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The Pickup Game

The clock had long past struck the witching hour, the dance floor was still popping with a few men and quite a few women. Some of them were topless, all of them were shameless.

Mary and Adam toured their club. The window to the room that had the sex swing was open, a woman sat naked in it, her man for the moment was kneeling before her, licking at her beaver; on the bed a couple was fucking. Perhaps seven people were in the group room in various stages of foreplay and intercourse. An assemblage of naked bodies were erotically taking the waters in the immense hot tub. Just an average night at DJs Island.

They returned to the common room, Mary shouted to him over the throbbing bass of the music. “I’m still in the mood!”

They put their heads closely together. “Richard wasn’t enough for you?” Adam asked.

“No, he was good. I just want more.”

Around 10:00 they’d met Richard and Diane at the buffet, old friends. It had been prearranged, after some talking and a some dancing, the foursome had moseyed into a private room, shut the door. For over an hour they’d frisked, mainly Mary with Richard, Adam and Diane. Both of the women yelled and screamed multiple times, both men left with big smiles on their face.

Richard and Diane had plans for the next day, by midnight they were putting their coats on; Adam and Mary had no place else to be, always enjoyed the ambience of the swing club.

When Mary revealed she was still in the mood, Adam knew exactly what to expect, smiled at the memory of previous similar moments. “Fine,” he urged Mary, “go have fun.”

Mary blew him a kiss, pranced to the dance floor. Adam sat at a nearby table and stared at his wife for a moment, renewing his love for her. She was wearing pumps, her desirable leg peeked out from the high slit in her skimpy skirt. She’d decided not to wear the blouse, her slight breasts were nicely hoisted in a red, meshy bra. Her torso was rosy with the previous exertion and the eroticism of the situation. She’d taken the time to brush her hair, a few minutes had been spent in repairing the rouge, powder and lipstick after the wrestle with Richard. If she wasn’t the most beautiful of the women on the dance floor, if she wasn’t the youngest, she was certainly appealing. And Adam could see a number of men appraising her, certainly some were wondering if she was up for an escapade.

There was a cadre of wives who were wildly reveling with each other, touching and kissing, even exposing each other’s tits. Since Mary was rarely in a bisexual mood, she spun to the other side of the floor, began gyrating in time to the technopop. She wasn’t by herself for long, a couple moved closer, Mary faced both of them. It seemed clear they were looking for a unicorn, a single bi woman to caper with both of them; after a couple of moments Mary moved away. A man dressed only in speedos, a little pudgy, moved close; Mary danced with him a bit, allowed him to get behind her and pull her ass into his groin. But it was simple titillation, she wasn’t about to take it further, not with him.

Another gentleman approached. Adam sized him up, thought ‘yeah, maybe.’ The man was three or four inches taller than her average height. His blond hair was well styled, he was dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. He was, perhaps, ten or fifteen years younger than Mary’s age of 58. Adam watched as they smiled at each other, progressed into the barnyard mating dance.

For a long few minutes, the bodies were positioned a foot from each other, approaching only when Mary bent and shook her boobs at him in time to the music, then slid away. She turned her back to him, he grasped her Afyon Escort waist with firm hands, didn’t attempt to pull her closer. Facing away from each other, they thumped hips together. Mary twirled a strand of her hair, held his upper arm as she leaned forward.

The DJ allowed the music to slow, the bright strobes were replaced by soft raspberry lighting. Mary moved into his arms, held his shoulders, her bra nudged calculatingly into the man’s shirt. Adam could see them speaking into each other’s ears, he figured they were hinting their desires, negotiating. The man’s hand drooped first to the small of her back, then further, he was cupping her left ass cheek. She raised her face, placed her hand on the back of his head, pulled it down for the first kiss.

They moved together for not more than two minutes, Adam saw the guy’s fly was pressed against Mary’s belly, a good sign. Then holding the man’s hand, Mary strolled over to Adam’s table, they sat. “George, this is my husband, Adam.”

“Nice to meet you,” they both said, shook hands.

“Where are you guys from?” George said.

Adam replied, “O’Hara township.” George didn’t know where it was, Mary explained it was a northern Pittsburgh suburb. “How about you?”

“I came down from Sharon, I heard about this place, always wanted to visit it, heard it was crazy.”

“It is,” Mary confirmed, “Lots of fun.”

The talk continued for a few minutes, Adam told a funny story about a cop that had stopped Mary for speeding, how she talked her way out of it by unbuttoning her blouse. During the discussion, Mary dropped the code word when she said, “We were down in the Caribbean a couple of years ago, it’s Paradise.”

The talk of tropical islands soon came to its conclusion, Adam began the diplomacy. “George, I can tell Mary likes you. We have a couple of things we need. We always use condoms. And when Mary’s into it with a guy, I usually sit around and watch for a little bit, then I might join in, help you out with her. Just to let you know, I’m not bi.”

“That’s fine with me,” George agreed, dropping his eyes to Mary’s red bra, coming to the realization she’d soon be taking it off for his pleasure, his eye sparkled with the fire of craving .

“Should we find a room?” Mary offered and stood. George nodded his head as Mary led him down the hall, on their way to cloud nine.

Adam followed the pair to the bank of private rooms, saw from the clock at the end of the hall it was after one o’clock, they had forty-five minutes or so before the club closed, plenty of time.

Mary’s smile was broad with her fantasies of the new toy, for that was what George was to her. Oh, she wasn’t heartless, she knew George had a family, friends, concerns, didn’t discount his reality as a person. But she’d also been in this situation more than a few times, she realized in all probability she’d never see George again, that his lustful thoughts were certainly of what he was going to get to do with Mary, not that he was planning on calling her the next day. She had Adam for that!

The door to the selected room slammed, a soft table lamp lit the den of iniquity. Out of his back pocket Adam produced a pair of foil packets, dropped them on the table next to the bed.

The room had a queen sized bed with a clean sheet and two pillows on it, a couch where Adam took his place, ready to watch his favorite porn. Mary kicked off her sandals, sprawled on on the bed, motioned to George to join her. He took a moment to unlace his shoes, place his socks in them. He laid beside the woman, a bit above her, took her in his arms, gave her a kiss.

Knowing their shared purpose, Afyon Escort Bayan shared desire, Mary and George moved into foreplay with ease. His hand went to the bra, hers to his groin, rubbing the tool still hidden to her. George bent to her chest, kissed at the line of fabric and skin, licked at the nipple still in the lace. At this, Mary’s breath hissed, she had sensitive tits. He fumbled at her back, trying to get the damned garment off, after a few tries he eventually found the key to the puzzle, Mary’s peaks popped out.

While he was trying to start the disrobing, Mary pulled his shirt over his shoulders, began floundering at his belt and zipper. No matter how much practice Mary had at undressing men, it always seemed incredibly ungraceful. But no matter, the unwrapping was an afterthought, the partners were simply trying to advance to the main event.

George rolled on his back, put his legs in the air, pulled his pants off, his underwear with it. At the same time, Mary wriggled out of her remaining clothing, a much easier challenge. Again the couple laid with each other, kissing, touching. George had a body with a few extra pounds, Mary accepted the reality, didn’t bitch as she herself wasn’t as slim as she’d been in her youth. Neither expected a perfect physique to sport with.

As George kissed Mary’s nipples, Adam saw him explore the small runway of pubic hair. He knew George had reached the slit when he heard Mary’s sharp puff, could see the back of the hand moving to and fro, indicating Mary’s tunnel was being invaded. Mary grasped at his prick, sensing its dimensions.

The couple shifted, now George was kneeling to Mary’s side, placed his head to her belly, his tongue angered Mary’s clit. She’d been well taken care of earlier in the night and had anticipated this moment for twenty minutes or more, she was ready. At nearly the first touch of his mouth on her labia she responded with a whimper, a cry, her first orgasm with George, perhaps her tenth of the night. With his help of tongue and finger she kept herself on her apogee for a minute or two, just enough to sate her for the moment.

She pulled George away, shifted on her hips until her head was in George’s lap. She knew her way around a man’s anatomy, this might have been the one-hundredth tool she’d touched in her life, give or take a dozen. She tasted first the precum, just a bit brackish. Then she bobbed, the cock entered her mouth, she produced saliva to wet the tool. George laid back, one of her tits in his hand, enjoyed his reflex. All night he’d hung out, striking out with every one of the single women and three or four couples. He’d been afraid the night had been a bust, although he did get to watch one room where four young people screwed, the women were amazingly attractive. But he wasn’t here for porn, and now that his cock was being sucked he figured it was worth the entrance fee.

Mary blew him until he was good and hard, then said, “Give me a condom.” For the first couple years she and Adam had been in the LifeStyle she would usually lie there while the guy unwrapped the rubber and put it on. It was an unavoidable delay, she thought, and once it was on they had to bring the passion back. But she’d learned! When George placed it in her hand she tore the packet open, gave the cock one final swallow with lots of spit, then rolled the latex down, stroking the cock as she went. When handled this way, putting the raincoat on was another delicious form of foreplay.

“Is cowgirl okay with you?” she asked.

“Fine. Sure!”

Now that penetration was imminent, Adam stood and walked to a position next to the headboard. He Escort Afyon always loved this moment, when Mary’s taking of another guy was, to him, ‘official.’ He watched as Mary arranged her knees to either side of George’s stomach, lifted herself up. George used his hand to point the tool skyward, Mary fingered herself until she was open and felt the head at the focus, slumped. The cock slid in easily, when it was nested perfectly she stopped for a moment.

Mary looked at George, he looked at her. Now they were linked, now they were lovers.

She was leaning away from him slightly, her hands on his thighs. One of his was on her belly, the thumb of the other rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes, let herself appreciate how nice it was to have her silky passage filled by a strange man.

She began her gyration in three dimensions: up and down, back to front, side to side. She was expert at this, knew how to point the head right at her g-spot, how to use the shaft to massage the walls of her snatch. George was having a hard time, he’d been waiting for this all day, not knowing if it was actually going to happen. Now he was inside her, he was using all his skill to try not to come too early.

Mary willed herself into her orgasm and it was a good one. Her body shuddered, twitched of its own reaction. Her breath was uneven, gasps, croons, squeaks. Every once in awhile she’d stop completely, waiting on a particularly good shiver. Then, according to her own timetable, she was done.

She opened her eyes, smiled to George, then to Adam. “Fabulous!” she reviewed. Then she placed her hands on George’s shoulders, bent towards him until her tits rubbed his chest, and began fast, heavy thrusts, designed to give him the pleasure he wanted. In and out the cock went, in and out. He realized she was ready for him to come, he let it happen. His eyes scrunched, his hands forced Mary’s waist down until he was all the way in. Mary looked at Adam as George gushed, smiled at her husband, letting him know her joy in practicing this arcane and erotic art of fucking with strangers, thanking him.

She waited for George, with a new guy you never quite knew when he was all the way done, she didn’t want to rush him in his orgasm. At that moment, the overhead light flashed on and off, on and off, closing time was near, finish it up folk!

George opened his eyelids, caught her gaze. “Was it as good for you,” she asked him, “as it was for me?”

“Oh, yeah, totally. You’re great.”

Mary was still on top of George, his cock still pushed far up into her pussy when she looked at Adam and asked, “You want a turn?”

“No,” he balked, “I’ll wait till we get home.”

“Okay.” Mary bent down, gave George a kiss, open but not too intimate, let him hold her breast one more time, then dismounted, began to tumble into her clothing.

As George pulled his pants on he investigated any future he might have with the couple. “Maybe I could see you guys again?”

“Sure,” Adam answered, knowing the rigamarole. “We’re WesternPaCouple on SLS, leave us a note, we’ll get back to you.” If George contacted them, maybe they’d give him another shot, maybe they wouldn’t, it was too early to make any kind of a commitment.

When clothes were on and hair was combed they walked out the door together, Mary then Adam then George, when they reached the main room they waved to the stranger. “See ya!”

Adam grabbed a banana from the buffet table. “You good?” he asked.

Mary laughed. “If there were more guys and more time I might see if I could get into more trouble. What are we doing tomorrow night?”

“Nothing, why?”

“It’s going to be lingerie night, maybe we could come back and play the pick-up game again?”

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She was sitting on the couch watching The Simpson’s, reading the evening news, and getting high. Her regular evening ritual. She had shucked off her work clothes as she hit the front door, and was left with only black lace boy shorts and a white tank top. She sighed as she hung up her work clothes and caught a glimpse of her ass in the mirror. Large, full, round, yet surprisingly firm for 42 years; the boy shorts looked quite perky stretched across her ass cheeks.

“You will never be confused for Kate Moss” Holly chuckled to herself, tossing her shoulder length blond hair behind her.

The Simpson’s theme song was just beginning when her dog rose to his feet and started barking. Exhaling a lung full of smoke and wrapping a quilt around her ample hips, she went to open the door.

Standing on her step was a guy – early thirties maybe – shaved head, spike earrings, and sporty glasses. He was holding a sheaf of papers and checking the house number when she slid the door open and said hello.

“Hi, I’m Robert, and I’m with NORMLS. I was wondering if you had time to sign our petition?”

“NORMLS? You mean the pot people?” Holly asked.

“Well, we like to think of ourselves as more than that.” Robert smiled and Holly noticed his eyes checking out her cleavage. Wow! What a nice smile. Even white teeth with a mustache – nice compliment to the shaved head. Holly was getting interested.

Robert started going into his speech about how we need to change our laws regarding marijuana, how many people were clogging up our jails and legal system because of simple marijuana use violations. Holly watched him. He was very cute – short, stocky and sexy. He looked right into her eyes and smiled as he spoke.

She finally interrupted him. “Um, Robert, do you want to come in? I mean, instead of standing out there on the step?” She backed up and opened the door, the sweet aroma of pot spilling out into the night air.

“Sure.” Robert looked up and smiled again, “thanks.” He followed her into the house.

Holly settled him on the couch and sat across from him. She dropped the quilt from around her waist, showing off her thick round thighs in the shorts. She propped her foot up on the coffee table. Robert almost slipped right off the couch as he glanced up and saw her sitting there, thighs exposed, breasts straining against the confines of the tank top. She picked up the pipe and relit it – drawing a quick hit and passed it across the couch to Robert.

“See – I’m already on your side.” Holly said as she expelled the smoke towards his face. Indecision crossed his face as he reached for the pipe.

“I’m not sure if I should be doing this on Afyon Escort the job.” Robert hesitated then set the pipe back down. “Maybe we should just take a look at this petition.”

Holly picked the pipe back up and scooted over on the couch next to Robert so she could see the papers. Their heads touched as they both looked down at the papers in his hands. She took another small hit as she sunk in closer to him. Their legs were touching. She could feel his warmth. She slowly let her breath out towards his ear. Robert clenched his papers and cleared his throat.

“Are you sure you don’t want some of this?” She whispered into his ear.

“Well, um, maybe just a bit.” He stammered.

She again lit the pipe but instead of handing it to him, she put the bowl into her mouth and leaned towards him, blowing smoke from the pipe stem. She got close enough to almost touch his lips as she blew him a shotgun. Robert sucked at the smoked, reaching out to touch Holly’s cheek.

“Whoa!” He coughed. “You’re killing me!”

Holly giggled, put down the pipe and brought her face back to Robert’s. He leaned in and gently kissed her lips, blowing the hit back at her. She held his chin and sucked in the smoke. He pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking gently. She looked into his large brown eyes. He had a mixture of disbelief and anticipation on his face – so sexy. Gently she opened her lips and pulled his tongue into her mouth, without letting go she slowly turned and straddled his lap.

Her plump ass was nicely rubbing against his thighs and their crotches were nearly touching. She could feel the heat coming from her own body as she pressed against him, slowly rubbing her nipples against his chest. He reached for the tank top, sliding the straps from her shoulders, fingers gently touching her breast. He slipped his hand down to her nipple and heard her gasp as he rubbed the hardening button.

Pulling the top over her head she tossed it aside. Her full tan breasts were gorgeous and she knew it. Robert tentatively reached for her soft jiggling flesh, cupping them in his hands. She leaned towards him, aiming one large erect nipple at his mouth. He opened his mouth, let her guide the nipple home and began sucking. She moaned or rather growled and pulled back against his sucking, making him pull hard on the nipple. He released one and she guided the other tit to his face, urging him to take that nipple into his mouth. He glanced up at her face as he suckled and saw a look of pure pleasure. Slowly she fed him her hardening nipples – first one then the other – again and again. Each time she pulled back harder, making him suck harder Afyon Escort Bayan and harder on those fantastic tits.

She started growling again and began to very gently rub her crotch against his pants. Holly could feel his cock growing. The thin layer of lace covering her pussy was just making her hotter as she gently rubbed herself against him. She grabbed his smooth, bald head and held it to her nipples – not wanting him to stop for even a second. Robert pushed her tits together, trying to get both nipples in his mouth at the same time, sucking, licking and biting. The harder he treated those dark brown nipples the louder she groaned and the more she rubbed against his cock.

Suddenly she rammed her crotch against his as she held his head and cried “Oh god yes.”

Robert felt her orgasm flow over her. As he continued to pinch and suck her nipples he felt the ripples and twitching of her entire body. She practically convulsed on top of him. As her shaking subsided, she opened her eyes to see Robert, still gently holding her breast, watching her intently. Holly blushed, smiled and scooted to the floor between Robert’s knees.

She rubbed the wet spot left on his pants by grinding her pussy on him. His cock was in fine shape now and straining to be freed of clothing. Holly deftly unbuckled, unzipped and released his growing member. Sinking to her knees she lightly rubbed his cock. Feeling its silky smoothness as she brought it to her. God she loved the feeling of a hard, hot cock stroking across her face, mouth, lips. Delicately she stroked his cock as she looked up into those dark brown eyes. Never breaking the connection as she ever so slowly reached for his cock with her tongue. Gazing deeply into his eyes while she pressed that hot fat cock head between her lips.

Holly worked at wetting down his cock. Tenderly she sucked and licked until it was shiny and wet. Robert squirmed at the feather-light touch, hungering for more contact. He could just barely control himself from not bucking his hips at her mouth. Those eyes sometimes closed, sometimes watching his face as she teased and flicked his glands with her tongue. Finally she grasped his cock at the base and inch by inch worked it all the way into her mouth.

The compression on his cock as she started to suck was so damn hot. Robert grunted as she continued to feed his cock down her throat. He felt her grope for his balls and gently massage them between her thumb and fingers of one hand as she held him tight with the other fist. Now she started stroking his cock with her mouth. Deeper and deeper she swallowed up his cock till he could feel it pressing the back Escort Afyon of her throat.

“Oh yeah” Robert groaned and reached for her hair, pulling it back from her face as he wrapped it around his fist.

Holly moaned as he pulled her hair tightly into his hand. Urgently he guided her movements. She let go her grasp to fully take his entire cock. Faster now, she was fucking his cock with her mouth. Over and over she sucked and stroked as his cock slid right down her throat. Robert pumped his hips, gaining even more access. Faster still and Holly was moaning around his cock.

“Yes baby, here it is” Robert hissed and she felt his balls tighten. He raised his hips – and jolted back as she squeezed his balls and clamped her hand around the base of his cock, cutting off his orgasm. “What the….???” Robert cried, his orgasm missed.

Smiling, Holly looked up into his eyes. “Shhhhhhhh.” she whispered. “hold on a second.”

The mixture of let-down and high tension was wild. Robert’s cock was throbbing, wet, hot and needing to cum so bad. His head was spinning as Holly stood up, turned around and pulled those tight black lace panties down her full ass. She bent over the coffee table, resting on her elbows. Her pussy so wet and hot he could feel the heat. Looking over her shoulder at him, she stuck her ass in the air and smiled.

That was all the invitation Robert needed. Standing, still on shaky legs, he thrust the head of his cock at her dripping hole. White hot tight as he pushed into her cunt. Grabbing two handfuls of ass he dragged her to him, burying his cock deep into her. Slowly he stroked into that luscious pussy. She rocked on her heels, meeting him at every thrust, as deeper and deeper he pushed into her. Her sheath clung to his cock, clenching it as he moved faster and faster. Harder and deeper he slammed into her body, slapping against that ass with each stroke. His balls draw up, ready to spew their load and Holly’s crying out “Oh fuck yes – fuck yes baby!”

Robert’s eyes rolled back as the cum streamed from his body, furiously pumping into Holly’s pussy. He felt her clamp down on him and drag the rest of his orgasm from him. They both groaned as the last few thrusts empty their bodies. Panting and gasping they quake against each other, trying to catch their breath.

Shakily, Holly stands up, pulling Robert’s cock from her pussy. “Oh baby” she chuckles. “let me get you something for that.”

She disappears into the kitchen, returning with a warm wet cloth. Seating Robert back on the couch she submissively sits at his feet and proceeds to attentively clean his cock, gently wiping all traces of their mixed cum from his cock and balls. As she continues to minister to every last trace Robert can’t believe he’s getting aroused again. He yelps as she pulls his semi-ridged dick back into her mouth. Very lightly she sucks him totally clean, pulls him from her mouth and smiles up at him again.

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I was like any other usual day. I was sitting at my desk totally immersed in a computer task when the phone rang loudly.

“Hello,” I answered quickly and dazed. The phone seemed to be still ringing in my ears. I rarely received calls during the day so it was a complete surprise for someone to call.

“Hello, how are you?” Barb’s familiar soft-spoken voice asked. Her voice calmed me a bit but the ringing was still echoing in my brain. I relaxed a bit more and replied.

“You scared me half to death.”

“I’m sorry,” she said speaking in a quieter voice.

“I’m ok now,” I reassured her

“Guess what?”

“I’m in suspense, so tell me.” I replied in a joking tone but still a bit tense.

“I bought a house. I hope to move in soon.”

“Hey that’s great, so you won the lottery?”

“Close enough. I got my divorce settlement I feel rich and free again.”

“Wow, so what are you going to do with the money you got?” I grinned as I looked out the window and noticed an attractive blonde postal delivery lady walk by the open window who hesitated for a moment waved a hello, smiled and she continued on her way to my mailbox outside. Waving back with the phone on my ear I continued listening to Barb.

“$55,000 feels like a lot for me, ” Barb replied.

“I am glad for you,” I replied with a happy tone.

“I wanted to ask you. Would you be willing to help me move in to my new place? I’ll treat you to a dinner and a movie.”

“Hey, dinner sounds nice and a movie sounds like a great idea. It will give us a chance to catch up on things. Just don’t expect me to be easy since you have become rich.”

“What if I throw in some popcorn?”

“Ok, you got me,” I replied jokingly.

“Hey that’s great. It will probably take all day since it’s just the two of us. I have quite a few things to move. Furniture and some large items I just can’t do on my own. You can always stay over at my new place if you like.” This could be interesting, I thought. I hadn’t heard from Barb in months and now she calls me up from out of the blue having not heard from her in months and asks me to help her out, the hook a free dinner. It had always worked on me in the past and now it seemed was no different. I could never say no to her requests and I think even she kind of knew that. Since we had met we have always had a good casual friendship but not a close one. Over the many years we had been friends I always had a crush on her and I think she knew that. I felt, if she wanted me to be closer she knew I could easily fall in love with her. She always had other men in her life but they had come and gone. Something in the back of my mind was wondering if she wanted to change our loose relationship. It must have been 6 months since I had heard from her. Maybe she just wanted to rekindle our loose friendship. That would be nice I thought.

We were two different personalities. Barb had always been a good friend but I sort of disliked her over confident attitude. I had always been less than open in my feelings towards her in fear that she would not return them as I sort of had a fear of rejection, especially from her. My feelings for her were deep and strong as Barb was very attractive, very confident of herself and self-assured and I was not. I always had fantasies about her but I wasn’t sure if she would ever consider me as an intimate partner, as I always tended to be too shy and reserved for her but there was a side of me that could change, if given the right persuasions.

I had known Barb about fifteen years and even today with the both of us in our late thirties she would continue to show her casual but flirtatious side of herself. There were also other times she could show herself to be very self-confident and a sexy looking businesswoman but even other times that she could be a quiet and vulnerable. She would always display her feelings openly whenever we were alone together at her place.

Barb was very beautiful and attractive. She had a slender body with perky breasts and a nice cute ass. There were times that Barb would display her casual home lifestyle and be dressed in a dressing gown that would barely cover her. She would usually wait for me to arrive before getting ready to go out for an evening of dancing or a casual dinner. I would usually patiently wait and read something as she had a shower and got dressed before we went out. Barb would sometimes make it known to me that it was not a date but just a friendly get together. Was this for my sake or hers? I was never sure why. She knew and saw herself as sexy, today on the phone was no different it seemed.

I arrived the next day at Barb’s place at 8:30am as planned. A rented van was parked outside the front door with a plank resting from the van to the front door. I greeted her and walked throughout the house with her so she could show me what we had to do. Once a plan was made it was time to work. During the moving process throughout the day on several occasions Barb’s would brush Afyon Escort by me in very close quarters with either her breasts or ass in order to move around furniture or desks. Each time she looked at me smiling. I felt these occasions were deliberate. Of course I didn’t mind. If she was trying to make an impression on me it was working.

After spending four long hours moving furniture, tables and chairs and boxes into the van we finally got underway and headed for her new place up-Island. We cleaned, painted unpacked, and moved her things into a beautiful new blue green trimmed single story house. Things seemed to be winding down and then Barb announced she was going to take a bath in her new bathtub.

“Let’s take a break. I need to soak in a hot tub and relax. My arms and neck are killing me. Can we order a pizza and stay in and eat? There are some beers in the fridge,” she said as she disappeared into the bathroom. I was tired as well and wanted to go home, but I thought she might be offended if I left early. Hunting in the kitchen I found a phone under a pile of papers, ordered dinner and found a chair in the living room sat down and began watching TV.

I reminisced over the day’s events and thought about Barb’s temptations and wondered what our sleeping arrangements might be. There was only one bedroom and the other rooms were stuffed with boxes. Home was a four-hour drive and I didn’t have the energy for that. There was only one bed and a small two-person couch in front of the TV that would definitely be uncomfortable to sleep on. A plan rolled in my mind that we might watch TV together and after endure the long drive home. Sometimes, when we were alone at her old place, when she would take a shower she would sometimes leave the bathroom door ajar. I was convinced she did that to place the suggestion for me that she was available and naked behind that slightly open door. I then noticed that once again the bathroom door was of course ajar however, a little more open than usual. I could hear her moving about inside the bathtub. The water was splashing about rather loudly inside and I thought she maybe having difficulty getting used to the larger self-standing tub that came with the house. It was different from the smaller more modern ones these days.

Just then the doorbell rang. The pizza! Great I was starving. I opened the door, greeted the pizza boy and handed him twenty dollars which included a generous tip.

“Hey, thanks buddy! Have a nice night, ok,” the delivery boy replied as he turned and headed down the stairs to the street.

“Your welcome,” I generously replied.

Closing the door and with the hot pizza in hand I called to Barb,

“Pizza’s here. Should I put it in the oven to keep warm ’til your ready.”

“Ok, sure, I be out in a few minutes,” Barb voice echoed a reply.

Walking into the kitchen I placed the two cardboard boxes it into the oven and turned it on low. Returning back to the living room I sat down again and began to watch the TV program that was on. A few moments later I began to hear moaning coming from the bathroom loud enough to concern me that maybe she had slipped or hurt herself. I got up, moved closer to the door and peeked inside. Her eyes were closed her head lay back and the water splashed about in the tub. Barb’s wet shoulders glistened by the bare frosted bulb above her. Her head rested against the back of the bathtub tilted looking towards the door from where I was looking in from. I could imagine her supple breasts just under the water line and her hand down between her legs. I was becoming quite aroused and unknowingly brushed the door causing it to creak slightly. Barb’s eyes opened slowly and seemed not at all startled to see me standing at the door looking in on her. I was caught and frozen not knowing what to do or say.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” her soft voice said. Still in shock at being caught I looked down and away from her.

“I’ve been hoping you would come and peek in on me.”

“What, Really?” I replied sheepishly.

“My shoulders still feel stiff. Would you massage them for me,” she asked in such a cool, calm sultry voice? Amazed at seeing her beautiful slender naked shoulders, I graciously responded.

“Well, Ok. If you like.” I entered the bathroom, walked towards the tub and crouched down on my knees at the back of the bathtub. Barb’s long dark seductively beautiful hair flowed like a gentle waterfall over the backside of the tub. As my nervous, gentle hands began to massage her shoulders and neck she moaned, exhaled and completely relaxed under my hands. She was in utmost pleasure. I beheld her beautiful wet slender bare shoulders and lovely dark hair in front of me. As I glanced down I beheld her large wet breasts and submerged hair-trimmed pussy under the water line that made my cock grow hard. Her skin was warm, wet and supple. I continued massaging her neck and shoulders for a few minutes and then she then she opened her Afyon Escort Bayan eyes and asked me.

“Would you get into the tub with me?” For a second I thought she was joking and then she turned right around faced me and gazed into my eyes. I felt as if she could see right through me. I looked down and away briefly, her incredible beauty and confidence made me feel unworthy of her.

“Look at me,” she said. I looked back into her fiery green eyes, luscious lips, gorgeous face and incredibly beautiful body and smiled. “Stand up and turn around,” her stern voice commanded. For a moment I thought she was going to ask me to leave. I hesitated and waited for her to direct me. I felt her arms wrap around my waist and her fingers undid my belt and unzipped my pants. They fell to the floor with a thud. She then turned me around and looked up at me.

“What are you?” I asked being cut off in mid sentence.

“Just do what I tell you to do, please,” her stern, coy voice ordered. I stepped out from my pants and slid them aside. Her fingers began unbuttoning and removing my shirt. Not a word was said. Our eyes were fixed on each other as she disrobed me. My mind was racing with a wild idea of us making love in the bathtub. Why me I thought, why now? Excited but nervous I let her do what she wanted. She tossed my shirt aside to the floor. Then her fingers slide underneath the elastic band of my underwear and shivers ran up and down my spine with excitement. Gravity then took over and they fell to the floor exposing my manhood to her.

“Oh my! It looks so big and wonderful,” she exclaimed. “Get in the tub, we’re going to have some fun together.” Her eyes gleamed in excitement. I stepped into the tub behind her and sat down. My legs wrapped around her cute little ass and paralleled her legs in the tub. Her body was as lean and trim as I imagined it to be and I began to massage her neck and shoulders again.

“I hope that’s not the only reason you got in here?” She said sternly.

“I thought you wanted me to massage your shoulders?”

She took my hands pulled them around her waist and raised them to her breasts.

“Have you ever wanted to play with some of these?”

“Oh yes.” I whispered seductively into her ear.

Slowly and erotically I massaged her breasts and began kissing her neck. Exhaling she relaxed and laid her head back and pushed me back to lie in the tub. The hot bath water relaxed all my tense muscles except one, which was increasing in size and stiffness. My cock slid between her ass cheeks as she continued pushing herself back into the tub until she lay completely on top of me. My penis popped up from between her legs, which relieved the pain and pressure of her on top of it. As her head lay back on my shoulder, she pursed her lips and kissed my ear and whispered to me.

“I love you. I always have you know.” I looked into her beautiful green, seductive eyes and in that moment I wished it would last forever. I now knew what she really wanted from me all those years ago. My soul was melting and it wanted to boil with hers. I wanted her so much. Our lips touched and we kissed softly and passionately. We kissed for what felt like a blissful eternity. Each one lasted longer, harder and deeper. With each increasing moment our passions grew stronger for each other and was building to what would become such a most wonderful climax that only we could experience. I wanted each kiss to last forever. She whispered the words that filled my heart with life. The words I had always wanted to hear from her all of my life.

“I’ve wanted to make love to you for so long.”

As we kissed my hand slid slowly down her small tight belly and down to her waist searching for her womanhood to pleasure her. I felt a small patch hair and started fingering her clit and slowly penetrated her vagina with my finger. She moaned in delight as her head rested on my shoulder, her eyes opened and looked into mine.

“You’re making me feel incredible, but I want to show you how much I truly love you. ” She sat up, slid off and turned around and faced me. Pulling me up into a siting position she made room for herself to lie on her front. She then took my cock in her hands and began stroking it tortuously slowly. Looking up to me she seductively licked her lips, opened her mouth and slid her mouth completely over my cock. I never have had a woman do this to me before. I closed my eyes, relaxed my head over the back of the tub and completely relaxed as she did her magic on me. I was totally engulfed within the experience. Her lips moved slowly up and down on my shaft and her tongue cooled my burning red-hot tip. All my senses were on fire. I was totally and literally engulfed in the most wonderful feeling I had ever had. The hot water, her swirling tongue around the tip made my entire body tremble. I opened my eyes, looked down and saw her staring back up at me with her beautiful piercing green eyes. She continued sucking, her head Escort Afyon bobbed up and down on my rock hard and raging hot cock. Her nipples rubbed against my legs as her head moved up-and-down in rhythm. As she quickened the pace faster and faster my cock felt like piston pumping in and out of her mouth. My insides were ready to explode like a steam engine on overdrive.

“Stop or I’ll cum inside your mouth.”

Between each gulp and breath she responded, “I want… to… taste you…”

I looked up at the ceiling in utmost amazement and closed me eyes. I couldn’t believe it. Was this a dream or for real? It was hard for me to believe I was with her in the tub, like this. The woman of my fantasies was giving me the most incredible blow job of my life. She continued faster and faster, the pressure within ready to burst.

I squirmed underneath her expert hands and cat like raspy tongue on the tip of my cock. The most tremendous orgasm ripped my insides apart.

“Oh, Barb…Oh…”

Like a fire hose being turned I exploded full throttle into her mouth! She moaned in delight and swallowed my semen like a baby bird would eat from its mother’s mouth. She swallowed it all and continued licking and sucking for further drops of my semen.

Her green seductive eyes looked up at me and she said in such a soft, seductive, delicate voice no one could resist, “Pleasure me like that too? Please….”

We changed positions. Barb slid back into the tub with her back against the tub and spread her legs for me. I laid on my front with her beautiful wet, naked body before me. I took in everything of her including watching her finger herself in front of me. I looked up at her as she looked down at me.

“Eat me,” she said. “Eat me like a bowl of fruit and don’t stop even if I scream my head off.” Her pussy lips looked moist like a clamshell ready to be opened and suckled. I licked her fingers and brushed her hand away with my tongue. Her fingers combed through my hair as I began to lick her pussy with my tongue. She held my head down so I couldn’t pull up from her. She tasted as sweet as I had imagined and I continued to suckle her oyster shaped vagina until I slipped my tongue inside. I then heard the most beautiful sigh from her then she inhaled quivering.

“Oh my,” I heard her cry. I continued pleasuring her penetrating her vagina with my tongue. Her moaning became louder and I opened my eyes and looked up to see her looking down at me watching. Each time I sucked, licked and penetrated her vagina she just kept watching. I felt like I was on trial. This exhilarated me more to quicken my pace.

“Oh… Yes…!” She moaned. I continued pleasuring her. Suddenly she became hot, wet and creamy and she tasted like deliciously hot, salty caviar. Her gasps for breath became deeper and harder for her to make. She could hardly breath as she screamed out her words of utmost orgasmic ecstasy.

“Oh… Oh… Oh, yes! Yes…” My hands on her waist felt her stomach quiver and heave up and down as intense orgasms ripped through her innards. My tongue the object of her utmost pleasure slid in and out of her very slowly and torturously. I was like a cat licking milk out of her hole. For me it was the most delicious salty seafood dinner I had ever enjoyed. For her she was screaming, gushing, and heaving with each thrust of my tongue as it pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy.

“Stop! Please stop…. You’re killing me,” she screamed. I continued, but more quickly and deeper now. “Stop! Oh my, please stop.” She tried to pull me up and off her by pulling my hair but I stayed down on her and kept penetrating her faster and deeper with my tongue. Her bloodcurdling scream scared me half to death and was loud enough I thought that the neighbors would surely hear for miles around. Well, I thought to myself, she did say don’t stop even if she did scream. Her legs closed in on my head and ears. Her thighs began squeezing hard as if she was trying to kill me to stop. I pulled my tongue out from her hole, licked her sweetness off her clitoris and kept licking her orgasmic juices that flowed like a salty waterfall from her hole. Orgasms ripped through her insides in waves without me. She opened her legs and I looked up at her. Her head was laid back, eyes closed and was gasping for air.

“Did I hear, keep going?”

“Oh no… please stop! You’re killing me.” I stopped and waited for her to catch her breath. A moment or two later she took me by surprise and slid into the tub towards me and with enough force that I ended up on top of her in one fell swoop. The quarter-filled tub of water went with her as she slid down underneath me. In the process half the water soaked the floor. She shrieked and gagged in surprise when the water came rushing back over her head. She tried to sit up but couldn’t as I was still on top of her. Her head was underwater for a second or two as she gasped for air. I slid quickly off from on top of her and pulled her up to a sitting position in front of me and held her in my arms. Steadying her she coughed and sputtered trying to regain her breath and looked at me.

“You ok?” I asked looking into her blinking, tearing eyes. She quickly wrapped her legs around my waist to further steady herself.

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A Big Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing prowess in making this story a better read.

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Chapter 1

I was a private investigator. I’ve had my own agency for the last twelve years. I started out as a police office and let them teach me the ropes. Then after a couple of years I decided to become my own boss. I usually only took one or two cases at a time depending on what I needed to do. I made a great living at it and made my own hours.

I was thirty-eight years old and had been divorced for a year. I was only married for less than six months. I dated a lot of women in my life. I never had any trouble finding dates. A decent looking male, financially stable and a good future; that is what a lot of women were looking for! My ex-wife was close to my age; a nice looking woman who was a pretty good sex partner. We dated on and off for about a year when she convinced me to take her to Las Vegas and we were married. I don’t know why I did it. I liked Margaret well enough but I can’t really say I loved her. I guess I decided it was about time to settle down.

We moved into my condo. It had all the trimmings: pool, sauna, hot tub, fireplace. It was a really nice place. Margaret lived in an apartment and was a beautician working in a small establishment. I know she wanted to have her own salon. That was probably why she wanted to get married; for me to buy her it for her.

After about a month I got her that little business. It was a nice four chair salon. She hired two friends of hers and she of course was the owner. I didn’t pay much attention to her business but I guess she was doing well.

One Saturday she said, “I’ve got a couple of appointments and will be home later.”

I told her, “Fine. I have a case I’m working on and will be gone most of the day myself.”

I was a few blocks from her salon and had to take a piss. I figured I’d stop by her place and use the restroom. When I got there, the sign in the window said closed. I figured she was done early and went home. That was alright because I had my own key so I unlocked the door and headed for the restroom when I heard sounds coming from the office. I knew what the sounds were, being a private investigator. What I didn’t know was who was in the office. I slowly walked up to the door. I felt the door knob and could tell it wasn’t locked. I took out my gun that I always wore in my belt behind my back. I quickly opened the door and there was my wife of a few months with her skirt up to her waist and sitting on the lap of a very hard cock.

I know I startled them. Margaret screamed and yelled “Dan!” – that was me. That was all she could get out before her lover pushed her off his hard cock. He was about to get up off her couch when I pistol whipped him one time, bruising and scratching his cheek.

I said to him, “Get up and get the fuck out. The next time I see you, you’ll be a dead man.

He was pulling up his pants and scurrying out the door as fast as he could move.

Margaret was crying and said, “It wasn’t what it seemed.”

I told her, “Shut the fuck up. You’re supposed to be my wife and you were fucking another man. That’s what it looked like and that’s what it was. Our marriage is over. You’ve got two hours to go to the condo and get your things. You can leave your key on the kitchen table. If your stuff is still in my condo when I get home, it will be thrown out onto the pavement.” Then I turned around and walked out.

I stopped by my buddy’s house. He was a lawyer and I knew he didn’t work Saturdays. He answered the door and invited me in. I told him I wanted a divorce as soon as possible because I caught Margaret fucking a guy not fifteen minutes ago in the salon.

I mentioned that she could have her damn salon. That’s probably why she married me. I had no use for it. That was all she was getting. If she wanted to fight the settlement, so be it, I had a prenuptial agreement and she would lose the salon if she fought the divorce.

Roger, my lawyer, called my house. Margaret was there packing her things and according to Roger crying while she talked. He told her about the agreement and she said she would agree to it. He could send any communications to the salon. She didn’t know where she was going to live yet.

The divorce flew through which I figured it would. Roger said he found out the guy she was with was her old boyfriend before me. They had gotten back together after the divorce. That was the last I saw of either one of them.

I was the single guy again which was alright with me. I was working on another cheating wife case and had to stay at the Ramada Inn. I was keeping tabs on my client’s wife. It was a pretty standard case where she tells her husband she had to take a trip with her boss and of course they had a joint room at the motel. I had found out which room they were in and set up two surveillance cameras in the room. I had a lot of friends out there in businesses such as the motel employees and paid them Afyon Escort well. So all I had to do was wait till the next morning and retrieve my tapes.

As I was sitting at a booth in the lounge having a drink, a young beautiful lady dressed like a hooker came up to me and asked if I wanted some company. I couldn’t believe someone this nice had to hustle her ass. As I was about to say, “No, thanks, honey,” the manager came up to her to tell her there was no solicitation allowed in this establishment.

I quickly stood up and asked, “Where have you been? You’re a half hour late.”

The manager quickly apologized and walked away. I don’t think he believed me but who cares. I asked the young lady to sit down. I could tell she was extremely nervous.

She first thanked me for protecting her the way I did. She was new at this and wasn’t sure exactly what to do.

I sat back and asked her name. She said, “Dolly, Dolly Wison..”

I said, “Now tell me your real name.”

She raised her head and replied, “Peggy Sue Williams.” Then she asked me if I wanted her services and, if not, she would have to leave. She said she needed to make some money.

I asked her if she had a pimp or was on drugs or something. She shouldn’t be out trying to sell herself.

She had tears in her eyes, “I don’t have any pimp and I’ve never taken drugs. I need the money for my daughter. So please, if you don’t want anything let me go so I can make some money.”

Now I was fascinated with this young girl. There’s no way she should be selling herself. She was so timid she would be taken over by a pimp or end up dead. “Okay, Peggy Sue, how much for all night?”

She looked up at me startled. She had no idea what to charge. “Would you come up to my room for the night for three hundred dollars, Peggy?”

“Um, I guess so. What do I have to do for three hundred dollars?”

“Talk to me, Peggy. That’s it. You just have to talk to me.” I reached into my wallet and pulled out three one hundred dollar bills and set them on the table then stood up.”

Peggy picked up the money and followed me to the elevator. We didn’t talk at all until we got to my room. I unlocked the door and opened it for her to walk in. She looked nervous but went in. I followed and closed the door behind me. She slowly undid the top two buttons on her blouse.

I stopped her and said, “That isn’t necessary. Please just sit down either on the bed or over on the couch.

She chose the couch and I pulled up a chair next to her. She looked at me and said, “I don’t understand. You paid me three hundred dollars to come to your room. What is it that you want from me? Are you a cop?”

“I’m a private investigator, Peggy.”

“Oh, my, God, are going to arrest me?”

“No, Peggy, I’m a private investigator, not a detective or a cop. I want to help you if you will let me. I was a cop at one time and if I was still one I would have had to arrest you tonight.”

“I don’t understand. Who are you and why would you want to help me?”

“Listen, Peggy, my name is Dan Gray. You can call me Dan or DG. You seem like you are having some problems and I for some reason am worried about you. If you’ll talk to me I’ll see if there is any way I can help you. I don’t think you are a prostitute and don’t think you really want to be one. You have to trust me and talk with me. Are you willing to do that?”

“I don’t know why you want to help me. No one has ever helped me. They always wanted something in return. I just need to make some money to help my daughter. We’ve lost our insurance and she needs some medical help.”

“Whoa, Peggy, back up a little. Let’s begin with this prostitution gig. How long have you been at it? My guess is not very long.”

Peggy burst out in tears. “This was my first night and you’re my second trick. I need money for my daughter’s medical expenses.”

“I understand you needing the money for your daughter. I get that. I want to know about your first trick and why you approached me tonight.”

“Well, I was on the corner like you see in the movies and a guy came by and asked if I would give him a hand job for twenty dollars so I said yes. He pulled around the corner and I masturbated him. He told me I looked more like the hotel type girls instead of a streetwalker so I decided to come inside the motel and look around. I saw you sitting by yourself and approached you. That’s it.”

“Damn, Peggy, you could have gotten arrested or beaten up or even killed. What were you thinking? Where would your daughter be then?” She started the crying again. I really felt sorry for her but simply giving her some money wasn’t going to solve her problems.

“So, Peggy, you are saying this is the first and only time you prostituted yourself? You have to tell me the truth if I’m to help you. Tell me about yourself. I promise I won’t judge you. I really want to see if I can’t help in some way. Why don’t you start from the beginning and tell me about your family and Afyon Escort Bayan work your way up to the present?”

Peggy said it was the first and only time she tried being a hooker. Then she began her story about her life.

“When I was about seven years old, I was made a ward of the state. My parents, both mom and dad, were taken away by the police. My case worker told me they were cocaine dealers. I had no idea what that was. After all I was just a kid. When I got older different foster parents tried to explain it to me. To the best of my knowledge my parents went to prison. I have never heard from them since but one foster parent said that my dad was killed while in prison. I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

“I went from one foster home to another. Some of the people were really nice and others treated me with disgust. I really don’t know why. I guess they thought I was going to be a drug addict or something seeing my parents were. I did decent in school considering all the moving around. I never had many friends. Once their parents found out about my parents they told their kids not to hang out with me. It was really rough on me. I didn’t do anything wrong. I guess it was called the sins of the parents or something.”

“As I got older I tried to adjust to each family. I never got close to them because as soon as I did, I was shipped out to someone else. I didn’t like the last family I was with when I was seventeen. I just had to stick it out till graduation. I met a boy at school named Tim Addy. I guess you could say he was my boyfriend. Right after graduation I turned eighteen and I ran away with Tim and we rented a trailer. I started at a community college and worked at a store. Tim got a job in a local factory. Then I got pregnant.”

“Tim said he was too young to be a dad and I should get an abortion or he would leave me. You have to understand that I never had anyone. I wasn’t about to give up my baby. So Tim left us. I kept working as long as I could until the baby came. A girlfriend I met at the market moved in with us and helped pay the rent and food. I had to quit school after Trina – that’s my baby – was born. Believe it or not I was able to get a job at the local bank. I did bookkeeping for them. It was a decent job and gave Trina and me both insurance. I still had some medical bills to pay from the pregnancy before I had insurance but the hospital let me make monthly payments.”

“That’s the way it’s been for the last three plus years. Sue, my roommate, and I both kind of take care of Trina. I worked during the day and Sue watched Trina for me. Then I stayed home with Trina at night. I think Trina developed asthma. The doctors prescribed medication for her.”

“About three months ago the bank said they were laying off employees. I was on the list. After I got laid off I went looking for another job. I had to have insurance because of Trina. I was getting unemployment but my insurance stopped. I couldn’t find another job like I had at the bank because I never finished college. I was getting desperate. Trina was getting sicker and I had no way to pay for it. I was scared and worried about my daughter. I didn’t go to children’s services because I remember my life and was afraid they might take Trina from me. She is all that I have.

“The medical bills were mounting and I had to do something. So one day I just looked in the mirror and said to myself, ‘You don’t look so bad. Maybe someone will pay to sleep with you.’ I had to do it for my daughter. Once I got dressed I was scared to death. So out the door I went. That’s all I can tell you.” She started crying again.

“Don’t cry, Peg. Everything is going to work out. Are you hungry? Have you eaten lately?” She shook her head ‘No’ so I called room service and ordered up a couple of sandwiches and a couple of salads. I asked her if she wanted something to drink and she said pop would be fine. So I got her a soda and ordered a couple of beers for myself.”

While we were waiting for room service I flipped on the television to watch a little of the news while I continued to talk to Peggy. She told me she was twenty-three and her daughter Trina was four years old.

While watching the news, they talked about a special outstanding citizen award being given to a Harold Beatty for his contributions to many charities. I looked over at Peggy and watched her face grimace. It was a reflex reaction. She didn’t say anything.

I turned off the TV when there was a knock on the door. It was my friend Rob, a hotel employee bringing up our food. I asked him how everything was going next door and he laughed saying he heard a lot of moaning and groaning going on. I reminded him to call me in the morning before the room was cleaned. He said, “Yes, sir” as I gave him a large tip for bringing our food.

Peggy asked me what that was all about so I told her the truth. I was running surveillance for a client and needed to complete my work first thing in the morning. It was getting Escort Afyon late and I asked Peggy if she wanted to spend the night. I didn’t want to send her out this late at night. I told her she could have the bed and I would take the couch which turned into a bed. She asked if she could call her friend Sue and make sure Trina was alright.

I could hear her on the phone. Sue said, “You did it, didn’t you”

Peggy said, “Kind of. I’ll tell you about it in the morning. Is Trina alright?”

Sue replied, “I gave her the medication and told her you would see her tomorrow and she went right to sleep. Are you going to sleep with the guy?”

“I said I’ll talk to you tomorrow, now good night,” I could almost hear her smile.

After we finished eating, Peggy went and cleaned up. While she was in the bathroom, I jotted down a few notes and names. I had to make sure Peggy was being honest with me if I was going to help her. When she came out of the bathroom, she had on one of my long tee shirts and asked if it was alright for her to wear it. I smiled and said the tee shirt never had it so good. The funny thing was it was true. I went in the bathroom and took a shower. When I came out, Peggy was fast asleep. She looked like an angel lying there sleeping. God, I hope she was telling me the truth. I really wanted to help her.

The next morning I got up early. Peggy was still fast asleep. I left her a big note that told her that she better still be there when I got back. I took off to a local Wal-Mart that was open twenty-four hours. I went into the ladies section and bought her a blouse, a pair of jeans, a package of bikini underwear and a pair of girl’s sneakers. Then I went to the cosmetic counter and bought her ‘White Diamonds’ cologne, and a tube of lipstick that I thought would look good on her. Then I remembered I forgot the bra and went back and picked that up also. I bought an overnight bag to put everything in and headed back to the motel.

As I opened the door I could hear her in the shower. She was actually singing. She had a nice voice. I could picture her sitting with her daughter and singing to her. I heard the shower stop and a minute or so later the bathroom door opened. I guess I scared her at first because she let out a little scream. She was standing there with a bath towel wrapped around her. Damn, she looked sexy.

I handed her the overnight bag and she asked me what it was. I told her it was clothes because I wasn’t going to take her out to breakfast looking like a hooker. She took the bag and walked back into the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later smiling and asked me how I knew her sizes.

I told her when I went to the bathroom the night before, her clothes were all over the place. Her bra, panties and blouse from the night before all had size tags on them along with her shoes. I guessed at the jeans according to her skirt. The cologne and lipstick I picked because I liked them.

She thanked me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she asked me, “What happens now?”

I told her we would go to breakfast and then we had to come back to the room and as soon as I finished my business I would see she got home.

After returning from breakfast, I had to say I totally enjoyed her company. Dressed in jeans she could have passed for my daughter. She was one pretty girl and smelled great. She smiled at me all through breakfast. I went next door and retrieved my tapes. By the look of the room my client’s wife and her boss had an all nighter. I would take the tapes to my client later.

I asked Peggy if she had a car and drove to the motel the night before. She laughed and said her car was so old it would be a classic if it looked better and ran good. It was just an old rust bucket that helped her get around.

As we were getting ready to leave the room she offered me my three hundred dollars back. She said she never earned it.

I told her she did so. I offered her three hundred dollars if she would spend the night with me and all she had to do was talk and I told her she did plenty of that. Again with the tears in her eyes. She was a regular tear making machine.

We got into my Mercedes and I drove her home. She lived in a trailer court not too far from the heart of town. As I drove her home I asked her to promise me that she would never try the hooker scheme again. I gave her my card and told her to call me if she needed anything. Otherwise I would contact her in a couple of days and she should hold tight and everything would be alright.

As she was getting out she gave me a big hug and kissed me on the lips this time, thanking me over and over for helping her. Then there were the tears as she grabbed her overnight bag and went into the house.

I stopped by my office to make a couple of calls. I got hold of one of my contacts and told her to find out anything she could about a few names that I had. Peggy Sue Williams, Tim Addy and Harold Beatty, I wanted anything she can find at all. I asked her to please keep it under wraps and get back to me as soon as possible. Then I called my client and told him I had some tapes to give him confirming that his wife was having an affair and the tapes should be all the proof he needed. We set up a meeting for later that day.

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Since Jan’s phone call to her lawyer, we worked to make sure we were ready in case Greg decided to show up and try to find her. Ian had seen women who were determined before, but something that her lawyer had said had changed Jan, and Ian didn’t know if he liked the change. Still there were preparations to be made for a potentially unexpected and unwelcomed guest.

Ian showed Jan the various perimeter sensing devices set in a semi-circle at the base of the cliff and about 100 yards from the house. He also showed Jan how his entire house was designed to blend in with the cliff so as to be virtually invisible to the casual eye. The two rifles and a shotgun came out and were loaded before being placed at strategic spots around the house with extra ammunition on hand.

For the entire day, Ian walked around with his cock pointing the way since Jan was in no way inclined to cover her luscious body. In the early afternoon, just after lunch, as Ian sat in his favorite chair, Jan came over and sat in his lap making sure to line his hard cock up with her gaping pussy. As his dick slowly entered the heavenly warmth and moisture of Jan’s cunt, Ian moaned his appreciation. He pulled Jan’s head to him and almost savagely kissed her sinking his tongue deep within her willing mouth. Her tongue fought back and soon entered his mouth, exploring almost all the way to his throat.

Jan wiggled her little butt with its flaming red pubic hair against Ian’s pubic bone causing him to hump up at her demanding hole. She giggled as she felt his prick getting still harder in her warm cave of delights. Then she started a slow easy movement as Ian sucked first one and then the other of her nipples into his mouth where both is teeth and his tongue paid homage. She moaned her appreciation as her slickened cunt walls slipped up and down on Ian’s spear. She ground her cunt harder and harder into Ian’s lap and, giving a little cry of delight, she came all over his cock and balls. The little shudders and tremors that rippled through her body were enough to push Ian over the edge and he filled her honey pot with some hot sperm-ladened cream.

As they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, one of the perimeter alarms softly went off. Ian almost threw Jan off his lap in his haste to silence the low buzzing sound and check where the sensor was located. The location was almost where he had found Jan the day before. Then the two of them hurriedly went up to the upper level and looked out the small window in the direction of the sensor.

“Is that Greg?”

“Yes. Damn it! I was really hoping he wouldn’t come. I didn’t really want to believe he’d do that to me. Well, now I know. What are we going to do?”

“Nothing. I’m going to silence the rest of the alarms and as long as Greg doesn’t find the house and try to get in, we are safest doing nothing at all. He’s not too likely to find anything that looks like a place you could hide. What bothers me is that he came back here looking for you.”

“But I can’t hide here forever. I have a life to live, Ian, and I can’t lead it trapped in some cave in the side of a mountain. I think Greg came back here because this is where he dumped me.”

“You may be right about the reason Greg came back here. And, I know you can’t hide here, Jan. I was… Well, never mind what I was.”

“You were what?”

“Just a dream I had last night after we made love. It doesn’t really matter.”

“Of course it matters. Dreams are a doorway to the soul, aren’t they?”

“Jan, let’s not go down that road right now, OK?”

“What the fuck is he doing, Ian?”

“Looks like he found some of my footprints. But, relax. Everything for fifty yards around the front of the house is solid rock and he won’t be able to follow my footprints for long.”

They watched Greg blunder around the rock garden that was Ian’s front yard, never coming within twenty yards of Ian’s cave home.

After thirty minutes of fruitless wandering, Greg sat down on a rock and put his head in his hands. He was obviously worried about something. After a few more minutes, he took out a cell phone, turned away from the cave and made a call. While they couldn’t hear what was being said, it became obvious from his movements that Greg was getting very angry over something that he was being told. When he hung up, he acted as if he were going to throw the cell phone over the side of the mountain, but stopped and made another phone call. This time he looked as if he were giving somebody orders as he faced the cave’s windows.

“I wish I could read lips.”

“I can, Ian, and that bastard just took out a contract on me for $25,000.” Jan seemed outwardly calm even though her emotions were being taken for a roller coaster ride. “I guess I can scratch one boyfriend.”

“From the way it’s beginning to look, he’s only after your money.”

“Yes, and that’s what hurts the most. If he had waited a little while longer, I was ready to set a date to marry the son of a bitch.”

Ian and Jan watched Greg picked up some of the stuff he had brought Afyon Escort with him, leaving trash and an empty drink bottle behind to litter Ian’s front yard. He left the way he had come, not knowing that he had been within twenty yards of his prey.

Suddenly Jan broke into tears and leaned her naked body against Ian. As Ian put his arms around her and drew her closer, he could feel her hard nipples pressing against his chest. His hands caressed her back and she responded by wrapping her arms around his waist. As Ian looked down, Jan looked up and their mouths met in a frenzied duel that lasted long moments until their mouths parted and they started to peck at each other with their lips.

“Ian, I want to be fucked. I don’t want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me hard and fast until I scream.”

“If that’s what the lady wants, then I will be more than willing to fuck the shit out of her.” Ian grabbed her and almost threw her down on the floor. His body landed on top of her and without any tenderness, he stabbed her cunt with his cock causing her to gasp in pain as his fleshy spear impaled her. She was only lightly lubed by her fluids and he was in pain himself as he entered her a second and third time. Her body responded by secreting the fluids that would make the copulation easier to achieve and Ian picked up the pace brutally pressing her into the carpet.

At this pace he knew he wasn’t going to last long. His cock strokes were savagely hard and fast like a well greased piston pounding her into the floor. She moaned, she gasped, and she panted, but she never did scream. Ian increased the force and speed even more despite the feeling that his cock was being rubbed raw by her cunt. Then she screamed and Ian flooded her cunt with is hot creamy lifegiving sperm. Panting, he collapsed on top of her. With his sides heaving he rolled onto the floor next to her shuddering body, still climaxing without a cock or her fingers inside her.

“My God, Ian, that was good.” Jan panted. “Sometimes I just want a good hard fuck to clear my head and set things in perspective, you know?”

“Well, I’ll be happy to oblige any time you want, but I really prefer a gentle lovemaking over an animalistic fuck. Animals can do what I just did to you. I want to put a little bit more of effort into making the woman feel wanted and loved, not just fucked like a rag doll.”

“I know. I also know that this sounds crazy, Ian, but I’m beginning to fall in love with you.”

“Jan, I’m no prize. I’ve been around the block more times than I care to count. When I was younger, I didn’t care how I got my rocks off. Hard or gentle didn’t matter as long as I shot my load into a willing pussy. But, with you, I don’t like the hard stuff. I want to love you and protect you from harm. I guess I’m falling for you, too.”

They picked themselves off the floor and Jan reached for the phone. For an hour she talked with her lawyer in Atlanta and afterwards had a look of complete satisfaction on her face.

“Ian, how can I get to Atlanta?”

“Well, you can walk to Bristol up in Virgina and take a bus or walk an additional ten miles or so to the airport and take an airplane.”

“Isn’t there any other way?”

“yep. I’m just not sure if I want to do it.”

“What’s that?”

“Well about a hundred yards from here I have a garage hewn out of this same cliff and I have an MG stashed in that garage. The driveway is over some hard rocks, but it doesn’t leave tire prints and the MG is gassed up and ready to go.”

“Why don’t you want to do it?”

“Jan, I don’t know how to say this. I know we just met the a very short time ago, but I either really like somebody or really hate them. You I really like and I don’t want to lose you in a big city like Atlanta.”

“Ian, that’s sweet, but until Greg is put behind bars, I really can’t stay with you. Maybe afterwards I could, but not until he is in jail. I can’t be looking over my shoulder waiting for him to try to kill me again.”

“I know all that. Well, let me know when you want to leave and I’ll get the MG out of the garage.”

“Just let me get a few clothes on.”

“Yeah, I guess I better get some on, too.”

Ian and Jan were on the road within five minutes, but they did not stop in Bristol. They picked up the interstate and drove through to her home in Atlanta getting there after dark. After parking the car, Jan walked up to the front door and rummaged around the flower pot until she came up with the key to the door lock. She let them inside and then turned on the foyer light after closing the door.

Ian was speechless. He had never seen such luxury as he was looking at just then. The foyer was almost as large as some rooms he had been in. Jan took his hand and tugged him along up the staricase to the second floor. She flung open the door to a bedroom and dragged Ian over to the bed.

“Ian, you’ve got too many clothes on.”

“Only as much as you do.” Ian started undoing the buttons on his shirt and felt Jan’s hands rubbing his chest Afyon Escort Bayan and his back as she pulled him into a deep passionate kiss.

“I want you to make love to me this time. No hurried fuck. Just some slow, sweet lovemaking.”

“Whatever the lady wants, is just what the lady will get” Ian responded as he watched her t-shirt climb over the twin mounds of her breasts, quickly joining his clothing on the floor. He fondled Jan’s breasts as he laid her back on the bed, slipping between her spread legs. His tongue slowly traced the outer limits of her pussy’s outer lips. His hands kneaded ther breasts and tweaked her nipples to full erection. When he had her moaning, his tongue dipped deep into her tasty honey pot and licked her pussy juices as they flowed from her inner body. Leaving the entrance to her cunt with his mouth, he slipped the fingers of one hand into her hot twat. His tongue dipped lower and penetrated her ass hole after fighting its way past the muscle guarding the entrance. Her hands pulled his head tighter against her crotch as her body shuddered through its first of many orgasms of the young evening.

As Ian lifted his head, she pulled him up and kissed him with a growing passion, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Then Jan pushed him back and lowered her head to his penis, sucking it deep inside her mouth and trying very hard to swallow his phallus whole. Now it was Ian’s turn to moan in pleasure. He warned her of his impending cum, but she merely added more suction to her efforts and drew several long, hard, hot blasts of semen from his body. After she had licked up every drop of cum from his now shrinking cock, she rolled over into his arms and kissed him once again.

“Are you ready to love my pussy now?”

“I thought I had.”

“I mean with that lovely prick of yours.”

“Well, if you can get it hard enough to penetrate, then I’m ready, not until.”

Jan sucked his cock back to life and lowered her hungry cunt down over it, feeling the cock penetrate all the way to her cervix. She hissed her appreciation as he bottomed out and started moving her hips in that age old dance of life. Ian didn’t have the urgency to cum and the slow love making took them both to the highest of highs before they exploded in and on each other. Then they merely rolled into each others arms and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep which ended only when the sun shone through the windows the following morning.

When Ian opened his eyes the next morning, he watched Jan put the finishing touches on her make up.

“How long have you been up?”

“About an hour. You were sleeping so well that I didn’t want to wake you. I have to leave to meet my lawyer and then we can take up where we left off last night, if you want to.”

“I want to do that very much.”

“Good. I’ll be back in a couple of hours or so. Kate can get you anything you need.”

“Kate?”

“Yes, my maid and cook.” Jan pushed a button on her dresser and a young girl in a pair of shorts and a printed blouse came to the door.

“Yes,ma’am?”

“Kate, can you get Ian some coffee and something to eat, please?”

“Yes, ma’am. How do you like your coffee, sir?”

“Black, no sugar. And please, the name is Ian, not sir.”

“Yes, sir. Would you like anything else, sir?”

Looking at her, Ian was tempted “yes, you”, but decided that Jan may not like his sense of humor so early in the morning. Kate turned on her heel and went out the door.

“Pretty girl.”

“Yes, she really is, isn’t she. She also helps me in other ways.”

“Such as?”

“Such as right now, I really don’t have time to explain. I’ll tell you later when I get back.” Ian found himself alone laying naked under the blankets of a nice large bed. Jan was leaving for her appointment. He closed his eyes as he heard Jan say something to Kate and opened them when Kate entered the room with his coffee.

Kate moved with a grace that one usually attributes to cats. Her movements seemed to make her slink across the floor with the coffee tray.

“She’s a lovely lady, Kate.”

“Yes, she really is lovely.”

The two of them watched through the balcony window, Kate at the window and Ian from under the covers in the bed as Jan got into her Jaguar and wheeled out of the circular drive.

“Well, now that she’s back, I have a lot to do, so if you’ll excuse me, sir.”

“Of course, but you can call me Ian if you like.”

“Whether I would like to or not, I won’t, sir. That isn’t my place and I just won’t do it.”

“OK.” He was already speaking to Kate’s back as she left the room. Ian began to guess in what other ways Kate may be helping Jan, but could not find it in himself to pass judgement, even if he had all the facts, which of course, he didn’t.

Ian got up and found clothes in a box at the foot of the bed with a note that said that they had been ordered last night and that Jan hoped they were the right size. He pulled the pants on and found that they fit just about perfectly. The shirt was Escort Afyon a bit large, but nothing that would cause any trouble. Sipping his hot black coffee, he left the bedroom and started wandering through the house.

The room across the hall turned out to be a library of sorts with all kinds of interesting books on the shelves. There was also a computer monitor sitting slightly off-center of the desk. Ian pulled up a chair, pput his coffee cup down, sat thinking for a long time while staring at the computer screen and then seemed to make up his mind. He sat at the computer keyboard and typed out a short note. When he had re-read the note and made a few minor corrections, he saved it to the hard drive. He then printed it and deleted the file that he had just created. He folded the note in half and scrawled Jan’s name on it before putting it in the center of the desk and walking out of the house. He climbed into the driver’s seat of his car and turned the ignition key. Within minutes, the house and Jan were in his past and he started whistling a sorrowful Scots ballad as he found his way back out the the interstate heading north.

The 1500 cc Triumph engine in the MG Midget purred mile after mile as he drove back to his cave. His note had thanked Jan for her hospitality and explained that he needed to get back to more familiar surroundings. In short, he said good-bye to somebody whose world he could never fit into without more pain than he wanted to give to the effort. The wind whipped through his hair as the miles rolled past under the wheels of his Midget.

When he got back to his cave home, he wandered around the place aimlessly for three days before drinking himself into a stupor and passing out on the floor in the living room. When he awoke, he drank himself back to sleep and slept this time on the couch instead of the floor. Ian was miserable and he knew why. He craved Jan’s hot pussy wrapped around his stiff cock and her soft, yet firm, tits pressing against his chest. In his mind, he must have fucked her eight days to Sunday before he passed out for the night just as the empty bottle hit the floor with a quiet thud.

On the morning of the third day, Ian decided that he had had enough of getting drunk, besides he was out of Scotch and that was the only alcoholic drink he kept in the house. He showered and started to change into fresh clothes when he decided that he was going to walk around his own house stark naked. He sat down in his favorite chair and picked up the novel he had been reading before Jan came into his life. After a while, he became immersed in the book and didn’t pay attention to the time. By suppertime he was famished and took out a steak to put on his built-in grill. He opened a bottle of Pinot Noir to let it breathe and built himself a salad, deciding that he had to make a Scotch run in the morning.

As Ian was pouring the wine, his driveway alarm went off. He looked up at the security monitor and saw Jan’s Jaguar pulling up to the garage entrance. A smile broke over his face as he opened the freezer for a second steak to grill. Then he reached for a second wine glass.

What Ian saw next startled him. Both doors of the Jaguar opened and first Jan and then Kate stepped out of the car. Both of them were completely naked except for their lovely smiles. Ian reached back and took out a third steak and retrieved another wine glass. He then went to the front door and opened it. When Jan and Kate had reached the door, they were each met with a glass of Pinot Noir.

“I was hoping you’d come. Come in, both of you are more than welcome.”

“Thank you, Ian. Kate has decided that she would like to become part of our household.”

“You obviously told her about the dress code.” Ian’s eyes ran up and down Kate’s compact five foot three inch body with 34B breasts jutting out from her chest. He noticed that she shaved her pussy and almost reached out to touch.

“Go ahead. Kate doesn’t bite. She told me how horny you had made her when you were at the house and how hard it was for her to walk away from the bedroom and your body.”

“Really? I thought she wasn’t interested.” Ian reached out and touched a very firm breast belonging to Kate’s fine body. His cock started its rise and Kate’s hand went down to stroke it, encouraging it to stiffen even more.

“I would love to oblige you right now, Kate, but I have three very nice steaks grilling and a salad in the making.”

“May I help with the salad?”

“Yes, Kate, you can, if you want to.”

“Thank you. I love salads and can do some amazing things with just a few ingredients.”

“She really can, Ian. Kate is one reason I have to watch what I eat.”

“Well, I don’t care how much you eat, you look good enough to eat! I’ve had a hankering for the taste of pussy.”

“Good. Kate and I can offer two very distinct vintages and I think you will like them both. Won’t he Kate.”

“You can bet your cock on it Ian. Jan and I are going to fuck you silly.”

“What happened with Greg? Isn’t he a threat to you anymore?”

“Oh, him. Seems he was killed in an automobile accident day before yesterday. Some mechanic failed to tighten his brake lines and he ran head-on into a tractor trailer rig on the interstate. He left me a fortune that he’d never told me about when he ‘married’ me.”

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We are sitting at the table in the dining hall, going over the description in the catalog of the different events that will be taking place that weekend at camp. One that stood out, but seemed impossible to do..was the objectification room. I figured though, that I’d go in as a voyeur and see what happened. It was to take place Saturday night, but I didn’t really give it much more thought.

Over the next few days…we kept hearing little things about it. Jokes about what people would like to do with the ‘objects’ in the objectification room. I still didn’t really have a clear idea of what the room was about. ‘Objectification’ means people are treated as objects. But, to me, that means tables, foot stools, chairs….even lamps. But, with the giggles that were attributed to that room, I started thinking that maybe I was wrong.

Friday morning, My husband mentioned to me after his shower that I should participate in the room. That it had always been a fantasy of mine and I should give it a thought.

What? I hadn’t even allowed myself to think about participating in something so……intense. Especially since it was our first experience of coming to an event like this.

But, I thought about it. I looked at the picture from last year, in the catalog. I read the description again. I asked Fyre. She had seen it last time and gave me some more details about it. I started becoming interested and more curious. Could I really do something like that? Of course not. It was too extreme. Even for me. It was for the swingers and the nympho’s.

The next day, I found myself at the workshop that explained everything that was going on that night. They saved the objectification room for last. Savoring the moment. I could tell that this was a favorite of the presenters of the workshop. Later I found out that they had created this idea of an objectification room.

And after I heard about all the details, I could see why they were savoring. Naughty, naughty, naughty. This was a dream come true.

Details – The objectification room has 5 beds in it. A veil is hanging from the roof and hanging over the beds in such a way that ½ of them are blocked from view. People will lay nude on the beds with just their lower halves exposed. There will be a sign on the veil that says what you can do to the object and what you can’t do to the object. At the voyeur side of the room, there will be a guard/monitor. This person will make sure that the people using the objects are using safer sex techniques: condoms, lube, gloves, dental dams, etc. There will also be a person behind the veil that will take care of the objects. The objects will have a bell that they can ring if they need anything and she will take care of them.

Well, there is one of my fears that is laid to rest. Safety. A fantasy of mine that I never thought I could live out because of details….is being offered.

I asked them if they still needed objects. She told me that a lot of people had expressed interest, but she wouldn’t know until 9:30pm. The room was due to open at 10pm.

I started asking around. I talked to My husband. At 7pm I started looking for the creators of the room to see if I could sign up as a back-up. They passed me around for a little bit and I almost chickened out. The told me how to make up my sign for the room, but wouldn’t give me any hints as to what to put on the sign. That frustrated me because I had no clue what to expect and they weren’t helping at all. I made the sign, turned it in, and waited. Right Afyon Escort before I was due to show up at 9:30, I sat on a set of steps and chatted with My husband. I asked him all the ‘what ifs’ that were running through my head.

What if he couldn’t handle me doing this? What if I couldn’t handle me doing this? What if I freaked out? What if I didn’t do it? And the big ‘what if’. What if no one played with me? We just rambled. Not really giving the ‘what ifs’ much power, just throwing them out of my head to be looked at.

I showed up at the cabin room at 9:30pm, thinking that the room would be full of volunteers and I may not have a chance to participate now that I’d made up my mind to go through with this. But no, I was the first one to arrive and she said that most others hadn’t shown up. So, my sign of ‘do’s and don’ts’ was hanging on the veil over bed number 3. She explained everything to me as I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the other objects to arrive. The butterflies began. Excited and nervous.

The next to arrive was a beautiful, tanned girl that would be on the bed next to me. She was nervous, thought no one would play with her. I told her she didn’t have anything to worry about. Then 2 guys showed up. Finally, the girl for bed 1 showed up. We stripped and laid down in the beds, dropping the veil so that we couldn’t see our lower halves.

It was beautiful on our side of the veil. It was dark but with xmas lights on the ceiling and walls. Very exotic feeling with the veil in front of our faces. We could see each other and chatted a little. It’s really hot to see the upper halves of yourself and 4 other people, knowing we are totally naked on the other side. Most of us were breathing hard and our eyes were starting to sparkle as the anticipation built.

What would happen to us? Would anyone show up? Would anyone be brave enough to use the objects? If so, how would we be used? I stared at the ceiling fan, knowing the girl next to me was going to get most of the ‘business’. She was beautiful. I just hoped that I would get played with at all. It would be really embarrassing to be left there alone.

The butterflies really started flapping when the announcer double checked with the monitors that the objects were ready for business. He walked out of the cabin and yelled over the banister of the porch that the objects and other rooms were open for business. I expected to hear feet running to the cabin, but didn’t hear anything. They must have done something to the door to make it quiet, because I hear the monitor telling someone about the rules of the room and the safety precautions that had to be taken. Everything was quiet. Then I see the tanned girl next to me suck in her breath. Someone was touching her. I watched as she moaned and shook and clamped her eyes shut. I could see a slight shadow through the veil. They were playing with her and she was enjoying it.

I then feel fingers on my thighs. They push my thighs open, roughly play with my lips, slide into my cunt hole. Ah, it’s My husband! Nice!!! He plays with me for a little longer, and then I hear the glove snap off and get thrown into the trash can. Oh, I was so hoping he was going to show people how slutty his slut could be. I loved how he made me feel.

I saw the faces of others as slowly, the each were played with. Then I felt fabric brush across my legs. Mmmmmmmmmm, how sensual!!! I wondered what else they had in mind. But, then it was gone. *sigh* I was slightly scared Afyon Escort Bayan when I first showed up, but now I’m watching everyone else get played with and I’m laying there.

Wow, tanned girl is getting ridden. Hard. There are at least 2 guys working her over. The guy on the end has been put on all 4’s. I’m not sure what is going on, but have a pretty good idea. The guy next to me, has peeked through the veil one too many times. They remove him. And the girl in bed 1 can’t take a breath they are using her so hard. I’m staring at the ceiling fan.

Again, I feel fingers on me. Light, questing fingers. Spreading my legs apart and brushing my mound. Squirting a handful of lube on me before even checking to see if I need any. The play for a little bit as I moan and twist, trying to get more of their fingers involved. But, instead, poof, they are gone too. Everyone else is still busy. The girl next to me is being ridden so hard that the monitor on our side of the veil has to sit on the edge of the girls bed because the bed rises up in the air from the pounding. I’m still laying there, staring at the fan. I decide that I’m going to count to 30 and if no one touches me, obviously I’m not the right type/size to be considered desirable. Maybe I should have left my skirt on after all, to cover my belly.

The tanned girl was used so continuously that she was worn out. She leaves the bed and cabin. I’m glad she had a great time, but now maybe people will see that they have to settle for me and give me a good time. I get to about 28, almost asleep at this point from staring at the fan above me. Finally, I feel fingers on me. More lube. More fingers. Spreading my lips apart. Fucking me with their fingers. Then climbing on top. I can feel the fire starting. I can’t remember if they told us if we were allowed to make noise or not, but it doesn’t matter because I can’t help myself. The person is on me, thighs spread, breathing heavy and moaning. I slides his cock into my pulsing pussy. Oh yes!!!! Ride me, show them you don’t judge by looks and because of that got the cream of the crop. He pounds hard and fast. And then explodes inside of me. Exactly how I dreamed of being used!!!! Not for my pleasure, but for theirs. (Just writing this makes me want to experience it again!) I hear him pull off the condom and throw it in the trash. I feel the wetness of the lube between my thighs. I want more!!! I want to be used again and again.

At about that time, I feel more lube being added. I feel fingers probing. The stroke my clit and pinch my lips. The fuck me with one finger and then two. Deep, wiggling their fingers. I’m twisting and turning. The monitor behind me grins when she sees my face. I hump the persons hand. I beg with my moaning. I feel their legs brush up against mine. The headfuck is amazing! I have no idea who this person is. I’ve just been fucked by someone else. I have no clue if this person touching me is male or female. I have no clue who is watching if anyone. I have no clue what their plans are. All I know is they are getting pleasure from using me. They fuck me deeper. They slide their hand up and down my slit. Spreading the wetness around. I was so hoping they were preparing to climb on. But, it didn’t seem that was the case. It felt like they wanted to make me cum. But, I didn’t want to cum. I moaned and writhed and panted. Then they leaned their crotch into my knee. I felt lace…either panties or an underskirt, but definitely lace. And then a bio cock Escort Afyon under the lace. It was a guy wearing panties and getting off on playing with my pussy and pressing his hard cock against my knee. I rubbed my knee against his lace covered cock as he played harder and harder with my cunt. The monitor asked if I needed a glass of water. Oh no, don’t interrupt me now!!!! I could feel the orgasm building. I so didn’t want to cum and did my best to hold off. But, this man was determined. So, I let my body relax, gave up trying to control it and let go. The orgasm was amazing!!! The guy climbed off and I heard him pull off the glove and walk away.

I barely have time to catch my breath again before someone else is fingering me. They play and play, but there is no way I can cum again. I’m loud and moaning. But, thinking about leaving the room. Once I cum, I’m usually done. But, I figured I’d play a little longer.

A pause. A breather. Then a male voice. ‘Ah, this one looks like she’d be fun to play with. Ummmmmmm, look at that cunt.’ Rough hands grab me and spread my legs apart. Fingers dive inside and pound me for a secone. ‘Mnnnnn, wet and juicy like a good cunt.’

Then, I hear a girl whisper. He tells her to kneel at the end of the bed and reach in and see how wet I am. She does so and I hear more whispering as she gently touches me. I move a leg so that she can get a better reach. He makes a comment about how ready I am and how much of a slut I must be. He holds the leg in the air as she pokes and prods. He tells her that since I have a large pussy, that I can probably take more than her little finger. I feel 2 fingers and then 3. They are twisting and turning. I’m on fire. She pulls out her hand. Oh man, don’t tell me she’s done!!! I spread my legs wider. Physically begging. Showing how willing I am.

Then, I hear him giving her directions on how to fold her fingers so that she can get them all in me. They are whispering, but when you can’t see anything your other senses become more sensitive. I feel her again. But, he brushes her fingers aside and grabs my pussy. ‘I bet you like it rough don’t you?’, he demands. I can’t help but answer. ‘Yessssssss.’.

‘Ah, it has a voice, ‘ he snickers. I can tell I’ve pleased him.

She works on my pussy again. One finger, two, three and then four. She has a smaller hand than he does so is able to slide in without too much trouble. Then I feel her thumb slide it. I feel electric shocks shoot up and down my body, from clit to nipples. She starts fisting me. Oh how I wish I could cum for them. I ride her fist. I’m sweating and moaning and begging for more. She gives me all she can. I get so close to the edge but just can’t fall over it. She pounds and he pinches my clit, still talking to the girl about the object she is playing with. I can tell he’s excited by the whole situation.

He then tells her it’s time to move on and she slowly pulls out. I start crying a little. I hear the glove come off and tossed into the can. They move on. I pull my legs out from that side of the veil and sit on my side of the veil. Can I take any more? I’m shaking. No, it’s time for me to find My husband.

I shakily get dressed and the monitor gets me a cup of water.

Then I hear, ‘hey, what happened to number 3?’. Part of me wanted to strip and slide back under the veil, but the other part of me knew I was worn out and it was time to spend the rest of the evening with my husband.

Once we find each other, he takes me into the orgy room. He walks me around the room and then finds a clear mattress. But, instead of letting me lay on it, he bends me over so that my hands are on the mattress and my ass in the air. His cock is super hard and he takes me from behind. Slamming into me. Treating me like his slut.

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Working on Christmas Eve was bad; working a double on Christmas Eve pretty much sucked. The steakhouse where Carmen bussed tables rotated the holiday shifts, and everybody worked at least one of the four major ones (Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Eve, New Years Eve, and Valentine’s Day); in fact, this was the only holiday Carmen had pulled this year.

The one big advantage to working Christmas Eve is that staffing was slim; there was never enough wait staff, so Carmen got to serve and bus, which meant she drew a significantly larger proportion of tips. That almost made up for the fact that three of the people that were supposed to work the second shift called in “sick.” Luckily, they planned to shut the doors at 7:00 PM, which would ensure that they would be empty by 8:30 PM.

Of course, this was also the first time that Carmen had been designated M.O.D. – Manager of the Day – which meant that she was the last one who could leave. Normally, the manager never would have let someone who normally busses be in charge, but the alternative was dragging his lazy ass in on Christmas Eve to close, and he had rationalized that there was probably not going to be a whole lot of business anyway. Besides, there had been a lot of grumbling lately about the fact that none of the Spanish speaking staff had any responsibility, so this was an opportunity for the restaurant to show how “enlightened” it was.

By the time Carmen prepared the bank bag and tossed it in the safe, it was 9:30 PM. Exhausted, she dropped into the chair behind the manager’s desk, kicked off her shoes, and stretched her aching legs out across the top of the desk. She sighed; Hector was probably already well on his way to being sauced. She’d heard that it might even sleet – the closest they’d get to a white Christmas – so the walk home from the bus stop would be just miserable. Merry Fucking Christmas.

She hadn’t realized that she’d drifted off until the sound of a heavy thud out in the main dining area startled her awake. She rose, disoriented, and crept over to the door that opened out onto the dining room. Peering out into what she hoped was a deserted room, she took a quick inventory. Everything looked like it was where it belonged, so she pushed the door open wider and stepped out, glancing from side to side. Nothing out of the ordinary presented itself.

She realized that she’d been holding her breath and let it out. Something had probably blown against the wall outside, or maybe a chair shifted; whatever it was, it looked like she’d gotten worked up unnecessarily. She walked deeper into the room, her confidence increasing with each step. By the time she’d reached the center of the room, she was convinced that she’d overreacted.

The chuckle came from directly behind her, deep, rich, enveloping. In another setting, she would have been totally taken by it, but all alone in the restaurant it made her blood run cold. Its owner close enough to warm her ear with his breath, and her body went rigid with fear.

“Who the fuck’s there?” she asked quietly, straining to keep the telltale tremor of fear out of her voice. When she was nervous or excited her accent became more pronounced.

“Such language!” the voice admonished, chuckling again. “I guess won’t have any trouble at all telling who’s naughty and who’s nice.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and her heart dropped out of her chest and into her stomach.

“Do something!” her mind screamed. “Don’t be a victim!”

She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and swung her balled fist back as hard as she could manage. Without waiting to complete her swing she catapulted forward, diving under the nearest table and scrambling upright on the other side.

Dumbfounded, she observed Afyon Escort that the space where she’d just been standing was empty, but further back – a good ten feet or so back – stood a very large (hell, fat) old white guy dressed like Santa. And the fucker was smiling and wagging a finger at her!

“One sure way to end up with a stocking full of coal is to whack ol’ Santa in the nuts.”

Fucking great, she thought. I’m trapped in here with a goddamn crazy.

“Look Mr., I don’t want any trouble…”

“Santa,” he corrected politely.

“Sure…Santa,” she agreed, backing away slowly. Her mind was racing; if she screamed, no one would probably hear her, but if she could get to the phone on the back wall…

“So if you’re Santa, where are your elves?” she asked, trying to keep him distracted.

The man giggled. “Elves never leave the workshop, silly. Everybody knows that!”

Carmen smiled, humoring him. “Sure – never leave the North…oh!”

Her back struck the wall. Whipping around, she reached for the telephone on the wall and grabbed the receiver. Her face went pale; the line was dead. She turned and looked at the man, her horror apparent. The gaze he returned was filled with joy and merriment.

“Come, come now, don’t fret so. Why don’t you just come over here and tell me what you want for Christmas?” he asked congenially.

“If I believed in Santa, I’d ask him for a gun so that I could blow a hole in any creepy motherfucker that cornered me after work,” she spat.

For the first time his eyes lost some of the laughter. “‘If’ Carmen? Have I hurt you that bad?”

Carmen’s bravado wavered. How the hell did this nutjob know her name?

“Oh, I know quite a bit about you,” he answered, as if reading her mind. “I’ve known you most of your life; ever since you were a little girl.”

She snorted. “Man, Santa Claus didn’t come to my neighborhood.”

“Sweetie, Santa Claus comes to all neighborhoods. That is, until the little children stop believing.”

Carmen was past being scared; now she was just mad. Who the fuck was this sloppy assed old man, coming in here to preach about a fucking myth?

“Yeah? So if you’re really Santa, what did I ask you for when I was five?”

“A pony,” he answered without pausing.

“Lucky guess. What five year old girl doesn’t want a pony? That doesn’t prove anything.”

He nodded his head. “But do all five year old girls ask for a brown pony that they can name Carmelita, and also ask for a house with a yard so that the pony doesn’t have to walk up stairs?”

Her jaw dropped open.

“And if I remember correctly, didn’t you tell your friend Melinda last year that you wished that Santa would fly by your place and drop off one of those machines that you could straddle and fuck until you burned out the engine.”

Her eyes widened. How the fuck did he know these things?

Santa took the chairs down off of a nearby table and sat in one. “Come on over honey,” he said, patting his leg. “Come tell Santa what you want.”

Still thunderstruck, she found her feet moving toward him even while her brain was screaming at her to run away. Her rational mind was telling her that there was no such thing as Santa Claus, and that this guy was some fruitcake who was going to really fuck her up. But another part of her couldn’t help believing, and that was the part that was controlling her feet.

She settled onto the stranger’s lap, both legs draped over the same side. “That’s a good girl,” he encouraged, patting her back. “Now tell Santa what you want.”

His hand was large and comforting; she could feel warmth radiate through her blouse. The patting turned to gentle rubbing, and his hand moved along the entire expanse of her back. She arched her back absently, trying to increase the pressure. It was getting hard to concentrate. She closed her eyes and let her head droop forward. The rhythm was distracting, so much so that she had no idea when his other hand had begun rubbing her leg. By the time she became aware of it, it was tracing a slow, lazy pattern along her inner thigh. It would start at her knee and travel up for a bit, then reverse direction. Each time it left her knee she found herself holding her Afyon Escort Bayan breath, wondering how far up it would go. The first time his fingers brushed her labia, she trembled.

“There, there dear,” he soothed, using the hand on her back to pull her toward his chest, pressing her face into his neck. The hand between her legs returned to her knee, squeezed it slightly, and then massaged its way all the way back to her crotch. A thick finger pressed hard against the thin nylon of her panties, forcing her lips apart before stopping less than half an inch inside. Roughly it moved along the gap, teasing her sensitive inner folds. She opened her mouth and sucked on his neck, moaning softly. When he finally removed his hand from between her legs and she shivered.

“Sit up,” he commanded, and she did. He placed two fingers on her lips and applied pressure until they slid into her mouth. Her tongue danced over them, lapping at the salty musky taste. She’d tasted herself once before – after a boyfriend had gone down on her for hours – because she’d wanted to know what had kept him down there so long. That time, she thought she tasted pungent and unpleasant; now, she was sucking on the two meaty fingers as hard as she could, trying to get every drop.

“No need to check my list twice,” Santa teased, thrusting his fingers in and out of Carmen’s mouth. The hand on her back had moved lower, and was now gently teasing her ass near the top of her crack. She was squirming, her panties soaked, despite the fact that she was being teased by fictional character.

He took his fingers out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet. “What say Santa gets to do a little unwrapping of his own?” he asked jovially.

As big as his hands were, they moved as nimbly as a piano player, coaxing her buttons loose and pushing her blouse off her shoulders in a blink of an eye. He managed to get her cotton twill skirt down around her ankles even faster, then leaned back and eyed her admiringly.

Her raven black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, accentuating high cheekbones and almond shaped brown eyes. Her skin, golden and smooth, glistened with her arousal, and her large, chocolate brown nipples showed prominently through her cheap white bra.

Her small, rounded hips and apple shaped ass were clad in a frayed pair of green panties adorned with a red bow. He reached out and grabbed her waistband, pulling it up until the swollen lips of her pussy spilled over the elastic bands that clung to her thighs. As he continued to lift she raised up on her toes, trying to prevent the satiny material from rubbing against her engorged clit. Eventually she couldn’t rise any farther and he made contact. Her mouth dropped open, her legs buckled and she dropped to her knees. When she was able to raise her head she was startled to see that Santa had stripped, all except his red fur hat, small square cut frameless spectacles, and black patent leather boots. His long white beard blanketed his chest and brushed his belly, and his legs, like two small tree trunks, were splayed, his cock hanging thickly between them.

She crawled forward on her hands and knees until she was at his feet. With one small hand she encircled his shaft, raising it to her lips. Her dark red tongue darted out, tickling his pinkish head before attacking his piss slit. Santa grunted and slid forward slightly, allowing his large, heavy sac to drop over the edge. Sucking the entire head in up to the ridge, Carmen reached up with her free hand and grabbed Santa’s balls, squeezing firmly as she ran her teeth over his cockhead. He groaned and placed a hand on either side of her head to hold her still as he worked more of his cock into her mouth.

When he’d gotten a good rhythm going she pulled back and let his cock pop free. The head was now purple and throbbing, the shaft still slick with her saliva. Standing, she unfastened her bra and freed her tortured nipples. Then she climbed up on his lap, her knees pressing painfully into his quads, and offered a nipple to him. He took it in his mouth greedily, using his teeth much as she had on his cock just moments before. She squealed, pressing against him as he bit and sucked first one nipple, then the other.

While Escort Afyon Carmen was concentrating on the intense sensations assaulting her breasts, Santa reached up and pulled her panties to one side. Deftly he positioned the head of his cock against her pussy lips, and with one strong stroke pushed it in. The shock and intensity of the motion caused Carmen to lose her balance, and her legs shot out, straddling either side of Santa’s legs. The tops of his thighs slammed hard against her ass cheeks as his cock rammed home. She gasped and squeezed her eyes tight as her body adjusted to the unintended savageness of the action.

While she sat there he tenderly teased her sore and tender nipples with his tongue, his thick beard tickling her as he alternated between them. Involuntarily, her pussy began to squeeze him, making him harder, and her thighs started to contract, working her slowly up and down his shaft. He grabbed her hips and helped her along, increasing the range of motion, until she was sliding noisily up and down his cock, the wet sounds of their sexplay mixing with his heavy breathing and her guttural moans.

When her sounds made it clear that she was close to orgasm he lifted her all the way off and stood, carrying her over to the table. He flipped her on her stomach, with her hips hanging over the end, and entered her from behind. She felt crushed under his weight but in this position he was able to drive his cock impossibly deep – so deep in fact that when the first tremors of her orgasm gripped her it felt like his cock was lodged in her stomach. Her nipples, puffy and tender from all the attention, hardened like diamonds, scraping across the faux wood table and sending spikes of pain/pleasure through her all the way down to her groin. Santa was really pounding her now, his cock stretching and pumping her neglected pussy as his own orgasm approached. A meaty hand pressed into the small of her back, pinning her, as the first gooey jet broke loose, splashing deep, setting off another explosion of her own. He was growling now, the warm velvet walls of her pussy gripping the hypersensitive head of his cock, milking him dry. With a final, massive shudder he collapsed on top of her, blocking out the light, preventing her from drawing a deep breath. She lost consciousness.

When she came to, she was still sitting behind the desk with her feet up, fully clothed. She looked at the clock on the wall – it now read 9:40. She shook her head to clear it; had all that been a dream? She swung her legs down, stood up…

…And almost collapsed. She felt like her legs had been pulled apart by two trucks. Just standing still made her wince, and her whole body, from her neck to her toes, throbbed. She was amazed that just ten minutes of dreaming could have such an intense effect on her body.

Carefully, she slid her shoes back on, trying to move as little as possible in the process, grabbed her coat, and locked up. Out front she was surprised to see a sleek black German sports car over by the entrance to the parking lot. Shrugging, she pulled her coat tight and tried to brace herself against the wind and the rain and walked toward the bus stop.

Once she was closer, she could see that there was a big red ribbon running the length of the car, like on a corny game show. Also, there was a tag fluttering from one of the wipers. Curious, she bent over and examined it.

“Merry Christmas Carmen,” it read. “The way I see it, the interest on pony for nineteen years works out to be about 328 horsepower.”

And it was signed, “Santa.”

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Authors Note:

Big, BIG thanks to my story editor oldnakeddad. The whole piece is so much more fluid, finally coming across the way I intended. I apologize about all the mistakes in the first three parts, I was just so excited to get this story out, I was rushing through it! I have many, many more chapters in mind…things are finally start to get heated up!!

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The sun was just starting to set on that warm, summer evening. The vividly pink and orange sunset was dramatic as the crimson red and deep violet clouds kissed the horizon while the sun dipped farther out of sight causing the daylight to slip into dusk as it was getting darker by the second.

It was a little after seven PM when Ms. V., Amber, and Raphael made their way through the winding neighborhood. Amber was staring out of the car window as Raphael brought the car to a stop in front of the driveway of her Aunt and Uncle’s house.

“Amber, you can go inside, first. Raphael will take your bags in and wear one of the sexier dresses that you like, with any of the new lingerie underneath, tomorrow,” Ms. V. instructed.

Apparently, Raphael would phone her with any further instructions before it was time to go. They said their goodbyes and Amber took a deep breath before exiting the car. Amber was still practically naked, wearing only the expensive lingerie Raphael had picked out earlier. She hurried along the driveway, over fifty yards, her eyes darting between every neighboring house. She saw some lighted windows and wished she’d been dropped off closer to the door.

For a variety of reasons, Amber had a feeling Ms. V. liked putting her in these uncomfortable situations. Amber had wondered, if anyone had happened to be looking out of their window and seen her, surely, the black lace lingerie would have looked like only shadows from a distance. She could feel her nipples starting to jiggle free from the small bra as she ran.

Her DDD breasts were heavy and bouncing uncontrollably. Since they had kept her shoes, too, she tried to run lightly because she was conscious of her breasts bouncing and the sound of her bare feet slapping against the pavement.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Raphael dutifully following behind with multiple bags on each arm. Ms. V.’s car window was halfway down and she was clearly watching. Amber decided to slow down and walk the rest of the way to the front door. For some reason, she had the urge to put on a little show for Raphael and Ms. V.

Her long curls were rhythmically tickling the dimples on her back with each step as Amber was feeling good and bold. She had been given a little more champagne on the way home and wasn’t quite as embarrassed anymore after being given a wet-wipe to clean Raphael’s cum off of her face.

Amber could still feel little crevices of skin that held bits of his cum, though. She was electrified, she couldn’t believe the encounter she had with those people. All of them were considerably older than her, yet they had such intense, youthful energy. They made all of the events seem normal.

Amber danced up the final steps of the lighted driveway, unhooking her bra as she went. After she crossed the threshold of the front door, she twirled around all of the way, looking towards the street, completely topless. She held the dainty bra in her left hand which hung by her side.

She lifted her right hand up for an enthusiastic goodbye wave to Ms. V., her tits bounced from the motion. Amber was happy to see a small smile spread across Ms. V.’s face and Raphael grinning as he followed closely behind.

“Where would you like these?”

Raphael lifted the bags slightly. Amber didn’t say anything but turned towards the stairs, seductively beckoning Raphael with her finger. Her hips and ass dramatically swayed with each step. Raphael followed behind, his eyes glued to her body. Amber made her way into the bedroom and pointed to the bed

“Right there would be perfect.”

Raphael sat the bags down on the bed and turned towards the door.

“You don’t have to leave, yet.”

Amber wasn’t sure what was coming over her, she was normally very shy but maybe it was her earlier encounters, or maybe it was the fact she could feel the bits of his cum hardening on her skin. Amber felt very comfortable and tried to get him to stay for a little fun.

“Maybe you can help me take this off, too!”

Raphael bit his lip as she gestured towards her panties, the only thing she had on at that point. You could tell he wanted to take her up on the offer but he slowly started to back up towards the door, his eyes staring into Amber’s.

“I’m sorry. Ms. V. would not be happy if I stayed. I do hope, very badly, that we get our time together, though. Have a good night and enjoy yourself. Remember, I’ll call you tomorrow before its time to come over.”

On that note, he turned around and disappeared into the hallway. Amber could hear his footsteps going down the stairs, the opening and closing Afyon Escort of the front door and, eventually, she strained to hear the car driving off. She was still standing in the same spot, like a statue. Amber had never tried to initiate sexual encounters so she was having a little difficulty processing this rejection.

What just happened? She was so overwhelmed by everything from that evening, she couldn’t make sense of any of it. But did she need to? She stripped naked and threw herself onto the bed, without showering, Amber tried masturbating but couldn’t get herself to cum. She eventually fell into a fitful sleep on top of the covers.

Amber awoke bright and early, much earlier than she normally did. She snuggled under her covers upon waking and stared at the ceiling. After a lot of over thinking about the past couple of days and stressing over what today might hold, she finally got out of bed. She blasted music and danced around the house in her underwear while spending the day cleaning and trying to keep herself busy.

Amber found herself giving silent thanks to her Aunt and Uncle for giving her this opportunity. She loved spending time with them, though they didn’t get the chance often, but she was sort of wishing their work would keep them out of the country longer. Amber was enjoying living the lavish life but was enjoying having Ms. V. for a neighbor even more.

It was around three PM when the phone rang. Amber practically dove for it, answering at the end of the second ring.

“Hello?” she breathed heavily.

“Good afternoon, Amber. It’s Raphael. Are you still wanting to come see Ms. V. at six this evening?”

Over the phone, Raphael’s deep voice was warm, sweet and so smooth, like melted chocolate or caramel. Amber could practically taste him. She closed her eyes and remembered his cum spraying over her face.

“Of course, I’m so excited! She told me what to wear, is there anything else I should know?”

“Well, first of all, Ms. V. wanted me to tell you to wear some sort of sandals or something over here, she will provide you with shoes for this evening. You need to be well groomed, with minimal make up or perfume. Wash thoroughly, shave everything except your bush, Ms. V. said she likes it. She would like you to trim slightly around the edges. Just make it look neater overall. She will explain her expectations and payment for the evening, I will come to your house at six and escort you. You can discuss anything further with Ms. V. Does this all sound ok to you?”

Amber was smiling wide, her eyes were glossed over and staring into the distance. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure Raphael could hear it.

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it.”

Amber continued smiling wide, she had barely been able to respond. Raphael didn’t say anything else, only hung up.

Amber was so excited, she decided to get into the shower. She had no idea what was going to happen but if she was given instructions on shaving and grooming, she was pretty sure she was going to be getting naked, again. Amber took her time in the shower as she scrubbed herself thoroughly, reaching every inch. The detachable shower head was very helpful and, when Amber was washing her vagina, she found herself playing with it.

She turned the water function to massage as it was a hard, steady stream of warm water and held it right over her clit, the water pulsing heavily. Amber’s free hand was teasing her entrance, her index and middle fingers barely touching her inside walls as she used her thumb to rub circles over her clit. She started thrusting her fingers inside of herself. Amber found herself thinking about what Ms. V. might have in store for her this evening.

The warm water was so relaxing, Amber’s eyes closed as her body vibrated, her thighs tightening and squeezing. Her pussy was throbbing around her fingers as she kept going in and out of herself, gaining speed, until she had her release. With all of the water running down her body, it was impossible to tell how much juices came out of her but Amber knew she was squirting again. She smiled to herself, she enjoyed her newfound talent. She wanted to squirt more. Amber made herself cum a couple of more times and then finished showering with Ms. V.’s grooming standards in mind. Washing away all her juices.

Amber gave herself plenty of time to dry, walking around the house naked while eating some fruit, veggies and a little junk food she found in the pantry. She decided to smoke a joint to help calm her nerves. It was almost four, twenty PM. She had to laugh to herself because it had been a few months since she had last smoked and not at all since staying at her Aunt and Uncle’s. Her hands were slightly shaking but she sat on the bed while rolling a joint on top of one of her favorite books.

Amber smoked on occasion, usually by herself, whenever she had enough time to unwind and really relax. She got her medical marijuana license two years back for her twenty-first Afyon Escort Bayan birthday. That’s how she celebrated, instead of going out to a club like many young adults. She had made her proper doctor appointments well in advance and had the final visit and paperwork done the day before her birthday.

While she enjoyed drinking a few glasses of wine some nights, or a couple of beers, and maybe something a little heavier on rare, special occasions, Amber wasn’t a big drinker. She had been happy being sober, lately, but she still brought more than enough medicinal weed to last for her time house-sitting. She figured those couple months would be the perfect time to indulge. She finally graduated college that summer and wasn’t working a job, so her responsibilities were minimal.

The joint she rolled ended up being perfectly cone shaped and tight. She sparked it up while sitting on her bed. The music was still blaring. Her Aunt and Uncle had a surround sound system for the whole house that Amber’s phone was plugged into. Heavy bass was bumping. Amber could feel the vibrations through the mattress. She was still naked and sitting with her legs crossed.

With each deep inhale, Amber felt herself relax, letting her worries go with each cloud of smoke. She started to dance provocatively around the room. She rubbed coco butter into her skin seductively, as though someone was watching her. She nodded her head to the music, one hand holding the joint, and the other rubbing the lotion.

By the time five, forty-five PM came around, Amber was ready to go. Everything about her looked, felt, and smelled perfect. She was wearing a navy blue lingerie set, fancy lace boy shorts with a matching push up bra. It was one of the simpler, less revealing sets but it made Amber feel the most confident.

Her large breasts were spilling out of the V-neck of a dark-purple dress, which barely covered the lingerie. The dress was subtle velvet-like material and had sleeves to the elbow. It was tight and clung to every inch above her waist but the skirt softly swung around her thighs. Amber’s curls hung heavily and were beautifully tamed. Her blue eyes looked bright in the evening light. She looked down at her size six feet. Her toes were painted a pale pink, standing out against the black flip flops she was wearing. She had paid lots of attention tending to her toes, the paint looked professional. Her feet were soft and clean.

A few minutes before six, Amber caught a glimpse, through the window, of Raphael walking up. She walked outside, greeting him in the driveway before he had a chance to get to the door. He chuckled lightly and smiled.

“Good evening, Amber,” he slightly nodded and then gestured her forwards.

“Hello, Raphael,” Amber smiled while walking the familiar path towards Ms. V.’s house.

“It seems like you followed the instructions well. I hope you enjoy your time today.”

After that, Raphael was silent. Amber expected to go into the backyard again but, instead, Raphael gestured her towards another direction. They passed the kitchen and he ushered her into a living room of sorts. There was a large, marble fireplace and multiple skylight windows. Some of the windows on the ceiling had stained glass and cast colorful shadows from the evening light onto the few inches of the rich mahogany wood floor that was otherwise covered with rugs.

Ms. V. was sitting on a dark leather couch among a variety of couches, loveseats, and chairs scattered around. Ms. V. was wearing fitted black pants, a fashionable black jacket and black boots. Her jet black hair, and slightly darker than caramel skin, seemed to shimmer in the flickering flames. She looked like something out of a spy movie. Ms. V.’s manicured hand patted the seat next to her and Amber went to sit there.

Ms. V. turned to face her, her brown eyes staring deep into Amber’s. Her lovely scent was almost overwhelming, though not overdone in the headachy fashion of some elderly women, not that Ms. V. was anywhere near elderly. If Amber were to guess, it was somewhere between forty-five and fifty-five.

“Amber, I have been so happy to get to know you. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I live a different lifestyle than most. I am connected with many people and have many different friends. I mentioned before that I’m new to this area but I’ve actually lived here before. I have multiple houses all around the world. I tend to come and go. I like to keep a few consistent people around me when I’m staying at each place, usually, depending how I see fit. Raphael has been with me for many years, however. Since you’re already staying next door, house-sitting for your Aunt and Uncle and without work, it’s only fitting you help me out. You have been so willing already. You seemed to enjoy the payment earlier and all the clothes I purchased for you.”

Amber smiled nervously. Ms. V. continued staring into Amber’s eyes. Her sultry voice sounded like a purr, matching her cat eyes. She Escort Afyon was so exotic and beautiful.

“Amber, spending money on you has made me so happy and I have many more plans for you. As I said during one of our earlier meetings, you can say ‘no’, at any point, and end our relationship but if you do, that will be the end. I have many people that need help with a variety of things. You see, Amber, I try to help people find themselves. It’s ironic but people usually need someone else to tell them it’s ok to embrace their true nature. Often times, people need help with their sexual side. People tend to have a hard time accepting that side of themselves. I need healthy, capable people that will be obedient to me. You have already proven to be submissive in nature so I have a proposition for you this evening, what are your thoughts?”

Amber’s mind was racing. Her stomach swirling. She felt as light as a feather and also like she could be sick. She smiled in nervous excitement.

“What’s the proposition, Ms. V.?”

Ms. V. leaned closer to Amber, their thighs touching. The leather slightly squeaking from the movement.

“You are such a good girl.”

Beaming at the compliment, Amber lifted her face up towards the taller Ms. V. She was eager to hear more.

“Amber, I have an interesting request for you tonight. I will pay you $1,000.”

Amber nodded in anticipation. She wanted to jump around with joy, that was a lot of money, but she sat patiently and let Ms. V. continue.

“I have a friend coming over tonight. She is newly single and I have found out that she has never been with a woman. After talking with her, she seems very dominant at heart but was submissive to an arrogant man for a long time. She needs to explore a new side of herself.”

Ms. V.’s eyes were gauging Amber for a reaction. Amber smiled pleasantly, nodding along. Listening intently, she was having a hard time hiding her excitement as she tried to seem casual.

“Would you do anything she asks? I will be there in the beginning, mostly to help her get started. Are you willing?”

“Yes, Ms. V.”

They smiled at each other.

“Excellent. You are such a good girl!”

Ms. V. pinched Amber’s cheek, making them both smile a little bigger.

“Now, go sit on that chair. She will be here soon. Raphael will bring you shoes and I’ll have some more sent over for you. I’m guessing you’re a size six or six and a half?”

Unfortunately, the shoe selection at Candace’s Boutique, the place they went for the clothes, was lacking in Ms. V.’s opinion. Ms. V. pointed to a matching leather chair in the corner of the room. She stood and guided Amber into the chair. Once Amber was sitting, Ms. V. leaned over the back of the chair, her hands grazing Amber’s hair and collarbone.

“She’ll be here soon. Remember, whatever she asks. I will be watching. You will make me so happy if you’re a good girl”

Amber tried to nuzzle into Ms. V.’s neck, her scent was intoxicating, but Ms. V. had disappeared as soon as she was finished whispering. Amber could only hear the sound of Ms. V.’s heels clicking towards the front door. Raphael magically appeared with shoes, bent in front of Amber and slipped them onto her feet. They were a simple, but elegant, nude pair of open toe heels that made Amber’s legs look longer. Raphael lightly massaged her feet as he strapped her in.

Once the shoes were on, he silently disappeared again, taking her flip flops with him. Amber’s heart was pounding and she could feel sweat springing up in her palms as she took a deep breath and looked around. She was still a little high. The fireplace gave off a soft, fuzzy glow as the flames danced seductively. Amber felt like she was melting into the cozy chair.

She was very aware of her thighs slightly sticking to the leather, though. She wasn’t sure what was about to happen but she felt kind of weird. For a split second, she had the urge to get up and run but her body wouldn’t move and her ears were slightly ringing. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Amber didn’t know what to do. She wanted to at least stand up but she was frozen. She could hear Raphael’s and then Ms. V.’s voices. Amber strained to listen but their voices were muffled and far away. Soon, Raphael was rounding the corner and bringing someone else into the room. He extended his hand, directing the woman towards Amber, and then turned to leave.

The woman was hovering in front of the sitting area. She had chocolate brown hair that was barely wavy but covering a good bit of her face. She had a thick body, she looked strong. The black dress she was wearing helped enhance her feminine curves. Her full lips were parted, having an open mouth for far too long. She looked like she was about to say something but no words were coming out. Ms. V. suddenly appeared from behind the woman and introduced Amber in her sultry, purr-like voice.

“Sonya, this is Amber. Amber is a wonderful new friend of mine and a very good listener. Isn’t that right, Amber?”

“Yes, Ms. V.”

Amber gulped. Her voice had sounded a little shaky. She tried to sit upright a little more. She felt like it was too late to back out and she couldn’t help but want to see what was going to happen next. Ms. V. smiled.

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It is no innocent ring. There will be no one on the other side of the door inviting her to church services. Her heart races, her breath hitches… her hand trembles as she turns the latch.

I stand before her, an older man with graying hair but a toned body more like that of one in his mid-forties. Her invitation is unmistakable as she allows her open robe to fall around her ankles. Like Ulysses, I step hypnotically over the threshold of this young siren.

The passion burns hot as we engage each other’s eyes. There is no introduction, no small talk. I pick you up off the floor to press you against the wall. Your legs instinctively envelope my waist, opening up your secret, wet desire to my manhood bulging beneath my gym shorts.

You smell of the heady perfume of orange blossoms; the intoxicating aroma excites my senses increasing my animal cravings. I wonder if you smell as sweet between your legs.

Your breasts are big and beautiful, perfect for both sucking and fucking. You offer them to me without hesitation and I willingly attack your feminine contour with abandon. My teeth lightly rake over an erect nipple, eliciting a soft moan from your lips… my tongue laves your hardened nub… I suck Afyon Escort at you voraciously, pressing my face into your soft flesh until I can no longer breathe.

Your hands grasp at the waistband of my shorts and you pull them down around my ass. My swollen cock acts like a tent pole and further movement is not possible. You fist my shaft with both hands and begin a jacking motion, up and down through the nylon material.

My lips want to taste yours, and I kiss my way upward from your breast to your neck. Then covering your open mouth with mine, our tongues begin their sexual dance, darting in and out, sucking, swirling. You cease your handjob, place your palms on my bare chest and push me away.

“Put me down,” you say with a teasing smile.

By the time your bare feet have touched the floor you have my shorts in your hands, removing them from around my upright shaft. Dropping to your knees, you pull them all the way down.

My engorged fuck tool stands proudly just inches from your face. You place one hand on my balls, and the other around my shaft. You look up and smile at me, your tongue ringing your lips. The first tingling sensation I feel is your hot breath on my balls, Afyon Escort Bayan followed almost immediately by your tongue… then your lips sucking on my sack. Your hand has stretched and lifted my cock out of the way to give you free access.

As you suck on my ball sack, you jack my rock hard shaft, and your other hand finds its way between my thighs, parting my ass cheeks. I can feel you exploring with your thumb and forefinger until you find my anal cleft. My head rocks backward… my knees go weak… you have your finger pushing at my rosebud.

Your little mouth has changed its position now… suckling at my cock head, soft little licks tasting the salty precum I am now oozing for you, lapping at that sweet spot just below the head again and again, driving me insane as it becomes more sensitive… but I won’t stop you, as its feels too good… a sweet torturous pleasure… lick… lick… lick… mmmmmm you could make me cum for you like this… rolling my balls in one hand, pressing a finger of the other against the rose of my asshole, slipping it inside a little… it grips you as you slide it gently in and out, not too deep or too fast, just enough for it to heighten the pleasure, Escort Afyon all the time your tounge at my sweet spot… lick…lick… lick…

Your lips have slid all the way down my shaft, and I have fully impaled your mouth to the hilt. Your warm saliva lubricates your up and down movements as you hollow your cheeks, intently focused on sucking the cum from my balls.

I moan and hear you echo it. My hands fist your hair… my hips rise and thrust to your sucking rhythm as you take me fully into your mouth. I growl as you push your mouth down onto my engorged shaft, your wet heat sliding down me, your tongue circling as it does.

We are fully involved now as I drive you on and off my stiff cock. You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder on me as your hand squeezes and pulls at my balls.

I feel the back of your throat and groan. The tightness drives me close… lost to the feeling I abandon my thoughts and begin wildly fucking your face, hands fisted in your hair, hips rising, bucking at you.

Lost in you I feel my midsection tighten, the head of my cock swells as you drive yourself onto my shaft holding me there, buried deep in your throat. You feel me swell and with one last thrust, I throw my head back and release my hot load into your sweet mouth.

I feel you swallowing me down and hear your little moan as you do. You look up at me and smile, then slide up my body. I put my arms around you and pull you close, kissing you deeply, tasting myself.

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Rebecca adjusted her blouse, straightened her skirt and tied her small white apron around her waist. She checked her pocket for her order pad and pen, scraped her long red curls up and twisted them into a knot at the back of her head. With one last look in the mirror she made sure everything was in place and pushed her way into the hotel bar where she worked.

At 18 years old Rebecca, or Becks as she was known, wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted to do with her life, she just knew it wasn’t waitressing. But this job would do until she could find something or until she got herself into university. She scanned the room to see which guests were present and which of the locals were in. She smiled as she scanned the room, there were only half a dozen people in and with luck the night would continue that way.

She wandered around tidying up and straightening out. She did a circuit of the bar and took a deep breath as she approached Henry Portman.

Henry Portman was a local man and knew Becks parents. He was 56 years old, owned his own business and had been divorced for many years. He had a full head of deep black glossy hair and was lightly tanned. His dress was casual but he wore jeans and t-shirts well. His smile was broad as Becks approached.

“Good evening young lady.” Henry said as Becks drew up to him.

“Good evening Henry, I hope you are well.” Becks answered with her usual courtesy. She looked at Henry’s glass and raised an eyebrow. Henry lifted it between his thumb and second finger as Becks placed her tray underneath it.

She walked across to the bar and refilled the whisky glass with his usual tipple of Laphrohaig breathing in the rich aroma as she did and then added it to his nightly tally. It currently stood at 4 which meant he had been in the bar for about 2 hours. He must have shut up the office early for a change. Putting the glass on her tray she carried it over to him.

“Thank you my dear.” He said as she put the glass down.

“You’re welcome, quiet day?” She replied.

“Yes, pretty quiet, I’m waiting for new work from my regulars.” Henry replied by way of explanation.

“Ah, I see. Well I shall leave you to it. Let me know if you want anything.” Becks said as she turned away.

“You know what I want young lady,” Henry retorted. “I want you to pose for me. Let me paint you.”

“I know you do, but I meant food.” Becks said, a twinkle in her eye.

Henry had been chasing her to pose for months, flirting with her and getting the same in return. Nothing had ever come of it thought, for a start, Henry was simply too old, the same age as her parents! She wasn’t against being painted, it was simply that it was Henry, a man she had known since she was a child.

Henry shrugged and picked up his drink. He didn’t normally chase women, particularly ones as young as Becks but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself. He knew that her long red curls would look stunning against her alabaster skin and his mind whirled with the possible poses he could paint her in. He sat and watched her, his muse.

An hour later Henry said his goodbyes and wandered back to his chapel conversion home. Opening the door, he flicked the light-switch and breathed in the faint smell of paints from his studio. He closed the door, hung his jacket and made his way to the living room. Pouring himself another drink he sat on the large leather couch and pondered his next move. After an hour, he moved from the couch and made his way up the wide wooden staircase up to bed. He fell asleep thinking of paints, canvas and Becks.

The pair continued their dance of words over the next 5 months. The weather turned warmer, the skirts shorter and the tops skimpier. Henrys small gallery continued to pick up and Becks continued to work at the hotel, still unsure of her next move. She was now approaching her 19th birthday and she had still not fully made her mind up about what she was going to do. Part of her just wanted to find an everyday job and join the rat race but a larger part of her wanted to go to Vetinary College. She had a love of animals, an unwavering interest in them and all the right qualifications. On the back the of all that she had decided to apply and was waiting for the results of the applications she had submitted.

She scraped her hair up, straightened herself up and walked into the bar. As she did she walked straight into Henry, literally.

“Ooof.” Henry expelled air as Becks barrelled into him.

“Eeek.” Becks said at the same time, her head banging against Henrys chest.

She looked up, one hand on her forehead, the force of the collision had shaken free one long curl which now fell down the side of her face. Henry frowned down at her, concerned.

“Are you ok?” He said, bending down to her level.

“Yes, I am fine thank you.” Becks replied a little too curtly. She immediately blushed. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok,” Henry replied. “Are you sure you are ok though?” as he said it, he put one finger under her chin and lifted her face towards his.

“Yes I am fine Henry, honestly.” Afyon Escort Becks said as she looked at him. She let him turn her face from side to side, his concern turning to appraisal.

Becks stood quietly and watched him silently, quizzically as he assessed her. His brown eyes moving over her face, taking in her features.

Henry suddenly realised what he was doing and let his hand fall.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Can I have a drink?” He finished with a grin.

Becks laughed. “Yes, I’ll get it, go and sit down.”

Henry turned and made his way to his usual window seat. Sitting down, he appraised what he had just seen. He had always known that Becks was pretty but on closer inspection, her skin was flawless, no marks, no blemishes, not even freckles on the creamiest alabaster skin. No make up to speak of, the most perfect rose bud lips and eyes of ice blue. All finished off with deep copper red curls which he suspected flowed almost all the way down her back. He watched as she approached.

“Let me paint you. Please.” Henry said as she drew close. Becks looked at him and grinned.

“I’ll tell you what. IF I get into Vet College I’ll let you paint me as a birthday present.” She said and turned on her heel and grinned over her shoulder at him.

Henry picked up his glass and raised it to his lips. That meant if she was going away in September he had just over 2 months. He sat back and started thinking about how he wanted to position her and where, never thinking for one moment that he wouldn’t paint her.

Two weeks later Becks found him sitting in the lounge. It was a busy night, the holiday season was in full swing and the hotel was bursting at the seams. She hurriedly dropped his drink on the table.

“I got into Glasgow and Bristol.” She said as she hurried off.

It took a moment for Henry to register what she meant and as it did he looked up to find her gone again into the melee of people. He waited for her to come past again.

“Does this mean I get to paint you then?” He said as she rushed past.

“Yes.” She said briefly over one shoulder.

“When?” He called to her retreating back.

Becks soon came around again and cleared the empty table next to his, giving it a wipe clean with her free hand. As she did she thought about when she was off again.

“I’ll write the dates I am free down while I am on my break.” She said to him.

“Ok, no problem.” Henry answered and leant back in his chair.

45 minutes later, he sat with his glass refreshed and a short list of dates in his hand. He perused them, mostly weekdays, a couple of weekends. He thought a weekday would be best, a young girl like Becks would want to be with her friends at the weekends. He borrowed a pen from the next table and circled a date a fortnight away.

Getting up, he made his way out of the busy bar passing Becks as he went.

“Stop!” He said grinning.

Becks came to an abrupt halt, her tray full of drinks. Henry tucked the piece of paper in her apron pocket.

“I’ve circled the date, 10am, my place.” He said and got out of her way.

“Ok.” She said as she scooted off.

Henry walked back to his home with a satisfied grin on his face. Time to get ready.

Two weeks later, Henry got up to glorious blue skies and a day that promised high temperatures. He got himself a coffee and walked into his studio. Opening the windows a breeze floated through. The sun shone through the window and across the wooden floor. Henry immediately knew where he wanted Becks to be. The only thing he didn’t know was if she would allow herself to be painted nude. He hoped she would.

At 10am there was a knock on the door and Henry opened it to find Becks standing there. She had denim shorts on, a dark green strappy t-shirt, flip flops and a massive floppy hat with a deep red gerbera on it.

“Allo.” She said a little nervously as she grinned at him.

“Hello young lady.” Henry replied standing to one side. Becks walked past him and he closed the door behind her.

“This way,” He said and directed her into the studio. “Coffee?” he asked.

“Yes please,” Becks replied quietly as she wandered around looking at Henrys work. “You’re good.” she said with a little surprise.

Henry laughed his thanks as he went into the kitchen and came back with a coffee mug in each hand to find Becks sitting on the floor cross legged, combing the curls out of her hair with her fingers. He caught his breath as he watched her from the doorway she was oblivious to his presence as she gently drew her fingers through her luxurious waist length curls. His mind began to wander and he shook himself and walked over to her, offering her the coffee.

“Thanks.” She smiled, reaching up for it.

“You’re welcome,” he replied and sat down on the floor opposite her. “Now, I have a number of ideas for poses but most of them include you being nude. If that’s not acceptable then I need to know and we can have a rethink.”

“No,” Becks said, “I think I can do nude, what did you have in mind?”

Becks Afyon Escort Bayan and Henry sat and discussed the ideas they had. Henry had thought about using the hat as soon as he saw it, but he dismissed it as he wanted to make the most of Becks skin. As he talked he became more animated and they both slipped into an easy and comfortable dialogue together.

Henry paused in his aerial windmilling and looked up at Becks. She was sitting easily, leaning forward with one knee up and her hands resting on it. Her chin was resting on them and she was completely engrossed in Henry’s conversation. There was fluidity to her, everything joined in all the right places, the curves of her chin, fingers, knees, hips and calves, not one straight line anywhere. The sun shone in through the full length window at her side and cast shadows down one side of her and elongated itself across the floor. He held his breath.

“THATS how I want you,” he breathed. “Can you do this again naked?” A note of hope in his voice.

Becks smiled and looked at him.

“Yes, I think I can.” She answered standing easily.

She walked over to the couch and kicked off her flip flops. Crossing her arms in front of her she lifted the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it over her head. Her pert breasts bobbed slightly as she moved about, turning her t-shirt the right way out and laying it across the back of the couch. Unbuttoning her shorts, she let them fall to the floor, bending, she picked them up and put them with her top. Turning she clasped her hands in front of her and looked at Henry.

“Ok, I’m ready,” she said with a deep breath. “Be kind.”

Henry laughed and indicated the floor again as he grabbed a sketch pad and pencil. Turning back towards her, he watched as she folded herself onto the floor again. He watched in mild amusement as she tried to regain her posture to no avail. Henry crossed the floor again and sat down opposite Becks once more.

“So….tell me about Vet School.” He said, trying to put her at her ease once more.

Becks happily complied and soon relaxed once more, half regaining the posture she had been in previously but, like Henry, her arms became animated as she talked. As she reached the end of her conversation she searched for something more to say.

“How long have you been painting for?” she asked him, looking around the studio once more.

“Oh a long, long time now.” Henry started. He continued his conversation and watched Becks slowly relax as she listened to him. Finally she was back in the position he first wanted to capture her in. Picking up his sketch pad slowly, he continued to talk while his hand moved over the pad capturing the essence of the young women opposite him. He sketched in cursory shadows so that he did not lose them completely before the light moved again and as he finished his conversation, he finished his sketch. He looked up at Becks and stopped talking. Becks was sat once more with her head on her chin but she now had her eyes closed. The gallons of curls spilled all down her body and he just drank her in, suddenly aware of her beauty once more, the artist in him taking a back seat.

“My god you are gorgeous.” He breathed quietly, not wanting to disturb her.

A small smile graced Becks lips and she opened one eye blushing.

“Thank you.” she said quietly and humbly.

“You are very welcome,” Henry replied easily. “Would you like to see the first sketch?”

“Yes please.” Becks replied and unfolded herself. Without thinking she crawled on her hands and knees towards Henry, taking his breath away.

He watched as she moved lithely, like a young lioness towards him, her small breasts moving against the flow of the rest of her body, swinging very slightly. She moved to the side of Henry and sat down cross legged once more, looking at him expectantly. Henry grinned at the childlike expression on her face.

He turned the pad towards her and waited for her reaction.

“Oh god, that’s not really me…..is it?” she asked in a whisper.

“Well it’s the way I see you.” Henry answered.

“It’s beautiful.” Becks breathed. Overcome with emotion at the light sketch in her hand, she felt her eyes filling up with tears and blinked them away furiously. She looked up at Henry, her eyes bright and smiled at him.

“Thank you.” she said.

“You are VERY welcome,” he replied. “But this is only the sketch. I’ve got to put it on there next.” and he nodded at the large canvas on the easel.

“Well its very beautiful as it is, I look forward to seeing it.” Becks said. She leaned forward and kissed Henry softly on the cheek.

Henry looked at Becks and smiled. Without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed Becks full on the lips. He pulled back and had the good grace to look abashed.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Becks leaned forward and kissed him again, curiosity winning out over the knowledge of who Henry was. She pulled back.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” she said.

Henry put his hands on Becks Escort Afyon arms and pulled her towards him. Becks smoothly moved onto her knees and leant towards him. Henry wrapped his arms around her and gathered her in. Becks arm came around Henrys neck and she pulled herself into him, pressing herself against him, her breasts against his chest. Henry swung his arm around Becks knees and lifted her easily onto his lap. Becks curled into him and wriggled to get herself comfortable, making Henry moan. Their lips never parting.

Henry wound his hands into Becks hair, curling around the copper mass, holding her head as his tongue danced with hers, twisting around, exploring each other. Becks ran her tongue over Henrys teeth, her mind telling her to be quiet as she mentally squeaked and giggled at the fact that Henrys teeth were his own. Unable to contain it any longer she started giggling in the kiss. Henry broke away.

“What?” he said expecting the worst.

“Oh, nothing.” Becks replied immediately, blushing.

“WHAT?” Henry asked again.

“It doesn’t matter.” Becks affirmed and kissed him gently on the lips.

“Yes, it does.” Henry said and pushed her back, holding her arms.

Becks sighed and blushed again.

“It really doesn’t matter. Honestly.” Becks sat and flushed bright red. “I had a silly thought and it doesn’t matter.”

“Tell me now or I will make you tell me.” Henry demanded.

Becks sighed.

“I had a silly thought and it surprised me that you had your own teeth.” She dissolved into a fit of the giggles.

“Oh you will pay for that young lady.” Henry grinned at her as Becks clamped her hand over her mouth and tried to recover herself.

Henry gently brushed his fingers over Becks skin. Becks almost immediately stopped giggling and drew in a shuddering breath. She looked up at him as she let it out and he kissed her once more, drawing his fingers over her small breast and nipple.

Becks moaned softly and squirmed again. Henry lightly passed his fingers over her body, drinking her in as his lips, teeth and tongue toyed with her lips. Becks reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck once again, pulling him close.

Henry broke their kiss and looked at her wordlessly, raising an eyebrow. Becks nodded and Henry ran his fingers through her hair.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly to the unanswered question.

“Yes.” Becks whispered and uncurled herself from his lap.

Becks stood and waited, watching as Henry stood up. He took her hand and led her from the studio, sketch pad and pencil discarded and forgotten. Henry led Becks to the wide staircase and started climbing it, pulling Becks in his wake.

He turned the corner into the bedroom and led Becks to the bed. She climbed on and curled up, suddenly self conscious. Henry watched her as he got undressed and joined her on the bed. Becks immediately curled into him.

Henry lifted himself on one elbow and leaned forward, kissing Becks shoulder. Slowly placing kisses all down her shoulder and collar bone, feeling Becks relax under his touch and move towards him. Henry raised his leg and wound it around Becks own as they pressed into each other, his semi erect cock pushing into her thigh as Becks looked up at him.

Becks smiled shyly and Henry smiled back.

“Hello.” he said, Becks giggled slightly.

Bending forward he kissed her and becks immediately responded, pressing herself against him once more. Henry slid his hand across her skin and grabbed a handful of her backside, pulling her into him, skin touching skin from chest to toes. Henry could tell that whilst Becks wasn’t a virgin, she certainly wasn’t overly experienced. He didn’t want to take advantage but he also didn’t want to hold back. He found himself needing her and craving to show her what experience could bring.

Taking charge of the moment, he rolled Becks onto her back. Her hair tumbled as she moved and he brushed it away from her face. Kissing her softly he ran his hands over her skin once more, hearing her sigh and feeling a slight shiver from her as he did. He kissed his way around her face, her eyes, her forehead and the tip of her nose. Moving his way down her jaw line, he kissed her neck and went across her shoulders, first one way and then the other. Becks squirmed under him and sighed softly as he moved down towards her breasts.

Becks pulled her breath in sharply as Henry gently pulled his teeth across one of her nipples. Henry smiled, he knew he had not hurt her, just simply made her jump at the sudden shock of something less gentle than lips on her skin. He bit softly on her nipple before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. His hand busied itself with her other nipple, rolling it gently under his thumb before taking it between his thumb and forefinger to pinch it, pulling it softly, making Becks moan.

Henry swapped sides and paid attention to her other nipple with his mouth, his finger gently circling the erect nipple he had just left behind. Becks moaned gently and arched her back towards him, her hand coming down on Henry head as he continued to toy with her. Henry moved down Becks body, her pale skin going into goosebumps as he moved over her, his breath warm on her skin, his lips burning into her as he moved down her slowly, kissing his way towards her mons.

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