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Fiona married a wonderful much older man. Only more passion and excitement in her love life would make her new marriage perfect. Alistair saw his wife’s level of desire as a ‘bit of a problem’ and encouraged Fiona to obtain assistance. Seeking the help of Doctor Love on how to fulfil her needs, she pleasantly discovered how much he had in common with Richard.

I absolutely love coming to the Practice. It’s such a wonderful place to visit and the treatment and service is amazing. The building is a beautiful old terrace home and the furnishings and décor are just gorgeous. I’ve been a Guest of the Practice for a couple of months and I’m always excited about my appointments with Doctor Love. It’s funny really, getting excited about seeing your doctor but that’s what the Practice does for me. More like an exclusive club really, but where women come for treatment and personal services. The Practice Manager, Maddisyn, always makes me feel welcome. They treat me like a Guest and that’s part of the attraction.

Maddisyn placed a silver tray with a glass of wine on the coffee table. ‘Enjoy you drink Fiona.’

Daydreaming about a holiday in France, ‘Merci beaucoup,’ I replied returning her infectious smile as I sat on the couch in the Sitting Room.

‘Je ne savais pas que vous parliez français?’ She surprisingly replied with an amazing accent.

I felt a little embarrassed. ‘Sorry. I only know a few words from when I was at school, I sheepishly laughed and added, you don’t have a French accent?’

She delighting me with another of her smiles. ‘I’m not French but I love the language.’

‘I’d love to have a French accent,’ I sighed.

‘You méan, zumtheng lik zis?’ Maddisyn answered with a beautiful French twang.

‘Ooh yes!’ I exclaimed, grinning excitedly.

‘It’s not hard. I can give you some tips if you like,’ Maddisyn kindly offered.

I gladly accepted, looking forward to an opportunity to use the accent. Maddisyn explained that there is no letter h and it’s left silent. The letter z is used instead of th sound and er at the end of a word is pronounced air. A short i is replaced with a double ee. Umm or ahh equivalent in French is euh or euhh.

‘Would you like some cheese and biscuits with your wine?’ She kindly offered.

‘Euhhh . . . zat would bé lovely. You aré zo kind,’ bringing a smile to Maddisyn’s face.

Maddisyn was still laughing as she went to the kitchenette behind her desk at the other end of the room.

The Sitting Room has two luxurious couches with soft cushions in front of a magnificent white fireplace. I looked forward to enjoying an open fire in the cooler weather. The period furniture and furnishings match the building wonderfully. There’s a warm feeling with pastel colouring and decoratively papered walls with lovely paintings. Sunshine glistened through the lace in the bay window onto the chandelier hanging above. The scent of potpourri filled the air. It’s such a comfortable room for Guests to relax before seeing Doctor Love.

Maddisyn returned with a selection of cheese and fruit. ‘Doctor Love can see you anytime you’re ready.’

‘Zank you,’ I grinned, causing Maddisyn to softly laugh.

I have Alistair to thank for suggesting the Practice. He discovered it on the Internet. It sounded exclusive and expensive. He said I deserved the best. He’s such a darling. Soon to be celebrating our first anniversary, things are almost perfect. I love the maturity and security that comes with an older man and I’m sure he enjoys an attractive young blonde as his wife.

I was initially impressed by his work as an investigative forensic accountant and his lovely and expensive apartment. It was exciting dating and older successful man, a real silver fox. Then I came to appreciate how kind and thoughtful he was and I liked the way I was treated. I know my friends are envious of his charming gentleman manner and have come to accept the 18-year age difference.

Alistair’s quite handsome for 50 and with a body I just can’t get enough of. That’s really why I’ve been seeing Doctor Love. Alistair is too kind to say it, but he thinks I’m over sexed. We have our moments but he’s really a once a week type of man in the missionary position with the lights off, if you know what I mean? I’ve had more exciting lovers but I haven’t loved them like Alistair.

The sessions with Doctor Love have been wonderful in helping me understand Alistair’s approach to lovemaking and dealing with my sexual frustration.

As I sat enjoying my drink and cheese, I thought how Doctor Love reminds me of Alistair in many ways. He’s several years older but both are striking men with a healthy physique and share the same gorgeous smile. They’re both gentlemen and know how to treat a lady. It’s quite exciting having such a good-looking doctor. I’ve always had a bit of a ‘daddy thing’ when it comes to men. I feel more relaxed and secure and find them so much more interesting.

Maddisyn temporarily distracted me from my dreamy thoughts. ‘Would you Bostancı Escort like me to take the tray?’

‘Thank you. It was lovely. I’ll visit the lounge and then I’ll go through to Doctor Love.’

Maddisyn’s attractive and about in her mid-20’s with a lovely figure. I couldn’t help but notice the swing of her hips as she walked away. Maddisyn was smartly but conservatively dressed in a black and white patterned dress just above the knee and had a black jacket. How lucky to be working with the dreamy Doctor Love I thought?

I began to imagine how wonderful it would be working at the Practice. I know I’d be wearing a shorter dress and showing some cleavage to attract his gaze, or maybe one of those sexy nurse’s outfits. My mind was running wild with the possibilities, fuelling that wonderful surge of arousal. Alistair wouldn’t approve of such fantasies. I sighed and picked up my shoulder bag and made my way to the Guest Lounge.

The lounge is a lovely room for freshening up before seeing Doctor Love. It’s like a large ensuite and even has a spa and massage facilities. I tidied up my makeup and grooming and checked myself out in the mirror. The tight-fitting dress displayed an hourglass figure and showed off my long smooth legs. The neckline was low enough to generate interest in my firm ample breasts. It was my favourite dress and black high-heels completed my captivating outfit.

I made my way through the side door to the passageway that lead to Doctor Love’s suite at the rear of the building. My excitement was building with every strike of my high-heels on the polished floorboards with my heart thumping wildly in my chest. The thought of turning on Doctor Love was exciting and naughty given how inappropriate it was, adding to my arousal. The door was open and I walked in and shut it behind me.

Doctor Love was at his desk and noticed me enter the room. ‘Hello Fiona, please come and make yourself comfortable, his warm welcome accompanied by his heart-melting smile. You look lovely as usual.’

I never tired of his flattery and it brought a generous smile to my face. Doctor Love is greyer than Alistair but it made him look even more distinguished. Both have that irresistible charming manner and wonderful dress sense and grooming. Doctor Love’s tailored 3-piece suit showed off his attractive athletic build.

I find older men different and exciting in a naughty way. ‘Thank you,’ I simply replied returning his sexy smile.

‘Please, let’s take a seat,’ directing me to one of the two luxurious couches.

I sat down and placed my bag on the floor while Doctor Love sat opposite. The suite is another wonderfully appointed room. The couches have soft cushions with a matching covered footstool between them. The ornate fireplace with a large mirror dominates the room. A lovely chandelier hangs overhead from an ornate ceiling rose painted in bright intricate colouring. It must have taken ages to paint the fine detail. The period furniture and soft lighting provides an intimate and relaxing atmosphere. I was looking forward to continuing the counselling with Doctor Love.

‘How were things with Alistair this week?’ He asked, providing the opportunity to let him know about some developments.

‘I took your advice and talked with Alistair about what we discussed, I replied. It was very helpful and explained a lot. What you suspected was right.’

I inwardly smiled to myself noticing that familiar smile that slowly formed on Doctor Love’s face when his thoughts we proven correct.

I explained that we talked about our approach to lovemaking and expectations. It was such a relief to hear what Alistair had to say. My high sex drive and Alistair’s conservative approach had been a sensitive issue. Alistair was concerned about pleasing me, to put it simply, knowing I always wanted something more. He worried that he was far less sexually experienced than me.

Men couldn’t wait to get into my panties and usually didn’t want to leave. Alistair was different. I realised what I found attractive in him as a gentleman was also how he was as a lover. Alistair is such a kind and caring person. He couldn’t bear to disappoint me and it troubled him.

Doctor Love’s smile was comforting, as if he understood. ‘Did you discuss both your levels of desire for intimacy?’ He so eloquently inquired.

I’m always comfortable talking with Doctor Love about my relationship with Alistair. It was enjoyable in fact. I hardly ever felt embarrassed or concerned no matter how intimate the details were. He displayed sensitivity and empathy and I had confidence he understood. His questions and observation just seemed to guide the conversation and without realising it, arriving at what I needed to know or do. It’s also enjoyable having a therapist as handsome as Doctor Love.

I couldn’t help but return his lovely smile. ‘It seems his work, our age difference and interest in sex are all factors,’ I answered enjoying his gaze.

I mentioned that Bostancı Escort Bayan Alistair worked long hours and the work could be stressful. He’s often tired in the evenings and likes to retire early, often lacking the energy for sex. We wondered if the age difference was a factor, Alistair tiring while I’m always ready for more action. He’s always had a low sex drive and we both realise he’s not as broad-minded as me in what turns us on.

‘How did you both feel after the discussion?’ He continued.

‘We both felt relieved and have a better appreciation of each other’s feelings,’ I answered with a sensitive tone.

‘Go on,’ he softly urged.

Alistair’s concern for not wanting to disappoint me touched me and I felt a little guilty with my thoughts of his lack of interest in sex. I didn’t think Alistair could ever disappoint me and I told him. Alistair said that he loved me more at that moment than at any time in our relationship. Our lovemaking was special to us both even if our expectations were different.

‘How was the sex?’ Doctor Love calmly asked with a confidence that comes with previous discussions.

I’ve always found our intimate discussions exciting. It was one of the many things I enjoyed about the sessions with Doctor Love. The thrill of arousal helped the discussions flow. It was like being seduced emotionally. The thoughts and images that came to mind and our discussions fuelled my desire. Drawn to answer, I knew what it would stir within me.

I felt a surge of wanting and moisture forming between my legs as I contemplated my answer. ‘It was lovely but you know what I really want.’

Doctor Love listened intently and rarely interrupted. My heartbeat pounded and felt flushed under his sensual gaze as we discussed what I would have liked different. My nipples hardening against the fine fabric of my bra as I provide the intimate details. I wanted Alistair to take control, ravishing my body roughly and passionately. I longed for oral sex, engaging in talking dirty and hearing him utter my name while consumed with lust. I was practically desperate to be satisfied by the time I’d finished.

‘Have you asked Alistair how he wants to be pleased?’ Doctor Love asked.

‘Not really, I answered with a sightly perplexed look. Probably the same as always.’

‘I suggest you ask Alistair and endeavour to please him in the way he would like, he offered. Sometimes the secret to lovemaking is satisfying each other and then discovering new things you both like.’

‘I’d never thought to ask and just assumed, . . . but he’s not like other men I’ve been with,’ I started to ponder.

‘He sounds sensitive and caring and sometimes passion comes out in other ways. Try gently gliding your fingertips over his back or trailing sensual kisses over his chest, gentle sucking at the skin with your lips,’ he described so poetically.

I felt my nipples throb and wetness seeping into my panties as I listed to his description. ‘I’d like that as well,’ I sighed.

I recrossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together and unashamedly pressed the palms of my hand on my crotch. It did little to ease the wanton feeling running rampant within me. I knew, however, that my yearning would soon be satisfied. My mind began to wander to our therapy session and what I had planned.

I searched Doctor Love’s eyes and found the same desire. ‘Shall we start the sexual therapy?’

‘Yes, I think so,’ Doctor Love calmly replied suppressing any emotion.

‘Do you mind if I use the ensuite and get ready?’

‘Certainly,’ Doctor Love answered and stood up as I left the couch.

I picked up my shoulder bag and walked towards the archway to the bedroom, swingling my hips suggestively, sensing Doctor Love’s gaze. I couldn’t resist glancing back and caught him having a peek and his gorgeous smile sent a little tingle through my body.

It’s exciting having that effect on Doctor Love, making him want me. It felt a little naughty going to the Practice for his therapy but that was part of the attraction. Doctor Love had a way of bringing the naughty girl out in me and the therapy was always wickedly good.

The ensuite off the bedroom has a dressing table with a chair and large mirror. It’s another lovely facility for women to enjoy. I slipped off my high-heels and removed my dress, bra and sodden panties and removed my change of clothing from my bag. I almost couldn’t contain my excitement as I neatly placed the short black dress with white lace edging on the dresser. I added a small white lace apron, head-piece, stockings and frilly white lace panties. It was a French maid’s outfit.

I slipped on the dress and tied the apron around my waist. My breasts nestled perfectly, held in place by the white lace shoulder straps. The touch of my hands gliding up my legs heightened my arousal as I straightened the mid-thigh stockings and then slipped on my high-heels. I hung my dress up and took a white feather duster out of the bag. Escort Bostancı The outfit looked incredibly sexy in the mirror, especially with my long-toned legs, enticing cleavage and flowing blond hair. I felt like a saucy little wench as I walked back into the suite.

‘I’m Fifi. Ai ‘ave come to cléan yur ruhm,’ I announced in an accent I had Maddisyn to thank for.

A smile filled Doctor Love’s face. His eyes were instantly drawn to my beguiling cleavage and thighs before admiring the lovely outfit and discovering my feminine curves it so perfectly displayed. His interest was obvious, sending a thrill of excitement surging through me. He chuckled as he noticed the duster and head-gear and his eyes finally settled on mine. He stood up to greet me, grinning as my wild fantasy unfolder before his eyes.

‘You stai on seat and see Fifi do a good job, oui,’ I continued in character, unable to contain a broad smile.

‘Thank you. I’m sure you’ll put that duster to good use,’ he smiled and sat down, obviously enjoying my performance.

I paraded around the suite dusting the furniture while not so subtly wiggling my backside. Even the slightest bending over gave Doctor Love a lovely view of my sexy lace panties or breasts. I moved to the couch opposite him and bent over. I felt the warmth of his eyes as I fluffed and straighten the cushions while flashing my panties. I then went around to the back of the couch and lent over, my breast teasingly on full display.

I reached down and slightly adjusted the cushions. ‘Zey feel zo smooth ét soft. You lik ‘ow zéy are fair you?’ I inquired meeting his gaze and giving him a cheeky grin.

‘They look wonderfully arranged. They’re absolutely beautiful,’ he smiled returning my innuendo and entertaining my fantasy.

I went over to the fireplace and stood on the tips of my toes causing the short dress to ride up even further and dusted the mirror and mantelpiece. Down on my knees and bent over to dust the tiles in front of the grate, I continued to wiggle at Doctor Love.

‘Fiyaire eez vairy dustay. Fifi fix good, you lik what you see?’ I continued to tease.

‘It looks lovely. Very nice . . .,’ I heard him sigh.

I stood up and assumed an innocent girly pose with a slightly bent leg and swivelling on one foot. ‘You tell ajency Fifi do good fair you, oui?’

‘I certainly will. Especially if you continue doing such a great job,’ Doctor Love reassured me with a wide grin.

I sensually strolled over to between the couches where Doctor Love was sitting and placed one foot on the footstool, paused and looked up at the chandelier that hung overhead. I glanced at him and he was enjoying what was on display between my legs. I felt my pussy tingle as I recognised the outline of his arousal in his trousers.

I placed my hand to my chest and feigned my concern. ‘Le light eez vairy ‘igh. You ‘uld Fifi?’

‘Yes, of course,’ he eagerly replied, rising to his feet and extending me his arm while placing the other hand on my hip.

I stepped up on the stool and positioned myself in front of Doctor Love. His hands were on my hips but couldn’t help but drift to below the helm of my short skirt. They felt warm and smooth against my panties and bare skin. My pussy brushed his chest as I dusted the delicate pendants of the chandelier while my breasts swung in front of his face.

‘You ‘uld Fifi tightair please,’ I ask placing a hand on the back of his head.

Doctor Love grabbed the cheeks of my backside and pulled me into him, holding me tight against his body. I pulled his head in to my chest, his face buried in my breasts as I continued to dust.

I continued rubbing my pussy and breasts against Doctor Love. ‘Ooh oui, zat bettair,’ the tone of my French accent teasing.

‘I’m happy to help,’ his muffled reply only just audible.

‘Weehl Doctair Love please ‘elp Fifi down?’ I asked, removing his face from my cleavage.

Doctor Love took a firmer grip and spun me off the stool. I shrieked playfully as I slid down his chest until my feet found the ground with my hands resting on his chest.

I gaze into his sensual eyes. ‘You strong man and zo ‘andzum,’ I flirted, gently biting my bottom lip.

‘Doctair sit on ze otherair seat and ai fix zis un,’ I said indicating the couch he had been sitting in.

Doctor Love took his seat and I tidied the cushions and continued to put on a little show for him.

Turning around, I moved towards him with a naughty grin. ‘Fifi feel funny. Ai ‘ot et a lit-tell wet,’ I quietly moaned raising the back of my hand to my forehead and dropping the duster on the footstool for effect.

Doctor Love had a concerned look on his face. He moved forward to the edge of the seat and placed a hand on my forehead.

‘Non, non, non Doctair Lové not zeré, I said and adding, ai show you,’ our eyes firmly fixed while taking his hand and placing it between the top of my thighs.

‘Down haire. See ‘ow wet Fifi eez?’ I moaned enjoying his touch as he began to caress the crotch of my panties with his other hand on my backside.

Parting my legs, ‘Zat feel zo much bettair,’ I purred while rolling my eyes in pleasure.

‘Doctair Lové fix Fifi lik zis?’ I begged, forming a circle between my thumb and finger and stroking a finger from my other hand through the hole.

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Always nice to walk my dog on a nice day, down to the park, check out the neighborhood. And the neighbors. I’ve found that having a dog is a great way to meet folks, and today was a great example. I decided to take Jackson for a nice walk to the park. Maybe play some catch, enjoy the nice day. I noticed one of the women from the neighborhood was there with her dog. I had seen her there before, enough to nod, say “hi”. About my age, looked cute and she at least said “hi” or nodded in return.

We exchanged nods and I let Jackson off the leash, tossed a ball out and he bolted for it. Like a good dog, he brought it back and was ready to go again. I threw it a little further out and he was off, but I noticed so was the other dog! They both arrived about the same time and began to tug on the ball , neither wanting to give it up. Both of us owners ran up and managed to free the ball and hold on to our respective pets. “Hi, I’m Jim. This is Jackson. Sorry about that.” I said as I put the leash back on my four legged fiend.

“Nice to meet you. This is Evelyn. I’m Debbie. I think Evelyn was more at fault.” My neighbor said.

“Great to meet you, I have seen you and Evelyn here at the park before. Guess you must live nearby. I’m just a block down.” I offered. Jackson had calmed down and was introducing himself to Evelyn as dogs do, sniffing her behind. I wondered if Debbie would mind if I did that. She did seem to have a cute butt. Although it was a little hard to tell since it was still cold enough to require heavier pants.

Debbie had noticed the dogs introductions as well. “I see our pets have gotten introduced. Well, I have to run off, I’m sure I will see you here again.”

I said “Good bye, I am sure we will.” and started walking back home. I noticed that she headed for a blue Honda parked on the side street. Hmmm. Maybe she wasn’t quite as close a neighbor as I had thought.

A week later at about the same time I took Jackson down to the park. It had warmed up a bit, and looked like we might actually be getting a nice Spring day. Dogs were funny. It seemed like it was “always or never” with them. We always go to the park on a Saturday at 10 a.m. Always. I saw Jackson perk up and sniff the air as we got to the edge of the park. He sniffed a bush and I undid the leash and got the ball out. Guess that was like Facebook for dogs. See who had posted something recently. I noticed a blue Honda parked off to the right. Looked like Debbie and Evelyn were here. Always or never. Just then Jackson bounded off and I took off following. Good exercise for both of us and I didn’t want him to get too far off.

I followed him around some bushes and ran into Debbie. Almost literally. Evelyn had taken off as well and all four of us had converged at the same spot. “Well hello. Good to see you again, Debbie.” I tried not to sound too out of breath. It is hard to try to hold ones’ gut in while trying to catch your breath.

“Hi. Yes, nice to run into you again. Pretty day. I have plenty to do at home, but couldn’t resist taking Ev out.”

I noticed that she was wearing less than the last time. A baggy sweatshirt but good tight yoga pants. And I was right. She did have a good butt. “Yes, the chores can wait. Good weather like this should be taken advantage of.”

Just then we heard the rustling from our two pets. As I turned, Jackson had just mounted Evelyn and was going to town on his new friend. “Oh shit,” I said Bostancı Escort as I started to go to them, “No Jackson, bad dog!”

Debbie grabbed my arm and said “Wait, it is okay. Evelyn is spayed, and she deserves a little enjoyment. Looks like Jackson is having fun! It’s okay, really!”

I stiffled a look and a laugh and returned to watching our dogs do what I hoped we might consider. Bet I didn’t know if she was in a relationship, there was no ring, but who knows. As Jackson continued to hump Evelyn I commented “Well, they certainly have hit it off. I guess this makes us practically inlaws!” I glanced at Debbie and saw a smile cross her face. If I wasn’t mistaken, it looked like one that meant she was a little envious of Evelyn. I know I was jealous of Jackson. It is sad when your dog is getting more than you are! I decided to take a bit of a chance. I turned to Debbie who still seemed mesmerized watching our two pets as they continued their frolicking “I taught Jackson everything he knows.” It sounded cooler in my head.

“Oh. Really? And I thought it just came naturally to our animal friends. Wait. You aren’t saying that you…. and Jackson…” Her look changed to more horrified than mesmerized.

“Oh, God no! I was just trying to be funny. No. I wasn’t saying that!” Great. Now Debbie thought I was an animal abuser.

When she started to laugh, I immediately joined in. I wasn’t entirely sure what we were laughing about until I saw her point back at our dogs. “So, did he learn THAT from you?”

I turned and there was Jackson, obviously pleased with himself curled and licking himself. I had thought that if I could take one trait from our furry friends that might be one, but I answered her with “No, that is his move only.” and we continued to laugh.

Figuring that I had nothing to lose I threw out an offer. “I only live a block away. Care for some coffee? I can offer Evelyn a chew toy and water. Maybe a little post coital kibble?”

I was pleasantly surprised when Debbie replied “Sure. That would be nice. Maybe Jackson and she would like to go another round.” I chuckled, but Debbie just smiled. A little like Mona Lisa, I thought.

We walked back to my apartment – thankfully Jackson was pulling me along at a fast pace. I was glad I had tidied up a little before we had headed out this morning. At least the bathroom was clean and I had made the bed. Most of the dirty dishes were out of site. Why was I worrying about that? I don’t think she was coming to inspect my housekeeping. We got in and Debbie set to getting the dogs taken care of and I made a pot of coffee.

I decided to go for broke. She did come back to my place, so there must be some interest. She could always leave. “So, Debbie. I have to admit, watching our two dogs certainly got me a little fired up. I was wondering…hoping…if maybe….”

Debbie moved toward me and wrapped her arms around me saying “No maybe about it, I had the same reaction.” as she kissed me deeply.

Half walking, half stumbling I embraced her and made our way to the bedroom and we fell to the bed. Fumbling with each others’ clothes our mouths and tongues remained joined in a wonderful dance back and forth. I put my hand beneath her sweater and found that there was no bra to move or undo, just a pert little pair of tits with erect nipples that begged to be fondled and eventually kissed and tasted. I obliged them and cupped one with my left Bostancı Escort Bayan hand. I heard a “mmmmmmm” in response as we continued our long wet kiss.

Debbies’ arms were still wrapped around my neck as I explored her chest. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and tugged lightly at them. Then I moved my hand lower, staying on the outside of her yoga pants. As I reached her pubic area she rolled to her back and spread her legs to allow me access. Her arms slid from my neck and she looked at me, again with that devilish smile. “Rub me some, but I will want a taste of you before long. You mind if I lick your cock a bit? You seemed envious of Jackson.”

“No” seemed to be too obvious an answer, but it was all I could manage as I began to rub her pussy through her pants. It felt warm. I imagine she might enjoy being tasted as well, so I suggested that as well. “When you finish tasting me, perhaps I should return the favor?”

By now I was fully erect. My cock was standing at attention and it twitched a bit as I felt a hand move near it. I had just thrown on some running pants, so there was no fly, just an elastic waistband. I soon felt the hand go to the waistband an slide inside grabbing my cock and started to rub it firmly. It had been a while and I did not want to have it end too quickly, so I stopped rubbing Debbie and rolled to my back.

I lay back, let my legs dangle some off the bed and watched as Deb got between my legs and pulled down my pants exposing my hard cock. The tip glistened with a drop of precum which she devoured with a flick of her tongue as she grabbed me and guided my dick into her mouth. I felt her tongue rim my tip, exploring and teasing. She moved up and down on it while creating the most exquisite suction. The sensation was amazing. I lay back and closed my eyes, envisioning her head bobbing up and down on my cock, listening to the slurping sounds of her wet mouth on my hard cock.

I must have moaned, I know I heard someone moan, and I believe Debbie was not able to emit the deep sound I heard. I opened my eyes as I started to explode. Debbir had taken her mouth off and was jacking my cock as it began to spurt cum in thick white gushes. “Ooooo – I love to feel a cock throb and watch it cum. It must have been a while, that is quite the load you have for me!” Debbie cooed as I continued to spasm and squirt cum on my belly. Her eyes watched each drop emerge from the head of my cock. As it finished she let my cock fall to my skin and she stood up.

“I’ll be right back,” I said as I got up and went for a towel. I should keep some close to the bed I made a mental note to myself. As I returned, Debbie was now on the bed, completely naked. My eyes went from the top of her head to her toes. A trim patch of hair nestled between her legs. It looked inviting.

I laid Debbie on her back and put a leg over each shoulder as I began kissing her leg from the knee down her inner thigh to that neatly cropped bush and the pink lips within. They looked moist and inviting.

Deb sighed and said “Oh yes, lick it. I want your tongue in my pussy. Taste me!”

I was more than happy to oblige and inserted a finger at the bottom of her folds, sliding it in as my mouth joined with the rest. As I fingered her my tongue flicked back and forth at the top where I felt her hard clit. The tip of my tongue circled it and licked down the lips as I kept moving my fingers in and out of her.

“Oh Escort Bostancı yeah, do me just like that. Finger fuck me and eat it. Lick me just like that.” Deb was certainly vocal and her hands came down to my head and held my face to her pussy. Not that it needed any help staying joined to her.

I continued to lick and suck with my mouth and my wet fingers began to fight my tongue for command of the clit. Rubbing it with my fingers produced a response from Debbie, almost like she had been shocked. I continued to roll the hard nub in my fingers as I let my tongue lick the length of her labia and delving into her hole as I spread her lips apart with my other hand. I felt her legs tighten on my head as I used both hands and tongue to excite her.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, Yeeeeesssss!” I heard her hiss as she arched her back and grasped my head tightly to her. I felt her spasm as I licked more and impaled her on two fingers embedded deep within her. Then she slowly slackened and lay back on the bed as I stopped and rested my hand on her wet pussy, the hair matted from our combined juices.

The hot session of exciting Deb had gotten me hard again and I rolled her over saying “If you are game, how would you like a little ‘doggy style’ to finish off the day? No reason Evelyn and Jackson should have all the fun!”

She smiled at my and raised her ass, coming to her knees. Her wet pink slit looked inviting as she said “Yes, by all means, fuck me good. But when you cum, I want to see it. I want to wear it this time.”

I moved behind her and slid my cock deep inside her. I held her hips and moved in and out savoring each stroke. So hot and wet, het lips closed around my cock as I watching it disappear inside her only to reappear wetter than before.

“Mmmm, Hold my ass, drive it in deep! You can slap it some, too if you want. Just save the cum shot for me!” she said as I continued to slide in and out.

I took one hand and swatted her right cheek with a satisfying ‘smack’. “Oh!” she cried “I am sure you can do better than that! But that’s a good start! Hit it again!”

I hit her ass again, with a sharper ‘Smack’ and timed it with a thrust deep inside her. I felt her jump a little and tighten around my dick. It felt nearly like when she had sucked hard on me before. Another ‘smack’ produced another jump and a similar tightening. It wasn’t going to take much more to reach that cum shot she wanted.

A few more smacks and grabs on Debbies’ firm ass while I continued to watch my cock slip in and out of her brought me close to orgasm. I let her know “Deb, I’m about to cum, where do you want it?”

She moved forward and turned over, placing her chest before my cock and took it in her hands. I could see her watching it as her hands moved up and down on the hard shaft made slick by her juices. Watching her jack me off made me cum hard. Her hand moved in union with my spasms and I shot my white load of cum on her waiting tits and neck. It dripped down in small rivers toward her navel. Again the smile crossed her lips and she bent forward taking me in her mouth to clean my dick. “Mmmmm” she said when she finished, “What a lovely combination of your cum and my juices.” Her tongue licked her lips and went back to the smile.

“My turn to go clean up.” she said as she headed to the bathroom. “And I really must be going. A wonderful interlude, but I have errands to take care of.”

As I lay on the bed amid our clothes which were strewn everywhere, I noticed Jackson and Evelyn sitting in the doorway. I swear they were smiling.

I called in to Deb “What do you say we meet again at the park next week? I think Evelyn and Jackson will agree.”

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It was the first day of my new job, and from the moment I saw her I knew I wanted to fuck her brains out.

She had come over to set up my email. Emma had long blonde hair and long tanned legs. She was so fuckable, and she knew it too. A born tease, I thought. She could have used a chair yet opted to bend over my desk. I took a long look at her shapely butt. ‘I will be thinking of you tonight, Emma.’ I said to myself.

“It’s all set up now, Jason.” She said.

I watched her walk away, I knew that she had taken sly glances at my body too. Was she sizing me up, I wondered. Her breasts weren’t as big as I liked. Must only be an A cup. They did suit her body though.

Looking around the rest of the office, there wasn’t much else in the way of talent. A few milfs, but they didn’t interest me. I was only on a six month contract, if I had any chance, I was probably going to have to move fast. Emma did seem a little cold with me, but I think this was just her little test. A girl like that was used to being chased, you had to prove yourself. That wasn’t a trap I was going to fall into.

I opened up my newly created email account, and sent her an email asking out. I didn’t give a date, just asked her out for a drink. The reply was almost immediate. She told me she had a boyfriend. There was no sorrys, or better luck next time, just a blunt statement of fact. She was definitely used to using him as an excuse.

I let her stew on it. I wasn’t going to enter a tennis match of emails just yet. I got on with my work. The day after, I was finally ready to reply. She had probably deleted the email by now, time to bring the conversation back to me. I sent her a message, asking if she had told her boyfriend if she had been asked out, and if she hadn’t maybe she’d like to reconsider our date. I was confident she hadn’t told him. Guys who go with girls like that are always jealous and keeping their suspicions at bay was always a recipe for an easier life.

Again the reply was immediate. She claimed she had told him, and he wasn’t very happy about it. I doubt that was true.

I played the waiting game again. She beat me too it, and sent me an email warning me about abusing the email system, and if I carried on using it for personal use, she would report me. I didn’t wait to reply. ‘No you won’t’ is all I said. She never answered that one. I knew she wouldn’t report me. Girls who dress like that crave attention, good or bad. I didn’t reply. If she wanted my attention now she would have to earn it.

For the next few days I checked my emails. Nothing from Emma, but surprisingly there was something from a girl called Pippa. It was some silly email about welcoming me to the company. I was going to dismiss it as an overzealous HR person, but someone told me that she was just a new person like myself. A bit odd I thought. As she was pointed out to me, I thought she was not that bad looking really, very short, almost boyish, but a really nice set of tits.

The next day I went to see what she had wanted. It was painfully obvious what that was. She could barely conceal her awkwardness around me. Looks like I have an admirer, I thought.

It was time to show Emma that I wasn’t just going to be chasing her around all the time. It wasn’t exactly hard to attach myself to Pippa. Every time I went near her desk, she looked up expectantly at me, hoping for a chat. I tried my best to make them happen when Emma was around. Stir the coals of jealousy.

Pippa wasn’t such a bad looker all in all. Cute little body, big firm tits, and a nice tight arse. I did notice that she turned a few heads at work. Certainly someones type. Not the sort of girl you would see in magazines though. She was very awkward and shy. Some might call her kooky, but I just called it a turn off. If my friends saw me hanging around with her, I’m sure they would have had a big laugh.

One thing Pippa had going for her was her bee stung lips. Even without make up she looked like the perfect cock sucker. Emma on the other hand had fairly thin lips that were perfect for duck face selfies that were plastered all over her social media account.

Their dress sense was completely opposite too. Emma liked to dress up, outfits that loved to accentuate her body. Admittedly it did drive me crazy, but I was never going to let my guard down. Emma was going to have to come to me.

**********

After a few more days of making a big deal of sitting with Pippa, Emma finally caved. I was in the kitchen on my own, when she came in.

“How’s tricks, Jason?” She asked casually. I’d won. Well not exactly, I knew I couldn’t just bend her over a table and start going at her, but it was beginning to fall into place.

“Not bad really.” I said equally casually, as if our email exchange had never happened.

“Bit snowed under.” She said as she took her drink and left.

I smirked. She didn’t care about my day. She was just showing me that I could now chat to her, and flirt too if I wished. She knew I’d asked her out, and that Bostancı Escort I’d still be interested. You don’t lead on people you’re not into.

I wasn’t going to abandon Pippa though, but I kept it platonic as I could. Just imagining all those thoughts going through Emma’s mind, and besides, Emma had a boyfriend, she could hardly hold the high ground here.

**********

I was chatting to Emma on a regular basis now, casually of course. One thing we never talked about though was either her partner or Pippa. It was almost as if those topics had become weapons we might use to fend the other off. I liked this game. I was used to it. I bet she was too. The deal needed closing at some point though. In such a big open plan office there wasn’t much opportunity to be alone, and the social functions were almost non-existent. Although there was one event coming up that might just be ideal. The Christmas dinner.

I knew Emma was going and Pippa too. It was almost too perfect I thought. I gleamed Emma mobile number from her facebook page. I wasn’t going to use it yet though.

A few days before the big day, a man called Jim came round with an envelope for the secret Santa. I pulled out a name, it wasn’t someone i recognised. I just dropped it into the trash after Jim had left.

I managed to catch Emma in the kitchen, She was cleaning down the tables. Must be on the rota, I thought.

“So are you bringing anyone to the party?” I asked.

“Erm, no, I wasn’t planning on it.” She replied.

That wasn’t really ideal for me, a single Emma would garner a lot of attention. I would probably be drowned out in the noise. Even though it seemed to go against conventional logic I needed her boyfriend there. Someone to corral her, keep her occupied. I had her interest already, and combined with her phone number a way to communicate with her.

“What about you, Jason?” She continued.

“Just me and Pippa,” I said, inwardly smirking. I knew it would get her hackles up, and she did her best to hide it.

“Maybe if Santa brings you a boob job, someone would go with you.” I said and chuckled. I made it sound like a joke the best that I could, even though I knew it was a cruel thing to say.

“Uh huh,” she replied dismissively. I grinned and left. I knew it had to hurt. It was so obvious to me that it would be a sore point with her. She had everything except a large pair of tits. It really was the nuclear option I thought as I made my way home.

I skipped going into work on the day of the party. Instead, I made my way to the hotel in the late evening. I made sure I was a little late. I didn’t want Emma to think I was too keen. As I arrived to was happy to see Pippa, I took her by the arm. She seemed overjoyed. All dressed up she looked kinda odd. Out of place. Casual dress suited her better. As we were seated, I caught a glimpse of Emma who shot daggers at me. I grinned as I saw she had brought her boyfriend.

Pippa was chatting to me as we ate. It was nice not to be sitting on my own, but at times she could be quite annoying. Under the table I sent my first text to Emma. I told her I was glad she had found someone to come to the party with. I didn’t sign my name, I didn’t need to.

‘Fuck off prick’ was the reply. A bit harsh I thought, but expected. What was she going to do tell her boyfriend about our chat, I doubted it.

Eventually the gifts were handed out. Someone had bought me some socks, woolly socks. I kicked them under the table. Pippa seemed overjoyed at her necklace, she thought I had bought it. For a second I was going to claim responsibility, but the guy who had her name seemed nice enough, so I told her the truth. Either way she thanked me for some reason.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Emma. ‘This is not funny.’ I was a bit confused, so just replied with a bunch of question marks. Apparently someone had bought her a sexy maids outfit, and she presumed it was me. I wasn’t going to claim that one, although I found it pretty funny. I told her it could be any number of men in the company and I wasn’t exactly in a position to rig the secret Santa. She told me she believed me, but still wasn’t happy with me.

The dinner ended and we all moved to the disco area. I sat with Pippa on some sofas. I took out my phone and replied. ‘I bet you will look fucking gorgeous in it.’ Maybe it was the wine, but I decided to speed things up. I didn’t wait for a reply. ‘You’re going to wear it for me when you blow me.’

Emma was dancing with her partner now, but I saw her pausing to check her phone. She didn’t say a word, just continued. There was one glance in my direction. Enough to send a pulse of excitement through my dick. I knew it wasn’t going to happen tonight, not with her gorilla of a boyfriend there. It was hard to concentrate on what Pippa was saying, I just nodded and smiled. Checking my watch, I saw it was getting late, and I was getting horny, just the though of Emma dressed like a slutty maid caused my blood Bostancı Escort Bayan run warm.

I took Pippa to the dance floor. She was terrible, I had to bring her close to me so her limbs would stop flailing about. I glanced around, Emma could have turned her back but she didn’t. Besides, I wanted her to watch as I started to snog Pippa. I kept one eye open watching Emma dancing, she wasn’t looking, but I was enjoying her body. She was an amazing mover. She looked so sexy. I felt my dick getting hard again.

Enough was enough, I thought, and knew I had to fuck someone. I made a beeline for the toilets with Pippa in tow. I did hope that Emma was watching us leave.

Pippa looked so nervous and out of her depth in the toilets. I bet she had never fucked outside of a bed before. Certainly not a virgin, as she had kept going on about her ex to me.

I made sure I got a good feel of her plump tits, before I made her blow me. It was good to get a release. Pippa’s mouth was ideal. It certainly wasn’t the best blowjob I’d ever had, but imagining Emma’s mouth on me made me cum quite hard. I left my cock in her, to make sure she swallowed.

When we returned to the disco, Emma was still there but she didn’t stay long. Her boyfriend had dragged her away. I was stuck with Pippa clinging onto me.

I had to make an excuse about getting up early. Pippa seemed to be implying that I return to her house. I wasn’t going to. I’d shot my load. I just wanted to sleep now.

**********

Over the Christmas break, I got lots of text messages from Pippa. She invited me out to go and see a movie called ‘A girl in Paris.’ Probably a chick flick. I told her I was spending the time with my family so wouldn’t be around. I kept her on the boil though. No need to burn that particular bridge just yet. No messages from Emma. In the cold light of day, I worried that I might have overdone things slightly. You could only push people so much before they broke. My contract would be ending early in the new year. So what I didn’t have, was time.

It was new years eve now and I was out with my friends looking for girls. The group was too big, I thought. It turned into horseplay and male competition. The only chance I had, was to break away and go hunting on my own. I didn’t really fancy it though, I was enjoying myself with the guys.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I was going to ignore it, but on the off chance, I checked it. It was Emma, it gave me a nice smile. Wanting to savior it, I took my drink and sat outside in the smoking area.

‘Did you have a nice time with Pippa?’ The text message asked. I guessed she was drunk, it either gave her the courage, or was bringing out her true self. If she was drunk I didn’t want to waste this opportunity.

‘What are you wearing?’ I replied. I needed to take the lead, take advantage of her renewed interest.

‘You’re so bad.’

‘Tell me.’

Her next reply too several minute to arrive and to my delicious surprise, it was a selfie. As I had suspected, she looked a little worse for wear. Also, it looked like she was in a night club. I couldn’t tell what she was wearing from the picture, but that wasn’t the point of it. Quite quickly I dismissed the idea of trying to force a meeting right now. The logistics would be a pain, and I’m sure she’d be with people who wouldn’t want their drunken friend wandering off alone.

‘If you beg me for it, I will send you a dick pic.’ I had no real intention of sending her one, but I was curious to how she would reply.

‘You’re a bad boy.’ She replied. Good enough, I thought.

I didn’t send anything back, I didn’t want to go around in circles. Later on she sent me one wishing me a happy new year. It was pretty garbled and it was probably a group text.

I didn’t end up pulling anyone that night. On the off chance, I did text Pippa. To my surprise she was still up at two am. I told her I wanted to see her. She told me she was home alone and sent me her address. What a lucky night, I thought, as I made my way over. It had been a long time since I had a booty call.

“So you’ve been out?” She inquired as she answered the door. She was wearing a big t-shirt, and not much else. Quite adorable really. I asked to use the toilet as I was bursting for a piss.

I checked my phone as I relieved myself. It was nice to have a picture of Emma now. I’m sure she’d regret it when she sobered up. I shook my dick off, and went to see to Pippa.

She was sat expectantly on the edge of the sofa. Poor girl, I thought. Alone on new years eve. There was an anxious smile on her face.

“Show me your bedroom.” I said, slurring my words a bit.

That perked her up, and she gave me a big smile. If only Emma was this easy. She led me to a cute little bedroom. I didn’t want to waste any time, as I was pretty horny. I picked her up by the hips, and pushed her face first onto the bed. She let out a gleeful squeal.

I was straddling her now. My hand running up the back Escort Bostancı of her thigh, pulling her shirt up over her bum. It was like a peach. I gave it a firm bite. My hand slipped between her legs and my mouth moved onto the back of her neck. As I nibbled and kissed the soft skin on the nape of her neck, my fingers slipped into her already wet pussy.

She made soft mewling sounds as I finger banged her. I was rock hard now. With my free hand I undid my belt and freed my cock. Using my knees I spread her legs. Planting both my hands beside her head, I effortlessly slid my cock into her wet cunt.

Her body convulsed underneath me. It wasn’t a time for gentleness as I started fucking her hard. Each time I drove my cock into her she let out a deep moan. The bed springs were going crazy.

After a while, I pulled her to her knees, and started fucking her doggy style. Reaching under her shirt, I got a good grope of her pretty tits. Playfully tugging at her pert nipples. As I reached climax, I took a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. My cock pulsed as I shot my load into her. I collapsed on top of her.

Afterwards we had a cuddle, which was more for her than me. I drifted off to sleep pretty quickly with Pippa wrapped around me. In the morning, she sucked my cock before I left. A pretty successful start to the new year.

**********

It seemed my antics at the Christmas party had become widely known at work. Every time I made eye contact with someone they gave me a sly look. Nothing like living vicariously through others, I mused. I bumped into Dave in the kitchen. He asked me if I’d had a good Christmas break. It was refreshing, as it wasn’t a leading question about who I was fucking. He was having trouble opening a jar, and asked me to help him, which I did. A quiet guy, I thought, but pretty cool. Just needs to come out of his shell.

I sent an email to Pippa, that we should probably cut our interactions to out of hours. It wasn’t very professional, and I didn’t want snickering people. She agreed which was a relief.

I let Emma simmer for a few days, avoiding any casual encounters the best I could. She must have been aware of her drunken texts, I wanted to let her know that I wasn’t going to make a big deal about them. The more discreet she thought I was, the better. Not wanting to wait much longer, I sent my text when I got home.

‘Don’t wear any knickers tomorrow.’ There was no reply. If she had been offended she would have replied.

Getting into work super early the next day, I made a beeline for Emma’s desk. There was only a few sad sack employees that got in this early, so I was pretty much unseen. I stuffed my pockets with all the pens and pencils that I could see. Admittedly it was a bit of a school boy trick, but I was sure it would work.

As the day rolled on I kept a keen eye on the stationery room, and sure enough I saw her heading to fill up with supplies. I made my move. It had been coming for so long. Deep down I knew I preferred the chase to the catch, but I was going to enjoy myself thoroughly now.

She had a handful of pens as I entered, quickly I locked the door behind me. She turned a little startled.

“So, are you wearing any?” I asked smoothly.

“Of course I am. You don’t tell me what to wear.” She answered defiantly, but with a smile.

“Ok, that’s cool, but show them to me.” I challenged. This was the moment, I felt my cock twinge in anticipation.

She was wearing a red blouse and a short black skirt. Blinking a few times, she complied. Carefully she pulled the waistband of her skirt down, showing her knicker top.

That was enough. Girls don’t just show their panties to anyone who asks. I approached confidently. She tensed up, I was giving her no chance to throw up any defenses. Wrapping my arm around her slim waist I pulled her to me, and went straight for the kiss. I did detect a wriggle of unsurety, but I think it was just to try to convince me she wasn’t so easy. I kissed her hard, and all resistance melted away.

Once relaxed, her true self started to emerge. Her hands were all over me. Unlike Pippa who always let me take the lead, Emma was the opposite. Her fingers caressed my chest as she searched out the buttons. She wants it so badly, I thought to myself, as she opened my shirt. She dragged her nails down my chest. Her tongue was in and out of my mouth in quick motions. I took a nice handful of her firm arse.

My belt was being unfastened. Without much warning her hand was down the front of my trousers, her fingers encircling my cock. I was breathless. She pulled it out, I almost came right there which would have been embarrassing. Too much build up, especially with her skilled touch on me.

I dragged her to the ground, I wanted her on her back, but she took the lead. Her toned and tanned thighs straddled me. She looked so hot on top of me, her hair falling forward. She wasn’t wasting anytime at all. With my cock in hand, she used her other, to hike her skirt up. I was inside of her in seconds. My mouth was open, holding back a moan. Blonde hair enveloped my head as we kissed. Her hips rocked back and forth. My cock was ready to explode inside of her. She wasn’t gentle with her kisses either, my bottom lip was nearly pulled off with sharp tugs. I didn’t mind, it was crazy.

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Stage: cottage by lake, picnic for two soon to be lovers

Cast: you and me

We went to cottage to have picnic and to get to know each other. Never knowing how well we would know each other by end of the day.

We had been swimming for most of the morning so we are hot and hungry. I’m wearing my new bikini, hoping to look good enough to eat. You’re in black swim trunks. We had decided to go up to the cottage, to get picnic from the car and to grab a blanket to sit on.

Once at the car (neither of us knows who started it) we started to kiss. At first hesitant, gauging reaction and seeing what felt best. After several long minutes of this play we are getting thoroughly aroused and know we are going to either have to stop or finish what we have started.

I decide to hold off and say so, as I’m leaning into car to grab the basket. You are ok with this but decide to grab Ataşehir Escort one last kiss to hold on to. As I stand up and turn towards you, I’m pulled into your arms and kissed with a thoroughness I’d never felt before.

By mutual consent we decide we cannot wait and get bolder in our caresses of one another’s bodies. Deciding to catch my breath I turn away and lean on the car. While I’m leaning over you start to run your hands over my shoulders, around to my breasts. Slowly as if weighing them you lift them and mold them with your palms and fingers. Running the nipple between your fingers as you slowly kiss around my neck to the sensitive skin behind my ears.

Then slowly your hands run down my body. Massaging and caressing as you go, kissing a trail down my back. You slowly mold my ass with your hands loving the sounds coming from my throat, as I tell you not to stop in a Ataşehir Escort Bayan breathless whisper. Dropping to one knee you slowly run you r fingers along he line of my bikini, inching under them so you can move them out of your way. Pulling my hips back you start to kiss my thighs and lick me slowly to the very base of opening.

Spreading me with your fingers you start a slow torturous licking up one side and then back to repeat on each side, by this time I’m begging you to find my opening and to lick me faster. Your in no mood for fast yet thou and decide to keep up the slow methodical loving. Inch-by-Inch you work towards my clit, once there you slowly suck it into your mouth and gently push two fingers into my warm wet opening. Thrusting them in time to the licks and sucks on my clit till I can barely stand with the pleasure you has delivered to me.

All at once Escort Ataşehir it is too much you need to be buried in me. Standing you press me to a bent position, and remove your trunks, then you ease your fat hard cock into my tight passage inch by inch. Going slowly at first you take your time burying into me, then withdrawing, knowing I’m liable to burst with my orgasm any second. You can feel the muscles in me tightening and pulsing around you. Building up speed you pull my hair back to look into my passion glazed eyes. I kiss you and beg you to finish me hard. Faster and harder you pump into me, crushing me to the car grinding into the back of me, I can feel your body smacking my ass as we build to the summit of ecstasy.

Finally you know I can barely stand it and pump hard and deep into me repeatedly until I shower you shaft with my cum, and let out a moan as you’ve never heard before. Trembling and quaking I squeeze my muscles to milk your cock and make you come in me with the power of a hurricane.

Spent we both collapse onto the car and slowly separate, and begin to catch our breathe.

Next chapter at later time

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She walked in the house and heard him talking on the phone. She walked over to him and kissed his cheek and he seemed not to notice. She put down her purse and looked over at the computer to see what he was working on. She leaned in front of him and smiled. He looked up and winked and held up one finger and kept talking. She kissed the top of his head and went into the kitchen, kicking off her shoes as she walked away. She pulled out a bottle wine and poured a glass and listened to him talk on the phone. She heard a lot of grunts and yes I know and could tell he was trying to get off the phone.

She walked back in and stood beside him and tickled his ear. He looked at her and held up his finger again. She shook her head and hopped up onto the desk in front of him. She reached over and took hold of his tie and pulled him to her. He smiled up at her and kept talking on the phone. She frowned and pulled him close.

“Hang up.” She whispered.

He shook his head and kept talking. She arched her eyebrow and frowned. She could tell this conversation was not very important, but he let people go on and on like this and never knew when to hang up. She let him go when he pulled away from her and leaned back in his chair, and reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. She smiled at him and unbuttoned it very slowly in front of him.

He stuttered into the phone as he watched her take off her blouse and revealed her lacy bra. She slipped off the desk and unsnapped and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She took down her hair and let it fall to her shoulders and leaned forward, showing him her ample cleavage as she unsnapped her garters. She slid the garter belt down and off, and threw it at him. It landed in his lap and she laughed softly. She heard a man’s voice on the other end of the phone saying his name.

“Yea, yea. I’m here.” He said into the phone.

She slowly began to strip her stockings off, sliding one down each leg and sitting before him in just her panties and bra. He groaned and coughed to cover it up on the phone. She laughed, and reached for the front closure of her bra.

“Please don’t.” he gasped. She stopped and looked up as he tried to recover on the phone. “No, no, I was uh hoping the shredder didn’t jam.” He said desperately. He turned the chair around to avoid temptation. He moaned out loud when her bra dropped in front of him into his lap and he hung his head. “No, nothing is wrong…I uh—-” He felt the phone leave his hand.

“David is needed for something quite urgent right now.” She said huskily into the phone. “He’ll call you back tomorrow.” She clicked off the phone and put it down as he spun around to face her.

“That was—”he stopped and watched her walk to him and straddle his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began placing warm wet open mouthed kisses along his neck. He moaned and placed his hands on her waist and felt her warm skin. He ran his hands up her back, then down and cupped her bottom and pulled her closer to him. Her breasts pressed into his chest, and Ataşehir Escort he felt her lick his earlobe.

“I can’t believe you did that.” He murmured into her hair.

“Are you sorry?” she whispered, sucking his earlobe into her mouth.

“Good Lord no.” he laughed and kissed her neck. “You naked in my lap or a boring ass phone call. Lemme think…” He leaned back and pulled her head up and kissed her softly on the mouth. “I think I’ll choose you.”

She smiled against his mouth and licked his lips. She pulled at his tie and tugged it off and laid it around her neck. She then went on to unbutton his shirt to his waist and spread it open with her hands. She bent her head and began kissing his neck and pulling his shirt out of his pants. She kissed her way up his neck and kissed his earlobe.

“I missed you all day.” She whispered.

“You did?” he moaned as she brushed her thumbs over his nipples.

“Yes. I couldn’t wait to get home to you and get naked with you.” She whimpered softly when he mirrored her gesture and ran his thumbs over her nipples.

“Oh honey,” he whispered, “you need made love to?”

“For a really long time, several times over.” She panted into his ear, and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close.

He hugged her close to him for several moments, and then began kissing her neck softly. He ran his hands up and down her back, then dipped his hands into her panties and cupped her bare bottom. He felt her wriggle closer against his crotch, making him harder. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, and massaged it gently with his tongue. He pushed her away to look at her face.

“Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.” He sucked her lower lip into his mouth.

She moaned and slid off of him, pulling him up and tugging him by his open shirt with her to the bedroom. She walked backwards towards the bedroom, kissing him the whole way, as he pulled off his shirt and let it fall in the hallway. She ran her hands up his chest and down his arms, and held his hands in hers as he pushed her against the wall in the hallway and kissed her deeply. She opened her mouth and let her tongue move against his, moaning into his mouth.

He brought her hands up and pinned them to the wall and pushed the rest of his body into hers. He slid his thigh between her legs, and felt her begin to ride against it slightly. He smiled against her mouth, and let her grind against him for a minute, enjoying the feel of her against him. He slid his hands down her arms and pulled away slightly to cup her breasts in his hands.

She let her hands fall and she brought them to his belt and undid it, then unsnapped his pants and slid his zipper down. She felt his hands on hers, pulling them away from his pants. He laughed against her lips at her whimpering.

“We’re making it to the bed.” He whispered and pulled away from her and steered her to the bedroom backwards. He walked her into the room and she felt the bed against her legs. She sank down on the bed and looked up at him, and reached up and pulled his pants down, Ataşehir Escort Bayan now held up only be his erect cock. They pooled at his feet and he kicked off his shoes, reached down and pulled off his socks and then leaned down and laid her back on the bed.

She slid up the bed, and he followed her, kissing her all the way until her head reached the pillows. He lay over her, braced on his arms, kissing lips thoroughly and gently. She raised her arms around his neck and stroked his tongue with hers into her mouth. He held her head in his hands and kissed her for a very long time. He loved kissing her and moaned into her mouth. He rolled over onto his back and brought her with him, still continuing to kiss her.

She straddled him and lifted herself up over him. She smiled a very wicked smile, making him worry a little.

“What are you smiling for?” he asked her. She laughed and leaned forward, taking his hands in hers. She guided them up to the iron headboard and he smiled and held onto the headboard as he’d done for her before. But this time was different, as she pulled the tie that he had forgotten was around her neck and looped it around his wrists and tied his hands to the headboard. She tied it snugly around his wrists and leaned down and kissed his lips.

“Do you trust me?” she whispered.

“Yes. I trust you sweetheart.” He swallowed hard, because even though he did trust her, he was a little uncomfortable with this. Sure he had done it to her several times to both of their enjoyment, but he had never been on the receiving end before and didn’t know one could feel this vulnerable.

“I would never ever hurt you or leave you this way, David.” She said as she laid her forehead against his. “If you want, I’ll untie you.” She looked into his eyes as she said this softly.

He looked back at her and thought for a moment and realized that he owed her this, she had submitted when he did this to her and she was amazing, even the first time when she was nervous as hell.

“No.” he whispered. “Don’t untie me yet.”

She smiled and leaned backward, sliding herself down his body, letting her whole body rub all along his hard cock. She rested for a moment and held it between her breasts and leaned down and licked the pre cum off of the head. He groaned and arched his back.

She smiled and began licking him all over; soft wet licks with her tongue, all up and down his cock. She stroked and massaged his balls with one hand and laid the other on his stomach. She rose up and took him in her mouth and began to suck him slowly, up and down, over and over. He moaned loudly, urging her on, as she sucked him harder.

“God, baby that feels so good.” He groaned as she sucked him harder, moving up and down over him faster, wetting his cock with her saliva. He looked down and watched her, completely devouring his cock with her mouth, moaning around it and sending vibrations all through him. He about lost it when she looked up at him with her wide eyes.

“Stop baby, I’ll cum and I want to cum inside you.” He Escort Ataşehir panted hard.

She slowly pulled her mouth off of him and slid up his body. She straddled him, rose up over his cock with her pussy and took it in her hand and guided it to her opening. She slowly sank down on him, feeling the head slip inside her and his length slide up her wet pussy. She let her head fall back and moaned as she sank down fully on him and began to grind onto him.

He moaned with her and thrust his hips up against her pussy, and began to tug at the tie wrapped around his wrists. He groaned and realized she would have to let him go. He looked up at her as she rode him, her head still back, her breasts thrust into the air, her hips moving against him in a fast rhythm. She began to rock harder, whimpering as she bit her lip.

“Baby, let me go so I can touch you.” He panted. She looked down at him into his eyes, panting hard; she reached down and untied him. He propelled himself up and rolled her over onto her back, and she yelped in surprise. He took her hands in his and held them above her head, and began to pump into her pussy.

She moaned, and spread her legs wide so he could stroke deeper. He continued to hold her wrists with one hand and reached down with the other and stroked her clit, which he knew would set her off on an immediate orgasm. He stroked her clit twice and she cried out his name and clenched around his cock and came hard. She bit her lip and whimpered, her body shaking all over. She lay back, panting hard and opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“Was that my punishment for tying you up?” she whispered. He looked down at her, spread her arms and held them down above her head with his hands and kissed her softly.

“Maybe.” He said against her lips. “Don’t you think you need to be punished?” he said as he thrust into her once.

“Oh yes.” She moaned as he began to thrust into her over and over again. “David. Please. Don’t stop.”

He kept thrusting into her in a slow rhythm, pumping against her and feeling her clench around him, her warm pussy encasing him and covering him with her juices from her orgasm. She felt so tight and hot; he buried his face in her neck and began pumping harder into her.

She wrapped her thighs around his hips and whimpered his name. He thrust faster against her, his hips moving up and down and slamming against her. He lifted his head and laid his forehead against hers and panted her name.

“David,” she panted. “I’m going to cum again.” She arched her back and bit her lip, whimpering as she felt the tingling coming over her body.

He covered her mouth with his and thrust into her, feeling her muscles clamp down on his cock and sending him over the edge, he slammed into her once more and came, feeling himself gush inside her. He buried his face in her neck and moaned her name, rolling over to his side and bringing her with him, his cock still buried deep inside her.

They lay together, panting softly, relaxing and kissing each other gently. He stroked her hair and she smiled at him. She ran her fingers over his lips, and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. She laid her head on his chest and kissed his chest. They lay together until they fell asleep, wrapped within each other.

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It’d be nice if we were spooning right now. It would be better if neither of us had clothes on. I’d start poking you of course and, on a whim maybe, you reach back and take hold of it. I continue poking, you roll over, and I lean over you and kiss you.

We kiss for a good while. I move down and kiss and suck and nibble at your neck, slowly and heavily, then I move down to your nipples. I lick and nibble them slowly, yet passionately. I kiss all over and between your breasts, and squeeze them as I nibble and circle your nipples with my tongue.

I come back and start kissing you more, but my hands slowly wander between your legs. You spread them and my fingers walk slowly across the outside. Walking turns to rubbing slowly, and I move down and kiss your neck some more. Soon you are wet, and I begin to move my fingers between your open lips. I pause and move my finger lightly but quickly near your clit to hear you moan, then I slide my finger slowly into you, moving it around as you squirm. Soon two fingers are making you squeal. I pump them slowly in and Ataşehir Escort out, sometimes pausing to move them against the upper wall inside you so you moan louder. As I do this I tell you I love you, and you manage to say it back.

I lick your nipples hard once more, then I move down to your warm pussy. I kiss it lightly at first, then thrust my tongue as deeply into you as I can, flitting it around and touching as much area as I can. I slowly bring my tongue up to your clit and tease your clit for what seems like an hour, fingering you all the while. I go back and forth from inside to clit, inside to clit, inside to clit until you’re almost screaming.

I raise your legs onto my shoulders and slowly slide my penis into you. You feel hot, and so wet. I bite my lip and continue to push it in. You close your eyes and moan until I’m all the way in. I pause for a moment, before sliding a few inches in and out, in and out, in and out, slowly at first, but after a minute I’m doing it as fast as I can, while you moan and squirm like mad, urging me forward.

I Ataşehir Escort Bayan pause while all the way in, lean down and kiss you deeply. I pull out and tease your clit with the tip of my penis. You beg me to put it back in but I want to tease you some more. Finally I slide it back in and pull it almost all the way back out again before pushing it back all the way, hitting so many hot places inside you that you think you might pass out.

Soon it’s going very fast and we stop to change positions. You sit up and roll over, kneeling on your hands and knees. I hold your sexy hips and push into you from behind, slowly once again. I only bring it out two or three inches each time before pushing it back in so that the deepest parts of you can still be reached. I continue thrusting, doing it so fast you think my cock feels like a big, warm jackhammer, hitting all the good spots inside you until your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

Before we go too far, we move to the floor. I lie on my back while you crouch over me. You slide onto me until I’m as Escort Ataşehir deep into you as ever, and you pause and moan. You come up a few inches then use gravity to bring me back deep into you, faster and faster. Not too long after I think I’m going to burst, it’s so good.

We move back onto the bed and you rest some pillows under you and lie on your back. We thrust and moan like this for a while, then you move onto your stomach. Our heights line up perfectly, I can thrust into you as rapidly and as deeply as you want me to, which is pretty much as fast and deep as I can. We get going, fast and hard. Your sheets come up off the bed from all the motion, the bed butts against the wall loudly, and we both moan like crazy. But you don’t even notice, all you can think about it how I’m filling you up, and how amazing it feels.

We keep fucking, harder and harder. Suddenly it hits you, and you cum with such force that you scream out loud in ecstasy. You cum so hard you squeeze my cock from the inside and I cum too, just as hard as you did. I push in and out of you very, very slowly, slowly going in less and less while we look at each other. You tell me you love me and I say I love you too. I come out and collapse next to you. You look at the clock, and it’s been four hours. Ten minutes later we do it again.

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I dumped the laundry back into my apartment and started hoofing it to the gym. Luckily I hitchhiked a ride to the shopping center, so I wasn’t too late. But still it was a real bad way to start the day, especially when my boss, Carl, had a few sharp words about me not being on time for my shift. He was right. I was new. He had no way of knowing if I was going to be a fuck-up or what.

Getting the new phone at the phone store in the center didn’t help my mood. My break was only a half hour so I didn’t have much time to pick something out and the security deposit was outrageous. Since I could get the same model iPhone for $100 bucks, I could keep my sim card and not lose my contacts. After serving up my credit card, a new phone with a new number was in my pocket. One problem solved.

At my next break I went to the little UPS store in the center, and shipped the old phone, stripped of anything useful, back to Lynn. My note wasn’t exactly nice, but at this point she didn’t deserve nice. I wrote: “Since you took everything else…” It felt strange to write down my old address on the paperwork, like any of the past five years didn’t mean anything. But in the end, it didn’t anyway.

Checking my watch I saw my break was nearly over. I picked up the pace. I was nearly at the door when Jill and Terry drove by, calling my name and waving at me. In the next second I crashed into the next person trying to enter the gym. Quickly, I reached to steady her so she didn’t fall.

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry, ” I said. The woman turned to face me and I froze. It was Miz Cool. I’m sure my embarrassment was all over my face.

She looked at me and her eyes got very wide.

“Are you okay?” I said, my heart racing.

“From the looks of it, you got the worst of the deal. Yes, I’m fine,” she said. But she took a step forward and winced.

Oh god. “Look, let me look at it. I’m a trainer here.”

“You are? I haven’t seen you before.”

“I just started. Abel. Abel Williams.”

She bit her lip. “Annie Lloyd. But I’m okay really. Its just an old injury.”

I held open the door. “Please, to ease my mind.”

She sighed and walked in, limping but not any worse than the day before. The boss, standing at the desk shot me a nasty look.

“Abel,” he said, “Is there a problem?”

“He’s just helping me, Carl,” said Annie. “That’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Of course, Annie,” said the boss. “You let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Carl,” she said.

“Come with me,” I said, and I led her to one of the massage rooms. I patted the table. “Up you go.”

“Really,” she said. But she got on the table.

“Let me see that leg.”

She rolled up her pants leg, where I saw the knee brace.

“What happened?”

“Car accident. Tibia and tibia plateau fractures.”

It was my turn to wince. “Painful.”

“I was laid up in bed for three months before the doctors allowed me put any weight on it. And then I had to wear an ugly brace. I did physical therapy, but there came a point where the therapist couldn’t do any more for it, so I started back up here.”

There wasn’t any bruising or swelling, but still with an unstable knee any shock isn’t good.

“The muscles are all knotted up, probably from working so hard to walk. Let me give your legs a massage.”

She looked down then. “I’m sorry. I can’t…”

I smiled. “No problem. It’s on me. As an apology. Please?”

She smiled then. “All right.”

I helped her swing the legs up and helped her lay back. I undid her brace and carefully pulled it off her leg.

“Call me Abel.”

I grabbed the massage oil and put some in my hands. When I put my hands on her legs I got a shock. The skin on her lower leg was the softest I’ve ever felt. I put both hands on her calf and started the massage, moving my hands up and down either side of her calf. I had my back to her, because frankly I could take looking at the mounds of her breasts on her chest.

“You sound like you know Carl.” I said trying to keep my mind on my work. I went to her ankle and foot pulled my hands down over them. The soles of her feet were perfect, no rough skin, no calluses. I run my thumb against the sole of her foot. She drew in a deep breath.

“I should,” she said. “I went to school with him.”

“That’s not possible,” I said. “He’s like, sixty.” My hands went back to her calf. Touching the softness of that skin stirred my cock. Down boy, down, I thought.

“Oh, Carl did some hard living, for sure,” she said, “before he settled down and started this place. He’s not quite sixty, but we are the same age.”

“You’re kidding me. No way are you in your fifties.” My hands worked my way up to her knee.

“Yep, my husband and him belonged to the same lodge.”

“Husband?” My heart sank. Of course she had a husband.

“He’s passed now,” she said quietly.

“Sorry.” My hands moved up to above the knee. “Your skin is in wonderful shape.” I turned now and faced her, my hand massaging her thigh. It took some effort to kept my composure as my mind wandered to what would Anadolu Yakası Escort happen if I moved my hands up toward her sweet spot. Immediately, I shut that thought down.

“Thank you. I credit a lack of sunbathing, and good lotion.”

“Oh, you’re into lotions, are you?” I said smiling.

She gave me a strange look. “Abel you not flirting with me, are you?” she said.

“Maybe I am,” I said.

She drew in a deep breath and I stopped breathing then. Maybe I went too far.

“You can’t possibly be interested…” Her face flushed.

“Why not?”

“I have to be close to twenty years older than you.”

I shrugged. “I find women older than me very sexy. Some men do, you know.”

She put her hands on mine, stopping the motion.

“I have to go now.”

“Please, don’t,” I said.

She got flustered, and swung her legs off the table.

“No, really. I didn’t have much time to work out anyway. Just thought I’d do a quick session on the bikes.”

With that she was out the door and out of the gym.

This day really sucks.

#

Oh, god, oh god, oh god. What am I thinking? I went back to my car, flushed, upset and if I admit to myself, aroused. He was gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous. He couldn’t possible be interested in anyone like me, late 50’s, overweight, and with this damned limp. I got in my car, but just sat there, my head slumped on the steering wheel. Every single emotion I held back since last year came flooding up, pushing up through my gut, resulting in tears that flowed over the back of my hands.

It was bad enough that Eddie was dead, leaving me behind. There is nothing as lonely as abandonment from the grave. You aren’t supposed to feel sorry for yourself or be angry at them. They are the ones that are deprived of life, not you. But it doesn’t feel like that. It’s not just lonely, it’s torture, wanting to be with someone you can never be with again.

The rest that happened, the fallout of that accident just seemed lesser punishments of the gods for all the times I didn’t appreciate Eddie. Now, here was Jack with his ridiculous proposal, and now, this what? What do I call him? He’s a man, but so close to my own children’s ages, he seems like a child to me. Not only do I feel unattractive, and let’s say it, damaged, now I feel like a dirty pervert for being attracted to him.

There was rap on the window next to my head. I looked up, and became even more embarrassed. It was him, looking very concerned.

“Annie,” he said through the glass. “Are you all right?”

I sniffed, and wiped my eyes with my hands and nodded.

“Roll down the window, please?”

I had to turn the key to do that, and instantly there was a look of panic on his face. But I put the window down.

“What?”

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I said.

He gave a me a look that said, “Oh really?”

“Sorry, it’s been a hell of a day,” I said.

“I know what you mean. Listen, how about if we go get a drink,

or a coffee, or something. I’d really like to talk with you.”

“I have to go.”

“Yeah, right. That’s why you are sitting here in the parking lot.”

“Don’t you have to work?”

“Shift’s over.”

“I’m sure you have something better to do.”

He shook his head slowly.

“Well, I’ll follow you then.”

“Here’s the thing. Car is in the shop.”

I sighed. “Do you like pizza? I know a place near here.”

He smiled and I melted. “Sure. Who doesn’t?”

I unlocked the doors and he got in, his broad muscled arms and shoulders barely fitting into the seat. The musky, sexy smell of this young man filled my car. My heart started to pound and my pussy got very wet.

I am going to hell for this. I know it.

#

Annie took me to this little pizza place, called Jimmie’s, in a tiny shopping center on the road that would normally take me home. It was one of those places run by one family. It had with old wood panels, red vinyl booths and pictures of friends and kids and grandkids handing on the walls. In the air hung the scent of baking dough and sharp pizza spices. When we walked in an older woman with bleach blonde hair looked up from the cash register.

“Hi, Annie,” she said warmly. “Been a while.”

“Hi, Gina, ” Annie said. “Thought I’d sit in for pizza today.”

“The usual?” Gina said looking me up and down.

“Well, send over a pitcher for starters,” said Annie.

Gina nodded and Annie walked over to a booth in the corner and we sat.

“Is there anyone in this town you don’t know?” I said.

“Not really,” she said smiling. “Remember, I grew up here.”

Gina came over with a pitcher of beer and two glasses.

“There you go,” she said. “Ready to order?”

“Give us a minute,” said Annie.

“Sure, I’ll send someone back.”

“Great,” said Annie. And then to me she nodded toward the menu. “You can check that out, but I recommend the clam and garlic pizza. It’s a house specialty.”

“That sounds pretty good to me,” I say.

“Oh! Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan Hi Abel.” I looked up. It was Cindy. She was wearing an apron and holding one of those little pads to write up orders. Shit. She worked here.

“Hi, Cindy,” I said.

“Oh, and is this your mother?”

Annie’s face turned several shades of red.

“No,” I said firmly. “This a friend. Annie this is Cindy, Cindy, Annie.”

“Oh,” said Cindy, a little less brightly. “Well, I’ll see you tonight, right?”

“Cindy,” said Annie, her voice low, “how about taking our order?”

“Yeah, sure,” she said.

“One large clam and garlic pie,” said Annie.

“Okay.” She wrote the order down, looked at me again, and walked off looking none too happy.

Annie poured a beer and pushed it to me, and then one for herself.

“I’m not the only one with friends,” she said.

I shrugged. “I just met her, actually. There’s a bar she hangs out at.”

“Oh,” said Annie.

“I don’t know many people here,” I said. “I just moved here a month ago.”

“What prompted you to move here?” She sounded surprised anyone would want to.

“The lure of the big city,” I said smiling.

“Abel, this isn’t a big city.”

“I was misinformed.”

She stared at me, I smiled, and she started to laugh.

“So you like old movies?”

“I pretty much like any movie, but yeah, movies from the 30’s and 40’s are awesome.”

We talked about movies. I found out she like science fiction movies best, but hated the ones based on comic books. She would watch anything with Tom Cruise in it, though she thought his interest in scientology was misplaced. I threw in a few jokes, she came back me with some more and we were having a pretty good time, until Cindy showed up with the pizza.

“Here, you go,” she said sweetly. She smiled at me. “Let me top off your beer.” With that she picked up the pitcher.

“You don’t have to do that, Cindy,” I said.

She leaned over to my ear. “Tonight? Right?”

“Um, I can’t.”

“Can’t?” she said, her voice becoming shrill. “Can’t?” With that Cindy turned the pitcher over my head.

“What the!” I said, dripping in beer. In a flash, Annie was out of the booth and standing over Cindy.

“Get your shit,” she growled. “You’re fired!”

“What? You can’t fire me.”

Gina immediately was at the back of Cindy.

“Yes, she can. She’s Jimmi’s daughter.”

Cindy looked at me, then to Annie, who had a fierce look on her face, then turned and fled.

“How long has she worked here?” said Annie to Gina.

“Just a couple months, part-time.”

“Is there anyone else you can call in?”

“Yes, sure. Junior’s always up for more hours.”

“Okay, and some bar towels, please.”

“Sure, Annie.”

“Abel, I am so sorry,” said Annie turning to me. Gina brought a stack of towels. Annie handed the pizza to her. “Box it up, please.”

“Sure.”

Annie handed me a towel and she started moping up the mess.

“Annie, I’ll do that,” said Gina.

“Good thing we weren’t busy. God, when pops finds out about this, he’ll hit the roof.”

Gina touched Annie on the arm. “He’ll be glad you came in, Annie. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’ll be okay, here?” said Annie. She looked tense.

“Sure, I texted Junior. He’s on his way, Tony’s in the back.”

“Come on, Abel. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Before I knew it, after a short car ride, I was in Annie’s condo.

#

“The bathroom’s on the right,” I said. “Here, give me that shirt.”

Okay, maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing to bring a man I hardly knew back to my house. On the other hand, considering how coolly he handed things back at pop’s restaurant, I didn’t think he was the violent type. He even started apologizing in the car for what Cindy did.

He stood in my kitchen and pulled the shirt over his head. I had to keep from gasping. Man, he was built. And, I suspected, his tattoos played out over his pecs. His abs weren’t inked, but they were tantalizingly ripped. I took the shirt quickly, trying not to let him see my stare.

“Go, get that beer washed off you. Then we’ll eat.”

I washed his tee shirt in the sink, using dish soap, scrubbed and rinsed it good, giving it good twists to ring it out. I got a towel from the linen closet and rolled the shirt in it, blotting the excess moisture, then threw it in my dryer. I turned around and Abel, gloriously half-naked was staring at me. I swallowed hard.

“Let’s eat,” I said.

He stood there a second as if thinking something over.

“Have any good movies?” he said.

“I have Amazon and Netflix,” I said.

“Good.”

I showed him the set-up in the living room, and he started going through the movies. I put the pie on the coffee table, and brought him a beer from the fridge. I got myself a glass of wine.

He settled on Casablanca, of all movies. He patted the couch next to him.

“Come on,” he said. “I love this movie.”

God help me, I sat right next to him, my heart thumping.

“What Escort Anadolu Yakası do you like about this movie?” I said.

“How everything is so messed up. Ilsa loves both of them, and wants both of them, but for different reasons. Her husband is the knight in shining armor, and Rick is the handsome rogue that she can’t stop thinking about. Who does she choose?”

“The good boy and the bad boy, huh? What’s good for her and the one that isn’t?”

Abel nodded. “Only, as the twist, the rogue turns into the knight, but only if he can’t have her.”

“Yeah, that ending still has people talking,” I said. “But, she let Rick make the choice for her. That’s the part I don’t like.”

“Really? If you were her, which one would you chose?”

“Me? Hmmm, the morally superior prick that so graciously “forgives” my indiscretions, or the rakish rogue that’s too afraid to commit and uses the world’s crisis to avoid me? Neither! I’d choose Claude Rains. At least he’s not afraid to have a good time.”

Abel started laughing then, a good long laugh that shook his shoulders. God, how sexy were those shoulders? When he stopped laughing he put his arm around me, and kissed my temple, just like that, sweet and affectionate. Then we settled in to watch the rest of movie eating the pizza. He’d tease me whenever Rains came on the screen. “There’s your honey,” he said and he’d chuckle. And I’d poke him in the ribs with my elbow for his cracks, though gods, help me I wanted to put my hands on him. With the last crack and my last poke, his used his fingers to tickle my side, and I jumped. This encouraged him even more, and soon, I was laughing, trying to fend off his tickling. I kept trying to scrunch down to protect myself, and soon he was leaning over me with his marvelous body. His got very serious. Against my leg, I could feel the bulge in his pants. Our eyes met, and warmth spread between my thighs.

“Are you afraid to have a good time,” he said.

“Apparently not,” I reply.

“Good,” he said. And he kissed me.

#

Here I am, with a beautiful man kissing me and I’m fighting myself whether this is a good idea. The horny side of me was winning out, when my damn phone went off.

“Let me get that,” I gasp.

“Let it ring,” said Abel.

“No, it might be my father, or the restaurant or…”

Abel pushed himself away and I picked up the phone off the coffee table.

“Hi, sweetie.” Jack.

“Yup,” I said.

“Miss me?”

“Nope.”

“There’s a little thing called conversation. It starts out by stringing a few words together.”

“Uh-huh,” I said as I move to the kitchen. “So what’s up?”

“The auditors are coming next week. I can really use you.”

“Yes, I’m sure you can.” I didn’t hide the sarcasm in my voice.

“Please.”

“What?”

“Just…please.”

“No.”

He swore.

“Good night, Jack. I’m hanging up the phone now.”

“No, wait.” He sounded desperate. There was a hitch in his voice.

“What is it?”

“I promise a huge bonus if you just show up. Look at things.

Help get things organized. You don’t have to stay, just come.”

He sounded very strange.

“Are you okay?” I said

.

“Fine, just…come, okay.”

“Allright, Jack” I said. “I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” he said. And I hung up.

I turned around, and Abel was leaning, arms crossed, in the doorway.

“Who’s Jack?” he said

#

I hoped that JuJu wasn’t at my apartment, but I wasn’t that lucky. She sat on the couch watching the television. She bounced up and flung herself at me. Her jasmine scented perfume clung to every inch of her even her long black hair. JuJu was petite, just the way I like women, but was still was curvy. Her yellow summer dress hung low on her round breasts and pulled in tight on her waist, the skirt hugging her shapely hips.

“Hi, honey,” JuJu said. She laid a big kiss on me.

“Um,” I said trying to pull away, “I’m really beat, honey.”

“Oh,” she pouted. “I picked up your prescription for you.” She looked at me hopefully.

“Let me take a raincheck,” I said.

“How about a drink?” she said.

“Sure.”

“I made some hot wings for you. Spicy, just the way you like them.” She breathed that last sentence in ear and I knew she wasn’t going to give up.

“Sounds great,” I said.

“Let me just heat them up. They will be ready in a second.”

I walked to my bedroom, seeing JuJu’s clothes spread out all over. I told her a thousand times to put up her clothes, and take most of them home and she just wouldn’t listen. This is my own fault, of course. I got a little enthusiastic about JuJu when we first started up and let her spend more time here than I should. Sighing I walked into the bathroom, and opened the medicine cabinet. There in the new prescription bottle were the little blue pills that help keep things going for me. I picked up the bottle.

JuJu came in the bedroom. “You got an email from the auditors. They are going to be here next week.”

“Oh fuck, why didn’t you call me?”

“I tried, you didn’t pick up. But what difference does that make? It’s a week.”

“I have to make a call,” I said.

“Can’t it wait, baby? I missed you.”

“No. Why don’t you get the table set.”

“Okay,” but she didn’t sound happy. She left the room and I called Annie. It took a few rings before she answered.

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The smoke was beginning to really bother me. The way it hung thick in the air, like some gray fog, was the same way it was hanging in my lungs. The painfully loud sound system pounded the beat into me. If I’d been less disoriented by the atmosphere, or if I’d found anyone to dance with, I might have actually enjoyed the rhythmic asphyxiation. I found my way through the crowded club, being jostled hither and yon as I made my way to a secluded spot.

From here I finished the drink I’d begun some time before, and, frowning at how warm it had become, I decided maybe it was time to call it a night. I passed by a fire exit in the back of the bustling dance floor and paused. Walking back, I made a mental bet with myself that no one would hear the siren if I were to slip out the door, over the driving music. I don’t know exactly why I decided to go for it- maybe it was the lack of oxygen, maybe it was the impenetrable-seeming throng.. and maybe something else. But, for whatever reason I pushed at the fire escape, and it opened.

What was most alarming was the lack of alarm! Apparently the warning stickers on the door were all bluff. Taking the opportunity, I quickly ducked out, a patch of the thick gray smoke floating out with me. Closing the door and noticing the haze, I waved about to clear it, but I had no real luck. I began to move toward the parking lot, when I noticed a different door in the building, which was just cracked open. Curiously, I peered in, only to see a staircase leading down into darkness.. and what was that..?

I could hardly believe I could hear anything after the cacophony on the dance floor, but there was… singing? Yes, a woman, singing, coming faintly up the stairway. Too curious to even think about caution, I followed this soft siren song down the stairs. I tried to be careful as I descended, not wanting to disturb what mystery I was about to discover. Unfortunately, the darkness and lingering smoke distracted me just enough to let me catch my black blazer’s sleeve on the handrail, tearing a few sleeve buttons from it. They clattered down the stairway, each peck of the nickel ornaments on the polished linoleum causing a jolt on my spine, afraid to upset the alluring song that was now becoming clearer.

The singing hadn’t even paused. I let myself breathe again, and began to take the final few steps to what, in the meager light, I thought was likely to be the bottom landing. Just before reaching there, Anadolu Yakası Escort I decided to stop and peer around the open doorframe. Like a kid who wants to sneak a clue about what he’s getting for Christmas, by rattling his presents, I strained my eyes to make out light, shapes, movement in that dim expanse beyond the stairwell. My nose told me the first thing about it, though: a sweet, perfumed musky scent was wafting to me. My ears followed fast, finally telling me what the mysterious voice was intoning into the night from here, in this unexpected underworld:

Come to me lover,
complete me tonight,
I feel you near me,
give up your fight…

Incredibly, this song matched the faint but driving pulse of the sound system upstairs, the rest of the commercially acceptable noise stripped, and only its lifebeat finding its way here. My eyes finally adjusted, and my heart melted as I made out the flickerings of the light of one large candle playing over the curves of a woman. She danced, the faint light making only small parts of her glow as portions of her moved nearer the flame, then away…

So close to me now,
join me in dance,
Step closer to me,
Take now your chance…

Her voice was so soft, and yet nothing could have been a firmer command. I felt my desire to be close to this sweet enchantress overfill me, the want seeming to flow down from the crown of my head, enveloping my body, making it move to the landing…

Krik-BOOM!

I didn’t turn my head at the noise, I could see what it had been: the door to the alley outside had slammed shut just as my feet both firmly hit the landing. This caused the red EXIT signs at the top of the stairs and just above me to light up, bathing the stairwell in a red radiance. She had turned her head though, and was staring at me, the red light from my landing just touching some of her closest parts as she altered her song. Just for a moment, a part of me lit in wonder that she hadn’t missed a beat of it, but that passed rapidly as her words carried over to me:

Otherworldly Male,
Smoke as your mantle,
Red upon black,
The light of your candle

Come to me now,
O Agent of Night,
Join with me here
And take my delight…

The red glare that flooded over me caught the last wisps of the smoke I had been covered in from the club. Beyond any knowing or understanding, I walked forward, the ethereal fiery wedge of the red light Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan becoming a cellar door that I was arising from. Her dance was slow, and ever so sensual in how it shifted and swayed, as I softly approached. I could now see that she only wore a set of very loose and flowing transparent sleeves, connected to a gown made of the same gossamer material, whose length never reached more than an inch below the juncture of her swaying, rotating legs…

Halt and prepare,
cast aside your shell
slowly, with reverence
reveal you as well

There was no more thought left to me but the thoughts she graciously gave. As I softly undid my blazer and shirt, she began to dance slower still, the beat from above slowing with what must have been the change of a song. Still, it seemed to fit her needs perfectly, allowing her to move with the kind of grace and skill that would have aroused even a perfectly straight woman. The effect it had on me was overpowering, and as I set aside my garments and stood naked before her, I knew I had never been as perfect for anyone as I was for this wonder, this awe-inspiring lady, this… woman. Right then, she was woman as if no other had ever been. She beckoned me to her and I moved slowly, my movement matching the falling rhythm without my meaning it to.

She knelt before me, her eyes deep and glittering up to mine, as her fingers reached over and dipped into the molten wax of the candle, which had burnt to just about knee height, having sent many rivers of its essence down its phallic walls. Her fingers rubbed some of the excitingly hot wax deep into the cleft of my ass, causing a shudder to rip through my entire world. Another dip of her fingers and the hot (but oddly not painful) fluid was coating my balls, her deft fingers making sparks of passion and pleasure ignite within me. The experience went beyond what I could put words to, and soon, her gentle but adept hands had placed wax over my navel, my sternum, upon my throat, and right between my eyes.

She bent to gather a small handful and then turned and kissed me, her tongue opening my mouth as if it belonged to her, not me. The hot wax poured gently upon the crown of my head and suddenly everything seemed to become alive in a way I can’t begin to make sense of. Fire erupted up my spine to be met by icy water rushing down that channel to meet it, and the resulting inner steam caused my entire being to glow. Escort Anadolu Yakası She had begun to chant, and I found myself joining her in it:

Be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me…

These words flowed out in time with the beat from above, which now simply seemed to be at our mutual command. She laid me down facing up and slowly straddled me. For just a moment my mind quailed, unsure if it could possibly withstand any more stimulation, but the chant took that worry, wrapped it up and soothed it to sleep with each passing of those words:

… be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me…

The chant grew slightly more whispered by us both as our sexes joined, her sweet bloom sliding down a bit, up slightly, then down more, taking more and more of my perfect member into her perfect flower of womanhood. The heat ws threatening to melt me away, leaving nothing else, and her eyes were so deep, such incredible pools of lust and desire kindled deep with a fire of power and sensuality. She joined her hands to mine, fingers interweaving as she settled fully onto me, her chanting and mine now gasping softly between words, but still on rhythm. The beat began to call for a faster dance, and so she rotated her hips in perfect time to it, the chant carrying into every part of my being as we swayed together slippery and sweet:

… be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me…

My enchantress and I spent much time, and yet no time at all, it seemed, becoming one. The beat would vary and so would her sweet movements, sometimes dancing up and down upon me, sometimes rotating, occasionally both. Each time she slipped into a different pattern I felt another barrier dissolve between us, and we both began to gasp more as we chanted. It seemed that the fires that threatened to consume me were working at her core just as furiously. Indeed, nothing seemed to be different anymore between us. We moaned our chant out louder now, musically singing out to the fast beat:

… be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me…

Suddenly, the explosion rocked us both a once, and something I’ve never felt hit. Her sex clutched mine and as she kissed me, I felt as if I was releasing into her, but I knew that it was actually being held back by her, somehow, as was her final release. Explosions rocked through our forms, her tongue taking me as my shaft had just taken her sex, and suddenly, it all released and we flowed together, nothing else seeming real ever again.

We had joined, perfect for each other.

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Another visit to our favourite club and another evening coming to an end. We ventured up the tight winding staircase one last time for good luck as you just never know. Ending up alone in the now eerily quiet red and black dungeon room I sat playfully on the leather swing holding the chains in a suggestive manner.

Usually the corridor would be awash with single males awaiting the nod to slide the gate open and step over the threshold. The previous evening I was caged in the cavernous corner with 6 guys taking turns and then all around me… My good friend had been sat on the Y shaped bench overseeing who was suitable. However, it was now couples night so a more chilled dynamic of an evening had followed.

The same Y shaped bench had been used earlier that morning for a photo shoot with me in matching black and red leopard print lingerie. From the swing I could see out the corner of my eye the black metal frame of the St Andrew’s Cross that has also provided much earlier pleasure. Now the cool feel of the red leather could be felt through the sheer black fabric barely covering my body. I was wearing a black and gold mesh teddy in similar look but much softer to the mornings look. My body arched and squirmed, I needed warmth. Looking up I caught a glimpse of the ceiling straps I’d earlier been hanging from.

No words between us but a nod to the bench and I made my way off the Anadolu Yakası Escort swing. Sitting on the edge I was gently pushed backwards. Legs ever so spread and dangling off the edge. I lay back fully and enjoyed the silence. The chains of the swing still swaying was almost like dull background music. The corridor was empty, fun was winding down for the night and many soon heading for home. This was our first proper alone time in the depths of the club. A room full of memories seemed quite fitting.

I was being teased, tips of fingers running up my silky stocking covered shins, the inside of my thighs caressed and trailing over my mesh covered lips. I could feel warmth, I could feel excitement build!

“Enjoy, let me…” I let my head drop back and relax, closing my eyes in total acceptance. His hands were exploring me more and more. Both hands round my waist, then trailing over my hips, back up past my waist with a gentle brush over my pert nipples.

A faint sound of heels in the distance were almost in time with the swaying chains nearby. They were getting nearer, but I could here no voices. Who was it? I could now sense a third person in the room.

Slowly I opened my eyes to meet the most gorgeous brown eyes with a wicked glint casting their approval the length of my body. Her skin as smooth as chocolate against her vibrant turquoise lingerie.

Curves to Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan match my own, she sashayed in hot pink heels, with a supermodel like strut around the bench. A peacock like display, fanning out her imaginary feathers. Was it a ritual too draw us in, her courting possible new play mates with her plumage?

“Let me”… I now felt her hands on my body, she’d been watching and followed the exact sequence of touch my friend had just caressed me with. Never had I laid before a female in such a way, i was full of anticipation. I felt a vulnerability never felt before.

I soon felt another set of eyes cast over me. A strong masculine presence now filling the gap in the gate. He was watching her every move. He moved closer but kept his distance, now standing beside my friend. A smile filled my face, as a fun wink and a smile back, we both agreed. They both gently nodded to each other, an acceptance between them. No need for chatting, we all silently knew! Leaving the dungeon together we found the nearest private room across the corridor and locked the door.

A quick introduction, they had been working late and had made it for the last hour of the evening. Chemistry had done the talking for us, no need for much more.

Our lips met, kissing slowly at first as we grew ever more passionate. I slipped the straps off her bright bra to reveal full breasts Escort Anadolu Yakası as she slid the sheerness off my shoulders to reveal the same. Cupping each other’s breasts and gently taking turns to tongue each other’s nipples. Removing each others lingerie fully we took turns to lie back and taste each other’s wetness. The guys sitting eagerly either side of us just watching and waiting for the signal to join in. Soon we became an entanglement of skin tones as our bodies explored something new.

Her soft lips were a stark contrast against his hard pale cock. Watching it was arousing something deep inside me – I like seeing new and I like seeing different. I knew he was watching the same but opposite, that made the desire burn deeper. Before long i was pinned in the corner of the pvc booth, his fingers exploring every part of me, me tasting even more of his dark length. I could see my friends hands now round her full hips about to pull her curves in closer. Her eyes began to roll in pleasure just as mine do with his same feel. I was craving that similar feel too, and with that he just knew. I was released from the corner and soon on my knees facing her. I was now taking his thick dark length deep inside. Both guys moving in sync as our lips met again to kiss with each thrust. It became hot and it became frantic. We all knew being in the right place at the right time had made for an explosive evening. With that timing was again on our sides as both guys came in unison just as the lights came up to signal closing, the perfect end to our weekend!

We never did catch their names, just our elusive ‘peacock playmates’ as they are now affectionately known!

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She could barely contain her excitement as she hurried around her apartment. He was older and most probably pulling a fast one on her but…what if he wasn’t? He had said all the right things and new just what buttons to push as they chatted on line. Maybe she had been too forward? It’s not like she wasn’t being truthful and this wasn’t right up her alley.

The time that she had met those two boys at Maria’s party jumped to mind. She sure wasn’t shy or embarrassed that night. She wasn’t worried about getting in trouble or being taken advantage on that occasion.

Of course she was old enough. She had just turned 18. She was very sexually experienced for her age. In fact the things she had done would have caused Jenna Jamison to blush. And secret fantasies and fetishes? She had dozens, including a crush on shemale porn star Gia Darling. even so, all of her sexual experiences had been with boys her own age or younger than her.

Patricia straightened out her denim skirt and t-shirt. She knew that she was over weight and not the prettiest girl around but that didn’t curb her enthusiasm one bit. She was very proud of her perky orange sized boobs and luscious ass. It was big, that was for sure but she had never had a problem finding a boy that would do her doggie style.

As Patricia finished getting ready at the mirror, she couldn’t help but admire her full, plump lips. They were made for sucking cock and that was by far her favorite pastime. She was worried when she sent Seth her picture over the Internet that he wouldn’t she wasn’t hot enough for his Internet venture. He told her that he had worked for some of the more famous porn companies in southern California and he had sent her links of some of the amateur porn that his friends had shot and posted on line.

She thought back to how it had all started. She was watching porn clips on her favorite site and had ventured into the chat room there. Almost like magic, a few moments later this funny guy had entered and was looking to make porn in her hometown! He was quite a bit Bostancı Escort older than her and he was a white guy to make matters worse, but there was something about him that she found very intriguing.

Soon they had switched to a private chat room and he wanted her to audition for his porn company. He said he would take digital pictures of one of her world famous blowjobs and take it to his business partners.

After what had seemed like months the day of their actual meeting and audition had finally arrived. They had agreed to meet near her house at a public place and then if she felt comfortable she would blow him in his car! She couldn’t believe that she had agreed to it. No matter how much she tried to talk herself out of it she just couldn’t keep away.

The day had arrived and she was finally ready. One glance back into the full-length mirror and she was ready to go. She walked two blocks to the fast food restaurant that they had agreed to meet at. She had no idea what he looked like and hoped that he was at least a little bit cute and that he wasn’t repulsed by how much she weighed.

She was finally there. Patricia walked inside the restaurant and scanned the dinning area. There was a really old man in the corner. No that couldn’t be him. There were a couple of teenaged boys laughing at something in the booth to the right. It wasn’t them she was sure. After a few more minutes of searching she decided to get a drink and sit at one of the tables with a good view of the door.

After the longest 15 minutes of her life he entered. She knew it in an instance. He walked in with a lot of confidence and a smile that could have melted a glacier. He was cute she thought with much relief. He had a touch of gray in his hair, but instead of aging him it gave him this added presence that she found irresistible.

He scanned the room much the way she had and eventually they locked eyes and she smiled at him. She could tell right away that he was very pleased with her. Maybe it was because she was so much younger than him or maybe, Bostancı Escort Bayan just maybe it was because he thought she really was sexy and cute.

“Hi” he said warmly. “You’re even more beautiful in person. I’m very pleased.”

Her dark skin hid her blushing, or so she hoped.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes.” Patricia replied. “Ready and a little bit nervous.”

The plan had been to get in Seth’s car and drive to a park somewhere and she would show him her stuff. They both decided, instead, to walk across the street and find a secluded spot in the trees there.

Patricia noted that Seth had his camera bag and smiled and the hope of a good audition.

After walking around awkwardly for the better part of half an hour, Seth decided that the only place to really get a secluded shoot would be under the bridge on the bike and jogging trail.

They had a bit of a rough time getting down the embankment but finally they managed and Seth pulled out his digital camera. He walked further down the slope under the bridge so that he could get a full-length shot of her. Patricia nervously posed for him and then Seth asked her what her bra size was.

“I’m only a C. You would think with how big the rest of me is that god would have given me much larger tits!” She answered.

“Can I see them?” He asked. “I think I’ll be very happy with what you have.”

Patricia pulled up her shirt and bra exposing her boobs to Seth, who quickly snapped a couple of pictures of them.

“Patricia?” Her older admirer asked. “May I feel them?”

Suddenly the excitement and sexuality of the encounter was starting to be replaced by embarrassment and unease. She nodded her head in agreement anyway and Seth soon had his hands on her firm breasts.

“Wow!” He said. “Very nice!”

Patricia noticed that Seth was starting to get a sizable bulge in his pants.

“I’m ready.” Patricia announced and traded places with Seth as she pulled her shirt back down over her shapely chest. As Patricia started to assert a small Escort Bostancı level of control her unease started to dissipate and she felt even better as the thought of a nice hard cock in her mouth came to mind.

Seth Sat down, higher on the embankment than her so that as she kneeled she was in a really good position to administer to his cock. As Seth fumbled with his camera and slowly started to unzip his pants, Patricia couldn’t stand it anymore and took full control. She reached into his pants with both hands and fished out a rather surprisingly large penis.

Patricia quickly engulfed his cock in her mouth sliding her full lips all the way down his shaft. She loved the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth and the taste of precum.

Seth moaned in delight and Patricia was feeling very pleased that he thought she had a talent for cock sucking. She looked up at him as she sucked his cock and he smiled down at her and kept snapping pictures.

She had her hand wrapped hard around his shaft and pumped him as she sucked him into her mouth. Her other hand gently caressed his balls. She could feel him start to tense and knew that he would last much longer.

They had agreed before hand to let him cum in her mouth and take pictures as his sperm oozed out of her mouth and down his shaft. She usually swallowed and was a little bit disappointed that she wouldn’t get her fill of sperm today but the pictures would be well worth it.

“I’m going to cum.” He warned.

He erupted into her mouth. She was surprised at the amount and gagged a little as his first shot hit the back of her throat. She looked up at him with his cock still deep in her mouth and the cum started dripping out of Patricia’s mouth. Seth snapped a few more pictures and Patricia slid her lips off of his cock and wiped the few remaining strands of semen off of her mouth.

Patricia watched as Seth stuffed his semi hard, wet cock into his boxer briefs and fastened his pants.

The odd couple walked out of the park as awkwardly as they had walked in and went their separate ways. Patricia always regretted that they never saw each other after that. Sure he sent her the pictures. She also found out that he really wasn’t in the porn business, but that didn’t matter. It was a blowjob that she would never forget. And she was quite sure that he wouldn’t either.

The End

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