, our best beautician is waiting for you… This way please…”

We go into the back and I speak with the beautician. I pick out several bottles of various sizes and colors while you stand nearby wondering what I’m doing.

I watch every step as you are completely made over, from head to toe, literally… First, they wax your legs. Then they wax your pubic area. It hurt when they pulled, but now you understand what I meant by I could have done a better job shaving. They wash your hair, and then put this weird smelling stuff on it, and have you sit with it on or a while. While that is going on, you get a manicure and a pedicure. Your nails are painted a bright red color and shaped nicely. They rinse out your hair, and lean you back for a facial. They cover your eyes with cucumber slices even! They continue to fuss with your hair. Finally, you walk over to have your hair styled. As they dry it and style it, you look in the mirror. You don’t believe it. Your long straight brown hair is now dyed a honey blonde color and given a full healthy full body look. You look completely different!

After a few more finishing touches, some perfume, eye shadow, and lipstick, I inspect your new look. After a moment, I smile. “Excellent… You’re even more beautiful than I imagined you’d be.”

“Thank you sir, I hope it meets with your approval.”

“It does, it does!” I quickly pay the receptionist and we drive back to the hotel. As we drive, I stare at your new look. Your long wavy blonde hair falls around your shoulders. I reach over to run my hands over your smooth legs. Slowly I run my hand under your dress. You shift so I can finger you. My fingers easily spread your pussy lips open. You are very wet and I rub your clit gently.

It only takes a matter of minutes before you are squirming in the seat. You writhe in pleasure, grinding against my hand. “You’re punishment is over. You may orgasm now.”

“T-t-t-thank you….T-t-thank y-o-o-o-o-u-uu” you gasp. You bear down on my fingers and rub your pussy against them hard, You buck wildly and then stiffen…”O-o-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h–h-h-h- SHIT! Your body tenses and a wave of pleasure ripples through your body. I continue rubbing your clit, sending off anther orgasm. Your mind loses all sense of time; it seems like one long endless orgasm. You finally collapse on the seat gasping for air.

Driving again with two hands, I wait for you to compose yourself.

“Master, thank you!” you finally gasp.

“As I said, your punishment is over. Let’s go have lunch.”

I drive to a nice local restaurant and we have a relaxing enjoyable meal. The waiters are basically falling over themselves to wait on our table, and each of them has a hard-on in their trousers whenever they come near you. “I think your new look is a hit.” I say.

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My career as a singer had reached a plateau, and I knew I needed a more professional voice teacher. For years I had been in demand as a soprano in theater and opera productions. Never at the highest levels, mind you, but I was quite good and kept myself busy with concert dates. The years had taken their toll, and although I was still in my thirties, constant singing can damage the voice.

Madam Lavalle had the best reputation for voice instruction, and my husband encouraged me to I approach her to improve my aging voice. She was in great demand, and I had to wait quite a while just to gain an audition, and I felt lucky when she accepted me.

Her studio was in the city, on an upper floor in a swanky neighborhood. Inside was a spacious room with few furnishings. The room contained a grand piano, a sofa, a few chairs and music stands. On my arrival, I met Madam Lavalle and her accompanist, Jacques.

Madam was older, perhaps in her late 60s, but well preserved. She was trim and very stylish with beautiful gray hair. Her demeanor was no-nonsense and to-the-point. Jacques never rose from his piano bench. He only nodded to me when Madam introduced him.

We got right down to business. She had me sing several pieces while she listened, and Jacques played beautifully to support me.

After twenty minutes, Madam stopped me. “My dear, you have a lovely voice to go with your lovely figure, and I can see why you’ve had success.”

I nodded.

“But,” Madam continued, “It is also clear that your singing range is not so wide as it once was, am I right?”

“Yes,” I agreed.

“Well, I think we can work on this to help you,” and with that Madam handed me a contract for her services. I was surprised by the high cost, but I knew she was the best. The contract included the words, “Accompanist to assist as necessary.” I looked over at handsome Jacques and smiled as I signed the agreement.

We met weekly, and Madam tried methods to restore a higher range to my voice. Soprano has many high and low levels, and I wanted to retain my coloratura high range voice.

Two months later, I was satisfied with some progress, but it seemed that recovery of my old higher range might not be possible. It was then that Madam Lavalle made a startling suggestion.

“My dear, I think we have exhausted the possibilities of conventional voice training, but there is one technique that has worked in the past. In a few instances, I have had success in a case such as yours with an non-standard technique.”

Madam turned and took down a photo album. “Do you see these artists?” she asked. She spoke to Jacques in French, and I did not know what she told him.

“Why yes,” I recognized some of them as well-known singers.

Madam said, “These are some who trusted my instincts and have had fantastic careers.”

“Oh, Madam,” I said, “I could never match the success of these women.”

She turned to me and smiled, “My dear, you are a lovely woman with a near-perfect voice. Let me now suggest a way that you might gain a little extra ability.”

I was all ears, eager to hear what this wonderful teacher might know and share with me.

“Dear,” she said, “All singers know that we sing with our entire bodies, not just our voices and lungs.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “It’s important to stay fit and be ready to sing from your deepest parts.”

“Exactly,” Madam agreed. “With some of these singers that you admire, I experimented with a more personal technique. She nodded to Jacques, and he brought her a box.

“Singing is the most personal of the arts,” Madam said as she held the box. “It is so personal that advantages can come from any what that we can tap your inner emotions. This is a small thing that can make a big difference in helping you reach your highest potential.”

I agreed, and I was very curious about the box.

Madam Lavalle explained, “In this box is an item that I want you to wear the next time you come for a lesson.” She handed the box to me and walked me to her door. “Farewell for now, and we will see you next week. Open this when you get home. Wear this when you come back next week.”

I took box with me, curious the entire commute to my apartment. Once home, I couldn’t wait to open the box. Inside was a curious device that puzzled me. Then, I was shocked. It was a device that women wear over their most personal body parts, a “butterfly” device that stimulates the vaginal area and clitoris. What on earth was Madam proposing?

Luckily, I opened the box before my husband came home.

During the days before my next lesson, I read the instructions and tried fitting the device into proper place. When I turned the switch, a vibration began to stimulate me in the most delightful way. I had heard of these things, but I never would have used one. My husband was no Romeo, but I never considered using marital aids or masturbation devices.

And what did it have to do with my signing? Was Madam suggesting something improper, or what did she intend?

By the next week, I had learned gaziantep escort to enjoy this new toy. It had options to vibrate gently or more vigorously, and for the first time in ages I had orgasm after orgasm. How would I discuss this with Madam?

I was quite nervous as when I arrived for the next lesson. Madam Lavalle greeted me at the door with a smile. “Come in, my dear.”

I walked in to the familiar studio. Jacques was sitting on the piano bench, as usual.

“Ah, my dear, did you try the little gift we gave you?”

I was embarrassed but replied, “Yes, mam.”

“And do you see how this might help your singing?”

“No, mam, I’m afraid that I am confused,” I answered.

“You are wearing it now?” she asked.

“Yes, Madam.”

“Good,” then she spoke in French to Jacques, and he began to play a piece we had rehearsed several times. It contained a high note that I had not been able to reach.

Madam looked at me, “Give me the control.”

I reached into my handbag and gave her the remote control to the butterfly device that was in position between my legs.

“Now, sing,” she told me.

I began as usual, but soon Madam turned on the vibrator. My mons began to buzz with gentle stimulation. As the music built up to a high point, Madam increased the speed. I was embarrassed that I could feel an orgasm coming right here in the studio in front of Jacques. But I had no control of the situation. All I could do was sing and concentrate on the upcoming rise to that high C note.

Just as Jacques played the crescendo. Madam moved the control to full speed. I felt my body shiver, and I let out a high note that was almost perfect. Madam reduced the speed and allowed me to calm down.

“Ah, my dear, do you see how this works?”

“Oh Madam,” I said, “I didn’t know I could find that note again.”

“It is sometimes a matter of inspiration, and our little device appears to help you find your voice again,” she said.

“Play it again,” she said to Jacques. And he did.

I raced to prepare to sing it again. And once again Madam toyed with my pussy. I no time I was ready to reach that high note again and to cum again. Once we repeated it, Madam said to Jacques, “And again!”

He played, and I was starting to feel weak on my feet, but I was able to reach the high note again every time Madam buzzed me to orgasm.

After she made cum five times, I asked for a rest. “Yes, of course, my dear,” Madam said. I plopped on the sofa, my pussy tingling and my panties wet. I felt I was cheating on my husband and especially since handsome Jacques knew about all this. Was he thinking to himself about what my pussy looked like? As he played the piano, did he feel like he was moving me to such excitement? Of course, these thoughts added to my own excitement. I must confess that Madam’s little method had renewed not just my singing voice but also my libido.

The next week, we practiced a few pieces that had high notes, and Madam skillfully timed her pussy buzzing perfectly. I regained my ability to sing the higher ranges, and I was delighted but I was also concerned. Madam assured me that she had used this method before, but not always as successfully. “You are my star pupil,” she told me.

The next month, Madam arranged a part for me in a major opera. It was a side role, but it was significant for me. She told me, “I will be in the audience, and I will ‘assist’ you to reach those high notes,” and as she said those last words, she pressed the remote control and made my pussy tingle as I stood before her.

On the night of the performance I was back stage and in costume. Madam and Jacques came backstage and asked, “Are you prepared?”

I answered, “Yes, as much as I can be.”

“Good,” she said, “I will be in the audience close to the front. In fact Jacques and I will be sitting next to your husband.”

I was surprised. “Oh, next to him?”

“Yes, won’t that be delightful?” Madam said.

The performance began with the overture, then scene by scene until my first aria. I moved across the stage, feeling natural because I had become accustomed to the device that divided my pussy lips. As I started to sing, I looked out into the audience and saw Madam hand the remote control to Jacques. I was alarmed, but kept singing.

Jacques smiled at me, and at that moment that I felt the vibrations begin. He handled the control excellently and brought me to a climax on perfect timing. I moved out of the scene, but he kept altering the buzzing sensations from mild to medium to intense. He brought me to three climaxes while I was off stage. But Jacques knew what he was doing.

My final scene was a love scene with the male lead. As he took me into his arms and we sang together. Jacques made my pussy do tricks I never felt before. The lead male kissed me just as I entered a multiple orgasm phase that wouldn’t stop. Every few seconds I felt a surge of excitement that fueled the passion in my singing.

During the finale scene, Jacques pushed me to the limit, over and over. I looked out into the audience for help and only saw Madam and Jacques smiling and my husband beaming proudly.

When the curtain fell, I was exhausted. Mercifully, Jacques turned off the device, and in the dressing room I removed it. But the result was a sensational singing experience. And for that I was grateful.

Afterward, Madam and Jacques greeted me and congratulated me. My husband gave me a kiss on the cheek. As they left, Jacques kissed my hand and said something in French.

I came went to my next lesson with Madam with renewed confidence. Madam volunteered, “Dear you did so well. Would you like to keep your secret to success among us, or should let your husband help you?”

My husband was never sexually very attractive to me, and we did not discuss such subjects. We bonded over mutual artistic tastes, and he was a very good provider. But we were not a sparkling sexy pair. I explained this to Madam as best I could. Jacques at the piano could certainly overhear us, but I did not know if he understood English. He rose and came to me, kissed my hand and repeated what he had said the night before.

I looked at Madam puzzled.

She explained, “This treatment we have used on you is only temporary. There is a better longer lasting solution.”

“Oh?” I asked.

“Yes, since stimulation of your erogenous zone had a positive effect, I think the best way to continue making progress is to let you body experience the effect of a more satisfying procedure.”

“More satisfying?” I repeated.

“To get to the point, Jacques here has been asking you if you would let him fuck you.”

I was startled beyond belief. I mean, it was unbelievable that I had been talked into letting Madam and Jacque masturbate me in front of an audience and my husband. But now this?!

Madam spoke, “Jacques is not only an excellent accompanist, he also has excellent skills in opening up women sexually which, of courses, leads to freedom and new abilities in other passions such as singing.”

I looked over at him, and Jacques smiled and nodded. He said something again in French.

Madam explained, “The reason this next treatment is longer lasting and has better effects is that Jacques has an endowment that is rare. Few women experience such an expansive experience.”

I asked Madam, “What has Jacques been saying to me in French?”

Madam translated, “He has been asking you if he may fuck you.”

I was shocked beyond belief, but I froze when Madam took me by the arm into an adjoining room where there was what looked like a padded massage table. Madam told me I could undress behind the screen. I cowered there hidden from their view, thinking things over. In a few moments, Jacques entered the room wearing only a silk robe. He spoke again in French.

Madam translated for him, “Jacques says he is ready to fuck you.”

I peeked around the screen and saw him remove the robe. Standing there was a tall handsome Frenchman, square shoulders and trim waist, but my eyes were drawn to a truly majestic uncut cock that swung between his legs, a good seven inches in limp condition, with a magnificent set of man balls drooping down even longer.

Jacques turned to look at me hiding behind the screen. As he looked, his cock rose and pointed at me, gaining height and length. I stared it. His cockhead grew visible inside the pucker of his foreskin. I’d never seen something so big.

Madam came behind the screen with me. “Now dear, don’t worry, Jacques knows how to do this. He knows how to be careful. Let me help you.”

She unbuttoned the back of my blouse. For some reason I didn’t resist as she removed my top, unclasped my belt, and the skirt fell away to the floor. I was in panties and bra now with my sensible pumps still on my feet. Rather than try to undress me further, Madam took me by the hand and led me out into the room. I stepped on to a small stool that allowed me to sit on the massage table.

Madam spoke French to Jacques, and he nodded.

In an instant, my bra was removed. Jacques gazed at my breasts as his cock kept expanding. My nipples where hard, and I knew I was excited. But I couldn’t believe that I would let this young man with an enormous cock do this to me.

Madam must have felt my uncertainty. She said, “My dear, I can assure you that this treatment will allow you to sing much better, and without a remote control.” Then she added, “If it is successful, we repeat this treatment as often as needed to maintain your readiness.”

Oh, I had forgotten that this was a treatment, not just a plain fucking. Honestly, I did feel better about that.

Madam guided me to a reclining position, naked now except for panties. Things were about to move beyond my control.

Jacques stepped to the end of the padded table. He grasped my ankles, one in each hand, and he drew me toward him. I slid down the table until my pelvis was almost at the end. Jacques held up my legs and then separated them as wide as he could. My legs formed a wide vee shape with only my panties between his cock and my pussy.

Jacques looked at Madam. She knew what to do. Jacques spoke a few words in French, and Madam took off my panties. Jacques courteously allowed Madam to slide my panties down each leg and remove them entirely.

I did not think a cock like his could fuck a pussy like mine. I had only been used to accommodating my husband’s much smaller equipment, and not very often at that. Jacques moved forward and rested his elevated penis on my midsection. I felt his balls nesting up against my ass and the slit of my pussy. His dick extended past my navel.

Madam said, “Touch it, won’t you?”

Hesitantly, I let one hand find Jacques’ big dick. I touched it quickly, then again. It’s size and mass moved only if I pushed harder. Jacques gazed into my eyes as I started to explore his cock. I tried to put my hand around it, but it was too thick. I used both hands to lift it and let is flop back down on me. By now his foreskin had receded and his giant cock head was fully exposed with slick with drips of cum making it shine.

Madam stood to the side and watched as I toyed with Jacques. I was amazed at his length and thickness. This was no ordinary dick. No sir.

I almost lost myself in the pleasure of feeling this young man’s cock when Madam called, out something in French. Immediately, Jacques positioned his massive member at the entrance to my pussy. I held on for dear life as I felt the pressure of his pressing at my slit. He gained entrance but just barely. I felt my pussy give way as his repeated pushing began to lodge his pole properly in my canal. He must have been four or five inches inside when I felt my insides relax and accommodate his girth. From then on, I felt only pleasure as he pressed in and out, gradually extending his penetration to new depths for me. Anything beyond five inches was virgin territory, and Jacques was well beyond that now.

When he was satisfied that his penetration has reached a sufficient depth, Jacques began slow withdrawal movements, dragging my labia and clit out with his cock, then reentering, causing all the moving parts of my vagina to move. He could look down and see my fleshy labia hugging his shaft.

Jacques continued his gentle fucking for quite a long time until I realized that an orgasm was building. He felt it too, so he stopped and teased me. He only started fucking again when he sensed I was calming down. Again and again, he would bring me close then deny me release. Each time he did this, my anticipation grew wilder. I knew that if he allowed me to cum I would explode. And so did he. This is what made him an excellent fuck.

Finally, Jacques battered me with is big cock, rubbing all the right places, and kept up a frantic pace as my orgasm built. He spoke to Madam in French, and she translated, “He says that you can cum this time.”

The anticipation drove me wild. I had been wanting to cum for what seemed like an hour, and now finally he was going to let me. My breath came quicker. His balls were slapping against my bottom. Big balls that I could feel each time. I imagined they were full of cum, buckets of cum for me.

I became breathless as a wave of pleasure overcame me. I practically passed out as Jacques expertly used his giant dick to give me a perfect orgasm.

I rested for a moment while Jacques stopped pumping me. His cock was lodge about ten inches inside of me, as thick as ever, as waves of lesser orgasms passed though my body. He stood there with is cock in me, watching me feel the pleasure of an intense orgasm.

Then, just when I thought my body couldn’t be more out of control, Jacques very slightly slipped his cock into me another inch. I came again right here on the spot. He stood still for several moments, then pulled out just an inch. I came again.

Jacques did this over and over, making slight movements with his dick that caused me to quiver and feel more little orgasms. Jacques knew exactly what he was doing. He was well trained indeed.

He kept this up for another twenty minutes. Then I heard him say something in French to Madam. She said, “He says that now he is ready to fuck you.”

What?! Oh my God, what had he been doing, I thought.

Jacques removed his entire length, and I admired his perfect dick for a moment before he put it back into me. This time, Jacques was like a wild man. His entire length, over ten inches, was all the way inside me. This was for my pleasure, yes, but also for his. Once again, I felt waves of orgasms pulsing and rocking my world. Then, Jacques built himself up to a climax, too.

As he was about to cum, Madam spoke to him in French. Jacques withdrew his entire cock from my pussy and displayed it to Madam. She apparently approved and allowed him to continue.

He plunged it back into my pussy, to maximum depth, then completely removed it so that it danced in the open air for a few moments. Then again and again, fully penetrated, then air-cock. Jacques has worked himself into a zone. It seemed like he could keep this up all day. His erection never faded. The man remained hard as a rock the entire time. What a gentleman!

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I have a secret fantasy…I often masturbate thinking of it and make myself come.

I get undressed and climb onto the bed. I imagine I’m in a glass house and several people are outside observing me. There are digital cameras broadcasting my every movement across the glove via the Internet.

Knowing I’m being watched gets my juices flowing. My pussy gets hotter and wetter as I think of all the people who are aroused watching me touch myself…

I lightly touch myself all over, starting at my neck. I flick my nipples and twist them until they’re popping off my boobs. I rub my belly, my legs, my ass, carefully voiding my hot, hungry pussy, teasingly!

Then, very lightly, I circle my clit with my finger, barely touching it. I rub my entire pussy front to back. I trace my pussy lips, dip a finger or two into my hole, lick off the juices and put my moistened finger back to work on my clit.

While gaziantep escort one hand plays with pussy, the other searches out other erogenous zones: boobs, neck, belly , the insides of my thighs, and finally my asshole.

Touching myself feels fantastic. I feel my clit get hard and grow to the size of an acorn. I am amazed at how wet and silky my pussy feels.

I use the tips of my fingers on my right hand to simulate a tongue running circles ’round my clit, every so often dipping into the well of honey just beneath it. I take my time and enjoy how it feels, each movement increasing my arousal.

I roll to my side. The first finger of my left hand tinkers briefly with my pussy hole – just enough to wet it. Then it shyly tickles my asshole. I feel it almost spasm in response to lefty’s teasing. My right hand continues to concentrate on the clitoral area.

My state of arousal is obvious to those watching me. I know they’re there but I don’t look. I just imagine their hunger, their desire to smell, touch, taste…

As my lefty tickles my asshole and it begins to pucker, I start rocking my hips slightly. I feel my asshole open and draw in good ol’ lefty. I ease my finger in slowly, as far as I can, into my ass. Righty begins to work my clit a little more feverishly.

I roll onto my back again, my left arm underneath me. My nipples are sticking out almost 1/2 inch. My clit is like a huge, hard marble rolling under my fingertips.

I slide the middle finger of my left hand into my pussy. The flesh wall between the first and middle finger is thin. One can feel the other. I’m really working my swollen clit and rocking my hips now.

IT FEELS SO GOOD! I start moaning. My excitement steadily building, surging. I’m feeling the familiar edge of orgasm. My fingers are relentless.

Suddenly, the first wave hits me. I get weak all over. I feel both my pussy and my ass clamp down on my fingers. My pussy is dripping wet.

It is then I wish you were there, watching and touching, urging my orgasm to overcome me. Sliding your dick and balls deep inside me, sending me over the edge and rocking my world.

I call your name and to my delight, you’re there with your hard, huge cock in your hand. You slide it in, inch by inch, savoring the strength and softness of my pussy.

I hear you say, “Great show, my god, you’re one magnificent woman!” And I go over the edge, wave after wave of orgasm slams me as you slide your cock in and out of my pussy’s death grip on you.

I scream your name as my pussy juices squirt all over your cock and balls, dripping down your thighs and oozing to your ass. I feel your cock shudder and the heat of your cum as it hits the depths of my pussy.

We collapse in each other’s arms. The lights go out and the camera’s are turned off.

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I work in an office building with about 200 people. I’m the boss of my company, but there are a few other companies which share the same office services – kitchens, bathrooms, meeting rooms, and so on. It was a good arrangement for me – I’d had sex with several of the women in the building. One of them had become a fairly regular fuck buddy, and none of them were from my own company.

So everything was sweet.

One morning I was in the kitchen getting a coffee when Anna walked in. Anna worked for a larger company down the other end of a long corridor from my offices. I guess they had about eighty employees, so they were bigger than my company. They sold telephone services or something so there were a lot of female employees. I knew that Anna was one of the senior sales team leaders.

But enough about her job. What was great about Anna was her looks and her body. She was Polish, with dusty blue eyes and dirty blonde shoulder length hair. Anna was tall and slender, with good tits and long legs. From the several times I’d followed her down the corridor, I knew she had a nice ass and what’s more, she had an elegant way of carrying herself so that she always seemed graceful. Maybe she’d done some modelling back in the day, who knows, it wouldn’t have surprised me.

I knew she was in her early thirties and married, and on a good day with make-up she was a hard eight. Also, and maybe because of her age, Anna regularly wore high heels and tight skirts and dresses above the knee.

Basically, Anna was great to have around the office; always brightened up my day.

One thing about Anna though, she had absolutely no idea about dress sense, colors in particular. And seeing as how I’m a world authority on the subject, I liked to tease her about her clothes and her colors as much as I could. Whenever I saw her, let’s say once or twice a week, I’d make sure to look her up and down, nice and sleazy style, and then critique her on something.

“I love those shoes,” I’d say. “It’s like they’re from the 1950’s or something”.

Or “Holy shit Anna, that is one daring color clash today babe. You’re a real trend setter.”

And I’d regularly tell her to take her clothes off, in the most charming way possible of course.

“Anna, I’m sorry but you just can’t wear that color skirt with that color blouse. It doesn’t work – you’ll have to take them off. Or leave the blouse on, and just take your skirt off, that’ll work.”

She always played along, and she’d say something like “yeah right” or “in your dreams” whenever I told her to take her clothes off.

All the while I’d be leering at her, smirking, and checking out her body. Occasionally I’d take her by the arm and make her move around to show me the back of her dress or whatever. One time I got up nice and close to inspect an earring; our mouths were only inches apart.

She knew what I was up to – it wasn’t like I was being subtle – and I got the distinct feeling that she enjoyed every minute of having a man tease her, pay her no respect, and make her do as she was told.

And it made sense, when I thought about it. Her (male) supervisor was a total dickhead, into model trains or something. Her sales team was all female except for one thin dweeb with glasses. And her husband was a flabby goof: I’d seen him at an all-office ballgame and wondered what the fuck was going on.

So Anna probably didn’t have a lot of male authority in her life. I decided I was right – she secretly loved me bossing her around, telling her she looked like shit, and invading her personal space.

Furthermore, I would have loved to fuck her, of course, and I never made any effort at all to hide it.

Anyway, this one particular morning she came into the kitchen wearing a dress and high heels. Sounds fine, right? Nice, tight, figure hugging dress, hemline two or three inches above the knee, sleeveless, high neck line, zip up the back. Her bare arms were golden brown and so were her long, long bare legs. Her heels were high-ish, but nothing outrageous.

But it was the color of that dress. It was the most loud, electric, neon, crimson purple pink I had ever seen. It was so loud I needed earplugs. The color was indescribable – crimson purple pink is the best I can do, but I seriously had not seen that color ever before in my life. And the shoes were cream. That’s right, cream heels with this revolting color.

Millions of women would kill for her body, and then hang the best looks on it, but Anna simply had no idea about clothes.

“Jesus, Anna! That dress is so loud! What are you trying to do to me?” I leaned back on the kitchen bench and faked shading my eyes. Anna was already shaking her head and smiling at me.

“Either I’m going to have to put my sunglasses on,” I said, “or you’re going to have to take that dress off – and I left my sunglasses at home this morning so please, take it off this minute would ya?”

“What do you mean, this is a great color, I love it,” she said in her sexy Polish accent, smiling as usual. She put her hands on her hips and did a little twisty move right in front of me. I stripped her with my eyes, leaning back on the gaziantep escort kitchen bench, letting my cock push forward in my pants. She looked hot, I’ll give her that, and she knew it. The dress was very tight and it made the curves around her breasts and her hips look incredible.

“Turn around, let’s see it from the back,” I told her.

Anna turned slowly on her heels, and lifted her hands above her head in a kind of slow motion dance move. The dress was almost splitting across her sweet tight ass, it was stretched so tight. I looked directly at her ass until I knew she was looking at me, and then slowly ran my gaze up her back to meet her eyes. She had turned her head over her shoulder and gave me a smouldering wink.

Little known fact: I regularly wear two rubber cock-rings to work, just for fun. They help my mindset when some stupid bitch from HR is making a presentation or something. Also, they increase the pressure on my shaft when I get aroused. And the sexy show Anna was putting on in front of me was getting me nice and hard.

Now, since we were alone in the kitchen, this little routine was obviously just for my benefit. And of course, Anna and I had been flirting with each other for months, so I could be forgiven for thinking that she badly wanted me to force her down on her knees right then and there, shove my hard cock into her mouth, and make her suck it.

But it was also obvious that nothing serious was going on, right? Just a bit of innocent, harmless fun in the morning between two innocent, harmless people in the office, one of whom happened to be a hot blonde in a tight dress, and the other a fit healthy man who needed a fuck.

Anna broke the pose and turned back to face me.

“Don’t you like it?” she asked. There was a challenge in her voice, in her demeanor, the way she cocked her hip. But…did I also detect just a hint of uncertainty in her eyes? Her cheeks had flushed a little and her smile was slightly too engaging. I suddenly got the impression she was trying to impress me, or at least get my approval. Maybe she was feeling sexy, or maybe she needed to feel sexy? She sure looked sexy, as she flashed another smile at me.

I decided to let her have it.

“Nah, it’s hideous, you should take it off. I think you’d look much better in your underwear than in that dress.”

“Excuse me? Are you joking?” Anna said. She’d stopped moving and was looking straight at me. It seemed her mood had completely changed. “I can’t believe what you just said to me.”

She sounded angry – hell, she looked pretty angry too. But something in her eyes told me to keep going.

“Seriously, this time I’m not joking,” I said calmly, man to woman. I put my coffee down on the bench and looked her in the eye. “I want you to strip for me, right now, either here in the kitchen, or down the hall in my office.” There was a heavy silence. My cock twitched again.

“I can help you with the zip if you like,” I said with a smirk to take some of the heat out.

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” she said hotly. “Do you think that’s actually going to work, just telling me to take my clothes off?”

I liked the sound of that.

“That’s up to you Anna,” I said, looking her up and down again. I started fucking her with my eyes.

“Well for your information I’m really not planning to take my dress off for you.”

“Ok, fine. But if your plans change, drop by my office at one o’clock any day of the week. Everyone’s always at lunch at that time, so it’ll just be you and me.”

I picked up my coffee and sauntered off out the kitchen and down the hall. When Anna went past I made sure I was leaning over the reception desk sharing a laugh with the receptionist with the big tits. Anna didn’t say anything, but did I catch her glancing at me?

So guess what. A couple of days later, just after one o’clock, there was a light knock on my half-open door. I looked up to see Anna standing there. Similar dress – tight, sleeveless, above the knee, high neck line, zip up the back – but a different color, this time an incredibly electric, day-glo lime green.

It was awful. Nice black high heels though, and black tights. If you want my opinion there was no need for the black tights. They didn’t suit the rest of the look, if you know what I mean. Maybe she was wearing stockings and a garter belt, which would be great, but I thought bare arms and bare legs would be a better combination with that sort of dress. Her legs had been bare the other day in the kitchen.

“Are you busy?” she asked, with a tight smile.

I slowly looked her up and down again, making sure to linger over her tits and her legs.

“Yeah actually I am pretty busy, so if you’re here to take your clothes off then come in, close the door, and let’s get started.”

Anna paused and looked at me with, I dunno, was it defiance? There was something in her eyes – whatever. I didn’t think too long about it because the next thing you know she’s stepping in to my office and quietly closing the door behind her, just like I told her to.

“So let me get this straight,” she said. She walked the short distance over to the other side of my double desk, sat down, and crossed her legs. As she did so, her dress rode up her black nylon thighs just a touch. My balls swelled, and my cock twitched, even though I wasn’t wearing the cock rings that day.

“I’m supposed to take my clothes off in front of you just because you want me to”.

“That’s right,” I said after a pause, smiling and looking straight in her eyes. “I want you to stand up right now, take off your dress, and show me your underwear.”

Anna sat back in the chair with some confidence, resting her arms on each of the chair’s arms, hands hanging loosely, legs crossed, head held high, and looked at me.

“Do you seriously think I’m going to strip off just because some guy in the office tells me to?” she said, still looking me in the eye. “I’m married, and this is a work environment. Besides, you just want me to be another one of your conquests. Everyone knows you’ve already had sex with half the women in the building.”

“Only six of them, actually”, I replied. “And two of them I didn’t fuck – they just sucked my cock. In fact, that little Marianne in your team sucked me off at the Christmas party.”

That got her. Anna’s cheeks flushed pink, her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped open with surprise. I could tell it was news to her, and also that she had not suspected her Marianne was that kind of girl.

Marianne had indeed given me an awesome blow-job at the office Christmas party. She was about twenty-five and had been working in Anna’s team for eighteen months or so – quiet, prim, but hot. About five four with light brown hair and a firm, slender body – I heard she did a lot of swimming. You’d fuck her in a heartbeat.

So at the Christmas party she’d had two or three strong drinks and I managed to get her outside round the back of the restaurant “for a chat”. Before you know it she’s on her knees sucking my hard cock, holding it with both hands while she bobbed back and forth, slurping and sucking all around the head of my thick shaft.

Then she took her hands off and undid three or four buttons of her white blouse, opening it up to show the top of her full creamy white breasts above her white lace bra. I got that message loud and clear – she wants me to cum on her tits. So while she squeezed her tits together, I held the back of her head with one hand, and the underside of her jaw with my other hand, and started fucking her face, pumping my cock into her mouth, getting harder and fatter as I got closer to cumming.

“You want me to cum on your tits Marianne?” I hissed. “You want my cum all over your tits?”

Since I was fucking her mouth all she could do was go “uh-huh, mmm, ugggh”. Her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks were hollowed out from the sucking, and she was moving her head back and forth with my thrusts, sucking on my hard cock. Her hands were cupping her breasts, holding them up, squeezing them together. She looked fantastic.

And then just after the point of no return, when I was about to blow, she pulled her mouth off my cock, gulped some air and said “Cum on my tits”. I held my cock, pumping it fast with my right hand a couple of times until I exploded, shooting three or four good loads of hot semen on to her chest, with one stream of cum going right into her cleavage as she squeezed her tits together.

“Oh yeah,” she breathed, “oh yeah, that’s so good, oh god.”

I forced my cock back into her mouth, pulling her head back by the hair, and fucked her face with a few more pumps while my cock was still hard and sensitive.

After a minute I pulled her head off my cock and zipped up. Marianne stood up and started smearing my cum all over her tits, rubbing it in. She even took each breast out of her bra and carefully wiped my cum across and under her nipples, spreading my sticky jizz across her chest and all over her tits.

Then she wiped her hands on the ass of her tight jeans, and buttoned up her blouse – higher than before, I noticed – and gave me a sexy wink. We both went back inside the restaurant and Marianne went straight to the bathroom. I guess she straightened herself up and washed her hands.

For the rest of the night, every now and then I glanced over at her table. There she was, happily sitting there with Anna and the rest of their team as they all had a good time. There were some good-looking women at that table, Anna being the best of them, but no-one would have any reason to think that the slender brown-haired one on the right was a recent cocksucker sitting there with cum all over her tits.

“Bullshit”, said Anna. “Marianne? She did not.”

Anna uncrossed her legs, shifted in the chair, and crossed her legs the other way.

I shrugged my shoulders. “She sucked my cock and she loved it” I said, smiling wolfishly right in her eyes. “You can too if you want.”

“You know,” she said, “I could totally sue you and your company for everything you’ve got.”

“Sue me? Sue me for what,” I said.

“Sexual harassment,” she shot back. “Sexual harassment, improper behaviour, emotional blackmail, and mental anguish.”

Some of that defiant look was back in her eyes, but she hadn’t recovered all her cool and was looking a bit flustered. Her right hand had started playing with a thin gold necklace at her throat.

I got up from my chair and slowly walked around the desk and sat on the edge of it facing directly at her. My cock was semi-hard and I made sure my crotch was right in front of her face.

“Well then you go ahead and sue me Anna,” I smirked. “You can sue me and my company as much as you want, I don’t care. But whatever happens, you and I will always know the real reason you came in here today.”

“Oh really?” she said. “And what’s that, in your opinion?”

Right then, at that very moment, she looked straight at my cock. It was a total giveaway. She hadn’t meant to, or had tried not to, and she immediately glanced away, but there was no question what was on her mind and we both knew it.

“You came in here,” I said slowly, my eyes locked on hers, “hoping that I’d make you take your dress off, so I could see you in your underwear. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Anna dropped her gaze from mine and again her cheeks turned pink.

“Stand up Anna”, I said, with more authority.

Anna stood up in front of me, her arms at her sides. She was tall, and had poise. I went to the door and locked it. She didn’t move.

“Now unzip your dress,” I told her, as I sat on the edge of my dress in front of her again.

Anna waited a second – I could tell she was making her mind up about whether or not she was actually going to do this. I mentally crossed my fingers but didn’t move a muscle.

Then she slowly reached up around behind her neck, shaking her blonde hair out of the way. Her tits pressed firm against the bright green fabric. I heard the zip start to move, and now Anna was looking directly at me, her mouth slightly open. Her elbows moved higher in front of me as the zip moved down. She dropped her arms to reach around behind her back, and I heard the sound of the zipper. Her dress began to open and fall away, held up now only by her tits. I was pleased to see Anna give a little shimmy of her hips to help it slide off her arms and down her body.

The dress fell to the floor, and she stepped out of it as it lay crumpled in a green heap at her feet.

She was magnificent. Her lingerie was black – a sheer semi-transparent strapless black corset which cupped her natural breasts and tightened around her slender waist, and a tiny black bikini brief with thin black straps. No garter belt, just black stockings up to the top of her long thighs and all the way down her lovely long legs to her high heels. The effect of the black lace and nylon against her pale golden-brown skin was stunning – her bare shoulders, her long arms, her throat,her creamy tits, and the tops of her thighs were in stark contrast to the varying tones of black on her legs, stomach, and at her crotch.

She stood in her high heels with one leg in front of the other like swimwear models do, put her hands on her hips, and looked at me.

“Well,” she said. “What do you think?”

“Turn around,” I said. Anna turned slowly to the right, hands still on her hips, glancing at me over her shoulder with smoky eyes. She arched her back a bit, which pushed her ass out towards me. The black bikini briefs were a semi-thong. I could see her breasts from the side now and they looked great. Her ass was golden and firm, the globes of each cheek curving perfectly. Her legs looked like you see on nylon stockings packaging.

As she moved back the other way I took a good long look at her vagina underneath her bikini. She was 100% shaved by the look of it.

Anna turned back towards me.

“So do you like my underwear? You still haven’t said anything.”

“It’s acceptable.”

That’s when I stood up, took her in my arms and kissed her.

The kiss was hot and dirty. Her arms went around my neck and her tongue attacked mine as I reached around to caress her half-naked ass. She pressed herself into me, and I could feel those firm tits on my chest and her belly against my hardening cock. I gripped and squeezed her ass lightly and fingered her ass crack before moving my hands up to feel her body, her arms, and back to her ass.

Then I took her hand, turned her around, and lifted her gently onto my desk. I reached under her legs and swivelled her so her high heels were on the desk, and laid her down on her back, her long legs bent at the knee and her arms thrown back behind her head.

As I undid my belt and pants, I took another look at what I had on my desk in front of me.

I had to admit it was pretty fucking good – Anna’s corsetted tits were pushed up now her hands were back behind her head, and her back curved so that only her ass and her shoulders were touching the desk. She obviously knew how to pose and she looked totally hot and wanton. Her face was turned towards me – towards my crotch actually, as I pulled my trousers down and released my hard cock from my boxers. I pulled her head slightly across the desk towards my cock and she closed her eyes, opened her lips, and took my cock into her mouth. I moved my hips lightly, just enough so that the head of my cock moved in and out. She started moaning, “mmm-mmmm, uhhh,” as I fucked her mouth.

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I feel your lips sweep the side of my cheek, as your chest presses against mine. My hand holds around your neck, touching lightly and firmly, feeling your hair graze the outside of my fingers. My head is tilted slightly, as we look into each other’s eyes: your green eyes are large, with excitement and suspense, and mine are steady, flashing blue. I lean in to kiss you and you open your mouth to greet me.

Your tongue pushes against mine, and I push you against the wall, sliding my hands down your shoulders, down your arms, feeling the softness of your skin. You close your eyes, breathing in the sensation, and then open them again, wider, with a smile on your face. I smile back, and push briskly against the strings that hold your pink nightgown to your shoulders. The strings slip down to your elbows and stop, with your dress caught between us, my body pressed too tightly against yours to let it fall to the ground. Your breasts are exposed to me, and I lower my hand to one and squeeze it needfully, pushing my lips back against yours. You moan softly.

I move away from you and watch as your pink covering slips to the floor, leaving you fully naked before my eyes. You walk towards me, your steps slow and precise, your eyes staying locked on mine. “Raise your arms,” you say to me. I obey. You lift my shirt over my head, and you kiss me teasingly as you toss it behind you. Your smile is gone, and you look completely focused on what you want. You slip to the ground, unbutton my pants, and slide them down my legs, and then return to push down my boxers. I step out of both when you stand up to face me.

I walk towards gaziantep escort you, but you back away slightly, not afraid, but reluctant. We stare at each other as we get closer to the wall. You stop, your back pressed against blue flowers, the wallpaper in this motel room. I push against you, my hands cupping the sides of your shoulders, our lips embraced in a kiss, my stomach pressed against yours. You feel your legs lose their strength, and I help guide you to the floor. “There’s a bed,” I say.

“I don’t care,” you tell me back.

I kiss your stomach, looking down at your legs, where they meet, at the short patch of hair marking the center of your person. I kiss slowly up your chest, moving my hands around your breasts, enjoying the sight of them so close to my face. It’s all that I need. I push your legs apart, which you held with some resistance, and slide in-between them, slowly working my way up your body. I come to rest above your face, pressing my hand down underneath you, feeling the coarseness of your pubic hair against the smoothness of your folds. You look at me angrily, as if I’m torturing you.

I grip my penis in my hand, position it at your opening, and then thrust inside of you. You close your eyes, tilt your head back, and let a smile shape your lips. “Yes,” you moan. Attached to you, I move my hands up your body, and squeeze your breasts, and then drop my left hand to the ground for stability. I start thrusting inside of you, in slow, short thrusts, as we get used to each other. Your hips gyrate slowly with the rhythm of mine.

“Mmm,” you mumble. I breathe heavy breaths, but say nothing.

I think about you, and all that you’ve accomplished, everything that you’ve done, and how I’m screwing you here, in some cheap motel, in the middle of nowhere. And how you love it. How you want this from me. And how you’ve brought me to this. I’ve changed the world with my work, with my business, and all that I want in this one moment is to fuck you, here, on the floor, in full awareness.

“How’s your business?” you ask me, smiling. Your eyes grow more brilliant with each thrust.

“Good,” I say, while smiling back. “We finished the project downtown. I think it’s some of the best work I’ve ever done. I can’t wait to show it to you. I know you’ll be impressed.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask, grinning. “Are you so sure?”

“Yes,” I say, pushing harder and faster inside of you. I lean against your body, push your legs further apart, and squeeze your breast tightly around my palm.

“Good,” you say into my ear, “I love being proud of you.”

You know that this excites me, because I ram into you briskly, causing a heavy breath to escape from my mouth, which you hear against your ear. “What about you?” I ask. “How is your work?”

“Amazing,” you say as I cut the rest of your words from your mouth with another powerful thrust. You moan as I push as deeply as I can, and then slide out again for another push. “You’re having sex,” you say as your breath returns, “With a scientist who just discovered a new motor that works more efficiently than electric power, and moves faster than gas power.”

“So I’m fucking a genius,” I whisper into her ear.

“So am I,” you whisper back.

Your fingers push against my back, pressing me hard against you, feeling your breasts and your stomach tight against me. I feel your legs stretch wider as I slide deeper into your core, each thrust quick, wet, and full of sensation. A genius, I think to myself. I’m screwing this genius on the floor of a motel, and loving every moment of it.

“Oh God,” you say, feeling the first wave of ecstasy build in your body and rise up without defense. My knees press hard against the ground, balancing each thrust, making every movement more full and lasting. Just a little bit more, I think. Just a little bit more and you will be orgasming with me inside of you.

I start convulsing, enjoying the thought of ejaculating into such a powerful woman. Your mind, I think, so noble with its pursuits, now cares for nothing more than having me cum a full load of semen into your belly. There is nothing nobler than that. There is nothing more worthwhile than filling a brilliant woman—a woman that I admire and who admires me so savagely—with juices she so desperately wants inside her.

“You’re close,” you say.

“So are you,” I reply.

I’m over the incline, and now I’m running down hill, trying to hold it back just a little longer, while trying to release it as quick as I can. One shot spits inside of you. Your body is all that I know. Your body pressed against my body. Our bodies joined at our midsections. I shoot a second load into you. You think about the power I have. You think about all that I’ve accomplished. I shoot again, and you release against me. And I fall on top of you, relieved, the sweat of our bodies mixing, your breasts pressed against me, my fluid inside of you, and yours around me. The center of the world.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Serendipity – Moving Day Part 3

Finally finished the Ex’s fault series, and thank you for your votes.

This is the series that spawned that ‘short’ series. It has many twists and turns for everyone.

Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me.

LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters active are 18 years of age or older.

Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup

03

Late morning on Sunday, and I was headed over to Mickey’s old apartment. Good thing it wasn’t very far away. It was going to be tight getting her stuff moved and getting the truck back in time. I pity whoever had to help Mickey move in. She had to pick a third floor apartment. But going down the stairs with boxes on the dolly wasn’t too bad. I backed the truck up and went upstairs to see how much of a problem this was going to be. I was pleasantly surprised to find a living room full of boxes, which meant she actually had most of it packed. As Mickey came out of the bedroom I remembered why I was chasing her, she didn’t mind showing off her figure and letting her nipples stand out when she was at home. She was wearing a light blue ‘exercise’ outfit. Not sure what they actually call it, but it looked like a pair of leggings mated to a tank top but all one piece. That in itself would have been nice enough, but a size or two too small and all the lining taken out made it even better. The crotch was pulled up into an extreme camel toe on her shaved pussy. The neck line was low enough to show the edge of her areola right above her hard nipples standing out begging to be played with, even though they could easily be seen through the material.

“I take it this outfit meets with your approval?”, she said as she cupped her tits to lift them up a little and jiggle them.

I stepped closer and began running my finger up the cleft of her camel toe, “Take them out.”

“Danny! Cindy is in the bedroom!”

“I said take them out.”, as I pushed my finger into her camel toe firmly enough to find her clit.

“That’s not fair!”

“And?”

“Oh all right!” as she pulled the straps down enough to free those nice C cups and let me lick her nipples while I fingered her clit through the thin material. She was starting to get nice and wet and squirming when Cindy called from the bedroom.

“Hey Mickey, this box isn’t big enough for all your toys. You want me to get a bigger box or start a second one?”

“Jeeze Cindy, lets advertise my collection!”

“Well it’s not like Danny doesn’t have an idea of what you’ve got. Or did I interrupt something out there?!”

“CINDY!!”

All we heard was giggling from the bedroom. “You know she is hoping to get you all hot and bothered today? She even wore a special bra just for you.”

“I thought it was a ‘no bra’ move?”

“Hey, when you have to carry around a pair of F cups about the only place you go braless is the shower.”

“F cups? I thought she was a healthy DDD”

“Yea well she’s put on a few pounds. Go take a look.”

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OK, I’m Mickey. The instigator of the ‘no bra, no underwear’ while moving weekend. The girls all agreed to it, hell Tiffany all but wanted to make it a g-string move. Nicole took a little bit of convincing since she is so small chested, but Tiffany and I convinced her that where else could we get moving help just for letting our nipples show. I mean it’s not like they had to do anything but let the girls stand out at attention. Speaking of girls, Danny really seems to like mine! As long as we’re at home I can let them out, or with Cindy. But any other time these babies are COVERED! I mean I like Danny, and he does wonders for my pussy, but I’m not some cock slut or something… I know I could stand to lose a few pounds, but I’m not really big like my girlfriend Cindy. I’m 175 pounds 36C-28-34, where Cindy is 210 pounds 40F-36-38. She’s been my best friend since grade school and we share everything, well almost everything. She gets a little jealous when I tell her about my times with Danny. She keeps saying how she wishes she could find a guy like him. I keep encouraging her to loose lose some weight, but she never does. She even cut the nipples out of one of her old bras and ‘volunteered’ to come help. Danny will probably keep quite an eye on her, but she knows he’s mine… but then we do share just about everything.

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I walked into the bedroom to see Cindy’s back as she was loading stuff into a box. She was wearing shorts and a massive bra, four or five hooks, but no top. “You guys really do have everything about ready to move.”

“Oh,” Cindy jumped and spun around. “I was expecting you two to still be going at it out there for a while.”

Well Mickey was right, it was s special bra all right. Cindy had cut gaziantep escort about a 1″ hole in the tips of her lace bra to let the nipples out. In moving and packing they had worked out a little more so there were two little cones of nipples sticking out. You remember how I said I like big tits and nipples? Unfortunately fat tits are not the same as big tits, and Cindy had fat tits. She had huge areolas and almost no actual nipple. I could see two or three inches of areola through the lace and poking out the hole with an actual nipple the size of a small pencil eraser. “Be careful where you swing those things, they could be dangerous.”

Cindy looked down, realized she was standing there without her shirt and her nipples standing out. Her eyes flew wide open and screamed. She grabbed her shirt, pulling it on as she ran from the room pushing past me. I slid down the wall laughing my ass off as she ran. That kinda set the tone between me and Cindy for the year… go figure.

I heard squealing tires and Mickey came walking into the bedroom. “WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“I didn’t do anything. I came in here and she was working without her shirt. She turned around to show off her tits and nipples. I told her to be careful where she swung those things they could be dangerous. She screamed, grabbed her shirt, and ran.”

“Great, now I have to go chase her down!”

“No, Cindy needs to deal with her problems and we have a truck to pack. Call her mom so she knows what is going on and let’s start loading”

Mickey grumbled a little and went to call Cindy’s mom. So much for a wild day today. Al least I got to watch the camel toe and nipples from the front, and the cheek spreader from the rear. I’d swear it was thin enough I could see her ass when she bent over. We started packing the truck with me getting an almost silent treatment from Mickey until Cindy’s mom called back that Cindy had arrived home and went straight to her room. The mood lightened up a bit after that. While we were hauling the last of the boxes, I got into her toy box for a look. Mickey had quite a collection. I grabbed a plug and slipped it into my pocket for later.

“We got it loaded up pretty quickly. Anything else we need to care of?” I said as I looked at her nipples standing out.

“I have several things that need to be taken care of, but there’s only one problem.” She said as she fiddled with the strap of her outfit.

“What’s that?”

“Well in order to get this taken care of,” as she slid a finger down to her soaking wet and almost transparent crotch, “I have to take the whole thing off.”

“So where’s the problem?” I grinned.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” As she peeled her outfit off.

“How’d you ever get into that thing?”

“It took a while”, she said as she rolled it down her waist, “But I don’t see any complaints,” she said looking at my cock tenting my shorts. “Now give me a hand with the last of it.” She lay back on the floor and pointed her legs toward me to peel the rest of it off. I almost fell on my ass as last of it slid down her legs and it finally came off. As I turned back around, Mickey laid with her knees up and spread was reaching down to her pussy, spreading herself in an open invitation. “Is this something you can take care of?”

“Oh yeah.” As I peeled off my t-shirt and slid my shorts down.

“Good, now put the cock in her and make me flood!”

She was so wet I slid right in and began sucking on her nipples while we had a nice leisurely fuck. Not too fast and not too slow, but enough to take care of things pretty quickly.

“That was nice Danny, but we have a problem.”

“What’s that?”

“I packed all the towels. All I have out is the shirt and thong I was going to wear on the trip over.”

“I think I have a solution.” She gave me a funny look as I grabbed my shorts, and an even funnier look when I pulled the medium sized plug out of the pocket. “Pull your knees up as far as you can.”

With her pulled up, I slid out and then popped the plug in in place. “Now bring your knees together before you let your legs down.”

“Oh now that’s a nice feeling. Your load in me and a plug to keep it in. Where do you come up with these ideas?”

“Not sure, something just came to me.” I won’t even say I did the same thing to Tiffany yesterday.

We laid there for a few minutes facing each other. Me playing with her nipples and her stroking my semi-hard cock. “Danny, we need to talk about something.”

OH SHIT… THE TALK. “OK, anything in particular.”

“Where are we going?”

“Well over to the new apartment in a little while…”

“That is not what I mean, and you know it!”

“Oh you mean US…”

“Yeah, I mean US.”

“Well we get along pretty well, and the sex is really good.”

Mickey turned all shades of red for a few minutes and then finally asked, “The girls at work have said you’ve had a few girlfriends, but then all of a sudden they are gone. What’s up with that?”

This was going to be one of ‘those’ conversations. Well I kinda liked her, and if it was going to work out this was something we were going to have to talk about anyway. “Basically my problem with some of the other girls was their tendency to play female games. That is something I don’t put up with.”

“Female games?”

“Yes… Female games. You need me to elaborate?”

“Definitely.”

“OK, One; I am who I am. If you feel the need to change me you need to find someone else. Two; don’t lie to me. That includes lies of omissions. Don’t tell me we’re having a nice supper tonight and ‘forget’ to tell me your parents are coming over. Three; If WE have a problem then WE talk about it. If you have to talk about it to a friend or your mother first then it is YOUR problem not OUR problem. And don’t wait a month to talk about something and expect me to come up with immediate answers or even remember what the problem was.” I think I came on a little strong with the last one because Mickey kinda pulled back a little. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so forceful.”

“So I take it you’ve had a few bad experiences?”

“Yea, you could say that… couple that with trying to find someone that doesn’t need to hide their figure and it gets nearly impossible.”

“Huh?”

“Well like you, for the most part you don’t mind showing some cleavage, letting your nipples show a bit at home or wearing form fitting jeans around the house. I enjoy looking at your figure, hell I enjoy looking at women in general.”

“No kidding…” She giggled

“Yea, but I look at it this way. If you want to dress to hide your figure then you have no reason to give me shit about looking at other women.”

“I don’t know… even if we’re a couple or married?”

“I didn’t say touch or play with, I said look. And in my book, if you dress or behave one way, and then do something different after we get together and you’ve ‘hooked’ me, it’s the same as lying to me because you were putting on a false show to get me. That goes for sex as well. What we do now before we get together, we keep doing. A ‘we’ve been together long enough I don’t have to do that anymore’ attitude, will get you out the door quicker that anything”

“OK…”

“Like I said… female games. I don’t have a need or the time for them.”

Sooooo, back to my first question… what about US?”

“Well we get along good, and you don’t hide your figure… much.”

“Much?”

“Well, for the most part you don’t mind the low neck lines and form fitting jeans. I love a little camel toe and jeans that are cheek splitters. But then most women don’t have too much problem with that. I wish you would let your nipples stand out more when you’re not at home though.”

“I guess I could live with that…” she said hesitantly.

“Really… OK, how many padded bras do you have compared to unpadded and unlined?”

“Well…”

“Do you even own any half cup or open nipple bras?”

“WHAT!?”

“That’s what I thought… Most women think wearing a lacy bra under a top thick enough you have no idea it’s there qualifies. Or what about the lacy black bra lined with a tan liner to try to make it look like an unlined bra… who do you girls think you are fooling?”

“But…”

“Yes I like your butt, but we’re talking tits and nipples right now.” Mickey just looked at me with her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Come on and put your shirt and thong on, we have to get this stuff over to the new place and get it unloaded so I can get the truck back.”

“OK, but we’re not done with this conversation.”

“Anytime Mickey, anytime.”

“OK, meet you over at the new place.” She pulled her thong on and slipped her button up shirt on, only doing up a few buttons. “How’s this?”, she asked, flashing her tits as she went out the door.

Not bad I thought to myself, but I bet she doesn’t even realize she’s wearing a shirt with two pockets to hide her tits.

I closed the door and went out to the truck. Mickey waived as she went by in my van while I was climbing up into the truck. I made the drive over thinking about Mickey driving in a shirt and thong with a plug in her pussy. I bet she’ll be wound up real nice by the time we get things unloaded.

I got to the new place and backed up to the balcony, then went inside to remove the railing. “MICKEY”

“I’m in here, will be out in a minute.”

I slid the bed and frame into the living room. That is what room was left after Tiffany and Nicole had been going through things. Once I made a path to Mickey’s room, I grabbed the dolly and started moving boxes, getting the last one out as the sun was setting. Mickey was coming out as I was going in with a stack and we almost collided. She was still in her shirt and thong, but the shirt was now completely unbuttoned giving a nice glimpses of tits and nipples as we unloaded the boxes.

“I have to take the truck back, you want to follow me back in my van? We can stop and get your car on the way back.”

“Tiffany and Nicole are getting my car, so all we have to do is take the truck back.”

“OK, let me close up the truck and we can go.”

She followed me to drop off the truck and was sitting in the passenger seat waiting on me after I left the keys in the night drop box.

Once I climbed in Mickey swiveled the captain’s chair to face me and put one leg on the back of my seat and the other on the dash and opened her shirt. “Lost your thong did you?” as I looked down at her plug filled pussy.

“Nope, left it at home. You mind?”

“Not at all, but I have something else you need to work on.” As I pulled my shorts down and stroked my hardening cock. “You have a problem with a mobile blow job?”

“Nooooo, I… I just never did one.”

“Same thing as in bed, but with a little less room to maneuver.”

She thought about it a bit and then slowly said “OK” and then kneeled down between the seats and began a nice slow but serious blowjob as we made the short drive back to the apartment.

I reached down to fondle her left tit as encouragement and it worked. Cupping her tit and twirling her nipple and she was doing her very best to inhale my cock. After a few minutes I had to let her know. “You keep going and I’m going to cum.” All I got was a “Mmmmmm” in response and a renewed effort to attempt to stuff my cock further down her throat. “I’M CUMMING.”

Mickey began swallowing as fast as she could. I have to give it to her, she kept up pretty well, but some managed to dribble out and onto her tits and nipples. A little even hit her shirt. “How was that?”

“That was fantastic. See you had nothing to worry about, but we’ll have to wait until we get back to the apartment for me to return the favor.”

“Oh, I’m going to hold you to that!”

Mickey reached for some napkins to wipe her mouth and then started to wipe her chest. I grabbed her wrist. “Leave it, it looks so sexy.”

We rode the last bit with her sitting there spread for me to look at with cum on her chest. Man what a sight. She buttoned a couple of the lower buttons enough to keep her shirt closed to get into the apartment. As soon as she got in the apartment she turned to walk backwards and opened her shirt. “Now what was that about returning the favor?”

“How about a nice shower and then we continue this some more?”

“Works for me. You going to make sure all the right parts are nice and clean?”

About that time Tiffany came in from her bedroom. “And if he doesn’t, let me know girl. You look nice and tasty with all that man frosting!”

“TIFFANY!” Mickey screamed as she pulled her shirt closed and ran for her bedroom.

“Nice work getting her to wear a plug by the way. Keep something in her and commando if you can and it will keep her ready all the time.” Tiffany said with a wink as she disappeared back into her room. Hmmmm so Tiffany goes both ways, didn’t think of it, but after the last few days it doesn’t surprise me.

I was walking into the bedroom and heard the shower go on. I stripped down and went into the bathroom. Mickey had just gotten the water right and was reaching down to remove the plug when I came in. “Ah ah ahhhh. No just popping it out. Either leave it in ’til the end of the shower or sit back and show me as you pull it out.”

“You want me to do what?!!”

“Like I said earlier. I’m not looking for a woman that wants to hide her figure, or her sexuality for that matter”

Mickey hesitated for a second and then said, “Well I need to get it out, so how do we do this?”

“Lean back and spread your legs” I said as I began stroking my cock in front of her. She licked her lips and then did just that. “Now SLOWLY pull it out. You can even put it in and out a bit, but when it’s completely out sit there for a few seconds and feel you pussy draining everything I put in earlier. OK?”

Mickey reached down and gradually pulled it out. Just as I thought, as the thickest part slipped free she couldn’t resist sliding it in and out for a couple of times and then pulled it free. There was a slight delay and then everything from earlier came oozing out, running down the crack of her butt to her ass before dripping off into the toilet. Her eyes flew open. “Oh that is almost too much. I could almost cum again just from feeling it running out of me.”

“Maybe another time I’ll make you cum from that, but I’ll put several loads into you over the course of a day to drain all at once. Make you walk around with a plug and a few loads in you in a short skirt and no underwear?” Mickey got a hungry, wild she cat look on her face and dove onto my cock I was stroking right in front of her. “Oh you like the idea of being my sex slave do you?”

“I’m not completely sure yet, but we can discuss it later. Right now we need to finish the shower so we can continue this in bed!” She stood up and I got a gorgeous sight of cum still dribbling down her thigh.

“Damn that looks sexy!”

Mickey looked back at me looking at her. “Men; you just like marking your territory don’t you?”

“Not sure if it’s my territory yet, but I have no problems in marking it if need be.”

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(Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we’re living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it’s all in good fun. This story is highly serialized, and though it’s not 100% necessary to have read the whole story up until this point to enjoy the content of the chapter, it’s definitely advisable to understand some of the ongoing plots.)

(Author’s Note: I know it’s been a long, hard road to get here, but at last the Christmas arc of SYM comes to an end. Thank you all for your patience in this long, strange arc; going forward I’m aiming to have some less complex arcs so I can get chapters out to you sooner. I’d like to again thank MisterWildCard for acting as a second set of eyes on this chapter and for his honest editing and fantastic suggestions, especially for this chapter that had some language I definitely needed to clear up. Please check out his story, “Brooke’s Wild Ride” in Erotic Couplings, as it acts as a canonical side story to Senior Year Memories starring Regan Hills High’s favorite blonde cheerleader.)

Previously, on Senior Year Memories: 18-year-old Ryan Collins’ quest to do something nice for each of the nineteen women he’s had sex with this senior year before Christmas has continued at a swift pace. When Addison Gonzalez called on him to make a sex tape for revenge against her vile ex, Kyle Bowman, Ryan was all too glad to help. His goth girlfriend Josie Wong revealed that she’d be leaving town for a few weeks after Christmas to spend time with a sick family member, but still promised to help Ryan provide cosplayer Mallory Dourif with quality glamour shots. Wanting to make sure he checked Josie off his list before it was too late, Ryan sought out her estranged best friend, emo rocker Mia Roth, and convinced the two to reconnect. Then he had sex with her, because this is that kind of story. Returning home exhausted, Ryan ended his day by exchanging notes through the window with the pretty and mysterious new girl who moved in next door.

With four names remaining on his list for good deeds, will Ryan be able to finish in time for Christmas?

Names Remaining on Ryan’s Christmas List: Jade, Kaitlyn, Nadia, Sophie

***

I’d been at this for almost a month now, and with only a few days left to do my last few good deeds before Christmas, I was finally seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. I’d spent a lot of money, run myself ragged and had some pretty amazing sex, but with a few days left and still time to screw something up, I was being careful.

Unfortunately, the words “careful” and “Kaitlyn Pruitt” very rarely went together.

As usual when we were together, Kaitlyn and I were in my room, and we were naked. With her tight cheerleader’s body, round ass, DD tits that just begged to be sucked on, and straight, silky black hair, she was a knockout by all definitions. The kind of girl I’d have never dreamed about seriously being with, to be honest. We shouldn’t have been in the same room together, let alone naked in the same room together, and yet here we were. If it weren’t for that fateful tutoring session back in early September when she tried to take a shortcut out of tutoring by offering me a handjob that escalated into so much more, I’d have had a much different year.

To say I owed her a lot would be an understatement, and on any other day I’d have had her on the bed, screaming with pleasure as I gave her every bit of my ten-inch long, thick cock. She loved it, I loved it, we both looked forward to those moments when we’d get to fuck each others’ brains out.

I don’t think she expected that today’s “tutoring” would involve me handing her a hefty multiple choice test, one that I made her take and then graded in front of her. The Kaitlyn I’d started out this experience with would’ve probably been flirting with me, distracting me and trying to play to my sympathies to get some extra points. That I’d seen Kaitlyn completely naked and laid bare, that I knew her as well as I knew any of my other best friends these days, let her know that none of these would work.

While I sat and graded her test, she sat on the edge of the bed looking worried.

Utterly gorgeous and lusciously naked, of course, but worried.

When I finally tallied up her results, I set the test down.

“So, I graded your test…” I said, my voice completely even.

Without even waiting for me to finish, she darted up from the bed angrily. “And I failed, right? I fucking failed your goddamn history test because it’s bullshit, right? It’s bullshit that I’d ever learn anything because I’m not the kind of girl who learns anything, because all I’ve got is a hot body and some slutty skills and that’s all that I’m made for, right? You tried to teach me and I didn’t learn shit about your precious American Revolution or Civil War or New Deal because I can’t learn! I’m stupid and I suck at this and…”

She trailed off, but I gaziantep escort could see that she was on the verge of tears. This wasn’t exactly what I intended when I made this test as her Christmas gift, but knowing Kaitlyn this was something that I should’ve expected. She was bright, but had a tendency to underestimate herself as so many others had. I wanted this test to be hard, but also a way of showing how far we’d come in our tutoring sessions together.

That’s why I smiled when I tossed the test onto my bed.

“Ninety-two percent,” I said.

Kaitlyn looked down at it. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not joking,” I said.

She looked down at the test, then flipped through the pages looking for all of my red marks to verify that I had indeed graded her down.

“With the exception of one question I gave an extra point on because I fucked it up while writing it (since this is the first test I’ve ever written), you got ninety-two percent. It’s not quite an AP exam, but I tried to make it close, and you need to brush up more on your Cold War history, but if this were a real test, you’d have gotten an A,” I said.

She looked down at the test, then back at me, then back down at it so she wouldn’t have to look at me. “I bet you’re proud of yourself, aren’t you? Accomplishing the impossible?”

“I’m more proud of you,” I replied. “When Mrs. Lynn first told me I was going to tutor you, I thought you’d be hopeless. When you and I first started for real, I knew you had it in you even when you were fighting me every inch of the way. Somehow, despite your best efforts otherwise, you managed to learn something from our time together other than how many orgasms you were capable of having during a study session.”

I meant this last part as a joke, but not the rest of it. Kaitlyn, for all of her arrogance, was someone I knew to have a lot of doubts about herself. The gift of a test where she could show herself how much she truly knew was admittedly one of my stranger ideas, and one that I didn’t fully know how she’d take, but it was one I felt a great fit for her.

I watched her look at that test a while longer, formulating the rest of her words before she fully knew what she was going to say.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Her eyes, still uncertain, had a brightness to them that I liked. Maybe she still had a hard time believing in herself, but having someone else believe in her was a step in the right direction.

“No problem,” I said. Then, deciding to end on a joke, I added, “Now if only we could get your grades up in your other classes…”

“One battle at a time,” she said, her voice brightening by the moment as she approached me while I sat in my desk chair.

“I did it. I did it. I can do it. I can do it… FUCK YEAH!” she cheered with greater enthusiasm as her victory sunk in, jumping up and down and twirling around excitedly. Tits bouncing with every step, she jogged over to me, hopping into my lap and kissing me enthusiastically.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she exclaimed, shaking her hips slightly in my lap. Her pussy, though not quite wet yet, rubbed against my already very hard cock, and she was groaning at the contact.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close and getting a hold of as much of her large breasts as I could while I kissed her. Kaitlyn cooed, especially as I started to grind up against her more, searching for entry.

“This is good, but we can do better,” she said, disentangling herself from my arms and going over to retrieve something from the nightstand.

“Better?” I groaned needily.

“Better,” she said, proudly showing off one of my extra bottles of lube.

“Right, better,” I amended, understanding her logic entirely.

Kaitlyn knelt between my legs, playfully licking and sucking on my cock for a few seconds before squeezing a large dollop of lube into her hands.

I yelped from the cold as she placed her lubed hands on my cock and started expertly jacking up and down. Though her body and individual skills may not have matched some of the extremes of other girls I’d been with, that Kaitlyn was one of the all-around hottest and most skilled girls I’d been with was close to indisputable. Pure porn star perfection, she handled my cock and balls so perfectly that she’d have been able to get me to do pretty much anything then and there.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass, aren’t I?” I asked.

“Uh huh,” Kaitlyn confirmed, standing up and turning around, squatting down over my cock. I helped hold her cheeks open wide while she angled herself down onto me, aiming her tight, almost cute little hole onto my massive erection.

“Yeeeeeeessssssssssss,” she hissed through gritted teeth as the well-lubed head first met resistance, then broke through. I was far less eloquent than her, grunting loudly with pleasure, for there were few pleasures in life quite like fucking Kaitlyn Pruitt’s perfect ass.

“Nobody believes in me, nobody’s ever believed in me, nobody but you,” she moaned as she took inch after inch of my cock in her tight ass.

“That’s not true. People believe in you. People love you,” I said.

“But nobody ever thought I was better than I thought I was, they always thought I was who I showed them. Why’d you believe in me?” she asked as she settled completely down on me, rocking her ass back and forth provocatively.

Reaching around her to grab her tits, pulling her in close, I kissed her passionately. “Because earlier this year, you took a chance on me. You believed I could be more than just another background nerd, that I was destined for more. You brought me into this new world I never thought I was worthy of. It seems that the least I can do is give you as many of the same opportunities as I can.”

Smiling joyfully, she kissed me. It was a long, sweet kiss, the kind bearing a sweetness that would’ve seemed completely foreign to Kaitlyn just a matter of months ago. It was a sweet kiss of thanks, of promises for many more adventures to come, of want, of desire, and yes, maybe a little love. It wasn’t love like what Josie and I had, but it was still nice all the same; definitely something past normal friendship (as if my cock buried in her ass weren’t a clue already).

Bracing her feet on the ground, Kaitlyn started to raise and drop herself on my cock. The look she gave me was one of pure lust, one that promised an encounter that was bound to be epic even by our usual standards. I dropped my hands from her tits to her hips for better support, and though I wanted to get lost in the moment, I couldn’t help but mentally check her name off my Christmas list.

X – ADDISON – X

X – BROOKE – X

X – HALEY – X

X – HOPE – X

JADE

X – JOSIE – X

X – KAITLYN – X

X – MALLORY – X

X – MARIE – X

X – MRS. LYNN – X

X – MRS. MCNEIL – X

X – MRS. SULLIVAN – X

NADIA

X – NOA – X

X – RACHEL – X

X – ROSE – X

X – SARAH – X

SOPHIE

X – TORI – X

Three to go, and only a few days left.

I could do this. Until then, I grabbed Kaitlyn Pruitt’s hips and prepared to fuck her for all she had.

***

The last day of school before Winter Break officially began looked like something out of a very festive post-apocalyptic movie. With classes more or less an afterthought at this point and a large portion of the school already called out “sick”, there was only a skeleton crew of students and staff shuffling around, waiting for the end of the day when everyone could hit the road.

If I wanted to, I could’ve taken this opportunity to ditch with a lot of my fellow senior class (and probably had some impressively wild sex with some of them), but with attendance as good as mine and old habits hard to break, I kept to school on that day.

It was fun in its own strange way, watching all the teachers as checked out as they were, like Mrs. Addams in English who just showed us How the Grinch Stole Christmas, or Sra. Lopez in Spanish who showed us How the Grinch Stole Christmas dubbed in Spanish. Mrs. Chan, my science teacher, at least had some creative fun by taking us out to the parking lot and launching a miniature plastic Christmas tree using a Diet Coke and Mentos bottle rocket. She got herself soaked in the process, but since Mrs. Chan had the kind of body that could make even a lab coat look good, I was hardly complaining.

Though I was enjoying the emptiness of the school and the half-assed festive environment that had taken over for the day, I was a man on a mission. I’d worked long and hard to check this next name off of my list, and I meant to check her off definitively. She wasn’t easy to impress, but I thought today I might have something that’d catch even her attention.

Well, I hoped I did anyway.

Shortly after the lunch bell rang, I walked purposefully over to the Puma Press offices. With the USB drive I’d taken from my backpack grasped tightly in hand, I took a deep breath and entered.

Yes, I know facing Nadia Barclay is nothing like facing whatever mythical beast it sounds like I was preparing to confront, but with how much I’d neglected my Puma Press duties this last month, I thought it didn’t hurt to be prepared.

When I went inside, the Puma Press offices were nearly empty. Nadia was, as ever, inside, hunched over someone’s shoulder while they sat at a computer. Though intense as ever, the dark-skinned beauty with her long hair, wire-rimmed glasses and expensive-but-not-too-expensive clothing gave this place an air of confidence that managed to make it feel so much more real and important than I thought a high school newspaper would ever feel.

The girl she hovered over was a slender brunette with short hair, a short-sleeved shirt that showed off a small tattoo on the inside of her left arm and a much nicer smile than she might’ve otherwise had for how close Nadia was to jumping in and doing the job for her.

Nica Dubois. I didn’t know her as well as a lot of other writers on the paper, but I was enjoying the show.

“I know what I’m doing,” Nica said evenly.

“Just because you do doesn’t mean I don’t,” Nadia said forcefully but professionally, reaching over to touch a key.

Gently, Nica pushed her hands away. “Were you jumping in on my text?”

“No… not quite,” Nadia said.

“Touch my text and you might get cut,” Nica said, her tone joking and her smile sweet yet some of the threat still real.

“You don’t have the balls,” Nadia returned.

“You don’t need balls to cut,” Nica replied sweetly.

I’d seen the two of them like this before, and while it always proved entertaining, I wasn’t here today for entertainment.

I cleared my throat. Nadia looked up, while Nica continued on what she was doing.

“Hey, Ryan,” Nadia said, not looking too terribly happy to see me.

“Saved by the penis,” Nica mused. “Could you keep her out of my hair for maybe… ten minutes, Ryan? That’s all I need to get this article past the point where even she can damage it. Take her to the Dark Room, tie her up, make her scream, I don’t care I just need that ten minutes.”

Nadia rolled her eyes. “Ever since Damon left and Nica got promoted to assistant editor, suddenly she’s all full of sass.”

“The sass was always there, just muted until I made my play,” Nica said. Through the reflection of the screen on her conservative glasses, I could see that she was making some pretty rapid progress.

“Congrats, Nica,” I said. “I didn’t come here today for… that, really…”

“Merde,” Nica muttered.

“…but I did come to talk to you, Nadia, if you’ve got a few minutes? Maybe ten?” I said, much to Nica’s amusement.

Nodding softly, Nadia said, “Yeah, I’d say it’s about time we had a talk. Let’s grab a table.”

Nadia and I navigated ourselves through the cramped quarters of the room before finding a table that was almost clean and far enough away from Nica to actually let her get her work done.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while,” I said.

“And I you,” Nadia replied. “A month ago, you and I had a talk about how what went down between Tori and you wouldn’t affect your work on the Puma Press. That if you did let it interfere with the operations of this paper, I’d make you regret your choices. Tori has held up her end of the bargain. You haven’t.”

“Need I remind you that I offered to quit?” I said.

“You did,” Nadia replied. “And maybe it was my mistake that I decided not to let you go. I like you Ryan; you’re a solid writer and really great in the sack, but I like to think I’m a woman of my word. I’ve seen barely more than a couple hundred words from you all December, not even a single interview, and yet my sources tell me you’ve been running around like a chicken with your head cut off doing everything but helping out the Puma Press. So, I’ve gotta ask you: is working on my paper something you really want to do, or must I find someone else to cover the Current Events section and make you regret your choices?”

This was it. The moment of truth.

I slid the USB drive across the table at her. Nadia picked it up.

“What’s this?” she asked.

I took a deep breath. “You said you haven’t seen more than a couple hundred words and any interviews with me since the beginning of the month, that right there is me making up for lost time. That’s a few thousand words and eight interviews. Good interviews with good (well, some of them are mostly good) people that with a little editing might meet even your lofty standards.”

Nadia toyed with it, obviously conflicted. She clearly wanted to be upset with me still for spending so much of the month off the grid, but having spent a good chunk of that time pulling together interviews with some of my sources might have had a way of making it up to her.

“I’m listening,” Nadia said.

I took another deep breath, not wanting to have to say this again if I could afford to. “Interviews with Mallory Dourif, Izzy Barnes and Mia Roth on their respective scenes: pro-cosplaying, pro-gaming and the indie music scene around Regan Hills in particular. An interview with Noa Kanzaki on what it’s like to be an aspiring Ninja Warrior, and one with Jade Alvarez about the insane level of charity work she’s done. For the less high-minded and niche crowds, I got an interview with the color guard captain, Daphne O’Connell, and even though it’s late one with our beloved Homecoming Queen, Addison Gonzalez. Probably my favorite, though, and one I think you’ll enjoy as well, is the Sarah Kent interview. From shy band girl to the newest Regan Hills High School senior cheerleader? It’s trite enough to be a teen movie all on its own yet perfect for us because it’s really happening. These are good stories; not enough to win awards on their own, but enough when put in a good high school paper with some other solid articles and amazing editing that it could be part of an award-winning team.”

I didn’t have to play to her ego, but it certainly didn’t hurt. The way she looked at the USB drive, I knew she was torn. On the one hand, she wanted to be upset with me for not pulling as much weight as I might have been around here for the last month, but on the other hand I’d just given her about two months or more of work to sift through. She knew I was good at this. Not great, but definitely good, and that of the eight interviews I’d done, at least a few of them would be worth publishing.

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At the end of second year of college, I got a job as an in-home therapist for kids with developmental issues. It was perfect for my child psychology major. One of my clients was a small family with the cutest boy you could imagine. Part of my job was to play with him and teach him life’s basics.

During my first week working with him, his dad came home during therapy. It was difficult to hide my attraction, but this being my job, I was able to stay professional. I found out he’s only a few years older than me because he started a family before going back to get his college degree. He’s got brown hair, green eyes, not overly muscular, tall, trim and very handsome. He also has a goatee with streaks of prematurely white hair in it. Let’s just say I was a bit damp between the legs — very awkward when working with children. He was always a gentleman, even the few times I accidentally flashed my panties by bending over a little too far.

One time his son accidentally hooked my top as he was climbing me. I was bent over and I’m almost positive dad saw all the way down my shirt to my pierced navel. Lots of girls have pierced belly buttons nowadays, but my mind went wild thinking dad had slutty thoughts about me, wondering where else I might have body art. I was scared he might get me fired for indecency, but at the same time I came hard that night dreaming he was thinking of me while drilling his wife.

It was a shame I could never act on my feelings. I loved my job too much. I also respected the wife too much. After all, the last thing she needed after raising a special needs child was a two-timing bitch wrecking her marriage. So, I was resigned to petting the kitty until I got a boyfriend to distract me. Nonetheless, I held a special place in my fantasies for “sweetheart daddy” as I secretly called him. I dreamt about his facial hair tickling my sun-kissed thighs, tongue buried deep in my snatch. I rubbed myself raw to this naughty image more than a few times in those days.

After a while, the boy aged out of the program, so I lost contact with that family for a few years. I had gotten my first serious boyfriend, but had to move on because he was getting a roving eye if you know what I mean. Good riddance to that bastard anyway. His package wasn’t all that big, but he had confidence. That made all the difference in the bedroom. He said he loved me then turned around and started screwing this bimbo a few units over. I did all kinds of nasty things in the bedroom I otherwise wouldn’t dream of to show my love. We even did it with the windows open a few times. Like I said, his confidence got me to comply and after a while I realized I craved the degrading acts just to please him.

Now that was over, I had my life to figure out and hadn’t been with enough guys to know other forms of love.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, so I’d gone to the park and was catching up on my reading when I got a text.

It was from the wife and read,

___________

“Hey Kimberly. It’s Mrs Downing. Well Ms Lancaster now. Anyway David and I broke up. He’s got no one else. Can you check on him?”

___________

I was stunned to say the least. Come to find out, they divorced because of differences in how to handle their son. She was worried because he had taken it pretty hard. He hadn’t shown up to work in a few days and very few people thought to check up on him. She thought of me because I was a familiar face, but removed enough from the situation to feel like a genuine friend to him.

I responded with my acceptance of the mission. I hurried home, freshened up and was on my way in just over an hour.

He kept the house after the divorce, so finding him was no problem. Instead of the family car, I pulled up to find a sports car in the driveway. ‘That’s different,’ I thought.

I smoothed my peach-colored floral summer dress around me as I stepped out onto the pavement. My red hair, in a single braid as it had been for years, draped across one freckled shoulder and down my chest. At 5′ 8″, I’m pretty tall for a girl. My long legs are quite distracting, so I generally wear long skirts when working. I love how silky skirts feel on my silky legs. I’m not particularly fond of how small my B-cup breasts are, but they fit my slender frame. As a busty girlfriend once told me, “At least they won’t sag so much when we’re old!” They are quite perky and capped with long, round nipples, which were hardening at the thought of the handsome older gentleman waiting through these doors.

My nose is rather prominent, more than I would like, but at least it helps me breathe when giving oral. So maybe I can’t do much with my tits, but I can make up for it with a deep blow- or rimjob. Yet another thing my boyfriend made me do. After I got used to the taste, I could make him blow his wad with just my tongue.

There was a nostalgic dampness building between my thighs that I dismissed as sweat from the ride over. But, honestly, being alone with this stud was getting gaziantep escort me excited. Good thing my dress allowed my fiery bush-covered pussy to air out a bit!

‘Kimmie,’ I reminded myself, ‘you’re here to help this man, who’s possibly depressed, possibly suicidal. Don’t make this about you!’

I rapped on the door, probably too meekly to be heard. Nerves were getting the better of me.

No answer.

I knocked a bit louder.

Silence.

Now, normally I wouldn’t do this, but this man could be a danger to himself in his unstable state, so I attempted the doorknob. It popped right open and its own weight creaked it halfway open.

“Hello?” I called out as I slipped past and rested my 110-pound frame against the latching oak door. Still nothing.

‘Maybe he’s not home,’ I thought.

Considering my options, to venture further into someone else’s home or give up and leave, I couldn’t bear the thought of being this close to helping this poor man but leaving him to wallow or worse.

With renewed determination, I puffed my chest and pushed on. I felt a jolt in my nipples when they rubbed the padding of my bra which made me realize they were noticeably rock hard. Guess it had been a while since I had a man. I pushed my horniness down to focus on the task at hand.

As I rounded the corner into the next room, all was quiet and dark. Calling his name, I came to the master bedroom. What I saw was shocking, but given the circumstances, I had to play it cool.

“Sweetheart Daddy” was lying naked on the bed. He was passed out in a landscape littered with beer bottles. He had not shaved for at least a week. One arm rested on his belly with one leg tucked underneath in a figure-four. There he was in all his circumcised glory. His man-meat hanging and curving left over his heaving ballsack. He wasn’t particularly hairy for a guy. I dreamed of seeing him naked, but seeing him this way also broke my heart.

I turned to leave the room to consider how to handle the situation when I heard him call out. Without turning, I responded, “Hi. I came to check on you…”

He was groggy and apologized for his condition, but also didn’t cover up. I spun and looked him dead in the eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

He chuckled. “Oh, Kimmy. That’s what I love about you. Always positive and encouraging. Even when you find a man alone with nothing left to lose.”

He seemed to remember his modesty when he recapped the situation aloud. He looked around for anything to cover himself.

Before he could, I placed my hands on either side of him at the foot of the bed. His eyes darted to my cleavage. “Don’t bother. I’ve already seen it. Besides, this is your house. I should be apologizing for intruding.”

“I should get dressed,” he stammered.

“You know what?” I asked.

He looked at me dumbfounded.

“Let me cheer you up.”

“Just go. I’m not worth the time. My wife, er, ex-wife doesn’t like how I raise my children. My job is going nowhere. I’m going to shit. I’m a failure and I don’t want to do this anymore,” he confessed. “Thank you, but I’m right where I deserve.”

The situation was worse than I thought. Sadness welled up inside me. But when I looked at the beautiful man before me, and despite a bit of a gut he was beautiful, I swallowed it into anger, which morphed into lust out of the love I had for this man. Besides, he had a thick cockhead and a hefty pair displayed right now. God, had my ex turned me into such a slut?

I crawled the rest of the way onto the bed, my skirt flowing over him. He straightened his legs to allow me access. I hovered over him a moment, scared of losing control. What was I scared of? He was single. So was I. It was hard to shake the feelings from the professional relationship we once had. I moved in before regret could settle in.

Our lips met, awkwardly at first, but we both warmed to the idea. This was the first kiss for either of us since our respective breakups.

Had I come with the intention of bedding this man? No, of course not. But this was an opportunity to express my love for him. Not to mention, I knew nothing made a man feel better than a woman devoting her body to him. And I wanted to devote every inch. I began to see him in a new light.

As I pulled away, saliva falling away from our parting lips, I admitted, “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“What? Kiss a man?” He teased.

“No, you goof. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first saw you.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

The question wasn’t what I was expecting.

“No, I’m just saying that,” I drenched as much sarcasm as I could muster into those words. “Yes! You’re gorgeous.” He was blushing by this point. It was actually pretty adorable. My hand traced his bare chest where one of his covered mine. I noticed his cock flip itself over to rest against his belly and pulsed as it continued to grow.

“Kimmy, I don’t know that I can be with a woman right now.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re going gay on me,” I deflected. “I mean it’s cool as long as you let me watch.” I winked then giggled as I fell into him.

“It’s just so fresh that I- I just don’t-“

“Your friend says otherwise.” We both looked down. “Close your eyes.” My fingers led his eyelids as I interrupted him. “You don’t have to decide anything right now. This isn’t a commitment. Just relax and let Red make you feel good for a minute.”

“Red?”

“Shhh.” A finger over his mouth shushed him.

I began by kissing him again, then his cheek, then his chest. Then my mouth was at his stiffened manhood. I inhaled him. Its pungent odor drove me wild. My red nails scratched a path down his torso.

I opened wide to suck his balls into my hungry mouth. With the assistance of my tongue, I ever-so-gently swirled them around. There wasn’t much room because of their considerable size, but the sensation clearly drove him crazy. Each suck pressed his dick along the length of my face, tapping the engorged cap over the bridge of my nose along my forehead. His erection dotted a pre-cum trail across the top of my face. His dick was as long as my freckled face and I couldn’t wait to have it inside of me, but my ex-boyfriend’s training enlightened me how to build the intensity.

“Oh, Suze…” he murmured her pet name. I barely heard it.

The accidental name slip didn’t bother me. It didn’t matter who he thought was making him feel good as long as he did.

His balls popped out of my mouth. “Oh,” he exclaimed, “Suzy hasn’t done anything like that for a long time.”

“If she had, maybe the two of you would still be together.” I was full of regret as soon as I said it, but he laughed it off. We both laughed. Probably the first time he smiled since before the breakup.

My mouth returned to his. He could probably taste his balls on me as I dug my nails deep into his chest. His dick was pressed between our bodies, enticing me again to impale myself, but I resisted. Being fully clothed helped, but again, this dress gave easy access. My ex often took full advantage from the day I bought it.

Our eyes remained locked as my mouth returned below his waist. I licked the underbelly of his shaft then swallowed the head. He tensed and gasped with pleasure. After a moment bobbing on his cock, he squeezed my shoulders. My green eyes returned to lock on his. Our genitals both moistened as he watched me orally worship him and I loved him memorizing me doing it.

My hands replaced my lips for a while, so I could study his expressions better. Once I found the sweet spot beneath the frenulum, I twisted my fingers around it and watched his eyelids flutter in pure pleasure. I doubled down by encasing his balls with my mouth again, eyes locked on him so I could witness his building orgasm.

Next, I decided to enhance his experience by giving him more of what men really want… visual stimulation. My dress was fairly low cut, but my tits are not big enough to simply flop out. I lowered the straps, reached into my bra and pulled them out. The exposed air puckered my nipples, so I pinched them to send a shock of euphoria through my slim frame. I nearly orgasmed on the spot.

Daddy’s eyes suddenly came back into focus at the sight of my freckled, topless chest. Something came alive in him. He sat up to engulf me. Hands were all over me as he rammed his tongue down my throat. He clawed at my exposed back and kneaded my tits. His strong hands encircled my arms and squeezed my sides.

I had him at this point, now I needed to maintain control. I couldn’t let him dominate. That would end it too soon. I didn’t want this to be a moment, I wanted this to change his entire outlook on life.

His dick was slobbering all over my chest. I wriggled free. He fought for dominance, but without a word, I was able to convince him it would be worth letting me slip back down between his muscled thighs.

I placed his hardon between my breasts, spit on it, and buried it between them.

Well, it didn’t take long before I could tell it wasn’t going to work. Damn, these tiny titties! Times like these it pays to have a little prick. Daddy was too big for a proper tittyfuck from yours truly.

I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Daddy needed more. Again, he grabbed me. This time he lifted me clear above the bed on top of him. He tore my dress the rest of the way off by the straps and my bra went with it.

He sat up, intent on ravaging me, but I sat on his chest. I couldn’t let him take over. Not yet.

There I sat, in nothing but soggy, ruined panties. I slid them off and held them across his mouth. Laughing, I said “Hmm. You look so good gagged. Maybe I should tie you up to settle you down.”

Daddy responded, “Is that how you would cheer me up?”

“Partly.”

I flung my ruined panties across the room.

It was time. I lifted my ass to guide his cock inside of me. Although it was big, I was more than ready. It slid in easily. I shuddered with its size. Daddy was bigger than my ex. His pubes were tickling my cunt as my ass came to rest on his balls. I looked down to see him disappear beneath my fiery triangle. I thought how pretty that pussy looked engulfing him as I rested my hands on his chest.

“It’s so big. You’re splitting me open,” I practically whispered, barely able to form words over the feeling of his cock massaging my swollen inner lips. I swear he grew another inch when I said that. He was stretching me, hitting all the right places and soon I would be a babbling pile of redheaded orgasm.

I lifted my arms above my head and ran my fingers through my hair as I rode him. My tits bobbled wildly with each thrust. His fingers dug into my sides, riding higher with each pounding until his hands palmed my breasts and squeezed. That was the first orgasm he gave me.

Because of my ex, I thought I needed it rough to orgasm, but with Daddy I only needed a touch.

When my tits bounced right out of his grip, his hands fell to my lightly tanned thighs that were straddling him where he traced lines inside to my gushing pussy and back to my knees. Then he switched to taking fistfuls of my ass, which slowed my pace, but I loved submitting to him.

Without warning, he pulled me into his chest and thrust his tongue down my throat. He took over pounding my pussy from underneath me. I became puddy when a second orgasm washed over me. He took control, but at least I made him work for it.

He rolled us over and I stared helplessly up at him. That’s when he flipped me over and grabbed my hips to lift my ass. I curled my legs beneath me for support.

He turned on the juice to hammer me relentlessly. His balls smacked my cunt audibly. They were faster than machine gun fire, so constant I could no longer feel time between thwacks. Then he spanked me, gently at first because I think his aim was off with how fast we were moving, then harder and more frequently and with two hands until he was drumming a sexy beat into my reddening ass cheeks. I was close to a third orgasm, but there was something else I knew would put me over the edge.

“Pull my hair,” I ordered.

“Huh?” He couldn’t hear over the whipping he was giving me, so he stopped the spanking, but not the hard fucking.

“Pull-my-hair-God-damn-it!” I shouted between thrusts. I needed to cum so bad.

He leaned over to grab my braid, which pressed his cock deep into my cervix. I moaned in pleasure.

“Oh, this little bitch likes her hair pulled?”

“Yes!”

“Who’s a slut for this cock?”

“I am!”

“I can’t hear. Who’s a whore, whose only purpose in life is to satisfy this dick?”

“Me!”

“Say it!” He was pulling my braid, which craned my head back to allow my tits to swing wild and free.

“I’m a bitch-whore who needs your cock in me at all times! Please fill me up! Please! Oh God, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

“Fuck right you are! Who’s a whore?”

“M-m-m-me,” I stammered.

“Who?”

“Me!”

Smack! He smacked my ass.

“No, who? Who wants this dick?” He demanded.

“Red! Red is a whore for this big cock!”

He began grunting as he proclaimed, “I’m going to cum!”

My head had melted under the pillow he had drilled me into. I dropped onto the floor next to the bed. He had a confused look for a second until I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He took aim and pumped a gallon of semen onto my filthy, eager, cumbucket face. After his balls were drained he fed me his drippy cock and I happily sucked our cum off. He was sensitive from cumming, which meant he twitched and giggled as my mouth cleaned him.

When he was done creaming my face, still catching his breath, he contrasted, “Suzy never let me cum on her face.”

I smiled triumphantly and licked the cum from my lips.

“Maybe she’d still be here if she had.”

Unknown to him, my ex- made me take his cum on my face and clean his dick with my mouth or just swallow (something I never dreamed of and wasn’t fond of because his jizz tasted terrible). As I discovered today, not all semen is created equally.

It was my turn to pass out from the intense fuck session. As I drifted off to Daddy walking to the shower, I smiled at the difference I had made. His dirty talk was a sign his confidence was returning. Sometimes all a man needs is to feel alpha, even if only for a minute in the bedroom. Red was a happy girl.

A few days later, I received a text from “Sweetheart Daddy”:

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“Thank you for the rescue. Dinner on Saturday?”

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Attached was a picture of me sleeping naked on his bed, still plastered in cum, captioned “Angel” with angel emojis. He must have snapped it after getting out of the shower and finding me still sprawled across his bed. If I’m honest, that text coming from someone else would have flipped me out, but he needed motivation. I considered it a momento. As long as it kept him going or made him happy, that was all that mattered. Besides, a part of me got excited at the prospect of such a revealing pic of me out there.

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“Saturday @ 7”

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Today is the day I will seduce you… my boss. As I stand here in the bathroom plucking up the courage to make this happen, I remind myself that other than the long conference call you are currently engaged in your schedule is otherwise clear of appointments. Meaning we shouldn’t be interrupted in your penthouse office. An obvious advantage of having the entire upper floor as your office suite.

I’ve been working at your company as your assistant for 3 months now. Three long months of crackling sexual chemistry. I’ve tried so hard to remain professional, but I cant help but notice the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking. The barely concealed lust in your eyes. I vividly remember the morning I accidentally dropped that stack of papers in your office. Do you think I didn’t hear that groan fall from your lips as I knelt before you, ass in the air as I bent to pick them up? Oh I heard it, it shot straight to my clit. Too bad your phone rang at that exact moment.

I’m not usually so forward, but three months of wanting you is driving me crazy with need. I know you aren’t seeing anyone, and there is also the benefit of you being the founder of the company. You can do whatever, or whoever, you want. Oh, the fantasies I’ve had about your 6’3″ muscular frame. You make a suit look sooo good, and the two days’ worth of stubble you came in with this morning is doing things to me. I can’t help but imagine that stubble lightly grazing my inner thighs.

I check myself over one more time in the mirror. I’m dressed to impress today, my white blouse and black pencil skirt displaying my curves perfectly, my legs elongated even further by the black pump heels i wear. I look professional, but with an underlining hint of naughtiness i have a feeling you will enjoy.

I quietly enter your office, locking the door behind me. You are sitting in your custom made executive chair, looking out at the impressive view from the floor to ceiling window. The phone is cradled against your ear, and you spin in your chair to face me as you hear me approach. I make sure to subtly sway my hips as I walk towards you, a flirtatious smile on my lips. You raise one of your perfect dark eyebrows at me, silently appraising me.

You are seated a fair distance away from your desk and I take the opportunity to perch myself cross legged on the edge of the solid handmade desk. You continue your conversation on the phone, but I notice the question in your eyes. I slowly run my fingertips from the top of my heel, up my calf to my thighs, where I slowly drag my skirt up. You sit mesmerized and shocked as I reveal my intent to you. Your hungry gaze burns into my flesh, salivating at the nude thigh high stockings I wear, and you gulp visibly when I spread my legs wide. Your eyes drag up to my glistening centre. Yes, I’ve been very naughty and forgot to wear my panties to work.

I slowly undo the buttons on my blouse. It opens to reveal a gaziantep escort lacy lavender bra, you can clearly see my nipples are hard through the delicate fabric. I hold my pointer finger up to my lips, daring you to stay quiet. I’m emboldened by the fact you have made no move to stop me. On the contrary, you look riveted to the spot, desperate to see what I will do next while the person on the other end continues to talk. You answer them at the appropriate times, I’m impressed by your multicasting skills. I love the power I have over you right now. On any other day you are the picture of control and authority. Right now though, you are mine.

You lean forward to touch me but I put my heeled foot up to stop you, pressing the toe against your firm chest. I bite my lip and slowly reach down to my aching pussy, it hasn’t slipped your attention that I’m so wet my juice is dripping onto your desk. I draw my fingers through my bare lips, a breathy sigh escaping my mouth. Your eyes slam to mine and the look you give me drives me wild before you return to watching me touch myself. I slide my fingers up to my clit, circling the little bundle of nerves. I’m already so close to release. To know that you are watching me, desperate to touch me but having to stay on the phone call, is such a turn on. I dip a finger inside my cunt, pushing deep inside. It isn’t enough, so I add another finger. But I’m still not satisfied, it’s your cock that I crave. I can see it straining against your dress pants, the bulge massive. I go back to my clit, circling faster and faster. I’m so close, so fucking close, panting on top of your desk but being careful to keep silent. I clamp my eyes closed and then suddenly I’m coming, my pussy spasming as pleasure bursts through me. I reach my hand up to my mouth and suck those two fingers inside, swirling my tongue around them, tasting my juices.

I open my eyes to see your eyes glued to me, your body shaking with lust. A lazy smile graces my lips, I slide off the desk and crawl to you like a lioness going in for the kill. I run my hands up your legs as you answer in small talk on the phone. I stroke my fingers over your bulge, you are hard as steel and straining to be released from the confines of your slacks. I undo the zipper and drag your pants and boxer briefs down your legs, you slightly lift your hips to make it easier for me. My eyes bulge as I see your cock in all its glory for the first time. It’s the most perfect dick I’ve ever seen. Thick and long, at least 9 inches, and throbbing with need. I notice a bead of precum glistening at the tip. I lean forward and lick it from the tip of your cock. You taste delicious, slightly salty and all male. A soft moan escapes my lips at the taste and I see your fists clench in response. I take a long slow lick from the base of your cock, all the way up to the bulbous head.

You adjust yourself slightly in your seat. I wonder if you have fantasised about this moment as much as I have. I wrap my lips around the head of your dick, and begin to swirl my tongue around and around, then start lapping at the slit. You pull the phone away from your ear for just a moment, and let out a low groan. The sound goes straight to my clit. Once again I feel so turned on it’s almost as if my heartbeat is located in my clitoris. I sink down on your cock, taking as much of your length as I can into my warm mouth. I take that moment to look up at you through my lashes, the unbridled lust on you face is enough to make me moan. I lightly nibble up the side of your dick, soothing each little nip with a smooth lick of my tongue. My hand reaches down to your balls and I gently massage them with my soft fingers. They are heavy, full of cum and waiting to explode. I go back to sucking on your cock, taking more and more of your length each time until I can feel you at the base of my throat.

My mouth is wet and warm and servicing you mercilessly until I feel your large hand stroking my cheek. I look up at you again, your eyes are imploring me, your jaw is clenched tight. I know what you are trying to tell me without words. You are close to coming. I don’t let up though. I continue to suck your massive cock until I feel your thighs clench, the faintest of moans emanating into the surrounding air as your cum begins to fill my mouth. I swallow it down greedily, milking your cock for all its worth. I continue to lick the cum from your cock until your orgasm fully subsides and there’s not a trace of cum left. I sit back on my heels and smile at you as I lick my lips.

“Thank you Tim. I’ll look over those emails tonight and contact you tomorrow with my thoughts. That will be all for now.” You hang up the phone as I rise to my feet in front of you. For someone who just had every last drop of cum drained from them you look positively wrecked, and yet I could swear I can already see your cock beginning to get hard again. I hear the rumble in your chest as you prowl towards me, and then your lips are pressed to mine. Your teeth nip at my bottom lip and I whimper into your mouth. You slide your tongue into my mouth, lightly running it against mine.

Your large hands are running over my breasts, the firm pad of your thumb teasing my nipples. You pull the cup of my bra down, my taut nipples finally breaking free and pebbling further once exposed to the air. You lean down and suck the first one in to your mouth, before flicking your tongue over my peak. I run my fingers into your short dark hair and hold you against my chest as you lean over and pay my other breast the same attention. You reach down and grab me by the ass, lifting me easily and depositing me back on top of your desk. I grab at your tailored shirt and rip it open, buttons skittering everywhere, desperate to feel the hard plains of your chest. I run my nails over your defined pecs, feeling the light dusting of hair beneath my fingertips. You lay me flat on my back and I look up at you as you grasp your thick cock in your hand. You stroke yourself once, twice, before lining it up against my soaked pussy. You run your cock up and down along the length of my pussy as I writhe against you.

“You want my cock, naughty girl?” you grind out. I nod my head vigorously, “God yes, please, I need you inside me” I pant. You smirk at me, that sexy confident smirk, and slowly push the head of your cock inside me. Inch by glorious inch I feel you enter me, filling me so completely. You weren’t counting on me being as tight as I am, and I can see you concentrate hard as my pussy grasps you. You push further until you are seated in me to the hilt. I’ve never felt so full in all my life. You stay still for a moment, savouring the feeling of me wrapped snug around you, before you slowly withdraw, causing me to whimper at the loss. You thrust back in to me, a little harder this time and pleasure shoots through my body. But it’s not enough, I need more. “More please.” I beg.

“What do you want?” you grind out.

“Harder. Please fuck me harder,” I manage. You grab my hips and slam hard into me, causing me to cry out at the sudden force. It’s so much more than I’ve ever had before, and sooo much better. You begin at a punishing pace, thrusting all the way in and grinding your hips against my clit, before withdrawing almost all of the way, only to repeat the process over and over and over again. I can feel myself getting close again. I look down and notice your eyes are focused on where we are joined, your cock pounding my pussy. You reach down and start rubbing my clit in small circles and before I know it I am screaming, pleasure I’ve never known before exploding through my body. “Oh god, oh god yes! Yes! Fuck me!” My pussy spasms hard on your cock, sending you over the edge too. You slam into me a few more times before a long deep groan bursts from your throat and your dick starts shooting cum into me. Thick long spurts paint the inside of my pussy, I can feel you filling me to the brim. You shake with the force of your orgasm, riding out the waves of bliss.

We lay there for several minutes, entangled in each other whilst we wait for our breathing to return to normal. You withdraw your dick from me and I feel the loss of your member immediately. But still so very full with your cum, which is slowly starting to leak down my inner thighs. I button my shirt back up and smooth my skirt down over my hips. I look freshly fucked, but then you look no better. Your pants are still around your ankles and your shirt is in tatters, hanging limply from your shoulders. You’ve never looked so good. I lean in close, giving you another slow, hot kiss. I pull back and bite my bottom lip in a way that screams innocence, although you now know that I’m the furthest thing from it. “Thank you Sir” I offer, before turning and sauntering out of your office, leaving you to wonder what the hell just happened with your sex on legs assistant, and when can you do it again.

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