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Chapter 2 – Reunion

Jane hummed as she took a long bath and got dressed with unusual care. It was the night Lax was back in town. Jane’s breath caught as she got lost in the erotic memories of the day she met Lax. She shivered as she thought of his rough hands on her body. She added a touch of makeup and perfume before heading out the door.

The bar was quiet as usual and Jane headed towards her usual spot and sat down. She ordered a rum and coke from Charlie, the bartender, and settled in to wait for Lax. She took a drink and sighed, remembering how he tasted of rum. Jane let her imagination run. She thought about the last time she had touched him. She blushed slightly as she thought of all the things that they had done and began to daydream of things she wanted to do tonight.

8 drinks and 4 hours later, it was 1 am. Jane was smashed. She decided she had waited long enough.

“Stupid man!” Jane grumbled as she staggered back towards her apartment. “It’s a good thing I live so close.” Jane thought as she leaned her head against the building’s front door and flipped through her keys as her head spun.

All of a sudden, a large, strong arm grabbed her from behind, one hand landing squarely over her mouth. Jane shrieked in surprise.

“Easy baby girl, it’s just me,” said a calm, familiar, deep voice.

Jane’s body relaxed as she realized who it was and then tensed again. Lax let go of her mouth and turned her to face him without letting her go.

“You asshole,” Jane growled, “I’ve been waiting for you at the bar for 4 hours!”

She tried to back away from him, but ended up getting dizzy again and slumping against him instead. Lax raised his eye brows at her.

“Sorry about that,” Lax said, “The traffic between here and Boston is seriously fucked up. We just got back in town. I called Charley, but he said you already left.”

Jane stared at him for a minute and then shrugged.

“It’s ok,” Jane said, breaking into giggles, “It just builds the antishipashun.”

Lax’s eyes widened once more for a second before he threw back his head and roared with laughter.

“You’re piss drunk!” Lax said, still bent over laughing.

“Give the man an award for both his detective skills and his sexiness.” Jane said, giggling some more.

She eyed him hungrily. Now that he was here, she wanted to get the party started.

“Come on Captain Morgan,” Lax said, grabbing her keys and opening the door, “Let’s go upstairs.”

Jane giggled yet again.

“Captain Morgan. Aye Aye!” Jane said as she leaned heavily against Lax as they climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Lax propped Jane against the wall as he unlocked the door. Jane just stared at Lax for a minute.

“You are so hot.” She sighed as Lax opened the door and steered her inside.

Lax lightly pushed her backwards and she landed on a couch.

“Don’t grup escort sleep.” Lax said seriously, “I’ll make you some coffee.”

He headed back to the kitchen and made a coffee for Jane and a drink for himself. Lax headed back into the living room and found Jane with her eyes closed, humming an Irish drinking song.

“At least you’re a happy drunk.” Lax said, handing her the coffee mug, “Drink this.”

“Mmmmm” Jane sighed as she took a sip of hot coffee.

After a while, she felt much more awake. Lax was sitting across from her in a lazy boy. Jane set her cup down on a coffee table, still a little unsteady. She walked to Lax, took his empty glass, and set it down on the table. Lax said nothing as she walked back to him and sat down on his lap, facing him. He put his hands on her hips and then ran them up and down her waist. Jane closed her eyes and purred like a cat.

“I’ve been thinking of this since I found your note last time.” Jane said, as she ran her hands up and down his arms.

Lax didn’t respond, but ran his eyes up and down her body. Jane felt her body tighten in response to his gaze. She decided that she didn’t want to wait any longer. She leaned forward and caught Lax by surprise as she kissed his mouth, hard. Lax sat up and pulled her tight against him as he kissed her back. Jane groaned as she opened her mouth and Lax slid his tongue in her mouth and caressed her. Jane gasped into his mouth as Lax as he slid his hands up the back of her shirt. He broke the kiss as he deftly unhooked her bra and pulled it off as Jane played with his hair. Lax gave Jane a wicked smile as he took one hand out of her shirt and tangled it in her long hair. Jane gasped dizzily as Lax gently pulled her head back and began to kiss her neck. His other hand went to one of her breasts and caressed the soft skin. Jane moaned again at the sensations his hand and mouth were making in her. Jane leaned back slightly and started pulling at the hem of Lax’s shirt. Lax let go of her for a minute and dragged the shirt up over his head.

“You are just the hottest little thing.” Lax gasped as he reached for the hem of Jane’s shirt and pulled it off of her head.

Jane said nothing as she tangled a hand in Lax’s long hair and pulled his head back. She started kissing and licking down his neck as he had done to her earlier. She sighed as she breathed in the way his skin smelled. There was nothing quite like the smell of a clean, hot man. Jane slid down off of Lax’s legs and to the floor. She slid his legs apart and settled in between them on the floor. She kissed her way down his chest, savoring each gasp and each sigh. All of a sudden, she stood up. Jane grabbed Lax’s belt and pulled him out of the chair. She tugged the belt loose and pulled it off quickly. She undid his pants, let them drop, and then iranlı escort shoved Lax back down into the chair.

“I think I like it when you’re drunk!” Lax said with a smirk.

Jane just smiled as she knelt down again and started kissing where she had left off. Lax was rock hard in his boxers. Jane ran her hands up Lax’s thighs from his knees. She looked straight into Lax’s eyes as she ran one hand up over his cock in his boxers. She just smiled as he shuddered and dropped his head back on the chair. Jane took Lax’s cock out of his boxers and savored the feel of it in her hand. He had a great looking cock and Jane loved the way it looked against her hands. Jane moved her hands around him as she kissed his thighs. Lax still had his head back on the chair, so Jane bit his thigh to get his attention. When his head snapped back up, Jane licked the tip of his cock, still looking him right in the eye. Keeping eye contact, Jane slid her mouth slowly down his cock, keeping her hands on him also. Lax let out a strangled groan as he gripped the arms of the chair. Jane moved her mouth and hands for a while, savoring Lax’s groans. Lax’s knuckles were white as he gripped the chair.

All of a sudden, Lax grabbed her hair again and eased her up off of his cock. Jane just looked up at him with a wanton look.

“Bloody hell, ya wench.” Lax sighed as he stood up and pulled Jane to her feet also.

Jane shrieked as Lax picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

“You are such a, such a, caveman!” Jane giggled as Lax carried her down the hallway.

“Good,” Lax said, “Maybe they’ll start giving me commercials.”

He set her down and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off her legs. Jane sighed as Lax ran his hands over her thighs. He stared in appreciation at the red bikini underwear that Jane had chosen specially for him.

“Come here.” Lax said as he grabbed her hand and set her up on a dresser.

He grasped the sides of her underwear and pulled them down. He grabbed a chair and sat in front of the dresser. His rough hands heated her thighs as he pushed them apart. Jane grabbed his head for balance. She sucked in her breath as he placed hot wet kisses up the inside of her thigh, stopping right before he got to where she desperately wanted him. Jane growled in frustration as he stopped abruptly and started up the inside of her other thigh. When he reached the place she wanted him, he reached out his tongue and brushed it against her slit as lightly as he could.

“Please…let me come” whimpered Jane.

“Sit still girl, don’t make me tie you up.” Lax said with a grin.

Lax pushed her chest so that she was leaning back on the dresser. His fingers found her and he put three of them in and curled them toward himself. Jane moaned loudly and ground her hips against the sensation keçiören escort his fingers produced. He leaned forward and licked up one side of her lips and down the other. Jane squirmed and sighed. Suddenly, Lax sucked her clit into his mouth, hard. Jane shrieked at the sensation. Lax started moving his fingers in and out of her, increasing the intensity.

“Jane.” Lax said seriously.

Jane peeled her blue eyes open and looked into the fiery hazel of his.

“I want you to come for me.” Lax said quietly. “Come.”

He sucked her clit back into her mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

“Ahhhh!” Jane whined.

She arched her back and thrust her hips as the sensation built like an approaching freight train. She screamed as a very powerful climax washed over her.

“Yeah, get it!” Lax growled as he increased the pressure and drover her higher.

Jane collapsed back on the dresser, completely boneless. Lax gave her clit one last long lick, causing her body to jerk, then stood up. He picked her up and gently set her on the bed. He gently turned her over on the bed and raised her hips up. She propped herself up her elbows and looked back at him with a look of pure lust.

“You better fuck the shit out of my pussy.” Jane said calmly.

“You know I will. You’ll be calling my name begging to come again.” Lax replied, rolling on a condom.

Jane shuddered. She loved the way he talked dirty to her and how it made the warmth flow through her body straight to the core of her. Lax slapped Jane on her ass, hard.

“Ooooh…” Jane moaned.

Lax pushed down on her back and then grabbed her hips, pulling her back to him. Grabbing his rock hard cock in his hand, Lax rubbed the head against Jane’s lips and then up to her swollen, wet clit. Jane whined and squirmed her hips, trying to get him inside her. Lax smacked Jane’s ass again. She groaned and thrust her hips back at him again. Lax lined up his cock with her pussy and drove it all the way into Jane, as deep as he could.

“Ahhhh!!!!” Jane screamed.

Lax threw his head back and fucked her hard. Jane pushed back on every thrust.

“Yeah, fuck me!” Jane gasped as Lax continued to pound her pussy.

Lax reached underneath her and rubbed her clit between two fingers as he slid in and out of her.

“You’re going to come again, aren’t you my sweet little slut.” Lax growled. “Get it Jane, come for me.”

The words poured over Jane and tightened her pussy around Lax.

“Just like that Jane. Tighten up on me and come. Come with my name.” Lax gasped, struggling to put off coming for a few more minutes.

Jane felt it coming from deep inside her. The sound started deep in her chest as a whine and ended up a scream as Lax grabbed her nipple with his free hand and squeezed lightly. Lax thrust three more times into her as hard as he could, arriving at a mind bending climax as her inner walls squeezed and massaged his pulsing dick.

Jane collapsed on the bed with Lax right behind her.

“Are you going to be here in the morning?” Jane asked lazily.

“Yeah, I don’t have to go until Wednesday.” Lax replied.

Lax hauled Jane up against his chest and started snoring.

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Ambrosia (what a name!?) opened her eyes and looked out her bedroom window to see green leaves and to hear birds singing merrily. She smiled serenely as she stretched her sun-drenched, sleep-warmed body. Time to get out of nice warm bed and into the world. Good thing there was nothing to do today. Sunday, relaxation day, no work, lots of time laze around.

Crawling slowly down off the four poster bed she set her feet on the floor, surprised to find that it wasn’t as cold as she was expecting it to be. She stood right in a shaft of sunlight. Not surprising considering it was almost one in the afternoon.

She went to the bathroom, stark naked, brushed her teeth and showered quickly. She took a towel from the rack and slowly smoothed it over her body drying the shower and soap off of her. She stalked back to her bedroom, naked once more, and went looking for something to wear.

Finding that her favorite jeans, shirt and undergarments had to be washed she slid into a blue thong and man’s white button down shirt. She scooped up her favorites and slowly made her way downstairs and to the laundry room.

Turning the knob to the desired setting she added a large scoop of lemon scented detergent. She loaded the clothes and went up to the kitchen for breakfast. Orange juice and Count Chocula cereal. Always a good combination. She put her feet up on the chair across from her and brought her bowl up under her chin and began to eat her cereal, once and a kızılay escort while reaching for a drink of juice.

It didn’t take long to eat, almost as long as it took the washer to get to rinse. Time for liquid softener. She put her dishes in the sink and filled them with water. “I’ll just do them later with the supper dishes. No hurry.”

She took her time going to the laundry room, just as she entered it hit the end of the rinse cycle. She opened the lid and dumped in a big splash of liquid softener. Just as she closed the lid and reached back to put the bottle of softener, she felt a hand on the back of her neck.

She tensed, not knowing what was going to happen. As she tried to stand up the hand held her firmly against the lid, firmly pinning her arms underneath her. There was nothing she could do. Screaming would not help, her nearest neighbours was some distance away, one not home and the other deaf. No, screaming would do no good. She attempted to struggle, the more she fought the harder he held her, not painfully just effectively pinning her to the washer. There really was nothing she could do.

With his other hand he traced her spine, up and down, up and down. He felt her shiver from pleasure, he knew where to touch her. He slid his hand down her back and squeezed her ass cheeks, slightly roughly and switching back and forth for several minutes.

He slid her shirt up her kolej escort back and almost to her shoulders. He dragged his fingers down her back causing her to shiver again. He rubbed her ass and tucked his hand into the gusset of her panties. She gasped at the intrusion. He pulled them down swiftly and disguising his voice commanded her to step out of them. Knowing she could do nothing she had to do as he asked, she stepped out of her panties and kicked them aside.

He positioned himself behind her and started to rub his erection against her. Hating herself for it but she couldn’t help herself, it felt so good she began to rub back. He moaned as she moved against him. He drew his hardness lower and took one hand to rim her lovely lips.

She began to pant and wiggle her ass. He knew now was the best time, before she realized what she was doing. In a swift gentle motion he thrust into her. She realized what was happening, and began lamely to struggle. He held her down still. He thrust into her slowly and gently. It was teasing her so much she started to wiggle and thrust back.

The more she moved the harder and faster he thrust his hard maleness into her. Both of them began to pant and moan. When the washer finished she climaxed. He thrust in one last time before he too was swept up by the sexual current.

He lay atop her resting. Once their breathing had slowed she asked, “now that you’ve maltepe escort fucked me who are you. I might as well know who you are, you’ve already had your way with me.” She just hoped that it wouldn’t anger him.

Once again disguising his voice he told her to put the laundry in the dryer but not to look back. She’d find out soon enough and if she looked back there would be hell to pay. Not knowing what that might entail she did as he asked.

Once the laundry was in the dryer he pressed himself against her again, hard and ready for the next round. “Mmmm baby, you smell so good.”

She recognized his voice, but he shouldn’t be home for hours. Unless it wasn’t him. He took her by the waist and turning her he lifted her to sit on the dryer. He saw the shock in her face as he reached across her to start the dryer.

He smiled and she opened her mouth to speak. He silenced her with his lips, she simply couldn’t think or talk when he sucked her clit that way. He brought her to another climax very quickly and she screamed his name and pulled his mouth against her even harder.

He pulled himself up to his full height and looked into her eyes. Again she tried to speak, this time he silenced her with a kiss. He put his thumb against her clit and two fingers into her pussy, letting the dryer help him. After another earth shattering orgasm he pulled his hand and lips away.

She started to protest and he kissed her again. As her eyes fluttered closed he thrust his cock into her again. Harder this time and more demanding he pumped into her as she moaned and screamed.

She couldn’t control herself and fell into the spiraling climax once more after only ten minutes. The very second the dryer buzzed he shot his load into her hot steamy pussy. Laundry would never be the same again.

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It’s 2am and we’re at the pub drinking with your friends. I’m watching you win game after game of pool and your skill is exciting me. Even though I’m proud of you I still feel a little lonely on the couches and I’m getting wet being so close to you, but I’m not allowed to touch you while you’re playing. It’s late and we’re both a little tipsy so after you win the next game I take you by the hand and tell you, ‘I need you right now.’ You agree and we put on our coats and go outside.

It’s pouring rain so we run home, splashing in puddles and laughing because I love the rain. We finally get to your room and we’re both soaking wet and shivering from cold. We immediately start ripping our clothes off, I take off my jacket, scarf and dress standing in front of you in my bra, thong, nylons and heels; I’m watching you taking off your wet jeans that are sticking to your legs and I have to touch you. I press up against you, still shivering and kiss you on your lips, down your cheek to your neck, your shoulders, your chest and back to your lips biting them softly. I kiss you until I can’t stand it and I have to drop to my knees and help you take off your pants and underwear. Your cock is already getting hard despite the cold.

I stand up and run over to turn on the heater in our room, mamak escort then come back and pick up where I left off, pulling your cock into my mouth, getting all of it in because it’s not fully hard yet. I move back and start again slowly, licking your balls and pulling them into my mouth one by one. I run my tongue slowly up your cock from the bottom all the way to the tip, then again. I kiss the tip of your cock, licking it, but not letting you push it into my mouth. I wait on my knees and tease you until you can’t stand it and you force your cock all the way down my throat. You thrust in and out of my mouth until I gag and then slow down.

I’m licking up all the spit and pre-cum as you start to walk away, toward the bedroom. I turned on the music as I walk through the living room and start to wiggle out of my nylons and bra. I’m dancing slowly to the music, teasing you, just out of your reach, slowly pulling my thong down my legs, watching your cock jump with excitement as I bend completely over in front of you. When I’m standing there in the warm room in nothing but heels you can’t wait any more, you bend me over the bed while I’m still standing and shove your cock into my dripping cunt. You start fucking me hard and I’m moaning ofise gelen escort and breathing heavily and it feels amazing.

I’m close to cumming when you stop and flip me over onto the bed. You lean your head down and start licking my pussy. I’m seconds from cumming as you take your tongue and lick from my cunt slowly up to my clit and back down. You start sucking and nibbling my clit and I almost scream with pleasure. You start licking again, pressing your tongue hard onto my clit and I have my first orgasm that night. You keep licking and sucking and I have another almost immediately. I’m starting to calm down, but you’re not done so you lean over me, kissing my lips, my neck, my ears and slide your cock gently into my throbbing cunt. It feels so good as you push it in centimeter by centimeter. When you get all the way in you pause for a moment, feeling the heat coming from both of us, making me squirm wanting more.

You wait until I start begging, “please fuck me, now, harder.” You’re pumping hard into me and we’re still kissing, I can feel my third orgasm coming and beg you not to stop. You keep going harder and faster until I can’t stop the scream, it’s amazing. I get chills all over and push you off of otele gelen escort me onto the bed. You lay down and let me touch you, my hands run over your chest, your arms, your legs, all the way up until I’m holding your hair, kissing your passionately, then back down as I slide my lips down with my hands across your whole body until I reach your cock. I put it in my mouth and push as far as I can down my throat. Your cock feels so good in my mouth that I won’t stop when you tell me to come up and get on top of you. I keep sucking it, playing with your balls with one hand and licking and teasing the tip, then pushing your cock back into my mouth as far as it will go. This gets me so horny that I have to turn around and let you eat me out while I keep working on your cock. You’re close to an orgasm and don’t want to cum yet, so I stop, enjoy you licking and biting and sucking on my clit, pushing your tongue into my cunt and finally I turn around and sit over you, kissing gently and slowly, slowly, sliding my pussy down onto your rock hard cock.

I go half way and come back off, again and go a little further each time until you’re moaning with pleasure. I finally sit down all the way and sigh with the release of your big cock in my tight pulsing cunt. I grind against you, keeping your cock in while enjoying the sensation on my clit, then when we’re both about to cum again I starting bouncing, fast and hard, on your cock until we’re both groaning and screaming with pleasure as we orgasm together. I collapse onto you and listen as our heartbeats slow down, feeling the sweat dripping down my back, kissing you slowly as we drift off to sleep.

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“Stop fighting with me! I’ve been given explicit instructions, and you’re going on this date whether you like it or not.”

Reid groaned dramatically as I tugged on his arm. “I already showered and everything, what else am I supposed to do, Sydney?”

“Um, put on a decent outfit?”

“What if I don’t even want to go?”

“Too bad. You had the opportunity to back out when Jodie asked you if she could set you up, and you didn’t, so now you’re going.” I mimed dragging him down the hallway to his room. “As your best friend and roommate, I’m in charge of making sure you show up and look good.”

Heavy footsteps fell on the floor as Reid stomped after me. “As my best friend, I’d think you’d be on my side about not wanting to go.”

Reid and I had been best friends since we were kids. Growing up next door to each other, we’d spent years playing basketball in his driveway in the summer or making snow forts in my yard in the winter. Even though Reid was two years older than me, he had always let me be part of his life. He might have teased me mercilessly, but I knew he was always there for me. He had helped me with crushes, coached me through my first date, first boyfriend, and first subsequent heartbreak.

It seemed only natural for us to room together while he went to trade school and I went to college. We were friends and students; he had a two-bedroom apartment and his roommate was moving out. It just so happened that once he was apprenticing and I had graduated, we just kept living together.

I knew people thought it was strange. Here we were, mid-20s, and living together platonically. I know a good number of people assumed we would get together one day, but Reid had never felt that way about me. It was kind of weird, at first, to bring dates back home and to know that he was across the hall from my bedroom, able to hear every little thing that happened. The discomfort didn’t last long, however. Many a date had made her way into Reid’s bedroom, and I learned quickly that a pair of noise-cancelling headphones was an easy enough solution.

I let myself into Reid’s room as he trailed behind me.

“Just watch. She’s going to be super hot and sexy and funny. It’ll be your last first date, you’ll fall in love and have eight kids and tell everyone about how it was just love at first sight. And I can be cool Auntie Syd and ride a motorcycle and buy them alcohol when they start going to parties in high school.”

“You’ve never even been on a motorcycle.”

I grinned at Reid from across his room as he stood in the doorway, head tilted in a pout.

“I’ll learn to ride a motorcycle,” I said.

“I don’t know why you and Jodie think that I need to be dating someone.” He entered the room and flopped onto his bed. “Maybe I’m happy living the single life.”

“At the very least, you need to get laid, Reid.” A startled noise came from his throat and I giggled as I opened his closet, searching through his clothes. “You used to have a parade of babes coming through here. Now you’re all grouchy. It’s clearly sexual frustration.”

“That is so very wrong. Besides, not all of us need a ‘parade of babes’ in our rooms. Unlike you, I like to have a night off once in awhile. Rest up, you know.”

I snorted. “Are you calling me a ho?”

“Nah, you already know you’re a ho.”

We both lost it, and I threw a shirt at him playfully between giggles. “Try this on for me.”

I heard him shift off the bed behind me and reluctantly begin changing as I dug through his closet for a few more outfit options.

“So who is this girl, again?”

“Jodie’s coworker, Lauren. She’s a social worker with their agency. I’ve met her a couple times, she’s super pretty and really sweet. Curly hair, kind of a boho-chic vibe. Lots of flowy dresses and such.”

“Mm. Not exactly my type, then?”

“I thought your type was ‘has boobs.'”

“I’ll have you know I’m a man of discerning tastes.”

“Ah yes, of course. And what is your type, then, exactly?” I turned around, arms full of clothing as Reid finished buttoning the shirt I’d thrown at him.

“You know…” he trailed off. “Sporty, kind of.”

“Oh, sure.” I rolled my eyes. “The shirt’s not doing it for me. Take that off and put on this t-shirt with this shirt over top of it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And these jeans.” I tossed the jeans across the bed.

“Are you going to watch me change?” His hands worked down the buttons as he spoke, eyes crinkling.

“Oh, excuse me while I preserve your modesty.” I turned sarcastically as he laughed.

“Gotta leave something to the imagination,” he said. “Okay, how does it look?”

I turned back around and looked over Reid. “You’ll thank me tomorrow after she leaves.” I stepped across the room, adjusting his shirt and helping him roll the sleeves up to his elbows. “Now, tuck the front in just a bit. Perfect.”

Reid spread his arms as I looked over him. “Presentable?”

He looked great. As my eyes moved up and down, rus escort I had the thought that Reid was far better looking than he had any right to be. His jeans fit nicely, held up by a nice belt. The t-shirt was fitted, showing off a physique that said “I work out, but also will order dessert.” Nicely toned, but not intimidating. And the rolled-up sleeves of the shirt he had over it showed off his forearms and highlighted his large hands.

Okay, I haven’t been entirely honest.

My entire life, I’d harbored a crush on Reid. I’d also spent my entire life stuck being seen as, at most, a younger sister. He’d helped me through my first date and first boyfriend, but my first heartbreak had been the day I’d seen Reid with his first girlfriend.

My second heartbreak had been the day he’d blushed, embarrassed, as his friends teased him about hanging out with me. “She’s just my friend,” he had shouted. “I don’t like her like that!”

That had been years earlier, though, and while I’d never fully gotten over my little crush on Reid, I’d successfully moved on with my life. I’d dated casually, had a few relationships, and certainly had my share of one-night-stands parade through my bedroom in our little apartment. I’d also learned how to sneak them out in the morning, much to Reid’s chagrin. He loved to give them a hard time the next day.

But, back to that particular moment, where Reid was standing in front of me, waiting for my review of his outfit. In that moment, I felt the small rekindling of the torch I’d carried for him paired with the sadness of knowing I was sending him into the arms of some other woman. I pushed those feelings away quickly, and grinned up at Reid.

“You look awesome. Want me to make sure you’ve got bacon and eggs ready for breakfast tomorrow?”

He swatted my arm playfully and I jumped, more out of surprise at the sudden feel of his hand against my skin. “You seem pretty sure she’ll be coming back here.”

“I would if I were her. I did a hell of a good job cleaning you up.”

Reid arched an eyebrow at me. “You would?”

“You know what I mean.” I refused to let him fluster me. “Anyway, you’re right. Maybe you won’t come back here.”

“Ouch.”

“Maybe you’ll end up at her place.”

He scoffed. “Sure, we’ll see about that.”

I had to urge Reid out of the house in time to make it to his date. When he finally left, I sighed. I had met Lauren a few times and she was gorgeous, and funny, and always looked put together. Paired with the fact that I knew she’d just returned from Mexico and had a killer tan, she was the epitome of sexiness. I tried not to be jealous. Reid had seen me in all manners of complete unsexiness, from being an awkward, gangly teenager to sweating buckets after working out to that very moment, in ratty yoga pants and a messy bun. I was quite certain she’d be back at our place after the date.

My phone went off with a text message from Jodie.

Lauren says Reid just got there. Mission accomplished! Now it’s up to them.

Woo! Fingers crossed they’re a match! 😉

I smiled sadly at my phone, my text much more positive than I actually felt.

I wandered around the apartment aimlessly before flopping onto the couch, not used to the time alone. Reid hadn’t been out much, and I had gotten used to having him around all the time. Suddenly, everything seemed incredibly quiet and lonely. Normally, Reid and I would have dinner together, and then we’d watch an episode of something or the other, and then maybe he’d play video games while I read a book or headed out for the night. It wasn’t like we spent all our time together, but it certainly seemed that we’d gotten into a comfortable routine.

My plans had fallen through for the evening, though, and I hadn’t bothered to make new ones. My best friend from college was supposed to be back in town, but her flight had been delayed. I had been looking forward to seeing her, so was feeling particularly let down.

I decided to make the most of having the apartment to myself. After showering and slipping into a comfy pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, I popped a batch of popcorn for dinner. Cracking open a beer, I settled in on the couch, picking a movie I knew Reid would never want to watch. While he preferred comedies or thrillers, I wanted love and drama.

It certainly wasn’t planned that the movie I picked had a heart-droppingly gorgeous male lead that ended up in a panty-dampening sex scene with the equally erotic love interest. Watching the two of them paw at each other in a clandestine love affair was more than I could handle. Between that and the reminder of my attraction to Reid, I was in a state of full arousal by the time the movie ended.

Wiping my fingers after finishing my popcorn, I glanced down the hallway towards our rooms. Reid wouldn’t be back for awhile. I was certainly not a beautiful, cat-like actress in a satin emerald dress about to be pounded against a sıhhiye escort bookshelf, but just for a moment, I wanted my own steamy scene. I flipped the TV off and shuffled through the apartment to the bathroom.

Reid and I each had our own private drawers in the bathroom, and I left a small bullet vibrator in mine for the occasional bathtub excursion. I dug it out quickly and made to go into my bedroom, but paused at the door. Glancing behind me, I eyed Reid’s bedroom door.

My heart started pounding, strong enough that I could feel the pulse in my neck and hear the thundering in my ears.

“No,” I said out loud.

Reid and I had our own spaces. It was my best friend I was thinking about, and he didn’t deserve something so disrespectful as me masturbating on his bed.

Especially since he might be bringing someone back to fuck there.

I started back into my bedroom, but paused again, throwing another look over my shoulder at Reid’s room.

Then again, I said to myself, it would be incredibly hot.

I didn’t give myself another opportunity to back out. I opened Reid’s bedroom door and bolted into his room. Gingerly, I crawled onto his bed over top of the blankets, lying on my back with my head on his pillow.

A scent that was distinctly Reid enveloped me. Whether it was his body wash or cologne or a mix of that with his own sweat left on the pillow didn’t matter to me. I closed my eyes, inhaling as I imagined having Reid in the bed with me.

Balancing the vibrator on my stomach, I wriggled my hips, sliding my panties and sleep shorts down at the same time and taking care to put them on the edge of the bed where I knew I’d find them again. I held the vibrator in one hand as I let the other caress my stomach. My hand moved underneath the fitted tank top, sliding up my stomach to my breasts. I had forgone a bra, and the friction of my tank top against my hardened nipples was intoxicating.

I took my hand away from my breasts, trailing it down to the pool of moisture between my legs. The excitement and nervousness of being in Reid’s bed was more than I could handle. I worked my fingers against the slick lips of my pussy, dipping them just inside my dripping entrance, before turning my vibrator on and immediately pressing it to my clit.

A muted sigh escaped my lips as the vibrations relieved my intense arousal. My breath came heavily, and I pushed my hips forward just slightly, grinding back against the vibrator. Reid’s pillow was soft under my head and his blanket was cool against my naked lower half. I spread my legs a bit more, my hand wandering back up to my breasts. Tweaking my nipple, I stifled a moan.

I pictured Reid towering above me. He had long been a prominent image in my masturbatory fantasies. The addition of being in his room, surrounded by his things and his scent and in his bed where he fucked his other girls… it was more than I could handle. I wanted him so badly in that moment. I wanted not just the lingering scent of cologne, but I wanted his body, to feel the heat of him against me, pushing inside of me.

The slow knot of an orgasm begin to unravel deep in my stomach, and I tensed in anticipation. I adjusted the vibrator against my clit, waiting eagerly to come. I was so close, so ready, just teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss when I heard the apartment door bang closed.

“Hey, I’m back!” Reid called out.

I had never moved so fast in my life as in that moment, panic coursing through my body as I sat up. My fingers were slick and I fumbled with my vibrator, barely managing to turn it off. I snatched up my sleep shorts as I bounded off the bed, peeked into the hallway quickly to make sure he hadn’t started towards his room, and practically hurdled across the hallway into my own room.

Panting, I tossed my vibrator onto a pile of clothes and rushed to slip my shorts back on, nearly tumbling over as I tried to maintain my balance.

“Sydney?” Reid’s voice was at the end of the hallway.

I popped my head out of my bedroom door, plastering a smile on my face that probably made me look a little crazy. “Hey!” My voice was too loud, too upbeat. “How’d your date go? Did Lauren come back?”

Reid eyed me warily. “Uh, no. She’s nice but we didn’t have a ton of chemistry. So much for a last first date.”

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Are you okay?” He frowned. “Is someone in there?”

“Nope!” A slightly obnoxious giggle bubbled out of my lips. “Just… you know, probably should have eaten a better dinner and not drank a beer. Guess I can’t hold my liquor that well!”

“That’s bullshit.” Reid shook his head. “You’re being weird. You sure everything’s okay?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak again, as Reid walked down the hallway and into his bedroom. My jaw clenched as he flicked the light on.

“Okay then. I thought you’d be hounding me for details.”

“Tell me everything,” I said obediently. sincan escort “What happened?”

“Well, she’s a vegetarian, I don’t know if you knew that. So we probably shouldn’t have gone to a steakhouse.” He took off the dress shirt as he talked to me. “Also sounds like she met some guy in Mexico that she has a thing for, but he doesn’t live here. Never said anything for sure, but couldn’t stop talking about him.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah, but it was all right. She didn’t give me shit for ordering a steak or anything, so that was good.”

Neither of us were looking at each other, and our eyes fell on the same thing at the same time. My stomach dropped as I realized my panties were sitting on the edge of Reid’s bed, just as he looked confused at the misplaced scrap of pink fabric hanging off his blanket.

“Syd, are these…” He picked up my panties, frowning down at his hand. “Why are these in my room?”

I froze in horror as any number of excuses flew through my brain. They got stuck to the sheets in the wash. I undressed really enthusiastically and they got tossed in the air. Haha, it’s a prank, bro.

None of the excuses made it out of my lips as Reid frowned down at his bed. The blankets were just the slightest bit ruffled, and there was an indent in the pillow where my head was.

“Were you in my room?”

I grasped frantically at the flimsiest of straws, hoping he would end the conversation and we would never speak of it again.

“No…?”

I didn’t know who I thought I was kidding. The panic in my voice, the flush on my cheeks and chest, and the damp pink panties in his hand were more than enough to incriminate me.

“And you’re definitely not hiding someone in your room right now?” His voice was low, the sarcasm barely hidden.

My mouth was dry as I shook my head. Reid stepped forward, making his way into the hallway. Shaking, I took a step back into my room as he poked his head inside. He glanced around, his eyes falling on the vibrator sitting on the pile of clothes nearby.

“So you weren’t fucking someone on my bed, you were masturbating on it?”

I couldn’t physically speak. My throat was as frozen as the rest of me, staring at Reid. I hoped I didn’t look as terrified as I felt, but I was sure my face was pale aside from the patches of skin that I could still feel burning. Whether the burning was residual from the almost-orgasm or a new reaction to the embarrassment I was feeling, I didn’t know.

“Syd, what the fuck?”

“I’m s-s-sorry.” The words came out stuttered, barely above a hoarse whisper.

“Why would you do that?”

Tears pricked in my eyes and an invisible grip seemed to clench inside my chest. My lips were parched and I couldn’t form another sentence. I shook my head, trying not to let the tears fall. Reid was only a few steps away, standing in my doorway, and his face softened a bit as he seemed to notice my eyes watering. “Syd, talk to me. Tell me why.”

“It’s not obvious?” My voice was strained, as Reid’s gaze stared directly into my embarrassed soul. My hands trembled and I balled my fingers into fists.

“You don’t think you owe me an explanation?” His voice was dark again, serious.

I tried not to choke on my words, despite knowing I had just fucked up years of friendship.

“Because I’m attracted to you, Reid.” The words hung between us. “And because it turned me on.”

He glanced down at his hand. He was still holding my panties, the fabric tight between his fingers.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I swallowed hard, trying to relieve the dryness in my mouth. “I’ve had a crush on you my entire life. You said you didn’t like me like that.”

“When did I say that?”

“You said it to Graham Polt and Brad Lindt. They were teasing you for hanging out with me.”

“Syd, I would have been maybe 15 when I said that.” When I didn’t respond, he sighed. “You never admitted this to me because of something I said when we were kids?”

“When else was I supposed to say it? When you had a girlfriend? When you were done sleeping with some random hook up?” I finally managed to string together a sentence without stuttering, but it was short lived. “I did something stupid a-and rude tonight, I know that, I’m s-sorry. But I never wanted to s-say anything because you’re my friend and I d-didn’t want to make things weird.”

“So you just rubbed one out on my bed, thinking that wasn’t the definition of weird.”

The words stung and I felt one of the tears escape from my eye. I wiped a hand across my cheek hurriedly, staring at the floor.

“How often have you done this?”

“Just tonight.”

“I’m supposed to believe that? This was the first time and I just happened to catch you?”

Another tear fell. “I’m telling the truth.”

I went to wipe the second tear, but Reid stopped me. His fingers wrapped around my wrist firmly, but not painfully. I still winced, but he released my wrist and his hand moved up to my cheek, wiping the tear out from under my eye.

“Do you know how difficult it is for me to listen to a string of guys fucking you from the other side of the hall?” His voice was a low growl.

“You had your own string of women to fuck,” I spat back. My face burned, angry at my eyes’ betrayal as another tear slipped down my cheek.

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Simone’s Tale Part 2: Her First Client

I sat nervously as the madam stared at me carefully. She was an older woman, yet strikingly beautiful. Her age was unknown by the ladies in the bordello and her face gave no hints. Her hair was pinned into a neat bun other than a few tendrils curling around her face. She was dressed in a very sophisticated red business suit that made it seem like she was on her way to an office instead of running a bordello. She sat quietly at her desk, observing me for a moment. I was completely intimidated by her…

Cher sat next to me, giving me moral support. I sat quietly, saying absolutely nothing.

“So why are you here, my dear?” Madam Nadia asked me with her beautiful accent.

I cleared my throat and began. “Well ma’am… Honestly, I am not doing too much with myself right now. I have sex with guys and for what? Absolutely nothing. After Cher told me about this place, I thought that maybe I could actually get something out of it other than a quick orgasm and I only get THAT if I am lucky.”

Madam Nadia sat quietly for a second before a soft chuckle escaped her. She smiled at me and said, “You’re cute. I think that I like you already.”

“Does that mean that I have the job?” I asked hopefully.

“Not yet,” she said, rising from her chair. “Let’s see what we are working with here.” She walked over to where I sat and gently pulled me from my seat. She nodded in approval at the short skirt that I wore. “You have very nice legs…. Not too big, but not chicken legs either. Nice and long. The men would love that.” She continued her investigation… “Beautiful skin…lovely eyes…like a cat’s…. Beautiful hair…. Full breasts… bra size?”

“34 D,” I stammered, looking at the madam.

“Not bad,” she said, nodding her head. “Trimmed or completely shaven?” she asked suddenly.

“Trimmed,” I answered quickly.

“Keep it trimmed nicely,” she advised me. “A big bush is tacky and it gets in the way of the men who like to…..dine in. Don’t deny yourself that pleasure, my dear. Been tested?”

“Yes and I am negative.”

“Great. I want papers,” she said before continuing.

I listened and nodded my head as she spoke to me, giving me little details about her home and the services given there by her girls. She explained that she gets twenty percent of what the ladies made, but that it would definitely be worth it because it pays the utilities and keep the fridge full. “Any hobbies or things that may prevent you from working as needed?” she asked me.

“No ma’am,” I answered.

“You should hear her sing,” Cher chimed in. “She has a beautiful voice.”

“Is that so?” the madam asked, looking at me. “Maybe one day, I will hear you sing.”

I grew warm under the madam’s close scrutiny. “Sure,” I said after a moment. “Does that mean that I have the job?” I asked her once more unable to hide the excitement in my voice.

“Why certainly dear,” she answered with a smile. “You’ll begin tomorrow evening. I’ll have your room prepared for you by then. And I hope that you have sexy clothing.”

“I sure do,” I told her, silently grateful for a credit card and Victoria’s Secret’s gift certificates.

I smiled and shook her hand, thanking her for the opportunity to work for her. Cher and I calmly left the madams office before having a joyous explosion once we closed the door. I immediately took the long drive back to my cousin’s and started getting my clothes together. I wanted to be fully prepared for the next night.

When I made it home, I told my cousin that I would be gone for a few days. I wanted to make sure that I could go through with this before I actually gave up my permanent home. He was cool with that and I was on my way back to the bordello the following morning.

Cher and I had lunch that day before I moved into my new room…..

“I thought that she was going to ask me to strip?” I said over my chef salad.

“I thought that she would,” Cher told me sheepishly.

“I think you just wanted to see me naked,” I told her after taking a sip of my iced tea. “But it’s cool though,” I told her after she sat in an embarrassed speechlessness with her face turning red. “I enjoyed you.”

She smiled then, relieved. “I enjoyed you too,” she admitted. “Maybe we can do it again sometimes,” she then said.

“I would like that very much,” I admitted to her with a smile. She smiled back at me and I felt warm all over.

“So are you nervous about tonight?” she asked.

“Actually, I am kinda excited,” I confessed. “It’s just sex. The only difference is I’m getting paid for it now.”

“The thing is,” Cher began, “you don’t want to be run of the mill, sweetie. They can get a fuck anywhere. You have to make them want to come back to you. Make it special for them, ya know.” She was quiet for a minute, before she burst, scaring me in the process. “I GOT IT!!!”

“You got what?” I asked, putting my hand over my rapidly beating heart.

“I know what you can do,” she said, smiling ulus escort with satisfaction. “You can sing to them!”

“Oh, shut up!” I said with a laugh, shaking my head. “That is a hobby. Nothing more.”

“But, girl, you have such a ravishing voice,” Cher debated. “I think it would work.”

“I’ll think about it,” I uttered. “But I am not promising you anything.”

“Well, think about it at least,” Cher said, looking at me.

“OK, OK,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Can I finish my sandwich now?”

* * * * *

After a good lunch and a little Tae Bo workout in my new bedroom, I took a shower and slipped into my purple satin thigh-length kimono robe. I then pulled a stool out of the corner and placed it in front of my dresser. I was in the mood for a little music. In spite of what I had told Cher and the madam, I WAS a little fidgety and playing on my keyboard always soothed my nerves.

I sat in front of my keyboard, turned it on and turned it up. My fingers effortlessly and eagerly found and roamed over the ebony and ivory colored keys. My eyes drifted shut as the melody to Stevie Wonder’s “Ribbon in the Sky” filled the air. I was soon relaxed and lost in the music as my fingers confidently caressed the keys on my keyboard. I had become so wrapped up in the music that I didn’t even notice when the madam came into the room until she spoke my name…

“Simone.”

I jumped and my fingers wavered at my keyboard. I turned it off and stood up. “I’m sorry if it was too loud, Madam.”

“Just a little,” she agreed, with a small laugh. “But nobody is complaining. You play beautifully, my dear. Lessons?”

“Self taught,” I informed her. “I have always loved music. I love playing the piano but I guess that I will have make due with my keyboard.”

“Patience, dear,” Madam Nadia said to me. As an afterthought, she added, “Maybe you play for us all one night.”

“I would like that very much,” I conceded with a smile.

“It would be a delight,” Madam Nadia said with a smile.

My heart did a little flutter when she gave me a playful wink as she left my room. It then dawned on me that I had a small crush on my ‘boss’! I shook my head knowing THAT would never happen.

I then cleared my dresser of my keyboard and put it in the top of my closet. I then carefully selected what I would wear for my first ever “client”. I decided to go with my lace camisole and matching thong set with a thigh-length peekaboo lace robe done in my signature color… purple. I got dressed in my nighties and tied the belt of the robe into a cute little bow. I then sat back down in front of my dresser and applied a little bit of make up…. a light blush and a little eye shadow. I then glided a nice coat of a deep colored and flavored gloss across my lips. As an afterthought, I lined my eyes with a dark colored eye pencil to accent my almond-shaped eyes. I then put my hair up in a bun and added two purple chopsticks to my hair to play up my Oriental ancestry.

I looked myself over in my mirror and was pleased with what I saw. But just to be positive I went to Cher’s room to get her opinion….

“Girl, you are ravishing!” Cher exclaimed, walking up to me with a big smile. She closed and locked her door before coming to me and wrapping her arms around me. “I could just-”

“Call down, girl,” I told her, backing away from her with a laugh. “I just did my make up, you freaky thang you. I don’t wanna mess it up”

She laughed a little as she walked over to her dresser. “Ready for tonight?” she asked as she applied her eyeshadow.

“Yep,” I told her optimistically as I flopped down onto her bed. “It’s really no big deal.”

“Did you think about what I suggested?” she then asked me.

“What?” I inquired. “ Singing to them?”

“Yep.”

“I’m still thinking about it,” I told my friend. “Just not tonight. This is my first night and I just want to see what kind of guys we are dealing with.”

“I guess I can understand that,” Cher said as she untied her robe and took it off, displaying her pink stretched lace & chiffon baby doll night gown. There was a knock on her door. “It’s time.”

We journeyed downstairs together and sat at the saloon style bar as men slowly began to arrive. I watched as some girls sat and coyly flirted with them as others boldly walked up and claimed men who I guessed were their regulars.

My eyes soon locked with the most ravishing pair of green eyes that I had ever seen. He stood next to a plush love seat, towering over, making it seem small. He stood a couple of inches more than 6 feet…. broad shoulders…… dark blond hair… bronzed skin….. chiseled and handsome features. He looked at me with those emerald eyes and smiled at me, making me smile back at him.

I had to have him!

I glided from my seat and made my way over to him. “Good evening,” I said in the sexiest articulation yenimahalle escort that I could summon. “I’m Simone.”

“Well, hello there, Simone,” he said in a sexy baritone timbre that seemed to actually caress my skin. “I’m Robert. Would you like to join me on this love seat?”

I thought to myself that I would like to do a whole lot more than join him on a stupid couch, but I simply said, “I would be delighted to join you.”

We sat and made small talk for a while. He told me that he was divorced. He also told me that he was a business man and a little about his business. I told him that I was an aspiring songwriter. I was still enjoying the light conversation when Madam Nadia spoke.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I am Madam Nadia and my girls and I welcome you to our home. My girls will take good care of you, BUT you also have to take good care of them. We aim to please but we don’t mind if you please us s well. You gentlemen may now retire with the lady of your choice…and you all have a wonderful evening.”

Robert then stood and held his hand out to me. I delicately slid mine into his and he gently lured me to my feet. I held his hand as I guided him up the stairs and into my room. “Kick your shoes off and make yourself at home,” I told as I closed my door.

As he sat down on the bed, I went to the stereo that was neatly hidden away and popped in a tape of music that I had made on my keyboard. As the music filled the air, Robert nodded his head in approval. “Nice,” he commented with a sexy half grin.

“Thank you,” I said, taking pride in my work. I then casually strolled over to him and stood directly in front of him. “So tell me, Robert…. What do you like?”

“Beautiful…..confident…..sexy women such as your self,” he answered, gently tugging on the belt that held my robe closed.

When he pulled the belt fell free of its bow, my robe fell open. Robert then ran his hands under the robe and placed his massive hands on my well-rounded hips. My skin grew warm where his strong hands caressed my back. His hands then went to my shoulders and gently pushed my robe from them.

The satiny fabric felt like a soft caress as it glided down my arms. I felt breathless as Robert pulled me even closer to him. Unable to resist anymore, I seized his face with both hands and pulled him toward me so that I could test out his beautiful lips. I couldn’t fight the moan of delectation as his tongue urgently wrestled with my own. I began to unbutton his shirt as my tongue toyed with his. I urgently pushed the shirt from his shoulders so that I could run my hands over his big, broad shoulders. I heard him groan as I gently grazed his shoulder blades with my fingernails.

He then pulled away from me slightly and said, “I want you to undress for me.”

Eager to please, I slowly backed away from him. I began to slowly gyrate my hips in as sensuous of a style that I could as I slowly undressed for Robert. His lazy, yet sexy smile seemed to spur on my performance as I mimicked some of the sensual moves that I had seen at the strip club where my cousin worked. I soon stood before Robert completely exposed for his viewing pleasure. He crooked his finger at me, beckoning me. I leisurely strolled to him, smiling saucily, as if he had been my lover for years instead of my first client. When I made it to my destination, I began to finish undressing him until he too was completely exposed to me.

I smiled in appreciation and exultation as his thick, hardening cock seemed to reach for me as it grew. I grazed the length of it with my fingernails before circling the head with my fingertips. I then brazenly wrapped my hand around his thickness. I could feel his heart beat through the massive pole.

I was going to enjoy this . . .

I stroked Robert with my hand for a short while as I gently kissed his neck . . . kissed his lips . . . licked his ear. I was rewarded with his groans of enjoyment as my hand ran up and down his shaft. I then kneeled before him and slowly closed my lips over the head of his massive manhood. He groaned as I slowly began to stroke him with my lips, taking more and more of him into my mouth with every stroke. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick to accentuate the motion of my mouth.

When he grabbed my head and began to raise his hips to my mouth over and over. I knew that he was enjoying himself… I sucked him off until felt his rod twitch in my mouth and I felt his hot sex juice hit the back of my throat. It slid down my throat easily before I could even think to do anything else about it. I had never swallowed before, but it was too late to get mad or feel bad about it, so I finished the job. It wasn’t too bad of a taste either. I thought that maybe I would do it again sometime . . .

I then stood before him and pushed him onto his back before climbing over him. I ran my moistening femininity over his now soft penis and felt it instantly beginning to spring back to life. “Yesss,” I purred into his ear sexily as his hands roamed over my back and ass. He then pulled me higher over him so that he could take one of my breasts into his mouth. My back arched spontaneously as he sucked on one nipple and played with the other. Reflexively my hips began to roll against him, my wet pussy rubbing against his taut belly. Then, catching me completely of guard, he firmly whacked me on my ass. Though it stung, there was also an unexplainable pleasure that came along with the sting. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

“You like that?” he asked against my breast.

“Oh yes,” I retorted breathlessly. In response, he smacked me again, sending a shiver up my spine. I had never enjoyed the feeling of a man hitting me, but I was loving this! “Mmmm….”

He then rolled me over onto my back and pinned both of my hands down with one of his. “You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered, using his free hand to gently fondle me. His hand found my wet kitty and slowly slipped one finger inside of it. He then brushed the moisture over my throbbing clit. I thrashed beneath him as he toyed with me, rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb while he fucked me with two big fingers. I rolled my hips against his hand, rejoicing in what he was making me feel. He set my hands free as he once again covered a nipple with his mouth. My hands instinctively grasped his head, bringing him deeper into the swell of my breast.

He then began to trail downward, running his tongue between my breasts, then down my flat stomach then further down to replace his thumb at my clit, causing me to moan for him.

“Mmmm . . . oh shit….”

He devoured me, licking my clit then sucking at the wet juices that flowed from my sopping pussy. I tossed about and called out his name as he pleased me as though we were long time lovers. He licked me into orgasmic bliss. I almost cried in sadness when he tore his mouth away from my pulsating pussy. I quieted my objections, kissing me deeply as he slid his massive dick deep into my feline.

“Mmmmmm!!!!” I moaned into his mouth as he began to pummel my pussy, spreading it with the size of him. “Yes yes yes,” I chanted over and over as he held my legs open to gain even better access to the treasure that I was allowing him to have. As he pounded into me, I felt the pressure in me rise before my body was taken over in another powerful orgasm.

“That’s a good girl,” Robert complimented, still pounding away. “Cum for me.”

I tossed my head left to right in rapture as he played with my clit while fucking me. Another orgasm snuck up on me taking my breath away for a moment. My hands tore at the sheets as my orgasm refused to slacken. “Fuck yeah” I heard Robert say as I felt my pussy clench around his dick over and over again.

He then suddenly pulled out of me and climbed out of the bed. For a moment, I was confused, but then he said, “Come here.”

I rose from the bed. He then bent me over then bed and slid that wonderful pole back into my dripping snatch and proceeded to fuck me from behind. He hammered into my wetness, gripping my waist with one hand.

Smack!

The sound of his hand quickly connecting to my ass filled the room.

Pain and pleasure filled my entire body. “Yes!” I cried out in delectation.

He smacked my ass again and I cried out again. “You love it, don’t you?” he asked, knowing the answer already as he smacked me again and again.

“Ooh!” I cried out as he pummeled my pussy and laid the smack down on my candy ass. “Don’t stop, daddy!” I said saucily, causing him to fuck me even harder.

“Who am I?!” he questioned, his excitement growing.

“Daddy!” I shouted out as he smacked my ass again.

“Say it again!” he demanded hotly, smacking me harder than before, sending me into my fourth orgasm of the evening.

“Daddyyyyyyyyyyy!” I screamed, sending him over the edge. He whipped out of me and let his hot sex spew across my back and now tender ass.

I laid my head on the bed, now weak and spent. “Oh…. my…. God,” I mumbled into the bedspread.

“You are incredible,” he said, catching his breath as he sat on the edge of the bed. He wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. “Simply incredible.”

“Thank you,” I said, mustering the strength to sit on the bed next to him. “Dammit!’ I suddenly exclaimed. “I didn’t wipe my ass off!”

Robert chuckled and said, “You are something else.”

“I try,” I replied, smiling sheepishly.

“I want to see you again,” he informed me, looking at me intensely.

“Well, you know where to find me,” I told him, looking back at him. I then said, “Thank you.”

“For what?” he inquired, curious.

“For making my first night here so much damn fun.”

“Your first night?” he said in surprise. “You sure had me fooled. You are wonderful!”

I smiled at him coyly. “Well, I do what I can,” I flirted, suddenly feeling a burst of energy. “Ready?”

“For what?” he asked.

“The next round….”

From that night on Robert became one of my regulars, coming to me twice a month, paying me at least $700 every visit. I eventually ended up sharing him with another girl, but I wasn’t complaining at all. I knew that no matter what, he would still be mine. My first regular and my first client . . . . . .

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Lana dozed dreamily on her side in the early morning light. Through the veil of half sleep she felt Drews hardness probe between her legs. Unconsciously, her tight cunt had already begun to moisten at the attention being paid to her bald slit. Drews hands slipped over her side and began to gently tug on her nipples increasing the wetness between her legs and drawing her slowly awake.

As Lanas desire increased, she placed her hands over top of Drews in order to encourage him to manipulate her nipples more vigorously. It was only then that she realized that the fingers tugging her nipples were not the thick manly hands of Drew..but rather they were long and tapered, with equally long tapered nails.

Lana came awake with a start. If the fingers were Dianes, then the hardness between her thighs was..???

Diane whispered “Relax little one, and enjoy. Its time that tight little cunt was filled”. Lana reached down and felt the hard plastic dildo slowing making its way into her slit. As she continued her exploration she felt the edges of the strap on harness Diane had slipped on minutes earlier.

Dianes other hand slipped between Lanas thighs and began a practiced manipulation of the young blondes clit. The previous afternoon, and well into the night Diane and Lana had enjoyed each other, rarely moving from the enormous bed. Many of Lanas fantasies had come to fruition over those hours of total abandonment.

Diane gestured for Lana to move onto her hands and knees, and Lana quickly complied. Diane knelt behind Lana and began teasing her engorged cunt lips with the tip of the plastic cock, while teasing her clit with her long painted nails. Lana could no longer stand the teasing and moaned “Please, please fuck me…I need it so bad” Diane slipped the cock quickly into the dripping cunt of the young blonde and began rapidly thrusting. Lana screamed with the feeling of being well and truly fucked. As Dianes movements increased in rapidity she let go of Lanas clit and grabbed a fistful of Lanas long thick blonde hair, pulling it violently back. As Diane continued to ride her protégé, Lana replaced her hand on her clit with her own her own long nails as blur as she rapidly stroked herself. The two women came to the same rhythm, Diane banging Lanas cunt as the young girl slammed her hips back to capture the full length of the dildo.

Soon Lana started to moan loudly one long chant Oh God, Oh God,ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod ohgod, OH GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lanas back arched as the orgasm crashed thru her. Diane with all of her experience, had never seen somebody release the way Lana had over the last several hours. It was as if she had been saving up her orgasmic energies for years.

Over the next few minutes the two women lay curled in each others arm until Diane said “Okay enough fun for one day…and night. You’ve got some training scheduled today, and if you take to that training the way you’ve taken to this…then tandoğan escort I know Drew will be very well looked after” she smiled. Lana groaned and began to slide her hands down over Dianes tanned belly making their way towards the cleft in the older blondes thighs. “Oh no” Diane chuckled “Up and at em….we’ll grab some breakfast at the deli on the ground floor of the office. Now hit the showers” she playfully swatted Lana on the ass.

When Lana stepped out of the shower Diane had completed her own morning routine . After helping Lana with her new makeup regime, Diane again helped Lana pick an outfit for her first full day at the office. With Diane’s encouragement Lana settled on a semi sheer white silk blouse, a short black skirt made out of the softest, buttery leather Lana had ever felt, and a pair of black, strappy sandals over top of black stockings and garter belt. Originally Lana had slipped a bra on, but with Dianes coaching , she was persuaded to leave that behind. Her firm, high, breasts with their prominent nipples were quite visible thru the silk, but Diane assured her that she now looked like one of the “Enigma women”. When Lana walked in her heels, her tits displayed the most delightful jiggle.

The two women jumped in Diane’s roadster and headed of to the office.

Lana was still quite self-conscious of her attire, but was pleasantly surprised to see that a number of the women complemented her on her outfit, one of them even suggesting that the Boss would be very pleased with her choice.

Lana filled the rest of the day in meetings and briefings. Towards the end of the day she was in a meeting with the “girls from finance” as they had introduced themselves. Like almost all of the women in the office, they were obviously devoted to Drew. All of them were dressed in what Diane had called “elegantly slutty” Any reservations Lana may have had about her outfit disappeared during the day.

The meeting was almost over when the women were interrupted by the phone ringing. Nancy, a gorgeous brunette in a tight white sundress, picked up the phone listened for a moment and nodded towards Lana. “That was Diane she needs to see you in her office right away”

When Lana walked into Dianes office she saw Diane on the telephone in an animated conversation in an Eastern European accent’ Diane smiled warmly and motioned her to one of the leather easy chairs.. When Diane finished she sat on the arm of the chair and affectionatley stroked Lana’s blonde tresses. “How has your day been little one??” Lana briefly filled Diane in on the days activities.

Diane slid down and sat in the chair with Lana “ I have some bad news. The federal government in the Czech Republic is giving our local management a hard time, and its time that somebody in authority was on the ground there. That means me. So………we’ve got the day tomorrow then I’m on a plane tomorrow tunalı escort night. I had hoped to spend more time with you and do the hand over when Drew gets back. I don’t think that’s possible. I’ve discussed this with him and he agrees I should get over there ASAP.” The older woman was clearly sad at her abrupt departure.

“That being said, I have total confidence in you. The staff here will do whatever they need to do to support you, and of course I’m an email and a phone call away. Lets put in a couple more hours of work…then I think I’ll drop you at your apartment so I can pack without any distractions” Diane chuckled with a devilish smile

The next day was a flurry of activity as Diane made preparations to leave. Some of those details she left with Lana. At the end of the day the two women—now fast friends—slipped out of the office for a goodbye drink.

Diane put her long fingers on Lanas “I cant tell you what the last week has meant to me. I have watched you flower and grow, and couldn’t be happier that you will be taking my place” Lana started to object. “Shush now little one…make me proud by looking after Drew the very best you can”

The women were interrupted by the maitre’d letting Diane know that her limo had arrived. As Lana walked her friend and mentor to the Dina fumbled in her purse. As they reached the door and the driver opened it for Diane, she placed something in Lana’s palm. It was the keys to her car. “I wont be needing this for sometime….I want you to have it. Enjoy it and make sure you give any man watching you get out of it, the flash of a lifetime!!!”

The two tearfully hugged and Diane was gone.

Lana spent the next couple of days frantically trying to get up to speed. Since Drew’s city house was wired for high speed access, she had been staying there. But now Friday had come and there was nothing left to do but prepare for Monday and Drew’s return.

Monday morning Lana arose very early determined to make an impression on Drew. As she slipped into the outfit she had carefully chosen for her first day Lana was torn between a serious case of nerves…and a serious case of moist pussy. The image of Drew sitting , with Diane enthusiastically sucking his thick cock kept playing itself over and over in her head.

For the day she had chosen a simple, very short red halter dress which tied behind her neck. The back plunged nearly to the cleft of her ass, showing off her smooth tanned skin. The dress was quite fitted so that Lana could not wear anything underneath it, with the exception of the tiniest gstring, the lace of which rubbed teasingly across Lanas bare cunt. Lana wore white spike sandals and some simple jewelry.

Lana arrived at the office at 6.a.m. Much to her surprise, Drew was already there. Lana knocked tentatively on his open door. The big man looked up and smiled “Come in, come in!! he boomed. türbanlı escort Lana moved into the office as Drew motioned to her. “Welcome to Enigma! Now lets have a look at you….” Drew stood up from behind the desk and with frank appraisal enjoyed what he saw. “You look stunning…now lets get to work” With that he began to detail some of Lana’s workday.

For the rest of the day Lana was in and out of Drews office many times. With the exception of a single instance when Lana had been standing beside Drew behind his desk and he had casually slid his hand over the back of her bare thigh, Drew all but ignored her. Lana found it more than frustrating.

As the day came to a close the young blonde quietly closed and locked her office door. She purposely walked into Drews office , into the alcove where the liquor cabinet stood. Drew continued to be absorbed by a spreadsheet on his computer.

“Can I pour you a drink?? Lana queried. Without looking up, Drew grunted in the affirmative. “Is this enough” Lana asked. Drew looked up to see and stared straight into the eyes of a vision. Lana stood naked, holding a heavy crystal glass. Her halter dress lay in a puddle at her feet. She was fully and evenly tanned with the exception of the outline of her thong bikini bottom. The gstring had been disposed off earlier that day after becoming soaked with Lana’s cunt juice.

Drew turned to face her as Lana strode slowly across the carpet. Placing the drink in Drews hands she slowly began to sink to her knees. She was surprised when Drew tried to stop her “You don’t need to do this Lana” Drew whispered “But I want to” Lana quickly replied. Cautiously at first, Lana began to stroke Drews growing hardness thru his woolen slacks. As she unzipped his trousers she looked at him and said “I don’t think I can do this as well as Diane…but if you’ll teach me…..I want to please you” Drew nodded.

Lana took Drew’s thick cock into her tiny hand and begun to stroke the length. A large bead of clear precum began to leak from the tip. Lana smeared it over the head of Drews cock before bending and swirling her tongue over the same area and licking it off. In an attempt to make up for in enthusiasm what she lacked inexperience, Lana began to vigorously suck Drews cock. Intermittently he had took his hand and directed her efforts. As she began to get the idea, Lana could feel Drew begin to throb and harden in her mouth. The knowledge that she was beginning to please her Boss caused an immediate reaction and Lanas other hand found its way between her legs.

Soon she could feel Drew begin to thrust his cock gently deeper into her mouth. This repetition of her longstanding fantasy was enough to send Lana over the edge, followed quickly by Drew, who began to pump a thick stream of cum into Lanas mouth. In her frenzied state, Lana greedily gobbled up all she could of Drews cum, yet still a little rope trickled down her chin. As she gazed adoringly into Drews eyes he leant down and scooped the remaining cum from Lana’s chin and fed it to her on the end of his thick finger.

I’d like to thank all of those who have written me asking for another installment of Lanas adventures. Unfortunatley, real life sometimes gets in the way. My apologies for the delay

Thanks for your patience.

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One from Danny’s House: Yoshiko

Columbia. 1973-1974

The first year of grad school, I lived two hundred miles away from Becky, and saw her only every third weekend or so.

In August, I found a place to sleep in a sleazy basement apartment about four blocks from the University, and two blocks from the house where Danny and Candi were living.

Danny’s house near the campus was chopped into rooms costing about $70 a month maximum, and it was populated by students too impoverished to ever trouble one another. The stereo speakers there, for example, were scarcely larger than those on a common television set. If any activity in one of the tiny rooms got too loud, it was customary for the room to become the center of a housewide party. Sex, now, was sort of loose there too, but not without regard for privacy and respect for exclusive relationships. There was no guiding ideology or governing charter, but the people in Danny’s house were open, sociable and happy.

Both Yoshiko and her sister usually claimed regular boyfriends, but they also acted as if they had something to prove. I’m not sure what it was they were proving, but both came on strong, and once after a hint from Danny I spent a late fall afternoon with Yoshiko in Randy and Cheryl’s bed.

Yoshiko was small, round-limbed and round-bottomed, and alternated giggles with long moments of touching seriousness.

The second time that afternoon she wanted it most from over her rump, her soft arms folding mine over her pretty breasts while I bounded full weight into her straight, wide pussy. My dikmen escort first taste of Asian tuck. My head and shoulders lay well above hers, and Yoshi took each stroke with a soft grunt, growing ever more beastlike until I broke away, paused outside her until she pleaded, then reengaged heavily. I poured just two more strokes through cooled lips before Yoshi’s moans grew longer, stranger, and some butterfly fluttered along the bottom of my dick as I passed it in and out, and I could come into the girl again.

Though I couldn’t see any difference between Yoshiko and her sister in the intensity (or aim) of their come-ons, I never had occasion to experience Yoshiko’s sister.

The only apparent outcome of our afternoon in bed together was the ease with which I took Yoshiko again the following spring.

A group of us were drinking beer in a parklike area out of town, and Yoshiko’s glistening bare legs finally became irresistible. She’d been flirting wildly since climbing into my lap on the ride out, and although she’d been flirting wildly with every other male on the outing as well, I figured midway through the third quick sixteen-ouncer that I could be direct with her. I waited until we were both off to one side, and after she grabbed to goose me for the fifth time that day, I popped a question, sotto voce.

“At last one of these guys has caught on!” Yoshiko yelped. And the offhand but loud publicity reminded me that among her several former bedpals in our party was one who had held more than casual claim emek escort over Yoshiko in the preceding year.

Serious Alec, however, just ignored Yoshiko’s shout.

Yoshiko and I walked away from the laughing group, and soon began playing bump-tag. After about ten minutes Yoshiko found a dry clean hollow, halfway down a wooded ravine, in which to spread her blanket over the deep, cushiony leafmould.

Seated on the blanket, me laying beside her, Yoshiko quickly pulled off her pearl gray tank top, revealing the bronze of her soft, compact torso. Yoshi let me pull off her brieflike, aquamarine shorts. “Leave my sneakers on…” Yoshiko wore no underwear as a rule, and the silklike shorts shimmied down her smooth round legs almost of their own accord, letting me concentrate on the silkiness of the legs themselves. Yoshiko’s waist-length hair fell across my view of her crotch as she worked at my jeans.

She pulled them down to the ground where I now kneeled. As if realizing from the trembling of my wood-hard member that further delay would be missing the point, she shook back her hair, and spread her legs stiffly to either side of me. Smiling with closed, invitingly thick lips, she lay back on the blanket, thumb and fingers of one hand parting her peachlike pudenda. I should have tasted her then, but as her flat smile broke over gleaming teeth, I couldn’t help but immediately position myself above her, and let my prick be guided into her velvet, teasingly resistant hole.

It was over in a couple of minutes, me eryaman escort filling Yoshiko with a fullness of fluid that only copious amounts of beer can produce.

Squishing cum onto groin and butt and blanket, I continued to poke, still hard, waiting to regain my interest while trying not to fail Yoshiko. Head buried in my chest, the girl had wound her legs around mine and was punishing her backbone on the rough blanket. After due course, her kneading hands tensed along my spine, and with two or three sharp gasps Yoshiko’s whole body gave over.

Quick, to be sure.

As Yoshiko wriggled softly beneath me, I shot off a very final, businesslike squirt, surprised that it came in two-and-a- half full doses (ah, Budweiser!). We sighed almost in unison, and Yoshiko giggled as I rolled off her.

Then we both stiffened.

A little above us in the hollow, his face an indescribable combination of pain, intoxication, and quizzical seriousness, stood Alec. Alec was Yoshiko’s last regular boyfriend but one. It had been over between them months earlier. Alec just stood above us, scarcely breathing, seeming hardly to know what had brought him there. After an unpleasantly tense minute, I began to pull up my pants. Yoshiko cleared her throat. Suddenly she seemed to relax. She stretched the full length of her four-feet-seven-inches, twisting her plastic body lazily into the loam.

“At last another one of these guys has caught on!” Yoshi yawned.

I gave Yoshiko a little hail-fellow hug and staggered to my feet. Not really sure of what was going on between Yoshi and Alec, I climbed gingerly past the other guy, out of the ravine. He ignored me as I passed him. He was seriously engaged in unbuttoning his pants.

I paused at the top of the ravine, but from the tone of the few murmurs I heard, I determined that things would be all right, and I walked back to the others around the barbecue.

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Kirsten had surprised herself that night at Zebo’s. She was only there for a meal and drinks with her best friend Kate, and even then nearly cancelled.

Chatting with Kate was nice, but she was tiring of her best friend’s constantly nagging her to “get laid”. Kate never seemed to have that problem thought Kirsten, just she could never hold onto the man she had. Oops, that was a little bitchy.

That’s why the guy at the other end of the bar caught Kirsten’s attention.

Now and then he would glance over at her, not in a sleazy way at all. And he did have a nice smile; but he had his own date, a wife probably, Kirsten thought.

At that moment, Kate’s phone rung, jolting Kirsten out of her mild daydream.

“Oh fuck!” gasped Kate. “Ok I’ll be home in 10 minutes.”

“Sorry girlfriend,” explained Kate. “Babysitter sick, gotta go.”

A regular occurrence and Kirsten was quite ok with her friend leaving her at the bar.

“Off you go Kate,” she replied. “I’ll just finish my drink and be outta here myself.”

With her friend gone, Kate reflected on her love life. Zebo’s bar, a good place to do that she thought, ironically.

At 32, she had never had that maternal instinct, or been worried about being stuck on the shelf. She was mildly attractive, but not the sort men hit on at bars, thank goodness.

Her old fashioned looks and dress sense had a part to play in that. Her long hair was nearly always tied up in a bun, and she never exposed any of her ample cleavage.

But also, her own personal rule; never going home with a guy she just met. Kirsten wondered if that message was somehow conveyed to guys. She only attracted guys that wanted to date her, go to a movie and the like.

A good thing, surely? Kirsten had decided if guys wanted to fuck her, they would have to get to know her first.

But now and then she did wonder what it would be like. To do something outrageous, dangerous even; by her standards at least!

Just then, the guy from the other end of the bar appeared in cebeci escort front of her. Kirsten realized she was staring at him, like some self aware idiot teenager.

“This is a little embarrassing,” said the man. “And I know it’s a huge cliché, but can I buy you a drink?”

Kirsten ran her eye over the stranger briefly. Tall, well groomed and moderately handsome, she concluded.

About to decline his offer, Kirsten surprised herself.

“Sure,” she said. “Why not? But I’m on orange juice, thanks.”

The man visibly blushed, and stammered, “Well, I’m Jamie. Be right back.”

“And I’m Kirsten,” she replied and flashed a seductive smile. “I’ll be waiting.”

Jamie returned with the drinks and squeezed in beside Kirsten. The booth they were in was reasonably private she thought. So, what now she wondered?

Kirsten wondered if she should tell Jamie up front that she didn’t allow herself to be “picked up” by guys.

But instead she thought, let’s just let this play out.

“What happened to your date?” Kirsten asked.

A broad smile came across his face. “Oh that’s just my personal assistant. We sometimes have a drink after work.”

Jamie continued, “She would burst out laughing if anyone thought we were on a date; or that she would be interested in me!”

As they chatted and got to know each other, Kirsten forgot for a moment where they were.

“I feel I should tell you something, Kirsten.”

Here it comes, she thought. He’s either married or he wants to take me home. Which is it?

“I don’t really do this,” Jamie said. “Chat women up in bars and trying to hook up, or whatever the saying is. And I’m not doing it now; in fact I have to go shortly.”

A mixture of relief and mild disappointment flooded over Kirsten.

“I don’t either,” Kirsten replied. “Sometimes I wish I could do something a little crazy. Quite the boring type I am.”

“I don’t agree,” replied Jamie with a sheepish grin. “You’re someone çukurambar escort I’d like to get to know. I’d like to learn how to be a little bit crazy myself.”

Kirsten smiled. She had sometimes fantasized about the life she thought her friend Kate had. Sexually uninhibited, men seemed to be attracted to her like bees around a honey pot. And she went home regularly with men she had just met.

Once she even saw Kate feel up a guy in a corner booth.

Went home with them? Fucked them, she reminded herself; but that wasn’t something Kirsten could do, or not easily.

She looked across at Jamie and smiled.

Kirsten closed her eyes for a few seconds; the sort of moment that when you open your eyes, you think “this isn’t happening.”

But Jamie was still nervously sitting there; and checking his watch.

Kirsten slid closer to Jamie and whispered to him. “Why don’t I be just a little crazy before you go?”

Kirsten took his silence to mean she should continue.

“Can you close your eyes for a few seconds, Jamie?”

Scarcely believing what was happening, Kirsten took a deep breath. She was being a crazy person, but so what?

Looking around, all the patrons in the bar were minding their own business, and where she was sitting with Jamie was certainly private.

Quickly, she undid the buttons on her blouse. She was wearing her favorite white bra and she had to admit the sight was a nice one.

“You can open your eyes now Jamie.”

Jamie opened his eyes briefly and then quickly closed them again!

“Hey,” smiled Kirsten. “I hope I’m not scaring you off.”

“Far from it,” whispered Jamie. “In fact, I’m feeling a little crazy now, and I like it. Do you mind if I just sit and look at you for a minute?”

Kirsten smiled and pulled back her blouse a little more. Feeling Jamie’s eyes on her breasts certainly felt good. Her hand reached for her breast and ran a finger inside her bra strap, teasing Jamie. It was just demetevler escort enough for Jamie to visualize what lay under her bra.

Jamie took a deep breath. “I’m going to suggest I leave now, and hope there might be another time, ok?”

They were exactly the words Kirsten wanted to hear. She didn’t want a hookup, how predictable and boring.

“That’s a good idea,” she smiled. “But, hey, just one more moment of craziness from me.”

Jamie had a puzzled look on his face as Kirsten slid closer to him.

She slid her hand over his leg and onto his inside thigh. Her fingers brushed over his balls and then she fondled his cock. He was hard and erect and certainly seemed to be enjoying it.

OMG, Kirsten thought. She was sitting in a bar, fondling a guy’s cock that she had just met. Smiling to herself, so what? I’m enjoying it, and he is too.

Feeling his hand on hers, Kirsten looked at Jamie.

“It’s time for me to go, Kirsten.”

Kirsten was delighted at Jamie’s words. Sure, she was enjoying the moment but realized she had pushed her own boundaries a little too far.

With one last feel of Jamie’s hard cock, Kirsten took her hand away.

“Yes, it’s time for you to go.” Kirsten said with a smile.

“Could I give you my phone number, Kirsten?”

Kirsten was initially surprised at the courtesy of Jamie’s request. She had just been feeling up his cock, and most guys would just assume she was easy.

“Ok,” smiled Kirsten, but not offering her number in reply. “I might even text you.”

They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways home.

—

Now, nearly two weeks later, Kirsten had still not heard back from Jamie. She had initially sent him a simple “Hi there, it’s Kirsty” message a few days after their erotic encounter at Zebo’s.

Kirsten’s phone beeped.

Was this it, a message from Jamie? She was beginning to think she wouldn’t hear from him at all; the days were drifting by.

But the alert on her phone was reminding her of a dentist’s appointment. Brilliant, she was sitting in the dentists already.

This was a new dentist practice, and they were offering a 50% discount for new clients, how could she resist?

Kirsten suddenly realized she wouldn’t need to worry about not hearing from Jamie again.

Because, just at that moment, there he was; Jamie was her new dentist.

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Kiki, small, lithe, long-legged, with quick eyes, nice tits, and dirty-blond hair, had just walked into the room. A whiff of cigarette smoke followed her from her last smoke before walking into the house. Henderson did not like people smoking in his house.

“Oh, Kiki! How good of you to come. Here, I’ve made you a drink.” the silver-haired, dapper man held out a crystal glass to her, with a double of her favorite drink, a daiquiri, made strong for the night ahead. He was partial to Scotch, himself.

She was wearing a white sundress, cut low in the front so that her pale, veiny breasts were on display. The dress was almost transparent, so that when she stood in front of the French doors, with the light behind her, Doctor Henderson could see the shadow of her slender legs right through it. There were no bra straps or panty lines to mar the revealing lines of the dress.

The main reason he stayed instead of moving to the city was that he liked living in the quaint college town, with all the pliant and accessible young women around. These days, Henderson only taught at the College for the prestige. He didn’t need more money, his research was far behind him, he had lost interest in writing books, and he was really retired although he didn’t admit it. Henderson had made a lot of money as an economist specializing in complicated investment models, especially one that all the big banks and investment houses relied on. A few years ago, he quietly got out of the market before the big flaw in his most famous and heavily used econometric model became known. He was still talked about as a candidate for a powerful government job, such as Treasury Secretary, by those who did not know what happened. It would never have worked, anyway. If his libertine ways were revealed, far better not to be holding a responsible office in government at the time.

Kiki thanked him and perched herself unceremoniously facing him on the back of an unusually long leather sofa that was in the middle of the parlor, in front of the ornate fireplace. She liked that sofa — it was firm and comfortable, even with someone on top of her. Being in this room was like experiencing every cliché of the WASP-y 1920’s upper crust. But that was before Henderson had been born. Maybe Henderson had been raised by old parents who lived this way.

“You remembered our arrangement about parking?” asked Henderson, unnecessarily. Kiki always parked in back, in a spot hidden from the street by trees and a fence, out of sight of prying eyes, like neighbors and those pesky, juvenile student reporters from the College newspaper. Every few years they got the urge to do investigative reporting on prominent people who lived in the college town. That was a nuisance.

“Of course!” Kiki resented that he asked the question every time she came over. She did not like being treated like a bimbo. Doctor Henderson and his friends always talked down to her. She wasn’t dumb or ignorant. She might not have had had the grades or the pull to get in into the College — she didn’t even try because her family could not have afforded it, even if she had won a scholarship — but hardly anyone who grew up here ever went to the College, even though it was right in the middle of town. The College was for the rich kids from somewhere else, them and a few really bright students who were admitted on scholarship to keep up its ridiculously inflated reputation.

“How many people will I be having sex with tonight?” she asked without emotion, then sipped her daiquiri.

“Well, at least four, counting me. Maybe five, if Doctor Lipschitz brings a guest. You’ll be in the same bedroom as last time.” He paused for a moment. “We’ll start at the same time. They’ll come for drinks at 7:00 and you’ll wear what’s in the closet. You can have dinner with us but be upstairs by 9:00. We’ll eat at 8:00 and be done around 9:30 and then you will start receiving visitors.”

It might sound like he was acting like a jerk, condescending to give his permission for her to sit at the same table. Actually, she usually ate separate from the guests for a very good reason: the dinner conversation was terrible when she sat at the table. Everyone would be preoccupied with her body, looking for flashing titties, and imagining what they were going to do to her later that night. The men, and sometimes the women too, seated next to her would find it hard to keep their hands to themselves. So, after the first few dinner parties when this happened, she and Doctor Henderson mutually agreed that she would flash herself over cocktails to titillate the guests and then disappear until fucking time began. Tonight was a small dinner party and most of the guests had been there, and had had her, before. They would still be horny and she would still arouse them but what Doctor Henderson called “the arrangement” would not be so surprising or new to them. It would be more relaxed.

The old mansion had at least five bedrooms, four of which Kiki knew very well, having spent lots of time on her back in them, looking beşevler escort at their ceilings. The fifth (there may have been more on the top floor, but she never went there) was Doctor Henderson’s bedroom. He used it for sleeping and reading when he was alone but because kept it neat as a pin and because he liked it that way he preferred to fuck in another room. Or, another explanation could have been that maybe he didn’t like to make love in the same bed that he had shared with his ex-wife, because it brought back memories. Kiki didn’t think that was very likely. Most of the men she knew whose wives had left them loved to fuck in their former marital bed. In their mind it was a revenge thing, as if the mattress had a memory.

Henderson asked, “Did you give yourself an enema this afternoon?” Kiki nodded. She immediately guessed who one of the guests would be.

He stepped closer to her. “Did you shave, like I asked you to?”

Kiki smiled as only she could smile, with the corners of her lips curled tight. She didn’t say anything — she only lifted her dress up to her waist, revealing to his appreciative gaze her newly bare, smooth, puffy pussy, her skin all pale white and delectable. She lifted one leg over the back of the sofa and stood, her pussy lips parted by the stance and showing succulent pink.

“Beautiful,” he said, with a dry mouth.

She smiled and with her fingers pulled her labia apart, just to amuse him. Her cunt was bright pink on the inside.

“Exquisite!” he almost choked on his drink.

Kiki turned and went upstairs to a bedroom furnished in pink and red, with a massive four-poster oak bed and silk sheets, turned down, obviously waiting for her. There was a well-stocked bathroom attached and she took a long, leisurely bubble bath, soaking in the hot water, getting the kinks out of her muscles before her strenuous exertions tonight would put them back in. She then had an hour before the guests arrived so she took a short nap, nude of course, and when she woke up to the soft whirring alarm she got up and brushed her teeth and made her breath very, very fresh. She checked her email one last time before turning her cellphone off: nothing on tomorrow, so she could sleep in late again, an afternoon delight scheduled the following day. Then, about ten minutes before 7:00 she looked in the closet.

The flimsy white gown hanging in the closet was much nicer than the rude leather design she had worn last time. The dress was made of transparent material, cut low in the front all the way to her waist, barely covering her breasts, which were visible through the fabric anyway. Although it fell to just above her ankles, there was a slit in the back and another in the front that went all the way to her crotch. If she turned too fast, bent over, or sat down too quickly, her pussy would be on display. Not that there was anything wrong with that. The waist was cinched by a gold chain. She felt like she could be a fantasy, a goddess, or a harem girl. On the floor were white shoes with four-inch heels. That made her a fantasy, because a goddess would wear sandals and a harem girl would be barefoot.

The part she liked best, other than the sex, about what Henderson called their “stimulating evenings” was her flamboyant entrance, coming down the stairs precisely ten minutes after the guests were expected. Doctor Henderson prized punctuality and this was his way of creating an incentive for his guests to come on time.

Boy, did it work.

Ten eyes were riveted to Kiki as she floated down the elegant staircase, feet gliding underneath the diaphanous gown which billowed and flapped around her pale, white naked legs as she descended, separating at times to provide the briefest flashing glimpse of sweet bare pussy before closing again.

“Ah, my dear! How good of you to join us!” Doctor Henderson looked elegant in his tuxedo, the only person in formal dress. “I think you know Doctor Lipschitz and Reverend Ghislain.” In fact, they were two of Kiki’s favorites, not that she was ever given a choice or even an opportunity to show her preference. Lipschitz was in his early 60’s, Austrian, rather short, and a little formal with old fashioned manners. He wore a well-tailored suit and a silk tie and sported a nicely-trimmed goatee that ticked women’s twats quite charmingly. Ghislain was taller and although he wore a tie, he was dressed more casually than Lipschitz, with a knit tie and Pendleton over his shirt. Both of them nodded and smiled and got erections. Lipschitz’s growing package was quite impressive for an older man. Ghislain’s was harder to see because of his loose trousers but Kiki already knew exactly what he had. Even more, she knew exactly where it was going and that it would end up in a different place than the others.

“And I don’t believe that you have met our other guests,” he paused for a moment to get the name right, “Miss Aptos? Doctor Wistler?”

“Yes,” replied the young man, Doctor Wistler, büyükesat escort a stranger to Kiki but a very attractive one. She got the distinct impression that he was very happy to be there and included in the party. He was in his forties, only slightly taller than she was, olive-skinned with wavy black hair, and broad shoulders. She noticed that he had a very elegant style of dressing, with linen pants and a colored shirt with contrasting tie. The expression on his face was intense as he stared at her. She sensed that he was sexually hungry. He was looking at her as if she were a sexual meal. She was ready to be devoured. She averted her eyes from his in an effort to signal feminine submission to his desire and leaned forward slightly so that he could see more of her breasts and imagine them in his hands.

Miss Aptos, on the other hand, was a beautiful but severe-looking woman with straight blonde hair, set off beautifully by an elegant royal blue chiffon and satin one-shoulder cocktail dress. She had come as Doctor Lipschitz’ guest. Ms. Aptos, whose first name was Clarissa, was a banker, and guest lecturer in his course. She seemed like the kind of person who loves to deny loans to people who need them and to foreclose on people’s homes. She stared at Kiki throughout the cocktail hour, watching flashes of Kiki’s crotch with special interest. Unlike the reaction Kiki got from many women, she wasn’t obviously comparing herself to Kiki. Kiki did not know what to expect from her but knew it would be…..interesting.

Kiki stood gracefully, with a champagne glass in her hand, as the guests complimented her and engaged her in conversation, all the while openly admiring her body. She made no effort to cover herself and if she leaned over and exposed a breast, or took a step and revealed her shaved pussy, that was fine with her.

There were only two servants that night, plus the cook, because it was a small party and Henderson wanted to keep the number of servers down for greater privacy. In the past, the servants would look at Kiki with contempt as they circulated, while offering the guests drinks and taking glasses. Puta!, they were thinking, and there was always the concern that they would talk about what they saw. But Doctor Henderson had put a stop to that. He now picked servants who were in the country illegally. Then he paid them much more than they could ever make in the employ of someone else and he made them sign a confidentiality agreement. Any complaints, and he could get them deported but they had no incentive to complain.

Finally the bell rang and the guests entered the elegant dining room and sat down at the table. Doctor Henderson sat at one end and Kiki sat at the other, as if she was the lady of the house. The real reason, of course, was to give everyone a clear view of her lovely face and fetching chest but to keep her pussy out of reach, at least for the time being.

Everyone at the dinner party was an economist or had some economics training, even Reverend Ghislain. He was in the divinity school but taught church financial management and economics for non-profit organizations.

Kiki held her own in the conversation. At one point, the subject of the economics of prostitution came up. Everyone around the table was looking sideways at Kiki, with their eyebrows raised, of course, to see if the subject made her uncomfortable. Doctor Lipschitz was saying that the money men paid to a prostitute for sex was a rent, in the classical sense, where the asset is the woman’s body and payment is for the time spent occupying it.

Kiki vocally disagreed. She was quick to offer her personal economic analysis: “It all comes down to the business model. Prostitutes will do almost anybody, but not just anything. They are less discriminating the less the payment, because their value is based on demand for their own appeal and they get paid by piecework, for services rendered. But most whores won’t do everything — they mostly draw the line at anal, for example. If they do do it, they charge a lot more, so the fee is based on the service, not the time spent on it. Now party girls, who come in for a stag or an orgy could be considered to be on commission, I grant you that, Doctor Lipschitz. It may be a classical rent for them, by strict definition.” Lipschitz was not offended at her tone of voice, as much as he was not used to being lectured at rather than doing the lecturing. On the contrary, he was fascinated by Kiki’s learned analysis as she continued.

“Concubines, kept women and full-time mistresses, on the other hand, get paid the equivalent of a salary, involving some kind of regular support, in exchange for being exclusive. Men used to set their mistresses up with their own homes — now they mostly pay the rent on the girl’s apartment.”

Kiki paused to drink a sip of champagne. She was thinking of her mother and how she operated as the alderman’s mistress back in her Chicago days. She then turned to her own situation. çankaya escort

“Then there are girls who do not have a fixed rate and who accept whatever their lovers want to give them. A real slut does it for fun and if the men are generous, so much the better: it is a voluntary tax. That’s where girls like me fit in.”

The economists around the table stared at her for a long while in surprise, until Doctor Henderson broke the silence and mentioned that Kiki had gone to college, just not to their esteemed College.

That was true. She had taken the first two years of a business major at State, down the road in the city. Of course, State was just the big public university that everyone could afford. It didn’t count for much against the prestige and reputation of the College. State didn’t have enough dorm rooms for the number of students who wanted to live on campus, so students who did not get a place and couldn’t afford city rents were forced to commute. Kiki got tired of the long commute from her home town and dropped out of the degree program before she finished.

The dinner continued with the guests pursuing other lines of conversation but digesting what Kiki had said and, of course, lusting after her body.

When dinner was over, but before the after-dinner drinks were served, Kiki excused herself. As she turned to go out of the dining room, her gown separated in back, giving the guests a fine view of her tight, round buttocks as she walked away. Up in her room, she flossed, brushed her teeth, and gargled. She washed her anus with soap, to be sure it would be clean and smell fresh, and applied perfume lightly in her blonde hair, under her arms, and in the crease of her groin. She put a small tube of lubricant on the bedside table. There was a small bar set up in the bedroom and she poured herself some Scotch, the better to loosen up before her first visitor. Then, very very gingerly, she dabbed a finger wetted in Scotch right on her clitoris. Too much and it would burn but just enough stimulated her and started to rev her up for what was to come. She lay down on the bed, letting the gown part and expose her however it would. Then she waited. The door was open.

The first guest to come to her room was Doctor Wistler. That surprised Kiki. Henderson usually sent the new guests up first but Kiki had expected him to put Clarissa first, since he was old fashioned in giving courtesy to women.

Wistler greeted her and sat down on the side of the bed. He looked her up and down, dwelling on her exposed right breast. Kiki knew then that underneath his buff and masculine exterior he was shy – he did not know where to start.

“You seem young for this crowd,” she observed dryly, to break the ice.

Wistler laughed. “I am an associate professor,” he said, as if academic rank were more indicative of true age than years lived, and indeed that accurately reflected the culture of the College. “But I have tenure now!”

Kiki smirked, knowingly. She knew that Henderson only invited colleagues to join his libertine parties once they were tenured: faculty who had been denied tenure were too angry and were apt to get revenge in their bitterness by spilling the beans.

Wistler continued. “But are you old enough for what I am about to do to you?” This was flattering! Kiki’s pale, smooth skin, her ripe, firm breasts, line-free face and tidy figure had fooled many men into thinking she was barely 20.

Kiki lay back on the pillow and raised both arms in a gesture of submission which also thrust out her lovely tits. “I suggest you get started, before I grow older!” Wistler was taking too long. There were four other people that Kiki would have to service tonight and besides, she was feeling especially horny tonight.

This unexpected reply jolted Wistler into action! He quickly took off his clothes and Kiki saw that he was in good shape — The man obviously worked out! He stood there very fit, well hung, and with a fine, low-hanging ballsack. He jumped onto the bed and kissed her full on the mouth while his hand cupped her exposed breast. Kiki relaxed, smiling — this was where she stopped trying to control the situation and just let things happen! Wistler’s cock and balls were rubbing on her thighs now, through the front slit of the flimsy dress. After he had had his fill of her mouth, he reared back and pulled the flimsy dress off of her. He hadn’t been much for foreplay so far, but she knew she was going to like where this was going!

“Doctor Wistler,” she asked breathlessly, “do you like the nipple on my breast?” Wistler nodded. “Then why aren’t you sucking it?”

Wistler grinned widely and leaned over to flick her nipples with his tongue, making them erect and hard, all the while climbing on top of her, penis and heavy scrotum dragging along the inside of her pale, smooth thighs. She was gasping now, hands on his shoulders, when he positioned himself just right to mount her, reached down to put his cock right at her entrance, and thrust home! Kiki grunted and moaned at the wonderful feeling of being impaled with his eager, young rod, which filled her expansible and well-exercised vagina very nicely. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back as he thrust in and out, pistoning her mightily, pounding her tight but wet and welcoming channel, filling her pelvis with fluttery sensations and mounting tension!

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Where does a marriage go boring? I was 24 and had two small children. My wife had decided she wasn’t into sex anymore. What was I to do?

I was between jobs, but comfortably off due to my father-in-law’s dough, so I decided to go back to school. I signed up for several courses at the local junior college. My first class was English, and that’s where I met her.

She was beautiful, with blonde hair and five jeweled studs in each ear. Her blue eyes could drown a man and her boobs stuck out proudly on her small body. I took the seat next to her and struck up a conversation. I learned she was 19, had a boyfriend, and had graduated from the same high school as I had. After class we made a date to study at her parents house where she lived.

I made an excuse to the wife that night and gathered my books and notes from class. She lived only a few minutes from me. When I went in the house she introduced me to her parents, who were on their way out.

We started talking about the book we had been assigned to read, but mostly we were flirting. She would touch my arm when she spoke, and laughed at all my lame jokes. I thought about my wife and kids, and about my growing erection at the thought of fucking this young girl. Guess ankara olgun escort which head won.

It started with a hug, but before long it was a kiss. I reached around her and started rubbing her back, feeling for a bra clasp. After undoing it I moved my hand forward to cup her firm young breast. Her nipples were as hard as my cock.

We shed clothing on the way to her bedroom. She was 19, but her room still looked like it was occupied by a high school girl. High school pennants, pom poms, and pictures of pop stars hung on the walls. A menagerie of stuffed animals covered her bed.

I asked if she was a virgin and, giggling, she said no, that her boyfriend had broken her cherry six months before. I looked at her blonde pussy hair and she giggled again. She stopped with the giggling when I dove for her cunt and started to eat her out. In five minutes she had three orgasms. This bitch was hot!

She thanked me for making her cum, telling me her boyfriend had never done that for her, since he couldn’t last five minutes before he came. I was sure ready to teach this young hottie a lesson or two about fucking!

She returned the favor, taking my ankara ucuz escort fat cock into her mouth. She licked and kissed it, running her tongue down its length to my balls. Her head bobbed up and down as she tried to swallow my length, not quite able to get it all down her throat. All the while she rubbed my balls, trying to tickle the sperm out of them. She was not disappointed when I blew a huge wad between her lips. Ropes of semen dripped out of her mouth and onto her chin.

We smoked a couple of cigarettes there on her bed, naked and loving the afterglow of our coupling. When my cock sprang back to life, she begged me to fuck her.

“I’m usually too dry even for Brian’s little cock, so can you please use some lube?” She asked. I nodded and she reached for a tube of KY that was under the bed. I took it and squirted some on my penis and rubbed it on, getting it very slick. I then rubbed my fingers in her pussy.

Sinking my dick into Kelly was one of the great experiences of my life. Here was a young girl, begging me to fuck her with the added thrill of cheating on my wife. I pounded away at her like I was a 16 year-old virgin getting his first piece ankara yabancı escort of ass. I looked down to see my nine-inch cock spreading those tiny pussy lips, obscenely stretching them like they had never been stretched before. I saw our pubic hairs mingling, felt her muscles clenching at my invading pole of flesh. I was going for the fuck of my life, and hers, and I wanted it to last as long as possible.

I slowed down the pace, finally leaving my cock in her. I bent down to kiss her and she met me, hungrily. I rubbed her little tittles and pulled on her nipples, getting them hard and hear to moan. I reached between and got my fingers wet and rubbed them on her asshole. Meeting no resistance, I worked one then another finger up her ass.

It was great feeling my cock with my fingers inside her and, by the way Kelly bucked against me she was having a good time too. She screamed that she was cumming and, feeling myself not far behind her, I asked if she was on birth control. She said no, but I couldn’t help myself. I emptied my balls into her quivering pussy, losing count of the number of shots of semen I put in her.

I rolled over, pulling myself from her. A huge glob of my essence dripped out onto the bedspread. This had been a monumental fuck, with the added thrill that I might have knocked up a pretty young girl.

She kissed me hard and thanked me for the fantastic lay. We agreed that, even though she had a boyfriend and I had a wife, we would continue to get together. We had many more adventures, which I will share in the future. Thanks for letting me share this erotic adventure!

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