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Ryan could not believe it. After 6 weeks, his life was on the floor. His new client project was struggling. One of his daughters had crashed into a car and was in a cast. His wife was angry for being passed over for a promotion. And now, his relationship with Summer was probably gone. Emotion rolled over him. Not since his mother died, Ryan shed tears. He was glad he was along in his hotel room.

Just 24 hours before he was lying in bed. Happy as he could be. In his arms was his panting lover Summer. They had just had another epic round of sex. He was content. He was exhausted.

They had started with dinner at a new sushi place in downtown Birmingham. Over sake and chopsticks, they had caught up since the week before. Here, they were two friends meeting after work for dinner. But anyone who watched them for a while noticed something deeper. A connection. That look in her eyes when he said something witty. Her laugh was from the heart. This was a couple playing a match of tennis. Back and forth. Flirtatious statements meant to amuse. The next statement to up the previous one.

After the great food and banter, they both walked to their cars in the parking lot across the street. Ever the gentleman, Ryan opened her door and helped her in. A hug and a kiss on the cheek. And they both drove off. What those watching didn’t realize is that they were both headed to the same place. The Renaissance was just a few miles away. While Ryan gave Summer that hug at her car, he had also slipped his room key into her jacket pocket. The kiss on the cheek hid the whisper of the room number.

30 minutes later, they were in the room together. Summer had barely entered the room and she was already on her knees. His cock in her mouth. This was a couple in desperate need of each other. Pure lust. Passion. Summer loved the feel of his cock in her mouth. As she bobbed up and down, she felt his balls. They were heavy. She could feel the weight of his cum. She wanted it. She sped up. His hands on her hair. He never forced her, but she loved the feel of his hands on her head. Guiding her. Encouraging her. His moans told her what she already knew – she could feel the head of his cock swelling. He was going to cum. The first time never took him long – hence the blow job fully clothed. He loved it. She loved it. She heard him tell her he was going to cum – and there is was. It has been a week – it was a big load. She loved the taste. She loved knowing this was hers – no one elses. She looked up into his eyes and winked. She loved the control, the power.

Swiftly, Ryan picked her up to her feet. He kissed her deeply. Summer knew no man who would kiss her after a blowjob. But his passion never stopped him, no matter the taste. After a few minutes, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He slid her jacket off, pushed up her skirt, and pushed her panties to the side. It was now his turn. Summer loved that Ryan has no qualms going down on her. He would lick and suck and play and pleasure for as long as she wanted. She felt his tongue slide up and down her lips. The tease at her clit. The penetration of a finger. God – this man was good. He turned her on. Drove her wild. And made her feel things she hadn’t for years.

Swiftly, he moved up and kissed her. Ryan then flipped her over, got her on her hands and knees. And he slide deep inside her. Not rough. But strong. Not forceful. But deliberate. A single long stroke until his cock was buried all the way. She purred and moaned, relishing the feeling. Ryan was a great man. Warm, gentle, passionate, strong, confident. She was in love with him – but she also loved that Ryan was an incredible lover.

Very quickly, their sex became swift. Passionate. He reach down and wrapped his hands over her breasts. Pulled her back. And started to say naughty things into her year.

“I love fucking you Summer.” Faster.

“I love how warm and tight your pussy feels on my cock.” Deeper.

“I love knowing you are mine. All mine. Your pussy is mine.” Faster.

“I love filling you with my cum …” and in a moment of passion – she felt it. He came. Ryan was not like others. He did not thrust a few times, cum, and then pull out and be done. Ryan continued to fuck Summer. Long deep thrusts. And he didn’t stop. He kept going knowing Summer would follow. Just as he finished a last thrust, he reached down and slid his finger over her clit. After just a few touches he felt her begin to cum. He could tell – her pussy clamped down on his cock. She let out a guttural moan. And she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Only when he felt her body relax did Ryan slow down. Stop.

Ryan slowly slid out and stood up. He grabbed two bottles of water and two towels from the bathroom. As he turned to go back into the bedroom and there she was. Getting up, slowly undressing. Flashing that smile that made him melt. She continued to walk to him and said ‘Get undressed. I need a shower. And you are my shower buddy.”

Over the next 15 minutes they Adana Escort undressed, showered, and washed each other. After slow teasing by moth, Ryan lifted Summer up and pushed her against the walls. He slide inside as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. They kissed as Ryan slowly made love to Summer. Not like before – his was all about two people, living separate lives, coming together. That moment where career, family, and responsibility feel to the wayside. The came together, with Summer burning her face in his neck. No words this time. Just that look into each other’s eyes.

It wouldn’t be long before Summer had to leave. They dried off and curled up together on the bed. They talked about their day tomorrow. They had become more than lovers, but best friends. They listened to each other. They offered advice. This time had become precious. The pressure was gone. No competition. No need to be perfect. Just two equals, in love, sharing.

Noticing the time, Ryan decided he would give Summer one more opportunity. Pulling her close, he began to kiss her neck. Summer could tell immediately his plan – both the move to her weak spot and the growing cock under her. Ryan spun her so she was on top of him and moved his mouth down to her breasts. He loved how she responded as he began to suck her nipples. She squirmed on top of him. He could feel her getting wet again. Her wet pussy was rubbing against her thigh. Without moving his mouth, he guided her hips so she was right over him. Summer knew what he wanted. She reached down and began to stroke his cock. God she loved it. Not too big, definitely not too small. Thick enough to make her feel full, but not hurt. Quickly, she moved over, lifted up, and slide down on his cock. So full. She loved the feeling of his cock. The first time she saw it, she was shocked. It was hair free. Ryan waxed his cock and balls. It was so smooth. So soft. And when it entered her, it felt so raw. Ryan now had both of her tits in his hands, his mouth on her right nipple. She was bouncing up and down on his cock. Not her favorite position, but the power and control suited her. She looked straight down at him and the words escaped her mouth.

“Oh Ryan, I love your cock.” Up. Down.

“You fill me up so good.” Up. Down.

“I am fucking you. This is my cock.” Up. Down.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you!” Up. Down.

She heard him grunt and felt him expand. He was about to come. She was going to let him – and got a devilish idea. “If you come now I will punish you!” she screamed. And he couldn’t hold back. She felt him quiver and explode inside her. A few strokes and she took control. She quickly lifted off his cock, slid up his body, and planted her pussy on his mouth. Grabbing his hair she said “You came to soon – so make me come” knowing what this mean. Ryan didn’t hesitate. He slid his tongue and tasted the mixed taste of their sex. Quickly moving to her clit, he began to suck on it. Using the trail of liquid on his chest, left by Summer, he wet his finger. And slowly, while still sucking on her clit, pushed his finger into her arse. Summer instantly clenched her thighs tighter around her head and grabbed two fistfuls of his hair. She rode his mouth and tongue until she came as well. It was a strong orgasm for her as well. She felt her cum soak his face.

As Summer began to slow down, she rolled to the side. Ryan’s face was wet – and he pulled her close and kissed her. She could taste both of them. It made her weak. She loved that this man had no rules with her. They were so uninhibited.

Quickly, she jumped back in the shower. She had to dress and get home. She hated leaving Ryan – but they didn’t risk overnights in her home town. But soon, they would both be in Miami for work. That work was being extended a few days, but it was work.

She kissed him deeply and told him they would see each other tomorrow. And Summer quickly made it to her car and headed home.

Ryan was worn out. A shower of his own and then he headed down to swim a bit. He needed to stretch out his muscles. Get his mind off Summer. A quick text of ‘I hate it when you leave me like that ;)’ – but the ‘ 😉 ‘ part was a second line. It didn’t go through. Not realizing this, he got into the water to swim.

45 minutes later Ryan exited the pool. As he dried off he looked at his phone. Summer had texted him a few times – and she was clearly angry. ‘Oh shit’ he said, noticing he forgot the wink. So he hit send. By the time he got to his room, Summer was even angrier. He as laughing at her reaction? She felt used. Like this was just about a fuck. He felt like she was overreacting. He tried to explain his mistake. That just made her angrier. She quickly shut down her phone and went to bed. But she couldn’t sleep. She was seething. Was this just sex to Ryan? Was he just taking advantage of her?

Ryan was shocked. He had no idea how their communication got so out of line. Their relationship was passionate. Emotional. Adana Escort Bayan Like a bullet train. He went to be knowing he had to fix this. But he was not aware of just how angry she was.

Ryan woke up and sent a text early. He wanted Summer to know he was sorry. She didn’t write back. Not until his second text of the morning, after his first meeting. Her response was short. He tried to pry, but was shut down. Back and forth they went all morning, with his anger now building. When she final told him how angry was she was – he felt ashamed. He never wanted Summer to felt used. No this was not just sex. This was so much more. But as the texting continued, it got out of hand. Now Ryan was angry. He was so not focused all afternoon. He had a presentation not go well. He realized he had to fix the content and do it again in the morning. He told Summer ‘We might have to cut tonight short – I have a lot of work to for tomorrow’ and Summer stopped in her tracks. He was going to time box her? Now their intimacy had limits. Summer’s text back was ‘OK. I am busy too. Let’s just skip tonight’ and Ryan’s heart stop. They had never cancelled. They had worked side by side in bed together. They had met at 11 PM after a late work dinner. But this was something else. He tried to back peddle with text, but she didn’t respond.

Ryan sat in his room. It was 7 PM. There was a barely touched hamburger on the bed from room service. A bottle of Jack Daniels he got at the CVS across the street was beside him. He knew he had fucked up. The one thing that made him feel alive every day, he had torpedoed. Ryan connected his phone to the speaker next to the bed, selected one of his playlists for the gym. It was aggressive music. Heavy. Dark. Slayer. Pantera. Overkill. Megadeth. And he began to write. Being in the creative business, Ryan found that writing was therapeutic. He wrote. His glass was empty. He refilled it. The playlist had ended. He restarted it. Another drink. Another restart of the playlist. The words flew on the page. Pages later, he realized that he could not let Summer get away. He looked at the clock. It was 3 am. He called down to the front desk. How early would someone be in that could do errands? 5:30 am. Ok please send them up.

Ryan pulled a Thank You card out of his laptop case. He still believed in writing hand written thank you notes. It was personal. And he wrote

“Summer,

Thank you for your time. I look forward for the opportunity to work together in the future. I have sent my proposal to the email you gave me.

Best – Ryan”

Ryan knew Summer would understand. They had set up email addresses for each other. To share thoughts and messages. To that, he sent an email:

“Summer,

I apologize for what took place the last 24 hrs. I tried to make a funny joke and that clearly backfired. I love you and never want to take you for granted.

I know we have to be careful, but I wanted to do something. To show you how I feel. How much I care. How much I love you. How much I want you in my life. There is a messenger who is going to be at your car at 11:30. Please be there.

Love – Ryan”

Ryan took a shower and waited until the knock on his door. He handed the gentleman the card and a set of instructions. Plus two one hundred dollar bills. Ryan then got to work on his presentation for the day. He head was focused. He purposely did not look at this phone. He knew there could be something from Summer. He wanted to wait.

Summer got up and looked at her phone. No text. She was still angry – but she also knew she had overreacted. Ryan never took advantage of her. Even when she was spread eagle, tied, and blindfolded, she always trusted him. And then the back and forth. And the plans about tonight. Sigh. A busy day, but she needed to fix this.

She got to work, got to her desk, and heard her assistant come in. She had something from a messenger. This early? They were waiting for us when the first person got here. It was an envelope. The address – local. She opened it. She saw a small envelope. And there is was. Her name in his handwriting. What had he done? She opened it, worried it would be too personal. At work. She read it and she smiled. But noticed the subtle hint. Check your email.

Off to her laptop, she pulled up gmail. Opened another window and entered the address she had created for him. And there was his email. 11:30? She looked at her calendar. She could do that. She wanted to text him – but decided to wait.

At 11:25, she got up and walked out to her car. Already waiting for her, a gentleman with flowers. A dozen roses. Red, pink, white, yellow. And another card.

“Love, friendship, trust, inspiration

My deepest apologies.

I love you”

The gentleman spoke after she finished reading. “Ma’am, I am to ask you what you want to do with these. I can give them to you. I can deliver them everywhere else. Or I can return them to where they came and you can see them later.” Escort Adana Summer’s heart soared. This man, only knowing him for around six weeks, loved her. He knew they had to be discrete, but he also wanted to be romantic. To apologize as a man should, but without taking too big a risk. She smiled, knew what to do, and told the man he could take them back and she would see them later.

Back in her office, she took out a piece of paper. She wrote

“Thank you. I apologize too. See you later” and left a large impression of her lips under it. A quick photo, sent as a text, and she put it into her shredder.

Ryan felt his phone vibrate. He checked the time, 11:52. That could be her. He looked and smiled. He sent a note back.

“Room service. 7 PM. I just want to hold you.”

A few hours later, Ryan walked out of the bathroom. He saw Summer curled up under the covers. The dinner cart was on the side of the room. They had eaten. They had just cuddled. And then Summer had pulled out a scarf from her purse. She had wanted to play. He was going to have the marks on his wrist for a day or two. He had both of his hands over his head. She had teased him. Played with him.

She had stroked his cock slowly. She told him all the naughty things he had done. How he was going to be punished. She licked up the length of his cock. He so wanted his cock in her mouth – but no. She was in control. This was her time. She ran her tongue over the head. It was rock hard. She could feel him trying to lift his hips. ‘No No’ she said … and softly smacked his cock. You do what I say.

She knew what she was going to do. Ryan loved her ass. He teased it. Touched it. Loved to slide his finger inside. He wanted more of it, but they hadn’t gone there. But she decided that before he got more, she wanted a piece of his. This was that time. She slowly grabbed his cock harder … and began to tell him how she could not wait to suck it. Slide it down her throat. And with her other hand, she slide inside herself. She was wet. She ran her finger over his lips … and told him to lick it. He did and moaned. He licked. He took the finger in his mouth as she pushed it between his lips. Ryan was leaking precum. More than she had ever seen. She used her finger so she could taste it. She ran it along his lips as well. She was feeling so naughty. Slowly, she lifted his cock so it was vertical, and began to run her tongue around the head. She took the head into her mouth. And she decided it was time. Again, her finger entered her. She slid it in and out. Got it very wet. And as she took half of his cock in her mouth, she slowly lifted his balls. And slid her finger down until it teased his arse. She rubbed it around, and at the same time – took his entire cock into her mouth while sliding her finger inside his ass. His entire body stiffened. He cried out in shock. Summer used the saliva on his cock for more lubrication. Her finger entered his ass easier. She got deeper. She was looking for something they had talked about. A move to the back. Pushed deeper. There is was. It felt like a small rubber ball. His prostrate. And from what he said, the male version of his gspot. She let his cock slip out of her mouth as she began to rub it. His cock jumped. A river of precum. And Ryan looked right at her. She knew what she was doing. This was his greatest weakness. A flick of the tongue on his cock. A push deeper. His body tensed. Minutes later she felt his ass clench her finger. And she held his cock straight up as he came. It was explosive. It launched all over his chest. Some landed on her. She continued to coax his ass and cock. She began to slow down and let him complete his orgasm. Ryan was breathing heavy. As she slid her finger out of her ass, she reached up and untied the scarf. The passion and fire in his eyes was unmatched. Within seconds he had picked her up, carried her to the shower, and put her on the bench. Swiftly, he grabbed her ankles, lifted her legs high, spread them apart, and slide his semi hard cock deeply inside. Ryan put the legs on his shoulders and he fucked her with abandon. She had never seen this. He was pure lust. No words, just grunts and moans. It didn’t take long for Ryan to explode inside her, nor long for him to turn off the water and carry her to the bed. He took her from behind and became verbal. ‘So you think you can take my ass do you … maybe it’s time I take yours’ as his fingers rubbed all over her. ‘No, I will save that. For when you least expect it. When you are tied up and all mine. Right now, I am just going to fuck you silly’ and proceeded to fuck Summer harder, faster, and deeper than ever before. She felt every inch of her body on fire. She felt herself ready to cum. She felt herself pass out.

His memories behind him, He smiled and went to her. Happy this was past. Happy that they had worked through it. Happy they were so comfortable with each other. Happy he found her. He went to wake her up. She smiled as she opened her eyes. Ryan told her the time – time to go. Summer pulled him close and said ‘No, I am out of town for a meeting tomorrow morning. I am not going anywhere. So come hold me close.’ As Summer drifted off in his arms, Ryan told Summer ‘I love you. I am sorry. Let’s not do that again’

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Alaska

You were a complete stranger that I have never seen, but I had had many emails from you and our conversation were beginning to become quite intimate, but through these emails I felt that I had begun to get to know you really well.

We decided that it was time we met in the flesh.

I was nervous about meeting you, you knew how long it had been since my last relationship, but at the same time I was eager to see you, and to get to know you, to see if all that chemistry from our correspondence reflected in our meeting.

As the nature of your working condition was very stressful and not very pleasing to the eye, we wanted to meet somewhere where we could breath the fresh air, and feel the openness of the area, the destination was decided, it was to be Alaska.

The hours were drawing closer, and our first meeting was to become a reality. Nerves from me were paramount; I hoped my shyness would be endearing to you.

We had arrange to meet in the local national park, where the smell from lush green trees was intimate, but yet in the surrounding area you could see the snow peaks in the distant, the view was outstanding. It made the location of our meeting perfect.

Whilst I was looking around the surrounding area, a tall dark haired guy caught my attention, the strapping physic of him was outstanding, as you became closer towards me, a saw a glint in your eye, and you were holding a bunch of tulips, could this be you?

Sure enough after few Adana Escort moments, you greeted me with a huge smile on your face, this longed for meeting was overwhelming with excitement, desire, lust, and yet at some shyness.

After a few moments, of pleasantries we decided on walking along the trail, just chatting and glancing at one another, trying to suss out each others feelings, a playful banter began throughout our conversation, and each time I felt your hand touch me a surge of emotion swept through me, I wondered if you felt the same. My lust for you was beginning to control me.

Shortly, after our stroll viewing the landscape we paused near a huge tree to rest, it was here you gazed into my eyes, your hand move some hair that had fallen into my face, the sheer excitement and intensity of the moment was electrifying.

Sensing this, you leaned forward and kissed me, to which I responded, the urgency and need of the kissing became extremely intense and desire and need outweighed any inhibitions and fear of being caught. Our hands began tugging at each other’s clothing, the coldness of the mountain air became apparently as the loosening of clothing began, but that didn’t stop us.

You positioned me against the tree, your hands and fingers roamed down my body feeling my ample breasts, your tongue eagerly explored my very erect nipples from the excite ness of your touch and briskness of the cold.

Within minutes, you were fully aroused, an Adana Escort Bayan outline of your large cock was apparent in your jeans. I wanted you, and you knew it.

You noticed a broken tree trunk, pulling me towards it, you thrust me round and lifted up my flimsy skirt, revealing a lacy thong, your hands slipped inside my thong and your fingers moved towards my wet pussy, eagerly waiting for your touch. I can hear the excitement in your breathing at my cheek and feel your bulging cock against me.

Whilst your hands are probing inside my pussy, leaning up against you, I move my hands and start grasping at your jeans, undoing the button and zipper, waiting to release to your cock. Your cock falls from the jeans; you don’t have any boxers on.

We both are fully turned on, removing one of your hands from my wet pussy, you push me forward, dropping to your knees, I can feel your breathe against my bum. I feel your part my pussy lips, your tongue enters my pussy, no teasing, no messing, straight into my pussy, wanting you so much as I have desired, I feel I am going to cum in one licking motion, without a care in the world, my moans echo though the woods. Your tongue explores deep inside my pussy, flicking at my clit, and going back deep inside me, tasting the very wet juices that are seeping between my lips and onto my thighs.

Just after a few moments of you licking and exploring my clit, I let out a loud moan you know I am about to cum, with Escort Adana vigorous movements from your tongue flicking on my clit, my juice begin to flow as my orgasm explodes in your mouth, your mouth tries to suck up each and every drop of my juices. Easing off with the intensity of your tongue your hands grips hold of my pelvis, I drop to my hands and knees.

I can feel your cock jabbing at my cunt, using your hand you guide it into my moist pussy, you thrust hard into me, your hand returns back to my pelvis, pulling me towards, you being to pump me. I can feel you deep inside my pussy, still heavily turned on, your thrusting and throbbing inside begins to turn me on again, now and again your hands moves up my back and grabbing at tit before returning to my waist. I hear your grunting, the heavy breathing the feel of you fucking me. After several moments of hard firm desiring needing fucking, I feel you’re cum pour into my heavily wet pussy.

You slow down, lift me towards you, at a sideways angle our mouths find each other, our tongues darts in each others mouth, my hand reaches up towards your neck, for further support, whilst your cock is still inside me, you move one of your hands and began to masturbate my clit, within a few short moments of your fingers on my clit, I begin to moan with intense pleasure whilst still kissing you, I cum again.

The initial desire satisfied, you remove your cock; we rest on the ground pulling some initial clothing back onto us, as the cold is really noticeable now, before resting and laughing at what just occurred.

After being there for some minutes, we gather up the rest of our clothing and walk back towards the entrance of the woods where we decide to go for something to eat.

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The room is aglow with candle-light, the scent of orange and spice is in the air.

As I lay on a comfortable bed wearing nothing but a robe, a man – a stranger – approaches … clad only in shorts. The room is warm and he invites me to take off my robe … he offers a full body massage by way of a bribe. Looking at the strangers’ strong hands, shoulders & arms, I wet my lips and agree.

As I remove the robe, letting it fall to the floor, he turns to pick up a bottle of oil. I lay back down on the bed, this time on my stomach, and close my eyes waiting for my treat. I am anticipating his hands, but I still shiver when he touches me – I hear his deep chuckle … that’s when I know he’ll enjoy giving as much as I enjoy receiving.

His slow, strong strokes relax me and I feel myself starting to sink into a mindless state. As he nears my buttocks, I start to get wet. He quickly moves to my legs, and I experience a brief moment of regret. But his fingers are magic and I am putty again. He kneads his hands down my legs to my feet where he focuses his attention for a while. Mmmmmm … it feels so good.

He Adana Escort has me roll over onto my back. I’m almost drifting away, but I do as he asks keeping my eyes closed. I am enjoying the feel of his hands on my body. He continues rubbing my feet, then up to my ankles and my knees. I squirm a bit as he gets to my hips, but other than a light kiss just below my navel, he ignores my wet heat.

He straddles my legs to massage my stomach & chest, that’s when I feel his warm balls resting near my mons. I’m not as sleepy anymore. As he slowly massages up my torso in firm, widening circles, I can feel my breath start to come out faster.

Slowly he moves up to massage my breasts … taking care to avoid the nipples aching for his touch. It is almost torture … I arch my back trying to get him to take me in his hands. Finally! He rubs his oiled hands over my sensitive nipples, gently tugging and pulling on the peaks until they are hard for him. He leans forward and licks one, then blows over the wetness he’s made – I moan. He repeats the treatment on the other breast and I moan again.

To Adana Escort Bayan make the treat last, he moves to my arms and hands trying to make my body relax again. As he stretches over me, his erect cock rubs against my stomach. My wriggling to get closer alerts him – he chuckles as he scolds me and moves to the side of my body. Now the only touch is that of his hands again. My body releases some tension, and the muscles loosen. It’s a sensual roller coaster & I’m anticipating the grand finale.

As he finishes with my hands he asks me to roll over again. I am confused, a little disappointed, but excited – who knows what might come next. As I move I can smell my own musk – as he is near my feet he must smell it too, and I can’t help but wonder if it excites him to know he’s had this effect on me. That thought excites me.

I’m on my stomach again, my hands over my head as he requested. I feel languid & liquid all over, but especially slick between my legs. Then I feel his warm hands lightly caress my calves – his thumbs make a line up the center back of my leg from heel Escort Adana to buttock. My ass lifts to meet him, but he moves down to my feet and repeats the move. Over and over he strokes my legs like this … I want him to touch me and he continues to tease.

Finally he begins to massage my ass … mmmmm it feels good. His strong hands knead the muscle & flesh, he pulls and rolls as if he were molding me to a new shape. I softly moan with his moves. This feels like heaven.

Without warning he spreads my legs and he uses both hands to massage my sex. I gasp. I writhe. I moan. Within minutes my primed body cums hard. I am panting, but he doesn’t stop. He wants me to come for him again. He uses my juice to massage me, paying extra attention to my clit. He likes to be thorough, so he puts two fingers inside me to massage me inside and out. I groan as my hips rock with the movement of his fingers.

Then he pulls out and tells me to roll over – I do so and spread my legs wantonly for him. His mouth covers me, he uses his tongue, his teeth and his lips to make me cum for him again … and again.

As I lay exhausted but sated, he lightly strokes his hand across my breasts. He leans down to kiss my cheek and murmur praise in my ear. Then he covers my body to prevent a chill and walks away. I want to complain, but I’m so tired. Next time it will be his turn.

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“Crap. That was Judi on the phone.” Judi and my girlfriend Leigh had made plans to go out, but it seemed there was a problem and the plans had changed. “Judi invited me to an all male review tonight, but something has come up and she can’t go. Now I’m half way ready to go out and I was really looking forward to it.”

“So finish getting dressed and I’ll take you out,” I volunteer. We go out a lot and I always love our time together. We have incredible fun no matter where we end up.

“Uh… well, I was really looking forward to the male review. I doubt you’d find it to be as fun and interesting as Judi, but I don’t want to go alone and everyone is busy. Would you really go with me? I don’t want you getting angry or jealous — that would really spoil the fun. Besides, you might learn some new moves you can do for me when we get home AND I’m sure you’ll reap the benefits of me getting all revved up at the club,” she teased.

I wasn’t sure how badly she wanted me to go with her, but it was obvious that she wanted to go. If the tickets hadn’t been purchased she might have rescheduled, but she hates it when tickets go unused. I have always been comfortable with my sexuality and I had no problem going. I thought it might be interesting to see what women do and what they are like at their version of a strip club. So, to Leigh’s relief I replied, “Sure, I could always use a few new moves.”

We went out for a very nice dinner and Leigh seemed to be a bit anxious. I noticed because she’d had her typical couple of drinks with dinner, but she’d also had a few more. After dinner we seemed to linger at the table. I guess Leigh was a bit nervous about the evening. Whatever the reason, the longer we delayed, the more she drank. Finally she was ready — or perhaps sufficiently plowed — but we were headed for the club.

The club was filled with women of every size, shape, age, color, and culture, but I didn’t see another male patron in the place. I was the only guy in the audience, and we were the only couple. If you haven’t been to a club as a couple, it’s a fun and strange experience. You will be noticed. The patrons, the dancers, and the service people all seem to spend a little more time with you, give you more attention, and better service. This club was no different. I could see the heads turn and the eyes fall on us as we were led to our table.

The first dancer came out dressed like a cop. He was a well built guy in his mid 20’s with red hair. He quickly shed his outfit and danced around the room in a thong. The scene was a riot. The women hooted, hollered and whistled as he danced. He moved from one woman to the next and ground and danced with many of them. Eventually he made his way around to our table.

As “the cop” danced for my girlfriend the crowd cheered him on. There were whistles and lots of laughter and cheering.

The dancer turned my girlfriend around and stood behind her. He grabbed her hips and positioned her so she was bent over at the waist with her head towards my lap and her ass facing him. He began thrusting against her as he simulated fucking her while her head rested on my fully clothed cock.

The DJ played it up and all the women showed their approval with a roar of hoots and hollering. They all yelled and screamed encouragement for the well built dancer and me to pretend to double team my girlfriend.

After a few moments the dancer backed away from my girlfriend. She handed him a hand full of singles. The dancer leaned in and kissed my girlfriend on the cheek just as he did all the women he visited.

Then it was my turn.

I’m a straight guy — not mostly straight or not part time straight. I’m not a closet bi-sexual and I’m not a latent homosexual. I’m a straight guy that loves women. Men have never been any form of an attraction for me so having a nice looking guy in a thong dancing inches in front of me was kind of a weird moment in my life. I tried to smile and I waited patiently for him to finish so I could tip him and let him move on.

After a few seconds of dancing he stepped back and pulled the elastic of his thong out so I could slip in my tip money. As I reached out he turned towards my hand Adana Escort and he let the thong close over my hand. Once again the women in the place went wild with noise. I released the ones, withdrew my hand, and leaned back in my chair. “Officer G-string” had a beaming smile on his face as he gestured for the women to show their approval. They responded with even louder cheering. Then he moved on to the next table. I’m sure I looked like I’d just eaten a bug. However, Leigh was laughing so hard I thought she might need oxygen. All I could do was shake my head.

Well, at least he didn’t kiss me.

A few more dancers made their rounds. They would stop at the table, shake their junk, take their tips and move on. I made sure Leigh had plenty of tip money and I made sure her drink was always full. She seemed to enjoy her evening.

The next dancer was a matador — cape and all. It didn’t take him long to lose the costume and get down to his gold sequin thong. Like the others he began visiting the tables and racking up the tips. At some of the tables he would disappear under the cape with a lady from that table. You could see the outline of their heads moving very closely together. The audience was to assume that he was giving away passionate kisses beneath the cape — which he might well have done.

One of the women sitting near Leigh leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Leigh leaned back and said something back to her. Then another did the same and a third did it too. Each time Leigh would laugh and respond accompanied by a shoulder shrug, shake of her head or, a nod. The level of noise made it impossible for me to hear anything other than the music and the crowd.

I leaned over to ask Leigh what was up. She leaned over to listen to my question. At that same moment “El Matador” arrived at our table, draped the cape over both of us, and thrust his sequin thong towards our joined heads.

I had a hand full of dollars so I reached up to put some in his elastic waistband, but as I was pulling it away he pulled his hips away and his cock and balls sprang from beneath the skimpy cloth. I was shocked by this turn of events and let go of the elastic which instantly snapped shut leaving his package exposed. He then thrust back in and his escaped member collided squarely with Leigh’s cheek.

I must have looked stunned and shocked — not because he had a “mighty sword,” but because I couldn’t believe I was the one that let his cock out of the thong right in front of my girlfriend. I was imagining the police raiding the place and finding me under a cape with my girlfriend — apparently both of us blowing a matador. I don’t care how you phrase it; I don’t think anyone would really see this as “just a misunderstanding.”

Fortunately, Leigh had the sense to restore his limited modesty by return his cock and balls to the thong. She took the money from me and once again pulled his elastic out. She placed the money in the thong and then grabbed a handful of cock and balls to stuff them back into the thong. “El Matador” must have been pleased with this because he was doing his best to stroke his cock in and out of my girlfriend’s hand. I think it was at this point that Leigh realized she had a handful of a strangers cock in a crowded club and not more than 3 inches from her boyfriend’s face — because she paused for a second and then stopped what she had started to do.

She didn’t release the thong over his cock. Instead she pulled his cock back out and allowed him to continue to thrust at her hand. My eyes had been glued on what was happening and it took a couple thrusts for me to register all that had just happened. Then I realized that she was watching me. When I finally looked up at her, she broke into a smile — a devious smile.

She began to lick her lips and pout like there was something she wanted really badly, but couldn’t have. I’d seen her do this before when she was blowing me and I would pull my cock out of her mouth and keep it just on the edge of her lips. She opened her mouth as if she was going to take it in on the next thrust, but she turned away at just the last moment and let it slide through her hand Adana Escort Bayan and along her cheek or along her chin. She was having a great time playing up her role, all the while her eyes never left me.

After a couple of strokes she placed his now semi hard cock back in its gold sequin thong. Then she did something that I never would have expected. She opened the hand that had just been fucked and kissed it; then she gave me the deepest kiss she’d ever given me.

While we were kissing “El Matador” whipped the cape away and shouted, “Ole!!!”

Again the noise rocketed to a deafening crescendo.

When the kiss ended we both stood up and waved to the crowd. The crowd stood and cheered back. They didn’t see what had happened, but they were more than happy with their imagined events under the cape.

We played it up for the crowd with smiles and waives. Leigh slipped in behind me grabbed my hip with one hand and my hair with the other and began to hump me from behind. Again the crowd went nuts! And I was starting to think Leigh might have had just a little too much to drink.

She had quite the grip on me and was going at me like a crazed ass fiend. Before I could turn around one of the dancers approached her and said something to her. She released my waist, but yanked my head by the handful of hair and said that the women at the next table had bought her a private dance and that she’d be back in a couple of minutes.

I sat down and watched her walk away with a dancer. They went to the back of the club where couches were lined up against the wall. They sat down together and talked while they waited for the song to end so he could begin his private dance.

One of the women that had spoken to Leigh from the next table moved over to the seat next to me. She leaned over to speak to me. As she leaned closer she placed a hand on my thigh and slowly stroked her finger tips in a small circle and said, “I hope you don’t mind that we bought your wife a private dance. She seemed to be enjoying the dancers very much and we thought she should try the whole experience.”

Leigh and the dancer were laughing about something. The next song began and the dancer got up and began removing his clothes. Leigh was smiling and her eyes were glued to him.

“I don’t mind at all. I think she is having a great time. In fact, all the women here seem to be having a great time,” I replied. I didn’t bother to correct her about Leigh not being my wife or that this wasn’t our first trip to a strip club.

“Are YOU having a good time?” she asked and I felt the movement of her hand go higher on my thigh.

“I’m enjoying Leigh’s enjoyment,” I said as I nod towards my girlfriend. By then all the private dancers were completely naked. The quick pounding beat of the music stirred the dancers into a rhythmic movement that had their cocks swinging and swaying as they ground to the sound.

“We told the dancer we’d pay him an extra $100 if he could get her to take her shirt off. My friends and I would love to get a look at your girl’s tits while the dancer rubs his cock on and between them. That would be so HOT!” Again, her hand moved up my thigh and was now knocking at door of trouble.

“Well, I don’t think you’ll be paying out on that one. She’s unlikely to lose any clothing.” Leigh had been to a few clubs and although the dancers always try, they have never done anything more than loosen a few of her buttons.

The private dancers were all moving closer to their customers. Many of them would lower themselves so that their balls and/or cock rested on or slid along the thighs of the women that owned them for this dance. Leigh’s dancer was straddling one of her legs and had moved very close to her. His cock had to be rubbing against the front of her blouse or just inches from her face.

“Do you want to know what we asked your wife?” She asked with a slight air of teasing in her voice.

“Sure” I replied as if this were a typical conversation someone might have with a complete stranger.

“My blonde friend asked if the two of you came here for her or for you. Your wife said it was mostly for her, but it would ultimately Escort Adana be for both of you. My other friend asked if you were both bi-sexual or just your husband.” As she said it her caresses had reached my cock and balls. I admit that having her rub my cock through my pants felt good, but I was also uncomfortable about it. I didn’t know this woman and I didn’t think Leigh would understand so I shifted in my seat and moved around out of her reach.

She stood up and leaned down close to my ear and said, “I asked her if she ever dreamed or thought about bringing someone home to play with the two you.”

“She’s a beautiful woman. Believe me, I KNOW that men find her attractive, but we don’t play with others.” I said with a bit of pride in my voice.

“But you enjoy watching her watch other men. You said so yourself.”

“I said I enjoy her enjoyment.”

“Exactly and she is enjoying watching another man, isn’t she? I bet you’d enjoy watching her with another woman too. Do you think she would find it interesting to watch you with someone else?” Having said what her piece the woman squeezed my arm, gave me a wink and a smile and then left. She returned to her friends at their table. I could see they instantly wanted to hear what had happened at my table.

I had to admit Leigh was enjoying her private dance. This was clearly evident by the smile on her face and her complete fascination with the cock swaying before her eyes.

The song finished and I watched Leigh sit with her dancer while he dressed. Once he was clothed he took her hand and led her back to our table. He then kissed her cheek, thanked her for the dance, and then had a few words with the women that paid him.

“How was your dance?” I asked.

“That was HOT!” Leigh said breathlessly. “I’m ready to go. Let’s leave — NOW!” She led me out to the car but not before stopping and thanking the women that paid for the dance. I saw one of them hand her a business card.

When we got to the car Leigh had already unfastened her pants and had them off before she got it into the back seat.

“Wow! You are really worked up!” I said with surprise.

She slid her fingers through her pussy and put them to my lips. She was soaked and they tasted wonderful. Exactly the way I like.

“I can’t make it home. You’re going to have to get back here and fuck me — right now!” Leigh was on fire. I’d never seen her like this before.

In a flash I was in the back seat, my pants were undone, and my cock out. I rubbed it over her dripping pussy and then slid it in to the hilt. As soon as it was in she began to buck and fuck me like a wild crazed animal. In a matter of minutes we had both cum and lay in each other’s arms.

While I was catching my breath she did something I’d never seen any woman do. She dipped her fingers into her freshly fucked pussy. She then took her cum covered fingers and licked them clean. She did this several times and asked me if this bothered me. I let her know that it didn’t. She leaned in and gave me a very deep passionate kiss. When she broke the kiss she said, “I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m glad you had a great time tonight.” I said with all honesty.

Then she asked, “What I did tonight — did it bother you?” I let her know that it didn’t.

Actually I thought it was a fun night. I realized that I had — against all expectations — really enjoyed myself. “Baby, I love you. I know that you were just having fun and that what you were doing wasn’t going to hurt either of us. I hope you had fun tonight,” I said and I meant it.

With that Leigh pushed me onto my back and straddled my face.

“Lick me!” she demanded. Gravity began to bring the remainder of our juices out of her pussy and onto my lips.

I licked her very wet pussy and she seemed to love it! Once the dripping slowed, my tongue was free to move about and spent more time flicking on her clit. She came again even harder than just moments ago.

When things settled back down we pulled on clothes and climbed into the front seat of the car for the drive home. She said, “Thank you for being such a good sport. I’m really glad you came with me tonight.” I loved teasing you with those men. I knew you were surprised by my behavior, but you really did a great job of just letting me have some fun. I love you!

“I love you too and if it makes you this hot I will gladly go with you anytime you want!” I replied as we headed for home.

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The short synopsis of this story to date is included below, but reading the previous chapters may help. Also, in this chapter, I explore something that was recommended by a reviewer.

This is the continuing story of a cuckquean, my wife, Ann. She had been reading cuckold stories on line and decided that she was a cuckquean, a kind of female cuckold. This was based on how enthralled and excited she became by imagining me having sex with other women. I was shocked, but she pursued it. She didn’t show any tendencies toward the humiliation or denial part, but loved knowing I was having sex with other women. Apparently, this started with some voyeuristic tendencies about watching someone she was involved with have sex with another woman when she was in college and now she got off on thinking I was having sex with other women. I didn’t understand it, but she pursued it and I started doing so.

In the last chapter, I first described my night with Mary, my personal assistant who was leaving, and her friends Sandra and Carrie at a pre-bachelorette party. After the party, I got to have a threesome with Sandra, the bride-to-be, and Carrie, the maid of honor, and then fuck Mary. Ann loved hearing about that and had wanted a new movie to watch of me and another woman, so Ann made arrangements for her to film a fantasy fuck she envisioned between me and my secretary. She called Carrie to act as the secretary. Amazing, that’s all I could say.

—–

When we got home after the event at the office, Jo and the kids were just getting back from their museum trip. The rest of the weekend was normal and as we prepared for the new week, Ann had some instructions for me.

“You are not allowed to cum after Tuesday night this week. I have a special weekend event planned next Saturday and you need to be primed and ready.”

“I don’t need that long.” I was already running through what kind of scenarios she had in mind. Our friend Maria was still in Spain, and the other women I had played with had mostly moved on.

“Well, in any case, if you want sex from me and Jo, make in Monday and Tuesday nights.” She paused. “Also, Robert has a birthday party next Friday at 3pm. Do you want to do something with the girls?”

I thought about that. I had not spent as much time as I desired with my daughter and I knew that Jo’s daughters were having some trouble getting settled and were missing their father. “Yes, I think I do. I’ll let you know later, but things are going to be slow at work this week, so I’ll take Friday afternoon off.”

We left it at that and on Monday night, my wife rode me reverse cowgirl while watching the movie we had made last week with Carrie. She loved describing the action and it turned her on to talk about it as well as watch it. She must have had four orgasms in the 15 minutes we fucked. On Tuesday night, Jo wanted some cock, so Ann kept the kids busy while I feasted on and then fucked her pussy. She was a beautiful woman, a great person, and a good mother. It was great, but I was wondering if this was becoming too easy for her and would make it hard for her to move on.

On Wednesday, Ann reiterated that I had to abstain from any sex and not cum until Saturday. Of course I asked why, but she would not explain anything. She just said I would love it.

On Friday, with Robert having all his friends over for a birthday party and it being the boys and the moms, I took my daughter, Amy, and Jo’s daughters, Beth and Carla, out for an early dinner. I had celebrated with Robert for a while before we went so he wouldn’t miss me. We went to a pizza place and then I took them to the movies. They wanted to see the latest animated feature. After it was over, I noticed that Beth and Carla were much more relaxed and animated than when they first arrived. Things were starting to settle down for them after their parents’ separation.

On Saturday, Ann and I got up and she told me to wear a coat and tie. She pulled out a dress. Jo came in and giggled when I asked what was going on. She obviously knew what was happening. I went along without much of a fight because I figured my wife had something special in mind and she was great at arranging something special for me.

We left the house at 11am and Ann drove. She grinned when I asked where we were going. We were not heading toward anything that I knew, but I figured it had to be good if I couldn’t cum for the last few days. She was making me save it up for something.

We drove for about 30 minutes and then we pulled up in front of a nice house in the suburbs on the other side of our town. There were a few cars parked around it and a limo out front. I looked at Ann quizzically. She just grinned and we got out.

We rang the doorbell and it was opened by Carrie, the maid of honor in Sandra’s wedding that I had had quite an encounter with in chapters 10 and 11. She was wearing a robe and had on heels and all her makeup. Not sure what she had on under the robe, but I wanted to find out. Adana Escort She grinned. “C’mon in. We’re all in Sandra’s old room.”

I figured that meant that this was her childhood home and her parents lived here. “Where are her parents?”

Carrie grinned. “We told them to get the hell out because they were hovering. They went to the church to meet us there.” She continued to lead us up the stairs to Sandra’s room and I finally figured out that this was Sandra’s wedding day.

Just before we got to Sandra’s room, Ann stopped me while Carrie stood there and listened. She put her hand out and held me back. “When we get in there, just let me take the lead, okay? Carrie tells me that Mark likes the idea of Sandra fucking other men. I think he gets off on it. So when I give the commands as to what we are going to do, just follow along. Please? Trust me?”

I stared at her and looked at Carrie briefly. Carrie just nodded. “Okay, Ann. I trust you and will do what you say.”

When we went in, Sandra was sitting on the bed in a robe as well, and appeared to be waiting for us.

“We have a little time before I have to put my dress on and head to the church. I was hoping you could help me out.”

“With what?”

Sandra looked at Ann. “So I guess your wife didn’t tell you? I teased Mark saying that I was going to go to the altar with another man’s cum in my pussy, and he got excited by it.” She grinned evilly. “Carrie told me about your last little get-together, so I figured you’d be up for it, so to speak.”

Ann spoke before I could get started. “Absolutely.” She turned to me. “Take off your pants and get ready to fill Sandra’s slutty little pussy with cum.” Ann apparently had gone into dirty talk mode, which was becoming more prevalent. Then she turned to Sandra. “Take off your robe.”

Sandra grinned and stood up. She dropped her robe and was standing there in a white garter belt, white stockings, white thong, and white bra. She grinned and sat back down.

Ann looked at her. “Really? White?” She chuckled and Carrie laughed. Sandra took it well; she grinned and shrugged. Ann turned to Carrie. “Okay, get Sandra ready.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Carrie knelt between Sandra’s legs and Sandra leaned back onto her elbows. Carrie kissed Sandra on each thigh and Sandra inhaled sharply at each teasing nip. Then Carrie pulled Sandra’s thong aside and lavished attention onto her pussy. She licked and kissed and sucked.

While she was doing that, Ann came over and stroked my hardening cock. She turned toward the women. “Sandra, we have something to discuss while Carrie is eating your pussy. I have been thinking about this and I have a deal for you.” Sandra looked up at her and tried to listen while Carrie was servicing her pussy. Carrie was obviously very good at this.

Ann seemed to decide that she couldn’t get Sandra’s attention this way so she tapped Carrie on the shoulder. “Move aside and get your phone.” Carrie popped up and retrieved her phone while Ann pushed me between Sandra’s legs. She looked down. “Nice, shaved pussy you little slut.” Ann was definitely pushing Sandra.

Ann turned to me. “Rub your cock up and down her slit, but don’t fuck her.” Ann turned to Carrie. “Ready?” Carried nodded. “Okay, take a picture and send it to Mark. Tell him to call when he gets it.”

“Wait!” Sandra realized that something was going on that she didn’t prepare for.

“Just lay there and listen slut.” Ann was getting pretty demanding and controlling. More than when we played with this kind of thing before. “I’m going to push your husband into letting John fuck you first after you are married. I think he likes seeing you get fucked and I’m going to push for that.”

“But I don’t think I want to go there.” Sandra appeared concerned by this.

“Too bad. That’s where we are going. And just to make sure, you are not going to get fucked by my husband, he’s just going to cum in your slutty pussy. He’s not going to fuck you until tonight.”

Sandra stared up at Ann while I rubbed my cock along her slit. She seemed to be in shock. Then Carrie’s phone finally rang.

Ann took the phone and answered it. “Hello, this is Ann.” Pause. “Yes, that’s my husband rubbing his cock along your little fucking slut’s pussy.” Longer pause. “Yes, I know. She said she told you that she was going to walk down the aisle like a hotwife slut with a pussy full of cum from another man. You like that idea?” Pause. “Well, I don’t know. If you want a blowjob from another woman as reciprocation, then that’s up to you. I’m only here to deal with your future wife.” Mark talked a little longer. “So I think you get off on seeing your wife getting fucked, right?” There must have been a hesitant pause. “Mark? I know you do because Carrie told me that you admitted it when she was sucking your cock during your threesome.” Ann smiled at whatever Mark said. “Well, like I said, whatever you work out after this is between you and Sandra, but I think you Adana Escort Bayan and I both know that you like hearing and seeing Sandra get fucked. I mean, who wouldn’t? She’s a hot little slut and really enjoys sex. I can see why you would like to watch her as she gets pleasured by another man, your own personal porn star.” Ann stared at me as she listened to Mark’s latest response. “Okay, this is how it’s going to work. I’m going to let my husband fill this slut up with cum, but only if you agree that he gets to be the first to fuck and fill her up once she’s your slut wife later tonight. Agreed?”

I couldn’t believe how much Ann was pushing this. I couldn’t understand her motivation here. I knew she liked to see me fucking other women, but what did she get out of pushing Mark’s buttons? What was the idea here?

I was pulled out of my reverie by Ann talking again. “Okay, good. Call us when you leave the reception and we’ll be at the hotel, in the bar, waiting.” She hung up the phone.

Ann came over and stood next to me. “Carrie, get in there and suck my husband’s cock.” She turned to me. “When you are ready to cum, John, just shove your cock into that wet cunt there and fill it up. For now, just rub her pussy and clit and keep her excited.”

Sandra started to say something on protest, but my wife slapped her on the thigh. “Just lay there and get ready, slut.” Sandra closed her mouth and continued to stare, seemingly shocked by this turn of events, and yet doing nothing to stop it.

And so we did as Ann commanded. And she was definitely making it seem like a command. Carrie started sucking my cock and I took my right hand and rubbed Sandra’s pussy, making sure to include her clit. Sandra stared at me at first and then began to get into it. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. I think maybe she was also getting used to and getting turned on by what Ann was setting up here.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about what Ann was preparing, but I was definitely enjoying Carrie’s cock-sucking. She was excellent and pretty soon I was ready to cum.

“Here it comes!” I pulled out of Carrie’s mouth and plunged my wet cock into Sandra’s pussy. She groaned, I moaned, and Carrie reached between my legs from behind and rubbed my balls. I emptied them into Sandra. I mean really emptied them. I kept cumming and cumming. Maybe I was turned on by the idea of taking a bride on her wedding night, too.

“Fuck!” I let out that exclamation as I finally felt like collapsing on top of Sandra. Ann was standing next to me and held onto me, keeping me from doing so.

Carrie stood up next to me and looked down at Sandra. Sandra was laying there basking in the sex she had just received. Her legs were limply hanging over the edge of the bed and she was breathing hard and had a light sheen of perspiration on her. Carrie reached over and ran her left hand over both of Sandra’s tits. Sandra moaned.

Carried giggled. “What a slut!”

Sandra smiled and opened her eyes. “What have you guys gotten me into?”

Ann looked down at her. “I’ve gotten the two of you exactly what you want. You want to be a hotwife and your husband likes watching you get fucked. I’m not saying he’s a true cuckold because it sounds like he wants to swing with you, but he definitely likes watching you get pleasured.”

Sandra watched Ann closely. “Kind of like how you like to watch your husband fuck other women.”

“That’s not really the same. I have no desire to fuck other men, but I love watching John fuck and cum in some pretty little slut.” Ann patted me on the ass. “I like it even more if I can control it. It’s a bit different than you and Mark.”

“I can see that.” Sandra looked at me.

Then Ann called a halt to all our fun and said we had to get out of there so that Sandra could get married. We did and Ann drove us home. We were going to wait there until about 9pm, then head to the bar at the hotel where they were staying before the newly married couple took off for their honeymoon in the Caribbean.

We relaxed and I played a few games with my kids and then about 9pm, Ann and I got in the car and headed for the hotel where we would meet Sandra and Mark. I was a little apprehensive and told her.

“Don’t worry about it.” Ann seemed nonplussed. “After discussing it with Carrie and Mark, I knew all would be okay.”

“Wait. You discussed this with Mark before today when you called him from Sandra’s house?”

Ann grinned. “Yes. Mark and I had this planned and he went along with making it look the way it did for Sandra’s sake. He wanted it to seem like he was a little forced into it because he didn’t want to fess up to Sandra about his feelings yet.”

I shook my head. “You are a pretty sneaky one, aren’t you?”

Ann kept smiling. “You don’t seem to mind as long as it gets you laid.”

“And you don’t seem to mind as long as you get to direct the action and see me fuck someone.” I reached over and ran my hand up her leg Escort Adana and she sighed.

“Don’t worry, you are going to owe me a good hard one tomorrow.”

At this moment we had reached the hotel so as soon as Ann parked she turned directly towards me. She wanted to talk some more before we got out. “I admit I should have read you in earlier, but I thought it would be fun to see how you took it. I’m sorry that I did that. I didn’t think you’d mind once you found out.”

I stared at her for a second. “I don’t mind, but you could have told me ahead of time.”

“I know.” She placed her hand on mine. “Is this okay?”

I put my other hand over hers. “Yes, it is. I love you. I’m just surprised at some actions you will take sometimes.”

Ann chuckled a little. “Me, too.” She opened her door. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

We went into the bar and sat down and ordered a drink. It was almost 10pm by now, but we knew they planned on getting here about 11pm. They had a 7am flight to Miami for their Caribbean cruise. We had just ordered our second drink when Carrie showed up with a backpack over her shoulder. I was a little shocked, thinking she wasn’t coming.

Carrie kissed us both on the cheek and sat down. I turned to Ann. “I didn’t know Carrie was going to be here.”

Ann shrugged her shoulders and winked. “Who else is going to hold the movie camera?”

I looked over at Carrie and she gave me one of those conspiratorial grins.

“You guys are dangerous.”

Ann reached over and grabbed my hand. “That’s why you love me.”

“Yeah, right.”

They both giggled at that.

Finally, about 11pm, Ann’s phone rang. She grinned and answered. “Yes?” Pause. “Okay, we’ll meet you at the elevators.”

We walked toward the elevators and this is the first time I got to see Mark. He was young, about my size, and pretty good looking from what I could tell. He shook our hands and seemed to blush a little, but otherwise appeared to be okay. Sandra looked flushed and hot, even in her wedding dress.

When we got to the room, Ann immediately took charge.

“Carrie, set the camera up here for the first part.” Carrie scrambled to put the video camera on a tripod and we all just watched. “Okay, Mark, get undressed. Carrie, help Sandra out of her dress so that we can get that hung up.”

Once Mark was undressed and Carrie and Sandra had hung up her wedding dress, Ann turned to Carrie. “Okay, handcuff him.”

Carrie went to her backpack and pulled out two pairs of mink-lined handcuffs. Ann pulled a chair from the desk over right next to the bed and told Mark to sit down. Then Carrie handcuffed him. She took his arms and handcuffed them to the bottom of the arms of the chair so that his arms were outside the arms. His dick was already hard. It was a little shorter and skinnier than mine, but he wasn’t small.

Ann went over to Sandra and held out her hand. “Panties.”

Sandra took off her panties and placed them into Ann’s hand. It was apparent that they were raunchy from the mix of her and my juices from earlier. She had on dirty panties all day.

Ann walked over to Mark. “Open wide.” She grinned lewdly as Mark realized what was happening. Ann was going to put those cum soaked panties into his mouth. He hesitated for a moment so Ann slapped him on the thigh. It wasn’t hard, but it was effective. He immediately opened his mouth. Ann wadded up the panties and put them into his mouth. “Enjoy!”

Ann turned to me. “Okay, strip.” I did immediately. While I was doing that, Carrie went and picked up the camera. It was running to capture the opening, but now it was time for the sex and Ann wanted her to move around and capture the action.

“Right over here.” Ann pointed to a spot directly in front of Mark’s chair, indicating where she wanted me. “Sandra, get over here and show Mark how you like to suck cock.”

Sandra hesitated and then looked at Mark. He didn’t seem mad or upset, just excited as his dick continued to stick straight up. Sandra looked at it and then decided that it was okay. She came over right in front of him and grabbed my cock. Sandra looked at Mark as she first lowered her head and started sucking my cock. She was a good cock-sucker, so I enjoyed it. I also kept looking over at Mark and he stared as his wife sucked my cock. She seemed to really get into showing off for him and started to lick and suck as she kept looking over at him. She even made sure to slurp and come off my cock with a pop a couple of times. But then Ann decided it was time to move on.

“Okay, Sandra. Lay back on the bed with your ass right at the edge.” Sandra scrambled to comply. “Scoot over here so you are close to hubby.” She did. Ann had her scoot over so that her left leg was almost right at the front of Mark and his chair, but left enough room for me to get in there and fuck her. Ann then turned to me. “Okay, honey, warm her up a little. Run your cock up and down her slit.”

I stepped forward and did so. Sandra was still propped up on her elbows watching me and Mark. As I rubbed my cock through her slit and thrust my hips so that the head went up and over her clit, she leaned back more and more until she was flat. I looked up at Ann and slowly eased my cock into Sandra’s pussy.

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PART 1: LITTLE CORNER OFFICE

It all began when I needed a bigger allowance to feed my addition to gadgets. I had been working several part-time jobs, including being a courier in my district.

So I asked my courier company to hand me more shifts, and got assigned to deliver evenings to the commercial district. The commercial district was refurbished from rows of very old, low-rise shophouses. Today, they house air-conditioned modern offices.

I was puzzled that so many offices would be open after normal working hours, but many actually operated through the night as their businesses covered several time zones.

On my first assignment, the supervisor had me send three items. The last addressee was hard to locate. Luckily a phone number was on the parcel, and I called. A female voice answered and gave me directions. No wonder I was lost! The office was in a secluded corner of the complex, and only reachable by an inconspicuous lift retrofitted into the shophouse façade.

I pressed “4” on the panel and the doors opened to a small, private lobby, adorned by pots of plastic plants in corners and a bench for waiting visitors. The actual entrance to the office was a thick wooden door with an opening at eye level, so staff could see who’s calling. The whole place looked homey — more private residence than office.

Upon ringing, the door slit opened and suddenly my trip was worthwhile. There appeared a gorgeous face: fair, chiselled cheeks; shimming, re-bonded hair; large, iridescent eyes looking right into me.

After an awkward pause, I remembered my job. “Er, delivery….”

“Ah!” she chirped. “You managed to find this place!”

“Er, not without your help!”

“I got lost too, when I first started working here,” she chimed.

Since that friendly exchange, I hoped to be mesmerized by that pretty face and melodious voice again….

X X X

On my next delivery to the secluded office, the pretty office lady recognized me. She asked if I was a full-time courier because I looked ‘a little young’. I explained that I was a student doing this for the extra money.

“That’s good. Everyone should get some working experience as young as possible. It helps!” She quipped.

“And…. what…. about you?” I took the chance get to know the pretty-face better.

“Ohhh, I work here, as you can see. I’m actually a secretary, but my job involves taking overseas calls. So I work the night shift because it’s office hours in the foreign offices.”

“You’re alone?”

“Yup.”

“Must be pretty lonely all by yourself, night after night.”

She exhaled a short sigh, cut short probably because she realized it improper to complain to a stranger. “What-to-do? Just do what the company says.”

“What does your company, er, do?”

She gave a lengthy explanation on how her logistics employer operated, and how only a skeleton staff was needed here, because most of the footwork had been outsourced, and her office didn’t physically handle the goods they coordinated.

That voice was so crisp and sweet and I wished I could just listen to her all night. Whenever I began to be sedated by that voice, I stirred and realized I needed to punctuate the conversation with more questions, which ended up being lame.

“Your, uh, family must tolerate you sleeping all day then.”

“Oh, my husband understands.” The eyes drooped a little.

I was agape. “Husband? I didn’t expect you to be married!”

A giggle. “And why not?”

“You…. you look so young!” I blurted bluntly.

The eyes tinkled. “Why, thank you….”

“Just how old are you?”

“Oh my, you want to know everything, don’t you?” she teased accusingly. “How old do you think I am?”

I guessed 22, or 25 at most. She surprised me with her real age: 30.

“Oh wow, your husband is so lucky!” I exclaimed tactlessly. “It’s like marrying a pretty schoolgirl!”

She chuckled. “Yes, lucky him.” Silence for a moment. “Looks like I’m more suited for bashful schoolboys like you.”

My cheeks heated up, and it seemed both of us felt awkward. Then I changed the topic, and asked what her office looked like. The lobby was unusually homey for a commercial unit, and I was curious what the actual office was like.

“I’m not supposed to let anyone in just like that, you know,” she said. “Why don’t I just let you peek through this gap?”

I was about to reply that I didn’t really want to look, but the face had moved back. So I just went forward and tiptoed to glance.

To my surprise, the office was only slightly wider than a corridor, with tables lined along its length and space just enough for everyone who walk up and down the room’s extent. I couldn’t see the entire room, but it seemed there were larger rooms and areas beyond my sight.

I whistled to express my surprise at the narrowness of her work space.

She pursed her lips. “I know, but you can just entertain yourself on the Internet,” she groused.

I peered at her as she spoke. She leaned on the desk next to the entrance, hands on tabletop supporting her weight. She was facing the Adana Escort left instead of the door, so I got a good side view of her, accentuated by her pink, buttoned cloth blouse and tight black pants. I visually traced her nicely contoured chest, from its obvious spherical protrusion from her side. And that bum…… what a bum!

Her bum rested on the table, flesh rounding out a little because of her applied weight. That weight lifted itself off now, and the bum still looked very tight and toned. It was shapely indeed, curving out bold contours from her thighs and waist. Then it turned out of my view as the secretary neared me.

“Seen enough?”

I stammered, “Y-yeah,” instinctively interpreting her question to mean her, not the office. It was an overreaction.

“So…. what else can I help you with?” she chimed. And I remembered to ask the most important question.

“What’s your name?”

“Venus.”

“Wow… Like the goddess?”

“I get that all… the… time…”

“Well…… you look the part!” I blurted.

A giggle. “And your name?”

“Teddy.”

“You’re too skinny for a bear!”

And then Venus said she had better get back to work. She bade me goodbye and said she hoped to speak to me again.

I hoped it was real soon….

PART 2: SMALL TALK

When I next rang the doorbell to that office, I was fidgeting and adjusting my collar, like a man waiting for his date to appear.

The gap opened to reveal Venus’ angelic face.

“Hi….hiii,” I stammered.

Venus smiled. “Hi.”

I clumsily shoved the envelope into the gap, muttering, “I believe this is yours.”

To which Venus giggled, “You…. believe? And if it’s not?”

That rattled me. “I mean…. I’m sure…. it’s right!”

I tried be cool about it, but things only got harder when Venus went further out to a table to sign my receipt.

Tonight, Venus wore a dowdy white, tight skirt and a dark blue top that reflected faint sheens off the clinical office lights. I caught sight of her dark lacy panty, clearly visible through that tight, white skirt. Roving my eyes up, I perceived a matching bra beneath her blue blouse, from the same flowery patterns imprinted on the silky cloth.

I mentally removed that tight clothing and visualised her in her lingerie, taking in every alluring bend of her outline.

When I woke up from daydreaming, Venus had been trying to pass my receipt to me, and had been holding it at the door slit for a while. He hurried took it and tried to chat with her.

Me: So… how’s things?

Venus (winks, sending jolt down my spine): The same boring routine….

Me: Well…. why not change jobs? I’ve read that working at night harms your health in the long run. (What was I saying? I want her here!)

Venus: Maybe you have a point…. What’s more, this arrangement is affecting my relationship with my husband.

Me: Huh? Why?

Venus: You’re a nosy one, aren’t you?

Me: No, er, I’m just asking…. Since you mentioned….

Venus: He’s out working in the day, and I’m out at night. We hardly see each other. The only thing he does is make a nice cup of cocoa before I leave for work…. And then he goes to bed.

I never knew why, but whenever someone started pouring out her problems, my eyes would feel droopy immediately.

I tuned out and let Venus’ melodious voice fill my ears, while my eyes roved all over her.

Venus was sitting on a table while pouring out her frustrations. She stroked the wooden surface with one hand, and tilted her head down in deep thought.

Her steamy silhouette was beautifully enhanced by how her attire fit snugly around the narrow curves, and made room for her fleshy protrusions. Her bum jutted proudly off her hips, narrowing itself at where her thighs began. At the peak of her flat abdomen rested two mounds, large enough to arouse, but not saggy, and proportional to her whole form. They rested snugly on lacy bra, two neatly packed packages of flesh.

If the proverbial Venus were a real person, this was as close as she could get….

Venus: …..and lately he doesn’t even seem interested in making love to me.

Me: Really??

Venus: Sigh…. I shouldn’t bore a bright-eyed schoolboy like you with my adult problems.

Me: No…. I…. I’d be happy to help! If you need to stay on this job, I can… chat with you on an app…. or even call you….

Venus: Why, thank you Ted! (charming smile that sent more volts onto my nerves) So now you think you’re an SOS counsellor, too?

Me: N-nothing better than hearing your voice!

Venus chuckled. Oh, how that turned me on already! As she bent down to give me her phone and chat ID on paper, she unknowingly gave me the treat of the night — a side view of her sweet silhouette with all their curves. She was bent at near-90 degrees, legs straight, breasts burdened by gravity and threatening to burst her blouse.

Thank goodness the door hid my erection!

Perspiring and eager, I took the paper from Venus. It was a phone number and email. With a final smile and wordless goodbye, Adana Escort Bayan she closed the door gap.

Later that night, I was back in my room at home, thinking that she should still be in office since she worked the night shift. Somehow a lump formed in my throat when I neared my phone, and I abandoned the idea of calling her.

I had some trouble sleeping, and fought a lingering erection….

X X X

For the past few nights, I had been logging on every hour and finally found her. Our short online chat went something like this (V for Venus, T for me):

V: hi

T: HI HI

V: wow u seem excited to c me

T: M I?

V: the CAPS

T: OH, I bn lookin fr u.

T: u nt online last few dayz

V: So I’m becoming popular!

V: I’m not online on all days

T: so I’m in luck today!

V: 🙂

T: busy tdy?

V: not too bad

T: y don’t u cum online more often?

V: hehe.

V: I only do that when I’m relly bored.

T: nt a net person?

V: No.

T: I think it’s better to hear your voice too

V: Then…?

T: but chatting online lets me think of what to say first

V: Whys that impt?

T: I get nervous wif u in person

V: Haha how come??

T: I just do

V: You don’t need to be.

V: Just be yrself!

V: I think you’re a very nice person

T: ORLY?

V: 🙂

T: 🙂

V: I like to see u being yrself

V: Its fine

T: glad to heer it!

I won’t bore you with the rest of the conversation, which was on how her school life was like, and making comparisons to mine. We even compared our love lives in school!

X X X

A small exchange with Venus online made me a bit embarrassed just now. It went something like this:

T: nice to c u cum online again!

V: do you do that on purpose?

T: do wat

V: Use ‘cum’ instead of ‘come’.

T: Wats wrng

V: Do you noe the original meaning of ‘cum’

T: er yah I tink

T: but I use it on habit n becos its short form

V: Not so innocent after all!

T: maybe I noe more thngs than u!

V: I don’t think so boy boy!

T: old maid!

V: haha so sharp-tongued

T: 🙂

X X X

I was feeling a little braver than usual today, and decided to take my relationship with Venus to the ‘next level’.

I actually picked up the phone and called her while she was at work! This was how it went….

V: Hello?

T: Whatever happened to formal company greetings?

V: Who’s this?

T: Just me, Teddy….

V: Oh you scared me!

T: Aren’t you supposed to say, “How can I help you?”

V: You aren’t my boss so…. none of your business!

T: I…. got bored…. so decided to call you for a chit-chat.

V: Don’t you have schoolgirls your age for that?

T: You…. you’re different. Maybe I just get along with mature women.

V: (giggles) You make me feel old!

T: No-no-no…. you look like a schoolgirl to me, so I won’t feel much difference! Anyway girls my age aren’t very interested in me.

V: How can it be? I find you interesting.

T: Like I said — I hit it off with mature women. (And in so many more ways than you think!)

V: (giggles) If you were my age I’d have ignored you. I’d think you’re hitting on me!

T: If you were my age maybe I won’t notice you too!

V: Hey I was pretty wild in my schooling days, all right?

(That aroused me. I imagined her in just kinky lingerie, sitting seductively at her desk, and talking with a flirtatious look on her face. I pulled down my pyjamas and touched myself.)

T: Like how?

(Stroking myself….)

V: That’s…. not for you to know.

T: Let’s just say I know these things inside out. (Quickened my masturbating) So…. aren’t you still wild now?

V: Look at me! All alone in a boring night shift! Is this wild?

T: If you don’t like it, why stay?

V: I’d like nothing better than to be a stay-at-home wife!

T: But then…. you won’t be talking to me right here and now. I’ll be lonely….

V: You don’t own me, boy-boy! Too bad! Find a girl your age!

That last line turned me on even more. It was a challenge of sorts, to test if I could ‘conquer’ Venus. We continued our chat on forgettable topics; unbeknownst to her, I was soon lying on my bed, wantonly masturbating while whispering sweetly to her.

The only hint of my dirty act was a quick sigh halfway through the conversation, when I came as surreptitiously as I could, to her chiming voice and my wild imagination.

X X X

I found Venus had online again. Deciding to pull a trick on her, I “accidentally” sent her a dirty chat message meant for “someone else”. This was what happened.

T: I wanna butter you up and roast you

V:??

T: OH SRY SRY

T: it’s not meant for you

T: pretend you never saw it

V: What’s wrong

V: Who did you want to eat

T: Nthg nthg!

V: You seem nervous abt Escort Adana it

V: Is there some other meaning to ‘roast’?

T: er you dun wanna know

V: tell me

T: u wil think I am disgusting

V: I insist!

T: a dirty little boy

V: All men are dirty anyway!

T: ok…

T: it’s like a girl havg sex with many men

V: that’s it?

(The conversation was getting steamy at this point. I wanted a good masturbation and went on….)

T: imagine if you’re in centre of room surrounded by men whose faces you can never remember the next day

T: you agreed to this of course, because you wanted to live on the edge

T: many men surrounding you, the lone source of their desires, their minds singly bent on possessing you completely

(Grabbing my neighbour’s stolen bra, I used it to swap my aroused shaft. What bra? That’s another story….)

T: Together they hold you in their multitude arms and peel you rapidly down

T: You feel strange at such overwhelming attention, and struggle out of instinct The arms only hold fast and soon you are exposed and available

T: And so the faceless men do nasty things to you

V: Like wat??

(I sighed and pleasured my shaft harder with the bra.)

T: you take many cocks at once

T: jammed into every orifice their dirty minds can imagine

T: they fuck you like animals, drowned in desire

T: there is one man below you, erect with lust

T: they make you ride him

T: you take one cock in each hand,

T: rubbing their entire lengths tenderly

T: each tries jabbing your ear when it finds your fingers inadequate

T: there’s one more in front of you,

T: which you take in your face

T: one more man cups your tits from behind,

T: running his filthy hands all over the soft flesh

(I was now swiping my rod at a frantic pace, and had trouble typing with my free hand….)

T: and now the men shift your position

T: you’re made to lie on top of the man you were riding

T: another rams his member into your ass from behind

T: you’re made to service two cocks with your mouth

T: one after the other and both never getting enough

T: more men look on and pleasure themselves at the sight of you possessed

(I restrained my groans, feeling the cum build up from insides my hard cock. I did my best to visualise the scenario I described, and kept pace with my rubbing.)

T: then the men all cum,

T: spilling their steamy love juices all over you,

T: your face, your breasts, your creamy body, and inside your ass and love hole.

V: WOW

(Hot jizz squirted from my throbbing cock. I squeezed my cock and came and squeezed and came more…. into the stolen bra. There was a long pause online, because the orgasm prevented me from typing for a while.)

T: sry I think I went too far

V: What have you been reading?? lol

V: Very fertile imagination for your age!

V: And strangely you type properly when you described it!

T: u angry?

(I used the stolen bra, wet with cum, to wipe myself off.)

V: Angry? No.

V: You should write such stories. Everyone loves porn!

T: Rly?

V: Amused! I can almost see myself there. Heehee!

That last sentence brought me hope! The amount of come I ejaculated was too much, and really soaked that flimsy bra.

I made up my mind to sneak over to my neighbour’s flat to get another garment…. and that’s another story.

PART 3: OPEN DOOR

For the last few months I was making slow and steady progress on Venus. On the surface, she appeared to be a serious working lady who took her job and marriage seriously; but as I found out, she had a dirty side, like most women….

When I delivered her latest parcel today, she remarked, “You look happy to be here!”

“Why s-shouldn’t I?” I quipped.

“You want to come in?”

“C-can I??” I spurted excitedly. I was afraid she would see the lump in my trousers when she opened the door, but she had turned the other way to let me view her office.

The office was narrow and poorly-lit, with only a few tables lined in a single row. The boss’ office was the only separate room, to the left of the front area where the only windows were. The office rear was partly covered by thick curtains.

“Grab a drink if you want,” Venus offered. “Just go behind the curtains.”

I pulled back the curtains to reveal a small, dark pantry. A fridge contained canned drinks for anyone who cared for them. There was a short counter and sink, topped by worn cabinets. At the very back was the emergency exit.

Why did Venus invite me in? Was she signalling that she was already willing to go further?? Remembering my manners, I returned with 2 canned drinks.

Venus looked pleased. “You’re getting smart!” she exclaimed as she opened one can.

We settled down on the sofa by the entrance.

“It’s nice talking to you, Teddy,” Venus confessed tenderly. “It really kills the loneliness….”

“No…. no problem.” I stammered, as my gaze had already wandered to the protruding areas below her face, and locked on the most interesting bits.

“I actually feel more relaxed with you than my husband.”

“What? No….”

Venus stared forlornly at the floor. I tried my best to keep the conversation going. “Maybe it’s his job….”

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(A good friend of mine caught his brother in a lie. The question is, did his wife and girlfriend catch him in that same lie? I wonder. Oh well, only one way to find out I suppose.)

“Have you told her yet?”

Tom fidgeted with his tie, pretending not to hear his brother James.

Tom then wiped some lint off his jacket and pondered over whether or not he was in the mood to talk about it. He decided he wasn’t.

Jenny was the one good thing that had happened to him for as long as he could remember. He wasn’t about to let the truth get in the way of their fledging relationship.

“You can pretend you don’t hear me all you want. But I know your hearing is just fine!”

Tom stroked his fingers through his wavy brown hair. Then he glanced at the blue eyes in the mirror that Jenny had once referred to as ‘alluring and purposeful.’

James threw up his arms in frustration. “You don’t wanna talk about it? Fine, just say you don’t wanna talk about it, but this silent treatment is annoying. What a beautiful and intelligent woman like Jenny sees in a crumb like you, I’ll never understand.”

“So now I’m a crumb just because I’m dating someone nice, is that it?”

“No, you’re a crumb because you’re withholding information from her that may be vital to her deciding whether or not she wants to keep seeing you.”

“I think she’s falling for me.”

“And that is precisely my point. She is falling for you, only she thinks you’re divorced, not merely separated.”

“Same thing.”

“The hell it is. Both things are as far from the east is to the west that you can possibly get.”

“I don’t see how. I never intend on getting back with Susan.”

“Yeah, but Susan has said she wants to get back with you.”

“Look, she fucked off on me in the middle of our marriage so she could going running off to be with her former millionaire boyfriend. They were together for a whole six months, jet setting around the world to different exotic places, and now, when she found out he was cheating on her, and that he was only using her for sex, she suddenly kicks him to the curb and is desperate for me to take her back. I went through six months of hell, trying to heal and crying my eyes out. But guess what? I’m over her now, and I’ve moved on. My lawyer has given her divorce papers.”

“Yeah, but is she gonna sign them?”

“Whether she does or whether she doesn’t, it makes absolutely no fucking difference. My lawyer says that since she was the one to abandon the marriage and that she did so committing adultery, her financial claim in the divorce will be minimal. Thank God we didn’t have any children together.”

“So there’s no chance whatsoever of you giving Susan a second chance?”

“What’s the matter with you? You brain dead? I just finished saying I’ve moved onto Jenny.”

James studied him the way a drunk studied an empty wine bottle. Nothing of any value left.

“You’ve moved onto Jenny, and Jenny is moving onto you, only Susan is moving back to you and the least you could do is warn Jenny that there is baggage floating around out there that could come back to bite her on her pretty black ass.”

“I hardly think that her pretty ass being black has anything to do with it.”

“The hell it doesn’t. Black women are sensitive about competing with a white woman for their man and vice versa. Having some half deranged white bitchy ex suddenly threatening an unsuspecting black girlfriend over stealing her husband might not go down so well with Jenny. Sooner or later Susan is gonna know who your new girl is, and she is going to make sure she makes Jenny’s life hell while she tries sabotages your relationship with her in a hurry.”

“I’ve already told Susan to fuck off in a dozen different ways. I’m sure she gets the message.”

“If she gets the message, then why is she clogging up your voice mail with repeated pleas to get back together, and why is she knocking at my damn door at all hours of the day and night? Ever since I agreed to let you move in with me, your ex has been harassing the shit out of me. I keep telling her you’re not interested and she keeps telling me to give you all kinds of stupid messages. I warned her that I was going to get a restraining order against her but she just won’t listen.”

“She’ll go away eventually if you and I keep on ignoring her.”

“Maybe, but in the meantime it’s me she’s harassing because I’m your brother and you are staying with me. I don’t know why the hell you couldn’t have just kept your damn townhome. Why sell it?”

“Because Susan kept showing up there, that’s why. And she was using it as leverage to keep contacting me with legal papers about separation of assets. This way the damn property is already sold, and her lawyer has her half sitting in a bank account for her. I’ve already given her one of our two cars and split our savings account down the middle. My lawyer says she has no reason to bother me anymore.”

“That’s why she’s bothering me, asshole, cause she can’t bother Adana Escort you, and quite frankly, I’m getting a little sick of it.”

“You threatened to get a restraining order, so go get one.”

“First of all, there are countless hours to waist filling out paperwork in triplicate, then I have to testify to show cause, then I have to pay twenty-seven hundred dollars. I don’t have that kind of money to waist.”

“I’ll give you the money.”

“I don’t want your money. If I get a restraining order against Susan coming to my home, then she’ll just start showing up at my work or at the gym, asking me to get you to call her. You need to tell Jenny about Susan so it won’t come as a complete shock when Jenny is confronted by her one day.”

“Jenny’s not gonna know about her.”

“The hell she isn’t. I heard one of the messages on my voicemail, asking, and I quote, ‘who that black bitch was you were having coffee with.’ She is stalking you, and she is obsessed with you, and it is making my life very uncomfortable. Sooner or later Susan is going to follow Jenny home or to work and start harassing her as well. At least if you tell Jenny about her, then she can brace herself for the worse.”

“And if Jenny decides she doesn’t want to be with me because I’m not actually divorced like I said, but merely separated? I can’t afford to lose her. Susan will go away. The longer I ignore her is the-“

“…the longer she is going to keep on bothering me! We both know that. And you pretending it isn’t so, isn’t going to make it any less real. But you’re very unfair in not telling Jenny about it. You’re waiting until her heart falls for you before saying anything, trying to get her hooked on you first, and that just isn’t fair.”

XXX

“Hi mother.”

“Don’t mother me. First you give me the salacious details of some handsome hunk you’re dating, then you stop talking to me for a whole week. You’ve ignored my phone messages to the point where your box is full and won’t take no more messages.”

“Sorry ma. Just wanted to make sure I was actually falling for the guy before I gave you any more details. And, as usual, I wanted my guy to check him out first.”

“You mean your friend Ronald from the police dispatch?”

“Yep, the one and the same. He ran Tom’s license plates and he is indeed living with his brother as he said.”

“Why the heck is a grown man living with his brother?”

“He sold his home a couple months back, and Ronald was able to look up real estate listings as well. Only, the house was in both his and some woman’s name, and the woman had his last name.”

“Hmmm, a little suspicious if you ask me. Like as in a wife he hasn’t told you about?”

“No, as in a sister he has told me about. I told him about the old listing I’d seen, and at first he was a little indignant that I was checking up on him, but then he opened up and said that he and his siblings were very close. He went on to say he’d been living with his sister but that both she and he parted company because they were both looking to get married. Ronald checked the ownership of the present condo he is living at and sure enough, it’s in his brother’s name, so it all makes sense.”

“What all makes sense?”

“The fact he would have been living with his sister since he is currently living with his brother.”

“If you say so. But I guess it sounds about right. And I like the part about him selling his old place so he can find a new place for some potential bride. Hopefully that bride will be you.

“Hopefully.”

“As for his workplace, was he lying about being a top salesman with some pharmaceutical company?”

“That checked out too. Tom makes a good salary with commission and bonuses, according to Ronald’s snooping.”

“Hmmm, sounds like you owe that Ronald a great big fat sloppy kiss. Too bad you and Ronald never hit it off. You introduced me once and he was, if I recall, quite the hunk.”

“That he was, but if you will remember me also saying, he is also gay.”

“Ah yes, how could I have forgotten? I forget stuff so easily now. But I guess it is true what they say, that all the good ones are either in jail or gay.”

“Except for Tom. He is actually available.”

“Has he ever been married? Had kids?”

“He told me yes, that he was married but that they had an amicable split and that she is married to someone else now. He added that they’d had no children. That’s a plus. No baggage. His ex is with someone else, and there are no kids for me to have to bond with or meet.”

“So you said earlier you were waiting to feel out your heart before you chatted with me about this Tom any further. I guess the fact you’re chatting with me now simply means that you have felt out your heart and you think you actually love the guy?”

“Something like that.”

“Something like that? You might wanna be sure before you start telling your mind that your heart is all in. What if you start spreading your legs for this guy?”

There Adana Escort Bayan was a pause, with no answer.

“That’s it, isn’t it? You’ve started having sex with this man and now you’re so deep into the guy you’re starting to wonder about shacking up?”

“No one is shacking up, mother. And no, we haven’t had sex yet, although-“

“Although what?”

“Although we’re close. He has a wicked set of lips that sets my mouth ablaze and he for some reason seems to know how to push all my damn buttons. For a white guy he certainly has a really big, well you know?”

“No, I don’t know. You mean cock? He has a really big cock? And when were you going to tell me he was white? You’ve never dated white guys before? And how would you know if his cock was big unless you two have, well, you know.”

“He is the first white guy I’ve dated, that’s true. But there is just so much mighty fine chemistry between us. He makes me laugh and uplifts my spirits. As for his you know what, well, we were necking and petting very heavily one day last week, and I got a little carried away, letting him pull down my top. His lips and tongue were setting my damn breasts on fire when out of the blue I hear his zipper going down and presto, out comes Mr. White Cobra, just as fine a piece of super thick foot long as you could ever imagine, hard as steel, and it took every ounce of willpower I could muster to back away from actually doing it. I asked him to put it back into his pants, but I don’t mind saying that the sight of it made me so damn hot and bothered that I thought I was going to pass out from the arousal. The Lord only knows how I didn’t cave in and go all the way with him.”

“Hmmm, you’ve been burned on dating sites before with men who have lied about themselves. I’m glad you at least got this guy checked out by Ronald.”

“I’ll say. Ronald is such a sweetheart. He even followed Tom around one weekend and he didn’t see any sign of any girlfriend. So I’ve decided that Tom is my man for now, and that…and that…well, never mind.”

“And that you are about to make Tom your lover, is that it? Is that what you were going to say?”

“You know me like a book, momma. Yes, we have a date tonight and I am going to let him take me home then invite him in to spend the night.”

“Sounds exciting.”

Jenny sighed happily. “Glad you approve. I haven’t allowed myself to make love to a man in over two years. The last three months with Tom has inspired my mind, aroused my body, touched my heart, not to mention let my spirit finally soar out of its cage. I’m going to go all the way with him tonight.”

“All the way? Are you sure? That’s a big step. But it does sound like you’ve managed to fall in love with him for real. And how does he feel about you?”

“The same, or even more so. He says I am the best thing that has ever happened to him. He says that whenever he is around me that he feels alive and vibrant. He says that hearing my voice on the phone or even seeing my name on a waiting email message can brighten up his day or even make his day completely. He says his is falling in love with me for sure and I believe him. He also says…well, never mind.”

“There you go again, dangling the bait to get me all interested then yanking the hook away when I start to bite. What does he also say?”

“He also says he would like to buy me something, well, not that he hasn’t bought me things before, like lots of dinners, a necklace, some shoes and a really expensive perfume. Only this time he asked for my ring size.”

“No fooling?”

“No fooling.”

“Wow, sounds like you two are in pretty deep.”

“I’ll say. We have lunch or dinner almost every day. And we chat constantly. It’s like I’ve known him all my life.”

“I’ve heard that saying before, mind you, but not from your lips. So I guess its official. You’ve found the man of your dreams, even if he is white.”

“Especially if he is white. I wasn’t having much luck with black men, even though all my friends are happily married to dreamy black guys. To each his own, I guess.”

“I guess. So where do you go from here, besides inviting him in to your place tonight for the ‘coffee, tea or me’ routine?”

“Well, if he’s asked for my ring size, then duh? Can an actual ring be far behind? And a date for a wedding set after that?”

“I’m so very happy for you, my child. Only are you sure things are as real as they seem? I mean, I get the sense from listening to you that things are progressing so damn fast? Maybe too fast? Don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to put a damper on your mood. It’s just that I’d hate to see you get your hopes up, only to see him start to back track. Some guys are like that, you know. They sound like they’re ready to promise you the world and suddenly they stop delivering, except in the bedroom of course. We all know they never stop performing in there.”

“Don’t be so pessimistic, momma. Tom is one man that I think would never actually Escort Adana lie to me. He seems so genuine and rock solid.”

“Well, for your sake, I hope you’re right, because acting rock solid is usually what guys start doing just before the ground they’re worshipping you on, turns to quick sand.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better, momma. You’re supposed to encourage me getting married and giving you grand kids.”

“Nothing would please me more than to see that happen my child. Only make sure that the man knocking you up is still gonna be around when that baby comes popping out of you nine months later. And until you’re sure, make damn certain he wears a rubber.”

“I will, momma. I most certainly will.”

“Because the last thing you need in your life right now is some intrusive little ankle biter unless you are absolutely ready for it.”

“I understand, momma. I really do.”

XXX

Tom checked nervously in the rear view mirror. He had been extra careful going to the restaurant, making sure he wasn’t being followed by her blue Toyota. So far so good. He had spotted Susan staking out his brother’s condo earlier in the day, but had lost Susan when she tried to follow him to Jenny’s condo. Susan didn’t know yet, therefore, where Jenny lived or who she was. Neither did the snooping obsessed Susan know which restaurant he had taken the woman of his dreams to.

As things stood now, he and Jenny had emerged from their meal and were headed back to Jenny’s condo. Jenny had already hinted strongly that she would like him to spend the night. There was no blue Toyota anywhere to be seen.

“You seem nervous,” Jenny said, somewhat perplexed as she gripped his arm. “Almost as if you are scanning the parking lot, looking for some particular car?”

“Not really,” he whispered back, kicking himself for being so obvious. “I just like to check out cars is all. I’ve been thinking about buying a new one. I like to check out the different models.”

She narrowed her eyes into two inquisitive slats. His explanation stank of rotting fish. Guys checked out cars on car sales lots, not parking lots. Still, unless there was something more definitive for her to sink her suspicious teeth into, she knew she would have to take him at his word. She hadn’t, up till now, caught him in any lies. Still, the thought now subdued her jovial mood. She was planning to hump his brains out tonight for the very first time. She now wondered, therefore, if her trust in him was perhaps somewhat misplaced. Was he hiding something from her? But if he was, she certainly couldn’t think of what it might possibly be. And he was keeping his cards close to his vest.

“You’re not seeing someone else, are you?” she asked, almost in a deathly whisper, her heart and mind ready to come apart at the seams. She had put all her trust and belief in him. He was the man of her dreams, the man she hoped to marry one day, and the man she was about to hop into bed with for the very first time.

They reached his car and he opened the door for her. She noticed him take another quick glance over his shoulder. Just who or what the fuck was he looking for?

He instinctively surveyed the other cars quickly. The only new car in the parking lot not already there when he had arrived was a white Honda Civic, but no blue Toyota. His ploy at losing Susan on the road had worked.

“You still seem preoccupied with the other cars in the parking lot,” she accused politely.

“You’re reading too much into things,” he explained. “I like to look around, force of habit.”

She again studied his eyes carefully, and picked up on a twinge of deception. Yes, he did indeed look around a lot. The question was why? Force of habit? That made no sense. Something would have to cause it to be a force of habit. There had to be a reason. People tended not to look over their shoulder a lot unless they were on the defensive. But why would he possibly be on the defensive?

She sat down and waited as he shut her door then slipped around to the driver’s side, sitting next to her then slamming his door shut.

She looked deep into his gorgeous blue eyes then squeezed his cheeks between her thumb and index finger. If something was going on with him then she needed to know about it before she got herself in any deeper.

“Ouch, that actually hurts.”

“Not half as much as it’s going to hurt me if I discover you’ve been fucking around on me,” she whispered ominously. “My heart has a lot invested in you. You’re not seeing anyone else besides me, are you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Good, because I would literally come apart at the seams if you were lying to me. I’m a very jealous girl.”

She let go of his face and surveyed her own fragile mind and the sensitive thoughts that went along with it. She had already made up her mind that tonight would be the night that she would spread her legs for him. She had made herself far too horny throughout the day thinking about it. There was no going back now. Her nipples were lit up like stubs of damn desperate iron, and her pussy was squirming with rabid turn on. She just had to make love to him. She just HAD to!

She kept a close eye on him as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove out onto the connecting side road.

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As I walked from my office to my room, the all familiar cloud of gloom and self hatred sank upon me. My religion said this sort of thing was wrong, but the desires were so uncontrollable and so strong, seemingly impossible to fight or subdue. My thoughts drifted back to her, it had been months, almost a year since we were together. My first and only girlfriend; my only ever sexual partner. Sex was for marriage, it was clear and we struggled for years in vain, only to lose self control one night and never be able to take it back. I thought we were going to get married, I blanketed myself in excuses to do, to for fill that longing desire deep down that’s inside all of us, I need it, the closeness, the love, the intimacy. All over now, just me and my hand these days, I hated myself for it, but It made life easier. I was focused on my career and filled my life with enough distractions to not chase any more girls. Church was helping too, direction and focus is what I need in my life, I was really going somewhere, except for this insatiable desire inside me to for fill my sexual needs.

It had been two months up here, moving from the ‘big city’ to the beach. Somehow I’d managed to build a house, quite a nice house, at the age of 22. It was Thursday, my house warming party was on Saturday, and I’d invited all my friends from the city up for the weekend. I still considered my ex as a friend, and as such invited her out of courtesy, not expecting her to come. I work from home, remotely looking after all the computer equipment for my company and developing software. This affords me a lot of flexibility, pays well, but, doesn’t give me much social interaction; all communications are through email, and the occasional phone call. This ties in well with my theory of not chasing girls, the less people I see, the less desire I will have, but the only downside is it leads to a lonely life, sitting down to dinner with either the TV or the Computer night after night. When opportunity arises, I invite my friends up for the weekend or overnight and it so happens I had invited Mel and Steve up the night before my housewarming party. Steve was one of my closet mates; we have been friends since High School, some eight or nine years ago. Shae, my ex, had invited her cousin, Mel, up from out of state to her birthday one year, and in turn met Steve. She eventually moved up and they now live together. It is through these two that I still see Shae occasionally.

During work earlier today, I had received an email from Shae asking if it was ok if she came up the night before my house warming because Mel and Steve were going to be here. She could come up straight after work, and it wouldn’t be weird because Mel I did clean the house, and made sure all the preparations were complete for the party the following day. My mind was amuck with so many feelings. My hatred of masturbation, confusion over Shae and all the ‘what if’s’ that accompanied her. What if she came on to me? What will I do? Sex before marriage is wrong, but my body’s urges suppress that if I want it bad enough, Its happened before, it will happen again. Then the guilt sets in, I can’t even trick myself into it, we aren’t even in a committed relationship? Maybe I’m just over reacting, definitely over reacting. Even when we were having regular sex, I always had to ask for it. She never initiated anything, finally setting my mind was at ease. Nothing was going to happen, I was sure of it.

“People don’t change, and no girl anywhere ever wants to have sex.” My favourite quotes from the Tv shows House and Family Guy bought a smile to my face. I knew it wasn’t entirely true, but nevertheless it is true for a lot of the population, and it certainly applied to Shae.

Before I knew it I heard a tap tap at the door. I peaked out the blinds to see a weird car in the driveway. A big white four wheel drive. My mind raced, I don’t know anyone with a white four wheel drive? I walked around the corner out towards the front door; hesitantly unsure of whom I was going to see. Shae.

I glanced at my watch, it was only 4pm? Did she have a new car? Doesn’t she finish work at 5pm, and have an hour drive to get here? Why is she so early? I smiled and opened the front door.

“Hi!,” she said, reaching out to give me one of those uncomfortable hugs where you just briefly touch shoulders, whilst keeping your head as far away as possible. I obliged and returned the hug, smiling on the inside at the awkwardness of the moment. The sunnies looked cool, and so did the skirt. Shae was always quite prude. She was about 5 ft 11, with quite a generous figure. She played a lot of sport which kept her weight under control but I always suspected that if she stopped she would push herself into the slightly overweight category. She always dressed modestly, generally in baggy sports gear and only ever Adana Escort showed off her feminine figure when pressed by me. The skirt was quite short; coming to around mid thigh, and it was definitely new. The only other skirt she had that short was the one I bought her, so she must have bought this herself. I kept my inspection and conclusions to myself, and proceeded to start conversation with her.

“You’re early?”

“Aah yes, I am!,” she said with a girlish enthusiasm, and a cheeky smile.

I did remember her mentioning the new car she bought, but I believe this was the first time I’d seen it. I peered my head around the corner to get a better view of her car, “so this is the new car?’

“Yep, you’ve seen it before, don’t you remember?”

Shit, I didn’t remember, my mind was running through our last couple of encounters, I didn’t want to say no, I really hate being rude, but I didn’t have a choice. Quick make a joke, laugh it off.

“Was I drunk?,” funnily enough it might of been true. I had been drunk a lot lately.

“No, but it sounds like your drinking is affecting your memory.,” she said sarcastically.

“Well give me the tour of your car, then we’ll do the house,” I knew she wanted to gloat about it. It was a nice car, probably worth about 15 thousand, not a bad step up from her last car. She proceeded to show me the car. She liked all the little features, which I found rather useless, but nevertheless she seems quite pleased with it.

Then the tour of the house began. She was familiar with the plan and layout of the house, she had just never seen it finished. The first room you encounter is the master bedroom, my room. It was rather stupidly massive, and very void of furniture. I could barely afford the mortgage, so I was just living on minimum furnishings. Consequently the room looks massive, as it only contains a queen size bed. A quick peek into the walk in robe, then onto the ensuite. She oo’hd and aa’hd at the shower and the double vanity station, and then she had a big bright smile when she saw the spa. It wasn’t a grand spa, but it still did the job.

Did I just see a sparkle in her eye? It might have been in my imagination, it must have been.

“I want to have a spa later on ok?”

“Yeah sure,” I said.

We continued on to the rest of the house, and eventually ended up outside on the patio. We sat down and began to talk.

“So why are you here so early?”

“Well, you see,” she paused.

“I didn’t work today; I took a RDO and just checked emails from home. Then I got bored, so I decided that I would come up here.”

“Oh, ok then” I said, “I don’t think Mel and Steve will be arriving till around seven, Steve doesn’t get home till five thirty these days”

“Yeah, Mel said that, I’m not intruding or anything am I? I guess I just assumed it would be ok for me to hang out here with you, Sorry”

“Oh it’s ok, we have a lot to catch up on anyways,” I said smiling. It was true, we hadn’t talked in ages, I couldn’t even remember her car!

“To tell the truth, I was very surprised to see you in such a short skirt!,” I said with a smile.

“Haha, I though you would like it,” she said.

“Well it’s going to be interesting later on,” I said half laughing, “Your hopeless in short skirts, I bet you end up flashing everyone before the night is out, especially when the drinking starts”

“Oh really?” she said obviously slightly embarrassed by my statement. “I wear stuff like this a lot more now, it attracts the boys easier.” She had a huge grin on her face.

“The boys eh?”

“Nah, not really.” She proceeded to tell me about her recent partying experiences, seems I’m not the only one who hasn’t moved onto a new relationship yet. She has made out with a few guys on the dance floor, but nothing more than that. I had done even less, haven’t even kissed anyone since the break up. I asked her why she hasn’t got a new man yet, and her response was she hasn’t found the right guy.

She asked the same question back at me, but I guess I didn’t really have an explanation. I lied to her and told her the same reason; just leaving out the fact I never really tried. I met plenty of chicks when I was out, but just never pursued them or asked for phone numbers. I think I just felt the timing wasn’t right.

We moved on to her family, and I was bought up to date with all the latest events. Her younger brother was finally doing something with his life, becoming an apprentice carpenter.

‘Finally!’ I said to her.

“Yeah I know, he actually really seems happy now too, it’s great.”

“Pity he is starting two years late, but nevertheless good for him.”

We continued chatting about nothing important; I gave her a few details of my job now that i work from home. I explained that I still do all the Adana Escort Bayan same stuff, just from home, then went on to tell her that I think the boss plans to shut down the office completely and I’m the test pilot for his work from home plans. My eyes wandered down to her legs. She was sitting cross legged on the seat, and leaning back. I bet if I leant forward I could see up her skirt! I stopped myself from leaning forward, and cursed myself for thinking such a thing. I knew what was there anyway, it’s not like is a surprise I told myself. I had seen it many times; my mouth and fingers knew the area quite well. I bet she still refuses to shave I thought to myself. Dammit! Stop thinking about that! I was slapping myself in the face, in my mind. I looked away and asked her, “Did you bring up anything to drink? I have some bourbon and coke to mix, but you don’t like bourbon do you?”

“Nah, I don’t, and I didn’t bring up anything. Mel and I were going to go get some wine when she arrives.”

“Oh ok then, well would you like a glass of coke? I’m going to get a head start on you.” I poked my tongue out at her.

She smiled and said, “Yeah thanks”

I came back with two drinks. I sat down and noticed that she had moved on the seat, and was now sitting like a bloke does with her legs slightly spread, sort of slumping down into the chair. Knock Knock!

“Steve and Mel have arrived” I said as I jumped up out of my seat. I bet there is a good view from the other side of the table, I thought to myself as I proceeded to walk the way I envisioned in my head. I glanced at Shae and sure enough I could just see bright yellow, pink and white strips at the junction of her legs.

“Ha-ha, flasher,” I said, feeling very proud of myself! “And the drinks haven’t even started yet!”

Her face instantly turned a shade of red, “Dammit, oh well, nothing you haven’t seen. If I’m flashing and you notice, can you discreetly tell me, don’t want to give Steve a free show,” she said laughing. She got up and followed me out to the front door. We greeted Mel and Steve, and it was decided we were doing a food and drinks run. Shae wanted to show off her car, so we all jumped in and headed to the shops.

Once dinner was out of the way, and everyone had caught up with each other, we cranked some music and chilled out on the patio. The conversations were lively and the bourbon bottle was finished and the second bottle was opened. Steve and I were making quite a dent on it already and the girls where onto their second bottle of wine. Then disaster struck. Steve said something to Mel in private, and she was instantly mad. It was close to midnight and Mel stormed of and went to the guest room were Steve and Mel were sleeping. That made me realise we didn’t organise a place for Shae to sleep, but I remembered the sofa bed in the lounge room and decided she could sleep there. We each took turns in talking to Mel, but she wasn’t interested in re-joining the conversation. Too many drinks, and inconsiderate boyfriend had pushed her over the edge, and all she wanted to do was sleep.

“Guess you’re not getting any tonight buddy,” I said to Steve.

He shrugged. He didn’t look too concerned, and frankly none of us were. This wasn’t the first time Mel had done this; it was becoming quite a regular occurrence. She was a great girl, I think she just needs to cut back on the drinks and a lot of the problems will go away.

“She’ll be fine tomorrow, she always is,” he said proving my point exactly.

The conversation had died, and Steve was heading to bed.

“Night dudes.”

“Night Steve, be nice to Mel ok?” I said with a smile.

“She’ll be fine, seeya tomorrow,” said Shae.

Soon as Steve was gone, I gulped down my drink and headed into the kitchen to do a quick clean up. Shae’s conversation from earlier that night jumped into my head and I was puzzled. “If I’m flashing and you notice, can you discreetly tell me, don’t want to give Steve a free show.” Guys really aren’t very good at this are they, I thought to myself. I was trying to read between the lines, but the writing was proving very hard to read. Did she mean the show is free for me? What did she mean by if I notice? Does she want me to constantly see if I can see her panties? Is it an invitation? Will I not get in trouble for trying to look? Does she think I’m some kind of perv? Well I did bring it up originally, guess it makes sense.

“I want to take that spa now,” Shae said as she walked in bring more dishes. She placed them down on the bench and looked at me quizzically. She was obviously quite drunk, but not as much as me. I was feeling a little sick, but quite buzzed. I love this feeling I thought to myself, life is easy like this.

“Sure,” I said, pausing “but you know, my spa is a naked spa.”

What Escort Adana did I say? What am I doing? I think I just basically invited her to come have sex, but, well I’m not sure.

She laughed, and said, “Is that so!” She turned and walked off towards the master bedroom, and I followed.

I watched her arse as she walked in front of me. While she walked she unclipped her hair and it sprang free. She had crazy hair, it was brown and shoulder length, but really curly. After a day of being held together it sprang out into an afro. She did still look good, even though I had convinced myself otherwise after the break up. This is crazy I thought to myself, you’re about to go past the point of no return I said to myself, or maybe that point has already passed. My intoxication hit me and gave me courage to suppress the religion drummed into me since child hood. I wanted this, I knew what was going to happen and I wasn’t going to fight it. Her arse did look delicious. I smiled to myself as I reflected on the night, she had done quite well throughout the night with the whole flashing incident. I could only remember about five or six times when she had slipped, but it was only momentary, only enough to wet ones appetite. Maybe it was intentional?

She walked into the ensuite and turned on the hot water. She adjusted the mixer and once she was satisfied with the temperature she said, “I’ll be right back; I have my bathers in the car.”

My heart sank. I had got myself all worked up and worried for nothing! I was devastated, and quickly blurted,

“But this is a naked spa, no clothing allowed!”

She didn’t say anything; she just smiled and walked out to her car. I heard the front door open and then it close as she came back towards the ensuite. She closed my bedroom door behind her, and came into the ensuite. She gave me one of those looks which means, leave the room now. So I obliged, and went out and sat on my bed. She didn’t take long, only a few seconds and came out wearing her bikini top and skirt still, and said to me,

“I don’t have any bottoms to wear.”

“Oh well that’s just too bad then,” I said with a grin,

“Hahaha,” she laughed, “I’ll just wear my undies. Are you coming in?”

The spa wasn’t very big, you could fit two people, but you would want to be extremely close to each other, certainly wouldn’t be the ideal situation to be with ones ex’s. There would be constant touching to the stage where you would be sitting in each other’s lap. I was confused! What if she doesn’t want to have sex? This would be torture!

“Well I don’t know, it’s supposed to be a naked spa.” My mind was made up, I was going for it. Damn the consequences tomorrow can wait, religion can wait, it doesn’t matter what other poeple think, I need this, she wants this, and well at least I think she wants this.

“Just get in.” she said.

I had to go turn the pump on, which was out in the garage. When I returned, she was in the spa, wearing only her undies and bikini top. She was nicely tanned surprisingly, and her boobs looked amazing. They were floating in the water, as only boobs can. I guess I have always been a boob man, and Shae certainly didn’t disappoint. They were big, good lovely generous handfuls, and they were super sensitive. They always demanded a lot of attention, and I was happy to oblige. I couldn’t see much else, for the bubbles but it was definitely sexy. I stripped of my clothes and jumped in the spa, wearing only my bonds briefs. I was proud of my body, I had been going to the gym for almost a year now, and had lost around 10 kgs. I had slowly built up my body and had what I consider to be a good physique. By the look on her face, she wasn’t disappointed either, but she didn’t say anything.

I eased myself into the water, but it was really hot. She always had the shower a little too hot for me, and this spa was no different. Nevertheless I wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity so I proceeded to get in. It was very cosy, I was in a small ball down one end, and she was down the other end in a similar position as to allow me room in the spa.

I grabbed her legs, and pulled them towards me, at the same time putting my legs down either side of her. So she was facing me, with her legs in my lap, whilst being squeezed by my legs either side of her. Then we relaxed. I fiddled with the settings and zoned out for a while. My hands were still resting on her legs from when I grabbed them earlier, and they started to wonder. I ran them up and down her calves, stopping at her knees and going back down to her feet, giving her a short and sweet massage.

I opened my eyes and looked at her; she looked content and was smiling blissfully with her eyes closed. I took this as the go ahead and continued rubbing my hands up and down her legs and feet, stopping at her knees each time.

“You know, this is a naked spa, you have to be naked,” I said hinting sarcasm with my tone. I was really pushing this naked spa concept, probably didn’t need to, but with the booze in me I wasn’t exactly thinking straight. “Well it is at least a topless spa, I’m topless.”

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So once upon a time there was a very, very smart sexy female. She took care of herself and didn’t take shit from anyone.

Her tongue was as sharp as her claws.

Occasionally the kitten would get into a little bit of trouble and happened to run into a rugged smartass cop.

He was immediately drawn to her personality, she was a challenge. He was also drawn to her incredibly sexy smile and gorgeous eyes.

He couldn’t believe how some snarky comment from her sexy lips would make his body heat and cock twitch in his jeans. He tested his power out on her a few times and could see her body respond.

He could see the kitten visibly respond when her soft cotton t-shirt would show her nipples peek through. Sometimes when she was working he would do it on purpose.

Once he knew she was the only one for him, he went after her like she was America’s Most Wanted.

One night after work, he borrowed a beat cops patrol car and waited outside the club to follow her home.

She looked like she was thinking about something as he watched her walk from the building to her car. As soon as she pulled out of the parking lot he pulled behind her, trailing her. When they had reached the deserted stretch of road he flipped his lights on.

Pulling his cap down low on his head, he flipped the high beams on and waited for her to come to a complete stop. His body already on edge with energy bouncing off his skin. She would belong to him.

He slowly approached her window and asked for the standard identification. She hadn’t recognized him yet and that made this all the more of a game.

She handed him the information he requested and started to inquire as to why she was pulled over. He knew she had a dumbass customer spill a drink on her so Adana Escort he played that up. “Ms. Campos I need you to step outta the car for me.”

She hesitated but since she hadn’t done anything wrong, only protested a little bit. She had been trying to stay out of trouble in this town so why fuck with the cops.

As soon as she got out she caught his scent and a glimpse of his face. Damn, he thought, games just been upped a step. He quickly spun her around and grabbed her wrists so her breast were pressed against her car and her ask against him.

His body pressed closer and he whispered into her ear. “You are too sexy to be alone. Too hot to have all these clothes on and baby, I need to make sure you aren’t drinking and driving.”

With that he spun her around and caught a smirk play across her lips. His body responded and his shaft throbbed behind his zipper. “I’m gonna use the new Breathalyzer machine, hope you don’t mind” and he bent down and kissed her lips, opening them slowly and taking in her warm breath. His tongue broke the border and scraped across her teeth. A growl escaped him and continued into her mouth.

Her arms went around his neck as he continued to stroke her mouth with his tongue. His hands went to her hips and pulled her to the opposite side of the cars and back to the hidden blackness offered by the patrol car.

He pushed her back against the car and dropped to his knees in the gravel. He popped the button on her jeans and kissed the soft skin that had been hidden by the material. He kissed from her left hipbone across to her right, grazing her skin with his teeth.

Leaving his knees to a crouching position, he kissed his way up her stomach, his hands lifting her shirt with each row Adana Escort Bayan of kisses. Teasing her lace covered breasts, he reached behind and broke the clasp of her bra, freeing her supple breasts.

Without a beat lost he had her nipple moistened and teased to a point with his flattened tongue.

He moved to the other side repeating the action as his hand slid into the front of her jeans and between the junction of her thighs.

It was wet and inviting. He could barely contain his own desire as his hands moved to inch her jeans down her hips. Once to her ankles, he dropped again to his knees to remove her boots and slide her jeans the remainder of the way off.

He ran the palm of his hands up and down her thighs and around to her ass. Spreading her legs gently he placed his mouth on the outside of her wet panties and sucked the material into his mouth tasting the sweet nectar her body had released.

He could hear her breath catch and some words escape but he kept going. His finger slid beneath the material as his mouth continued to work the covered mound. Silky hotness covered his first finger and then a second, with the third he softly purred into his kitten’s pussy and ripped the material away.

The material split at the seam but still hung from her hips. He flicked his tongue against her clit once twice and followed with a long swipe from the flattened tip. His tongue slid easily between the folds as he explored the warmth and wetness. His fingers thrust slowly at first then speeding up with the response from her hips. He sucked and grazed her clit and heard his name. That was it.

He stood up, kissed her hard on her full lips and spun her around. His hands moved to his own jeans and tore the Escort Adana buttons open letting them fall to his ankles.

One hand returned to teasing her swollen nub the other stroked his engorged shaft, stroking it to ease some of the throbbing before placing the thick head at her entrance.

His mouth kissed his kittens shoulder and up to her ear. “Kitten? Please baby?” She thrust her ass back into him.

His hand slid up her back and gently pushed her downward. His hands moved to her hips and he entered her from behind in a fluid thrust.

Both of them cried out into the darkness with pleasure from the motion. He continued to pump into her tight pussy. Her body welcomed his every move. He leaned forward kissing along her shoulders and cupping her breasts, kneading the full mounds.

He pinched and tugged at her nipples as his cock rocked in-between her thighs. She let out a soft purring noise that forced his to speed up. Her breath quickened and her nails raked across the patrol car.

Pulling out, he turned her again and wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her again. His mouth assaulted hers in a furious kiss. “Kitten come for me. Come hard for me baby.” His hand reached for the bundle of nerves and his thumb teased with small circles as he fucked her hard against the patrol car.

Her nails marked his shoulders and she cried out before sinking her teeth into his shoulder. He held out until she was done and at the last moment, she screamed into his shoulder, heat coating his cock and her muscled walls teasing out his own orgasm.

Together rolled with energy, their bodies pulsed with power from the intensity of their orgasm.

He pulled his shirt off and slowly pulled out of her saturated center. Wiping her off and pulling up her jeans before cleaning himself and pulling up his jeans.

He brushed her hair back and cupped her cheeks pulling her in for a slow passionate kiss. “I’ll see you at home baby.” He walked her back to her car and followed her to their place to enjoy her again.

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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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They stare at each other as she enters his office for her interview. He stands to greet her. She is wearing a sexy tight-fitting red dress. It low v-neck shows her ample cleavage, and round ass. He is wearing a grey pinstripe suit pants, shirt and tie, his jacket slung over the back of the chair. They don’t waste any time as he moves behind her to close the door. He knows what he wants, and she is more than willing to give it to him. She was already wet from the first moment their eyes met in the hallway as she entered the building.

HE: I lift your dress up and bend you over my desk.

SHE: “Fuck me hard,” I beg as I lean over, my legs spread apart.

HE: Grabbing your hair and pushing my hardness into you hard as I slap your ass and pull your hips to me.

SHE: I am so wet that you can easily fuck me fast and hard, I moan every time you penetrate me, enjoying it so much.

HE: I pull out and turn you around so you’re sitting on my desk facing me with your legs wide open. I kneel down and bury my face in your wetness licking up and down your inner thighs.

SHE: The more you lick, the wetter I become; my cum all over your face.

HE: Pushing two then three fingers in you, fucking you with them while I suck on your hard clit.

SHE: I moan and squirm with every feeling of pleasure.

HE: My tongue goes deep inside you licking and sucking all over your pussy I can’t wait anymore. I come up and kiss you hard pushing my cock inside you again at the same time.

SHE: I can taste myself on your lips as we kiss. The teasing and building pleasure overwhelm me as I orgasm and coat your cock in my cum. You feel your cock getting soaked as I moan loudly and shudder.

HE: I feel my own orgasm building now with your cumming.

SHE: You slow down a bit, forcing me to press my hips against you, circling my pussy on your cock. I press against you hard, wrap my legs around your waist and pull you against me.

HE: Pre cum oozes out followed by my cock jerking and growing inside of you.

SHE: I can tell you are close to cumming, I orgasm for a second time.

HE: Finally I moan as cum shoots so deep inside your pussy, my cock spasming over and over.

SHE: I grab you and pull you close to hold you Adana Escort while you finish releasing your fluids inside of me.

HE: Mmm we kiss deeply again as we both catch our breath. Have a seat on my couch. Tell me why you want this job while you play with your pussy for me.

SHE: I want this job because I like taking orders from you. I want to provide you some play time in between work (makes you more efficient). I want to be able to have sex during work and I know I can do that here. Also I can masturbate under my desk while I am on the phone.

HE: Show me how you masturbate. I want to watch.

SHE: I start moving my left hand up my abdomen towards my breasts, as my right hand trails down to my pussy.

HE: I sit on the edge of my desk to watch.

SHE: I am lying against the armrest of your couch with one leg bent on top of it, the other stretched towards the floor.

HE: I look into your eyes then I glance to your breasts seeing your nipples harden to your touch.

SHE: My fingers circle my areola and then pinch the nipple as they circle.

HE: You see my cock start to move slightly to semi-hardness again.

SHE: The desire to fuck you begins taking over again, my horniness increasing as I stare at your growing hardness. The fingers on my other hand are gently stroking the outside of my pussy, trailing some wetness with them.

HE: My gaze moves to your pussy.

SHE: Having you watch me, stirs me even more.

HE: Smiling as my cock hardens even more.

SHE: My fingers move into my pussy lips, stroking up and down from my clit to my vagina.

HE: I lick my lips as I watch.

SHE: Slightly moving my hips into my touch.

HE: My cock is fully hard now pointing up between my legs. I resist the urge to stroke it and continue to look to your eyes and all over your body.

SHE: I have the strong desire to attack you, sending you to the floor and taking you. Wanting you badly, knowing how good you feel from just moments before. I resist this desire as I can tell that I am really turning you on.

HE: I tell you to rub your clit with your fingers.

SHE: I like it when you tell me what to do, so I quickly oblige. I put the pads of my first two fingers Adana Escort Bayan and exert slight pressure and friction on my clit. I pause briefly to insert my fingers once inside me to spread the moisture on my clit.

HE: Now I can’t resist touching my hard cock, rubbing underneath it as I stare at your pussy.

SHE: I increase the speed of which I am touching myself, as it feels better and better.

HE: I tell you to rub some of your wetness on your nipples.

SHE: I return my gaze to your cock in your grip as this turns me on even more. As I continue to rub my clit, I insert two of my fingers from the other hand into my pussy.

HE: I stroke back and forth increasing speed as I watch.

SHE: I insert them three or four times, getting a rise out of myself. Still moaning, I remove my fingers and return them to my tits rubbing my wetness on my breasts and around my nipples. You can see the trail of the wetness as the light glistens off of it. I smile as I feel so good and enjoy watching you pleasure yourself while thinking about me, mmm. I reinsert my two fingers, keeping them inside moving them around.

HE: I just so happen to have a vibrator in my drawer so I reach into it and toss it to the couch next to you (always prepared).

SHE: My wetness increases as I look over to the cock shaped vibrator lying next to me. I remove my fingers from my cunt, bringing them to my face. I smell them and trace the outside of my lips with them, before seductively inserting them into my mouth. I suck them briefly to extract the taste; the taste is mildly sweet and refreshing. I finish by running my tongue around them while they are outside of my mouth to finish cleaning them off. I use them to reach down and pick up the newly introduced toy. I leave the vibrator off as I bring it towards my face, I teasingly lick the head of it while glancing briefly at your cock.

HE: My cock jumps a little in anticipation.

SHE: I close my eyes as I pretend it is your cock in front of my face. My tongue and lips licking and kissing the entire shaft before taking the tip into my mouth. I reinsert it, sucking it, in my mouth several times.

HE: So hard to not reach out there and touch you but I hold back Escort Adana and stroke faster.

SHE: I remove it from my mouth and lightly drag it across my tits, down my abdomen on top of my mound. I move it around lightly outside of me. With one hand I stroke and part my pussy lips, pressing the vibrator inside of my lips, inserting just the tip inside of me to get it wet with my cum. I start to slide it up and down my lips as the finger on my other hand circles my clit.

HE: I start to squeeze just the head of my cock, pulling it and caressing my balls.

SHE: Mmmm… I stare at you touching yourself and imagine that head teasing me as the vibrator does. I turn the vibrator on, low at first. My eyes still fixated on your rock hard cock.

HE: Stroking faster now under your gaze.

SHE: I pass the side of the vibrator against my clit, moving it up and down my lips, intermittently rubbing against my clit.

HE: I stand up now as I take in your whole body about two feet away from you. I let go of my cock, it sticks out toward you. I step closer slowly as I watch you rubbing the vibrator over your clit.

SHE: My hips thrusting towards you, desiring you even closer.

HE: I move closer to you my cock is now inches from your face.

SHE: I move my face towards it as my lips touch the head of your hard cock, kissing it with my soft lips.

HE: I caress your breast as my cock rubs against your lips.

SHE: I push the vibrator deep inside of me. I let a moan out and take your cock inside of my mouth my one hand guides your cock, while the other moves the vibrator in and out of me.

HE: I am so turned on from watching you that I can feel another orgasm building.

SHE: I suck your cock as I guide it in and out of my mouth stroking it as it penetrates my mouth.

HE: My eyes move back and forth from your mouth on my cock to the vibrator in your pussy. Cock hardening I start to move it faster in and out of your mouth.

SHE: I start to cum, fucking myself harder as I orgasm. HE: As I hear you moaning over my cock, my cum starts to shoot, filling your mouth with a load. Some dripping out onto your chest.

SHE: I swallow as your cock spasms in my mouth. I suck it a few more times as it starts to soften.

HE: My knees go weak as I release tension.

SHE: My body gets numb with relaxation.

HE: I sit down next to you on the couch and I reach out to kiss you. Lips and tongues together. I taste my saltiness on your tongue.

I think you’re hired.

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