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Adam Kelly sat against the wall of the hotel restaurant, glancing intermittently at the exits in front and to the side of him while casually reading a story about the President’s daughter who would be touring colleges in the coming week. The tables were beginning to fill as business travelers, as well as city workers filed in for breakfast.

Except that they weren’t travelers, or regular citizens preparing to go to work. At least four of them had made direct eye contact with Adam, if only for a second, and they all moved about the room as though they knew people were watching. Adam likened it to actors playing a role, and shook his head as he glanced back down at the paper. At least they had remembered to dress in street clothes as well as casual business attire rather than the obvious dress codes observed at the White House.

Emma Thomas was now 18, and Adam barely recognized her. The last photo he’d seen of her had to have been when she was ten years old. She had grown up practically on television, but Adam hadn’t watched anything beyond the occasional sporting event for any great length of time in nearly 15 years. He got his news from informants, or newspapers in whatever location his assignments took him to. He’d been recruited to the agency straight out of boot camp, and after he had completed specialized training the government provided in weapons, demolition, hand to hand combat, languages, and so on, Adam was immediately placed in the field.

“More orange juice, handsome?”

Adam nodded, and smiled, as she filled his glass from the pitcher in her hand. She had obviously unbuttoned a second button on her uniform; all but the top one had been fastened when she had seated Adam an hour before. As she set his glass back down on the table, she twisted her body at the hips so that he could see directly down the front of her shirt had he wanted to. When she found that Adam simply returned to the newspaper in front of him, she scowled and walked away.

“Thank you Judy,” Adam said, watching her pear shaped ass outlined in her tight black pants as it swayed back and forth. He made it a point to be looking down at her ass as she turned, and then he averted his eyes to her face to make her think she had caught him looking.

Her eyes lit up, and she smiled once again, before walking quickly back to Adam’s table.

“I don’t usually do this,” she whispered, scribbling furiously on her notepad. “But you should call me. Please.”

She handed Adam the note, and he accepted it, folded it neatly, and placed it in the pocket of his jacket without reading it. Adam didn’t think he’d be in town long, and Judy, frankly, wasn’t his type. With the dark roots beginning to show amongst her thick mop of curly blonde hair, and the heavy makeup coloring her face, as well as the fact that she was probably near 40 years old and working as a waitress in a marginal hotel in down town Washington, Adam guessed Judy had been through a divorce in the last couple of years. The makeup and the hair were an attempt to change her look, and reinvent her own image. But whatever her story was, Adam knew she had been given a tough break at some point, and made a mental note to leave an enormous tip.

Judy left his side once more, and Adam returned to the newspaper. He looked at his watch, saw that it was just about time, and calmly folded the paper, setting it aside.

Ten minutes later, Adam saw the motorcade pulling into the parking lot outside. As he saw the President exit the car, his eyes darted around the room. He chuckled softly, noting that every head in the place was trained on the person sitting across from them. Had these people not been the President’s security detail and advance team, but rather, regular citizens, they would have all turned to gawk out the window when they heard the sirens outside the building.

“I wonder who they’re trying to fool,” Adam thought to himself. “Unless they think Judy’s an assassin. Or maybe the cook in the back?”

President Milton Thomas strolled quickly through the door of the restaurant, and still the agents at the table remained focused on their plates, or the people sitting across from them.

Adam stood while the President made his way across the room. About twenty feet before he reached Adam’s table, the agents guarding him stopped and the President as well as a man Adam had never seen before approached him.

“Agent Kelly,” the President stated, extending his hand. It wasn’t a question; the President had obviously seen pictures of Adam prior to the meeting. In fact, it was likely the President had read his entire agency files.

“Yes, Mr. President. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“This is Donovan Teaghe, the acting director of the Agency.” Adam turned, and accepted the middle-aged man’s hand, quickly shaking it, before returning it to his side.

“Shall we sit down,” Teaghe said, already pulling a chair out from the table opposite Adam.

The President looked older than Adam knew he was. His face look haggard, cihangir escort almost more drawn out, weathered. The bags under his eyes suggested he hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in quite a while. His hair was completely gray, and he seemed to be much older than his 51 years suggested. The lines on his face had deepened considerably since his second inauguration almost four years ago, and Adam instantly felt sympathy for the man.

President Thomas had won a hard-fought election while the country was enjoying an economic boom, and the flourish of technological advancement. The economy was steamrolling along, and optimism was at an all-time high. He had been elected largely because he was a member of the same party his predecessor was from, and the country ultimately decided they were better off with the status quo. But soon after election, a huge war involving six nations in Asia and Europe had erupted, three of nations were allies of the U.S., and the conflict didn’t end until millions had died over nearly three full years. Five years later, there was peace, but thick tension lay just beneath the surface of the entire region. Adam hadn’t been back in the U.S. before the previous night in almost 10 years, and he had seen the war up close and personal. But he also knew the tremendous pressure the President had to be under. Each country that had been involved was looking to the U.S. for support, and assistance, and the President had no room for errors.

Donovan Teaghe was probably approaching 60, and looked more like an accountant than the chief intelligence officer in the country. Between his wire-rimmed glasses, hooknose, nearly bald head, and prominent stomach, Adam could find no signs of the agent Teaghe had once been, as a young man working in Central America and Eastern Europe.

“We have to do this quickly, Agent Kelly,” Teaghe growled.

“Yes sir,” Adam said. “But what is it you need me to do.”

“Keep my daughter alive,” the President snapped.

“Sir?”

“Agent Kelly, as you know, the President and the First Lady have a teenage daughter.” Teaghe was speaking again, and his voice was tinged with too much alcohol and nicotine.

“Yes, I’ve read she’s touring colleges this week? I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not a security guard. That’s what the Secret Service is for.”

“Agent, the only reason my daughter is alive today is because a sniper narrowly missed her,” the President barked, his voice breaking in the end.

Adam sat for a moment, his hands folded, listening while The President, and Teaghe explained that Emma Thomas had been the subject of repeated terrorist threats and attacks for the last 7 years. She had been taken into hiding at least four times, and a sniper’s bullet had gone astray by a matter of inches as she sat brushing her hair one evening in a safe house four months prior.

“But if she’s safe in the White House, why not just keep her there until you find the assassins?”

“We’ve found most of them, Agent Kelly,” the President said. “We had an informant who identified the group that had been hired to kill her. It was a small cell of six men, led by the brother of the former leader of Quator. Five are now dead, and accounted for, their bodies are being held by the Agency. My second term is coming to a close, and though we’ll have secret service protection, it won’t be enough to stop what would eventually happen. This assassin needs to be drawn out, and it needs to happen quickly.”

“Why did Prime Minister Brahim want your daughter killed, Mr. President?”

“You don’t need to know that, Agent Kelly,” Teaghe interrupted.

Adam turned, and studied Teaghe’s face. It was flushed red, his eyes were watering, and he was fidgeting with a napkin, twisting it in his hands.

“I assume there have been leaks to her location. That’s how this cell found her each time.”

“Yes,” The President confirmed. Teaghe shot him a look, but remained silent.

“Mr. President, are you the leak?” Adam asked.

“Agent Kelly!” the President barked. “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to you son of a bitch? That’s my daughter. The first lady is dead, she’s all I’ve got left.”

Teaghe was glaring at him. Adam sat back in his chair, studying the President’s face. He was sincere. Adam felt instantly worse for what he had said, but his resolve grew. The man obviously loved his daughter.

“What about you, Sir?” Adam asked Teaghe.

“I am the acting director of the Agency,” Teaghe barked. “You think you can throw accusations around…”

“I’m sorry,” Adam lied. “But there can’t be many people who know about these threats, or at least, that they’ve been acted on, or it would have been all over the news by now. It’s been years. So that means, only a few people know what’s going on. I don’t need to walk out of here, and then three days later, find myself getting a bullet in the back of the head because one of you decided to sacrifice Emma, blame it on a rogue agent that some government had turned, and then bahçeşehir escort start a war for political reasons.”

Teaghe and the President were silent, so Adam sat quietly, hands folded.

Finally, the President told him that a leak had been discovered in the residence of the White House. Someone was tipping off the assassins as to when Emma was being moved. They weren’t getting locations from that source, but the initial information the assassins were acting on had come from a maid who was being paid ten thousand a month for her betrayal.

“You couldn’t trace the money?”

“No, the money trail bounces all over the world. Then it eventually leads to corporations that don’t have any employees, no head quarters, or even legal charters.”

“And you’ve kept her on to plant a cover story about the President’s daughter leaving to do a college tour?”

“Not directly,” Teaghe said. “We assume Emma will do that herself, naturally, as she doesn’t know about the maid being a traitor.”

“Why was I picked for this? There must be a hundred other people more qualified…”

“There isn’t,” Teaghe said. “You are able to disappear at the drop of a hat, even our own agents who know what your missions are can’t find you.”

“Why does this assassin want the President dead?”

“I’ve already told you that you don’t…”

“Mr. Teaghe, with all due respect, I can’t protect somebody if I don’t know the motivation this person has for wanting her dead.”

“It’s politics and money, Agent Kelly,” The President said. “I trusted information I was given about the Quatorians betraying the United States, and I acted on it. Thousands of people wound up dead, and that’s not in the news either. The truth is, the Prime Minister had every right to want retribution, but he doesn’t want it with me, he wants to make me suffer. Emma doesn’t deserve this.”

“No contact, except when I choose to make contact,” Adam said. “I don’t want listening devices, tracking devices, cell phone traces, nothing.”

“We understand,” Teaghe said. “You’ll have access to a bank account with unlimited resources. If you need help with local law enforcement, or really, anything else, you call me. We’ll eliminate your trail when you need us to, and we’ll keep the press off this thing as long as we can.”

Adam had been studying Teaghe, and finally believed he too could be trusted. Both men were being honest.

“Where is she?”

“She’s out in the SUV. We’ re going to do a tour of a couple of colleges, with an agent posing as my daughter. But it’s only two stops over a day or so, then back to the White House. You won’t have long before the assassin finds out that my daughter is gone.”

“I understand.”

“Is there anything you need?” Teaghe asked.

“How do I get in touch with you?”

Teaghe handed him a card, and Adam looked it over. It was an Agency card with two cell numbers printed on the back.

“Call either number. The line can’t be traced.”

Adam smiled, tucking the card into his pocket next to Judy’s note. As he stood to leave, the President took his arm.

“Mr. Kelly,” he said. “I may be the President, but in this, I’m a father. Please end this. She hasn’t lived a normal life in years. And we’re so tired. Please.”

Adam gripped his hand tightly before letting go. He nodded, and then walked out the front entrance, surrounded by agents. There was no sign of the White House press core, and nearly a dozen black SUV’s blocked the view from the road. The door of the SUV closest to Adam opened, and a young woman wearing sunglasses, a large sweatshirt, jeans, and a Baltimore Orioles cap stepped out.

Teaghe and the President had joined Adam, and Emma Thomas walked over to her father, carrying a duffel bag with the seal of the President stamped on each side. She hugged her father, said a teary goodbye, and the President walked slowly with Teaghe back to one of the cars.

Adam stood next to Emma as she watched her father get in the car, waving back at him. He allowed her a few moments before taking her forearm, pulling her behind him as he walked toward the parking garage across the street from the restaurant.

“Hey,” she said. “What the hell?”

“Let’s go, Emma,” he said, not bothering to turn around. When she began following him without having to be forced, he let go of her arm.

“Hurry, I don’t want you out on the street. Someone might recognize you, and gossip spreads quickly.”

They made their way to the top level of the parking garage, and Adam stood in the center of the concrete building, gazing at all the cars parked there.

“Great, you can’t even remember where your car’s parked. I’ll be dead by morning.”

Adam spotted red Neon parked near the down ramp of the garage and hurried over to it.

“Nice car,” Emma said, the sarcasm not lost on Adam as he picked the lock and hopped inside. He reached across and unlocked the passenger door for Emma. She opened the door, threw her bag in the bag seat, and crawled maslak escort inside.

“My God, she’s beautiful,” Adam thought to himself immediately, watching her jeans hug the outline of her firm, young ass, which was full and rounded, unlike the stick figure women he was so used to. But the thought disturbed him. He couldn’t afford to be distracted. They had a long drive ahead of them, and if they were lucky, they’d still be alive when the assassin was found.

“My name is Adam,” he said, offering his hand. She took it, smiling, and shook it as she removed her sunglasses with her other hand.

“I’m Emma,” she said. “But you already knew that.”

Adam stared for a moment, drinking in the sight of her soft, red lips, sparkling brown eyes, delicate nose, and gleaming white teeth. Adam saw very little of her father in Emma, but the eyes gave her away. Her long, straight brown hair hung just past her shoulder blades, the bangs framing her perfect oval-shaped face. She was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Then he corrected himself.

She’s a kid, he thought, still staring at her.

Her breasts jutted from beneath the sweater as if she was hiding something beneath, and Adam fought the instinct to search her. He was pretty sure he had never seen even the outline of breasts that big, and he lingered a bit too long at the Presidential seal that covered them.

“You guys are all the same,” she chuckled. “Yeah, I have huge tits. You’re a cutie. Let’s go.”

Adam smiled, scanning the area in front of him as he pulled out of the parking lot and descended down the ramp. He made his way to the booth, found the parking ticket inside the visor, and paid the attendant. He turned out onto Potomac and headed out towards the interchange that would take him Northeast.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“We’re going to New York.”

“New York City? Yeah, nobody would ever look there. Are you kidding?”

”New York State, not the city.”

“Oh.”

Emma spent the next three hours detailing her life, the near misses she had come to death, and her excitement about college, provided she lived that long. Adam told her as much as he could about his life up to the point where he had been summoned by Teaghe back to the States just the day before.

“No girlfriend, no wife, no kids?”

“None,” Adam answered. “Not with the life I have.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 37,” he said. “How old are you?”

“You know I’m 18,” she laughed. “Or else, you’ve been living in a cave.”

“You’d be surprised.”

They had been driving for nearly four hours when Adam spotted a hotel just off the interstate. He signaled, got over, and made his way down the off ramp to the connecting street. After the stop sign, he took a left, and then a second left into the parking lot.

“I’ll take your bag and get a room. But you go in ahead of me, find the elevator, and stand facing it. Don’t move until I join you. Don’t look at anyone, don’t let them get a good look at you.”

“There’s nobody else here, Adam. There’s like, five cars, and this place is huge.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“Yes,” she chuckled. He stared at her ass, and his cock grew despite the sense of dread that had loomed over him the minute he was given his assignment. The girl was put together in a way he’d never seen any other woman put together. The jeans hugged her firm, round buttocks, and they swelled against the denim, swaying from side to side as she walked. Her breasts jiggled beneath the sweatshirt, and Adam couldn’t help but try to guess how far beyond a D cup they were.

“Get back in the game,” he said to himself, eyes still locked on Emma’s ass as she slipped through the double doors ahead of them, and moved off to the left of the lobby.

Adam walked in shortly after, paid cash for the room, and joined Emma by the elevator. They made their way to the room, ordered a couple of hamburgers through room service, and settled in.

The room was rather small, too small for the Queen sized bed that sat in the middle of it, extending out from a wall that contained a large framed picture of something that looked like a cross between a flower pot, and a portable commode. Emma had spread out on the bed, and Adam casually glanced at her breasts again, watched as they rose and fell while she relaxed, arms above her head, hair splayed out beneath her.

“There’s only one bed,” she said. “You’re not going to try and fuck me in the ass while I’m asleep are you?”

“What?” he said, surprised by her language. Then he turned, saw her laughing, and began laughing himself.

“Surprised ya, didn’t I. I saw you looking when I was walking into the hotel. Your reflection was pretty telling, I saw it in the glass doors. So do you like girls with junk in their trunk?”

“Yeah, I didn’t think Presidential daughters were supposed to say such things.” Emma’s voice was soft, and feminine, and she spoke with a rhythm and cadence that suggested she had been choosing her words carefully for years, always paying attention to who was listening. Her father was a politician, and currently, the Commander-In-Chief. But the sound of her voice was like music to Adam, it soothed him, and he fell in love with Emma’s sweet voice immediately.

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Ray had been going into the same flower shop for the past two years, and the owner of the shop knew him well. She was a nice lady of German descent who kept the business going after the untimely death of her husband a few years before. Ray had a good relationship with her and knew enough about her to know that her two daughters and her son helped her out with the shop when she needed it. He had never seen the son and had caught only a glimpse of one of the two daughters, one of whom was a striking blonde whose smile could stop a man dead in his tracks. She looked a lot like her mother, and Ray thought that if the elder woman looked like this when she was young, she was really something. Having seen only one of the daughters, he often wondered what the other one looked like. All he knew of her was that she was a sophomore at a college on the other side of the state, which explains why he’d never seen her in the shop.

On this day, he had to go into the flower shop to order some flowers for his mother’s birthday, and he knew that the owner of the shop would know what he was there for as soon as she saw him. To his surprise, though, the elder woman wasn’t there. Behind the counter instead was a young girl with long, dark red hair worn in pigtails. As he got closer he could see that she had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen, and was wearing a plaid schoolgirl-type skirt beneath a green wraparound florist’s smock. The smock covered her shirt so he couldn’t see what her shirt looked like, but he could see that the girl was very well-endowed, the slopes of her large breasts tenting out the front of her smock. He tried not to stare as he walked towards the counter. She smiled at him as he approached.

“Hi, I’m Bettie, can I help you?” she said, her green eyes sparkling.

“Yes, I’d like to buy some flowers for…” he began.

“Your mother’s birthday,” she finished for him.

“Yes, that’s right!” he said, surprised. “How did you know that?”

“My mother told me you’d be in here today, and why,” she said, looking at him with those emerald green eyes and smiling at him. “She also told me to take special care of you, that you’re one of our best customers.”

“Well, that was very nice of her!” Ray said, smiling back at her. “You must be the daughter who’s in college,” he said.

“Yes, that would be me,” she replied. “College keeps me pretty busy so I don’t get many chances to help out here in the shop, but I’m home on break now so here I am!” She smiled broadly at him as she spoke, her green eyes flashing brightly.

“So what would you like?” she asked, putting her hands behind her back and rocking her shoulders back and forth slightly, stretching her green smock tight across her more than ample bust line. He tried not to let his eyes lock on her breasts waving at him as she did so.

“Well, what would you suggest?” he asked.

“Some roses would be nice,” she said, turning and walking to the display rack behind her. She reached up to get a bundle from the top shelf, and when she did her skirt rose up and revealed the bottoms of the cheeks of her ass to him. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and he felt his cock stir slightly. She retrieved the roses and turned to face him, showing them to him.

“Very nice,” he said. “What else would you suggest?”

“Well, let’s see what else I have that may interest you,” she said. She turned and put the roses back up on the shelf, showing him the bottom of her ass again. He wondered if she was intentionally flirting with him as she moved to the middle of the shelf and bent over from the waist, picking up a display from the lower shelf. He got a clear view of her şişli escort rounded, shapely ass as her skirt rode up again, and his cock began to grow. She straightened up and turned around as she showed the display to him.

“This is a general-purpose display, and is very nice,” she said, smiling at him.

“Yes, it is, but I’m not sure that’s the one I want,” he said.

“Well, take a look at this rack,” she said, turning to put the display back. “I have several things here that I think you’d like,” she said, bending over again to put the display back. This time her feet were slightly apart, and when she bent over she gave him a clear view of her shaven pussy lips nestled beneath the rounded curves of her ass. She looked around at him, still bent over, and said, “See anything you like?”

“Yes, I do,” he said, positive now that she was flirting with him and was very serious about it. “I see a very nice display, rounded and full, with some very smooth and delicate petals that I’ll bet are very soft to the touch. Right?” he asked, and she smiled a wicked smile as she stood up and walked over to the counter.

“Right,” she said, “they are very smooth indeed. Would you like to see for yourself?” she asked, the look in her eyes speaking volumes.

“Yes, I would, very much,” he replied.

She walked around from behind the counter and over to the door, where she turned the lock and hung a sign in the door that said, “Back in 30 minutes,” then walked back and took Ray by the hand, leading him past the counter.

“Come with me!” she said over her shoulder, and Ray followed her into the back of the shop into the work area where the flower arrangements were put together, out of sight of the front windows of the shop. The air was heavy with the scent of flowers.

“I have something else I think you’ll like, too,” she said, stopping and turning to face him. She reached down and untied her smock, pulling it open to reveal her breasts to him. She was wearing a see-through light blue shirt and no bra; her large breasts were clearly visible through the blue material. Her areolas were very large, and centered in each one was a pert, round nipple. She pulled the smock aside and then pushed her breasts inward with her fists, creating some spectacular cleavage. He could see her perfectly round nipples getting hard and poking against the shirt as she pushed her breasts together.

“Well, what do you think?” she said, smiling a ‘come fuck me’ smile at him.

“I think they’re spectacular,” he said, walking over to her. He placed his hands on her breasts, lifting them in his palms and then squeezing them firmly. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and she shuddered, inhaling a sharp quick breath as he did this. With his hands massaging her soft, full breasts she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep, her tongue snaking into his mouth and finding his. She pressed her hips against him and felt his hardening cock; she ground her hips against it slowly as they kissed. He slipped a hand down around her body and grabbed her ass with it, squeezing the round globe hard as he pulled her close to him. She slipped a hand down his body to find the hard tube of his cock, squeezing it through his trousers. He was rock-hard now, throbbing with desire, and was aching to fuck her. He slid his hand around her hip and under her skirt, sliding his fingers over her smooth pussy lips. He slipped a finger between them to find that she was soaked. She jumped when his finger slipped over her clit. She finally broke the kiss and spoke in a breathless voice, her desire obvious.

“I’ve wanted you ever since çapa escort I saw you for the first time,” she said, nibbling on his ear while gripping his cock with her hand. “I just couldn’t get my mother out of here!”

“I’m glad you did,” he said, sliding his finger inside her pussy. She gasped, then moaned in his ear as his finger slid in deep. She was sopping wet and ready for him.

“Not as glad as I am,” she said, stepping back from him, “and not as glad as you’re going to be!” She dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for his fly, quickly unzipping his pants. She reached inside and slipped her fingers inside the fly of his boxers, pulling out his hard cock. She smiled when she saw it for the first time.

“You’ve got a great prick, Ray!” she said, smiling up at him as she wrapped her hand around his hard shaft and began to pump it up and down. “Nice and hard; big, too! How big are you?”

“A little more than six inches,” Ray replied, watching her pump his cock with her hand.

“Mmmm, this is gonna feel so good inside my tight little pussy!” she said, looking at his cock. “But first…” she said, never finishing the sentence. She slipped her mouth over the head of his cock and slowly sucked nearly his entire shaft into her mouth. As she began sliding her mouth up and down his cock, she reached inside his boxers and pulled out his balls, massaging them in her hand while she sucked his cock. Ray closed his eyes and let the sensations wash over him; this girl was good! If she kept this up he’d be blasting his load in her mouth in no time! But for the moment he just let her go at him, enjoying the sensations of her tongue sliding around his shaft and the head of his cock.

After several very enjoyable minutes of the best blowjob he’d ever had, Bettie slipped his cock from her mouth and then licked the underside slowly from the base to the head, then looked up at him and smiled.

“I could make you cum like this,” she said, pumping his slippery cock with her hand, “but I’ll save that for later. I want this big, hard cock inside my pussy, and I want it in there right now!”

She stood up, keeping one hand wrapped around Ray’s cock, and kissed him again. Then she turned around and bent over, resting her elbows and forearms on the worktable in front of her. Her short skirt lifted up over her ass as she bent over, and she spread her feet apart to reveal her smooth, shaven pussy lips to him. Ray could see that they were already swollen and parted, and he could see the moisture on them. She looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a wicked, “fuck me now!” smile as she wiggled her ass at him.

Ray unfastened his pants and dropped them and his boxers to the floor as he moved in behind her, his hard cock pressing against her smooth pussy lips. He slid the head of his cock up and down her slit to get it wet with her juices; she was more than ready for him! He placed the head of his cock against her opening and pushed, sliding his entire cock deep inside her pussy with one stroke. She was incredibly wet and incredibly tight, and she threw her head back and moaned as Ray filled her up.

“Oooohhh, that feels good! Aahh, yesss!” she said as she pushed back against Ray’s hips, driving his cock deeper. She wiggled her hips against him, her tight pussy gripping his shaft. She was hot, wet, and tight, tighter than any woman he’d ever been with before, and Ray knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was filling her up with his cum. Ray moaned as he began stroking in and out of her in long, deliberate strokes.

“That’s it, Ray!” she gasped, thrusting back to meet his strokes. “Fuck mecidiyeköy escort me! Fuck me hard! Fill my tight little pussy up with your big, hard cock!” She gripped the edge of the table as she moved against him, driving his cock deep into her with every thrust. Ray grabbed her hips with his hands and began driving hard, thrusting his cock deeper inside her pussy.

“Oh, yes! Yes!” she cried, “That’s it! Oh, baby, you’re gonna make me cum!” Ray could feel her gripping his cock with her pussy muscles as he stroked in and out of her. The underside of his shaft was rubbing against her clit, and was driving her closer to orgasm with every thrust. Ray looked down and saw his cock, shiny with her pussy juices, sliding in and out of her smooth, shaven pussy, her inner lips gripping it as he slid out. He knew that he was going to cum soon, and hoped that he could hold out until she did. He didn’t have long to wait.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum…oh my God, I’m cumming!” she cried, clamping down on his cock with her pussy as she slammed her ass back against him. She screamed as her orgasm exploded inside her, washing over her with wave after wave of intense pleasure. Ray felt his cock widen and knew that he was going to cum also, and within second he did. His cock exploded inside her pussy, blasting stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep inside her. He kept thrusting hard as his cock spurted again and again, and she kept slamming her hips back into him. She came again, harder, as his cock pumped his load into her. He gripped her hips hard and pushed forward harder than before and then held it there, feeling his cock spurt and pump as her pussy clamped down on it. He held it there until the spasms stopped and the last drop of cum slipped out of his cock; by now she had stopped cumming also, and she slumped forward onto the work table, gasping and panting for breath. They stayed that way for several minutes, catching their breath, until he felt his now-softening cock begin to slip out of her sopping wet pussy.

“Ooh, let me!” she said, quickly spinning around and dropping to her knees in front of him and sucking his softening cock into her mouth. She sucked him clean, draining the last bit of cum from his shaft with the powerful suction she created with her mouth. When she had sucked him clean she let his cock slip out of her mouth with a pop, then grinned from ear to ear as she stood up in front of him.

“Mmmm, wonderful!” she said, licking her lips. “I just love doing that!”

“You’re really something, Bettie!” Ray said, smiling at her as he reached down to pull up his pants.

“Why thank you, kind sir!” she said, retying her smock around her waist and straightening out her short skirt while he finished fastening his pants. She kissed him again, deep, and then they walked out of the work room. She went back behind the counter and he went around front, where she gave him a dozen roses and charged him for a single rose.

“Now is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” she asked, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, as a matter of fact, Secretary’s Day is next week,” he said, grinning back at her.

“Yes, it is,” she said, returning his grin.

“And my secretary sure does deserve some flowers,” he continued.

“Of course she does!”

“But she’s picky about her flowers; it may take me several trips here to decide what I want.”

“If that’s what it takes, then by all means! Feel free to come as many times as you’d like!”

“Why, thank you, Bettie, I think I will!” Ray said, turning to walk away. He got to the door and turned around, his hand on the doorknob. “I’ll see you in a few days, then,” he said.

“I’ll be looking forward to it!” she replied.

Ray left the shop and closed the door behind him. All the way to his apartment he was thinking of all the holidays ahead of him, all of them that would require flowers…

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The fantasy finally comes true……or does it???

It all started with a fantasy I had about what I would like for you to do to me in order to please me.. I envision us sitting on the couch together having a drink. We begin to lightly touch each others hands; holding and caressing them, and then finally hugging and turning into sensual light kisses. Looking into each others eyes, kissing more deeply we both begin to get a bit more aroused. We lightly start to caress each other as you begin to kiss my neck just under my ear while my hand rubs your chest my breathing becomes heavier. You lick my neck all over the side and then licking and sucking along my throat as you feel my hands run down your stomach onto your legs.

I wish I knew how to make this fantasy actually come true.. I sit at the window, watching the cars go by on the busy street I live on, when I suddenly see your car drive into the parking lot of the apt building across from my place. I watch you as you get out of your car, and look around. I wonder if you by chance are looking to see if I happen to be outside, but then realize you are looking to see if your friend’s car had pulled in right behind you. We have never met face to face but have talked on the computer many times, and I have always thought it was kinda crazy that we never met. You told me right off where you lived, and I told you that you lived in the apt building right across the street from me. We laughed and joked around that if we were ever hot and bothered but had no one around to help us out we could always meet and take care of the feelings in need. As I watch you walk toward your apt. I go back to my daydream…

“HoHum” I say aloud as I think about your tongue running down to my cleavage, I can almost feel the wetness your tongue would leave when suddenly the phone rings…

“Hello?” ”Hello Terry?” I hear on the other end…. “Yes can I help you?” “Well I hope so, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a movie tonight?” Not realizing who was on the other end, I reply with “well I don’t even know who you are, so why would I want to go with you?” “This is Paul from across the street, (I think to myself as he finishes his sentence; yes the one whom I was just daydreaming about) and I thought it would be fun to finally get together. After all we have spent many nights together and have seen each other across the street dozens of times” “Yes as a matter of fact I just saw that you and your friend just drove up.” ”OH? I looked to see if you were outside so I could formally introduce myself but didn’t see you, I’m sorry” “Oh that’s ok… I was uhhhh coming in the apt as I saw you drive up” “Yes I would love to see a movie with you tonight” I say in a hurry hoping he wouldn’t ask anymore questions. I did not kağıthane escort want to have to tell him I was sitting on my couch daydreaming about him. “That would be great shall we meet outside at 6pm?” “That would be great.. See you then.. Bye bye” “Bye”

I hang up the phone and stand there in complete surprise. Wondering to myself why did he decide now to ask me to a movie? Did he see me sitting in my window and know I was watching him? Naah there was no way he could have seen me sitting there. I decide that everything would be fine, and we would have the time of our lives tonight. I hoped that we could make some of what we have discussed for so long online come true. But how do I make it come true??? That was the questions…

I decide to pass by the time, I will get online.. Signing into my screen name, I begin chatting with a few friends.. I glance at the clock and realize its time to start getting ready. Then getting offline, I slide my shirt off, and start down the hall. I live alone so there are no worries about undressing as I go down the hall or not bringing clothes into the bathroom with me for after my shower. I turn the hot water on, then adjust the temperature by turning the cold water. Once it has reached the right temperature, I step in. My hair high on my head, I grab the washcloth. Lathering it up with soap and washing my body. Then just as I am letting my hair down, I hear something but not knowing what it could be I continue on with my shower.

You step in behind me, your hands slide along my back and I reach behind me realizing you are still fully dressed. I smile and lean against your chest whispering “shouldn’t you be undressed to take a shower?” I then feel your hands move along my sides around to my front, and down to my pussy. My hand follows yours and begins to play with myself as I lean against you. My right hand between my legs playing with my clit; my left gently rubbing my nipple, as I move from one to the other; my fingers teasing and playing with each one simultaneously. This continues until it finally brings me to such an orgasm that I scream out your name, and drop to the floor of the shower. As I sit on the floor, the hot water beating down on my body, I realize I am alone and know that this was once again one of my daydreams about you. I finish up in the shower and quickly move to my bedroom where I decide what to wear tonight.

After getting dressed and doing my make up just right, I glance at the clock… 558pm… Only 2 more minutes and I will be finally meeting you and we can see if everything we have talked about could possibly become reality. I put my shoes on and walk out the door just as the clock strikes 60’clock.

Meeting in the street, I reach over and give you a big hug, saying “It is so nice to finally meet you.” Returning my hug you also bend down and give me a gentle istanbul escort kiss, taking my hand and we walk over to your car. As you drive my hand moves along your thigh. Sliding it slowly up and down, then along your inner thigh.. You feel me rubbing your throbbing and growing cock. “Someone is thinking about me, isn’t he?” I say… All you can do is glance over at me and smile. I smile back and we continue on our way to the movie.. After we get to the movies, and take our seats you ask me “would you like to see if we can make one of our conversations come true?”

“I would like that very much”

“Ok after the movie we will go back to my place and see what we can come up with”

The whole while I was watching the movie my mind was wandering…. I thought about your tongue moving down my cleavage, as I feel the wetness left behind little goose bumps come out of nowhere. You glance at me to make sure everything is fine, and I squeeze your hand to let you know everything is wonderful… Once again you feel me rubbing your cock. It is growing to its full size, causing your pants to become very tight. You take my shirt off and begin sucking my nipple through my bra. Slowly opening your zipper and reaching in to grab a hold of your manhood I start sliding my hand up and down your full length. Your hand moves around my back and undoes the snaps of my bra, sliding it off allowing myself to fall from the confines, your lick slowly over both of my supple breasts. You take one nipple at a time into your mouth sucking and licking slowly, then nipping them with your teeth. Your hands run down to my legs, caressing my thighs as I open them up for you and leaning back in my chair. I am not wearing panties under my skirt so you can actually feel how wet I really am as your hand slides freely over my pussy lips. You begin to rub my pussy and clit with your fingers, then sliding down in front of me on your knees on the floor while I lay back in the chair in front of you. You begin to kiss and lick my inner thighs while rubbing my legs all the way from my feet to my pussy. Opening my legs wide with your hands you run your tongue up to my clit and begin licking it, sucking gently with me watching every move you make.

Now having tasted some of my hot sweet juices you want so much more of it in your mouth… You begin plunging your tongue deep into my silky soaking wet sweet bare pussy, sucking the juice from me. Opening my swollen lips and putting your mouth inside me sucking and tongue fucking me intensely. As I become closer to orgasm you take my clit back into your hot mouth and suck on it hard. Then sliding two fingers into me and fucking my pussy hard and fast with your fingers. Continuing to suck on my clit until I scream with pleasure Cumming hard all over your fingers and hand. You become so aroused by this you shoot a load of hot cum up from taksim escort the floor all over my legs, then beginning to rub it into my soft skin as you try to prolong our orgasms still fingering me and sucking on my lips.

Now that I feel all your hot cum has been released to me you get up, your face and mouth soaked with my hot juice, kissing me intensely and deeply feeding me the juices from my mouth. I enjoy this immensely that I begin to lick all the hot juice from your face. You take my hands and put two fingers into my pussy. We both watch as I finger fuck my sweet soaked pussy. You slide me off the chair, and lay me flat on the floor. Kneeling over me I watch the smile emerge across your face as I continue to fuck myself with my fingers. I bring myself to another wonderful orgasm, Cumming all over my own fingers, then sliding my fingers in your mouth allowing you to lick all my juices from them.

You stand up, helping me to sit up in front of you, and you place your cock right on my lips, then begin rubbing the head back and forth across my lips then my entire face. You gently hold my head with your hands, tilted to the side, my mouth open, sliding my mouth over your cock; you begin to fuck my mouth with the front of your shaft. Up and down watching me enjoy the sweet taste of your cock from the head to your balls. Then moving my head upright you slide yourself into my mouth and begin stroking it deeper and deeper as I take control of it by my hands and mouth, sucking you intensely. Taking you deeply, you can feel the moans from my throat on your hard cock. Cupping and squeezing your hot balls, sucking you up and down as you caress my head. Taking your cock all the way from the tip to my lips touching your balls; allowing myself to adjust to having you down my throat, playing with your balls as my throat muscles relax around your hardness. You play with my hair, moaning, and telling me how nice it feels to feel the back of my throat with your cock.

Releasing your cock from my throat, I suck some more, up and down, taking you deep then moving to the tip and teasing with my tongue. I continue doing this until you shoot a hot load of sticky sweet cum deep into my mouth as you watch me swallow every drop. I continue to suck on you, keeping you hard for me. Looking up at you, sweat and cum dripping from my face, I moan quietly and pull you down to lay you next to me. Rolling over, and giving your lips a gentle kiss, I say… “We really should have met a long time ago, just imagine all the fun we could have had”

“Terry??? Did you fall asleep??”

“Uhhhh no, I’m sorry is it over?”

“Yes you ready to go to my house?”

I smile at you and tell you, “I think I have already been there but sure” and I take your hand as we walk out and get in the car.. After we have driven for a few blocks you glance over at me and ask… “What did you mean you think you have already been there?”

“Oh nothing lets go have some fun… “And we pull into your parking lot, walking into your apt, and I think to myself, must have just been a dream…. I still have it coming, now that is my kind of dream!

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This story is quite a long one, and it takes a while to get to the sex, but when you do there is quite a lot of it. It covers a lot of different acts, but does not get any more ‘wild’ than anal sex. The story could fit into many categories, but this is probably the best fit for it. The setting is Australia, and there are some references to the local ‘Australian Rules’ football code. If there is any of this that you find confusing please make a public comment and I will try to explain it for everyone. Please let me know if you enjoy the story. BB1212

PART ONE

I have two rules that I consider to be my ‘unbreakable’ ones. The first is, never bet with your customers, and the second is never bet when the odds are strongly against you.

“You’re on,” I said with only a moment’s hesitation, breaking both of my rules at once.

Julie always pushes my buttons. She is definitely the most attractive and desirable woman that I have ever met. She is witty and intelligent and she always pays on time. She is perfect in every way but one, and that is her total and blind dedication to the Collingwood Magpies. Just about every football league has a team that totally polarises the supporters, and in the AFL (Australian Football League) it is the Magpies. The people who love them do so passionately, and the rest of us hate them just as fiercely.

I was about half way through a major project for Julie. I had to pave the area around her swimming pool, which was pretty heavy work, and I also had to put up a privacy screen to stop people who were passing by from seeing in. Julie wanted the privacy screen so that she could relax by the pool in the nude. The first time she said this I had an instant hard on that didn’t go down for at least thirty minutes.

Julie has a body that is perfect, she’s just a bit shorter than average, with tits that always look like they are going to burst out of whatever it is that she is wearing. Her waist is tiny and her hips flare out from it just enough to show that she is a woman, not a girl. Her delicate features are framed by a jet black shoulder length pageboy haircut. I see her on the TV most weekends during the football season because the cameramen at the football are really perverts at heart, and a pretty girl in a team jumper at least three sizes too small for her always gets found. That will happen even if the jumper has what used to be vertical black and white stripes before they were stretched so drastically out of shape. The fact that Julie always sits next to a girl similarly dressed but with blonde hair doubles the chances too.

Julie is also way too young for me. She’s late twenties and I’m early forties, so as much as I like to look at her I have never tried to take it any further. But she’s not an airhead or a bimbo, and she is earning enough money to get the new super privacy screens that I was selling as a side line. These things are spectacular, and they allow the people inside to easily see out, and totally block the people outside from seeing in, regardless of whether it’s lighter inside and darker outside, or if it is the other way around. I’m not sure exactly how it’s done, there are layers of finely polarised material and some one way reflective sheets involved, but they work and that’s what counts. Like I said, from the inside you can see out, but from the outside all you see is the pattern or colour that I print on a special machine in my workshop.

Our main argument on this job was about the patterns for Julie’s screens. She wanted vertical black and white stripes, with the Collingwood logo on them, and I wanted just about anything else. But Julie is the customer. We were discussing it yet again.

“I’ll do it,” I said reluctantly, “but if it destroys my machinery I’ll charge you for it.” Julie grinned. She is the sort of Collingwood supporter who at least acknowledges that there is another point of view, even if she is absolutely sure they are wrong.

“For the money I’m going to pay you’d better,” she said bluntly, and I nodded. The screens aren’t cheap.

“I still don’t like it,” I grumbled, and then she smiled one those smiles that tells any man with half a brain to turn and run. I mustn’t have even a quarter of a brain, because I didn’t even turn.

“I’ll make a bet,” Julie said slyly, “if you win this weekend you can choose the decoration. Anything you want.” I must have looked interested, because she then continued very quickly. “If we win I get a twenty per cent discount off the whole job.”

Twenty per cent on that job was substantial, but that didn’t really bother me. Eight years earlier I had won first division in Tattslotto. People think that when you win the lottery you are set up for life, but that isn’t always the case. There were a number of winners that week and I had ended up with a bit less than seven hundred thousand dollars. It was enough to let me make a total change to my life, but not enough for me to give up work all together. Anyway, I quit my job fatih escort as a supply co-ordinator in a large garden supplies chain, and took up landscaping instead. Working for myself I could choose the projects I wanted to take on, and not being short of money I could allow enough time to do them right. As a result I got a good reputation very quickly, and the screen suppliers from Finland actually sought me out and asked me to represent them. By the time I was doing Julie’s project I was earning almost twice as much as I had been before I ‘retired’.

“You’re on,” I said with only a moment’s hesitation, breaking both of my rules at once. I knew that the chances of the Kangaroos beating the Magpies on the weekend were minimal at best, but I had this mental picture of Julie’s privacy screen being blue and white vertical stripes with the North Melbourne logo on them and I had to take the chance. Julie lifted an eyebrow.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yep.” Julie looked dubious.

“Can you afford that?” she asked suspiciously. I could see that she was now wondering if I was overcharging her.

“Not really,” I replied, “but the chance of having the Kangaroos colours and logo is just too good to refuse.” She looked shocked.

“You wouldn’t…”

“You said anything I want,” I replied smugly, and I put my hand out. “So shake or chicken out?” Julie stared at me for some time, and then shook my hand.

“We’ve got a bet,” she said, “I’ve just got to work out what do with the extra money I budgeted for the job.”

“Don’t count your chickens,” I suggested, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

The next day Julie gave me the chance to change my mind, and I thought that was really sporting of her. She knew as well as I did that the odds were firmly stacked on her side. Collingwood were the reigning premiers, and they had been almost unbeatable all year while the ‘roos were sitting in the bottom half of the ladder and had only shown a few flashes of their former glory all season. I knew I was throwing my money away, but as I said, I didn’t really care, and even the slightest of chances was worth it. We kept the bet.

By Friday afternoon I had the screens up on three sides. It was quite a job, because their strength was mostly achieved by interlocking them precisely together, and the foundations I had set into concrete had to be exact. Fortunately I was pretty well practiced, and the job was going well.

“I’m not looking forward to Monday,” I said, wiping my brow as Julie brought me a cold drink.

“Why’s that?” she asked, falling into the trap.

“Have to take them all down again to change the covers,” I said grinning, and she took a good natured swipe at me.

“Then the result will suit us both,” she teased, putting her hands on her hips and leaning toward me. I groaned silently as her chest stretched her already challenged polo shirt totally out of proportion. I swear that she must use wire to sew her buttons on; they should have been flying in all directions after that amount of force was applied. That incredible cleavage was just so distracting. I turned away and heard her giggle quietly. I had long ago realised that she was deliberately teasing me, but I didn’t care, the view was well worth it.

I was still single, and I had been since the week before my lottery win. At that time my wife of six years had finally decided she wanted to be young and free again, and in the ultimate irony I had left the court room much poorer and single, and had immediately bought the ticket that fixed everything my wife hated. She hadn’t liked that I was fat, but then again so was she. She hadn’t liked the amount I drank, but she drank too, and she hadn’t liked my job that kept me away from home so regularly. Our sex life had almost dried up entirely, and I think she was too nervous about being caught to have an affair. I had decided I could quite happily live without it, so I hadn’t gone looking elsewhere while we were married either.

Since the divorce my hard physical work had toughened and toned me up better than any gym could, and I can honestly say that I am now fitter and more ripped than most men who are half my age. I have cut down on the grog too, and I now sometimes drink wines instead of my previously preferred Carlton Draught beer. I don’t drink a lot either, because when your bank account has something in it that is worth stealing, you become much more careful about getting into situations where you don’t have full control. My new job is flexible too, and even though I can come home physically tired, I am always mentally refreshed. I tend to go out most Friday and Saturday nights, and now I get much more sex than I did back when I was married, and from a lot more different women too. I might find one to settle down with one day, but as they say ‘once bitten…’

I didn’t pick up that Friday night, but I was looking for a Julie amongst the crowd made up of some real and some temporary singles şişli escort at one of the over 28’s nightclubs. I found mutton, but no lamb, and I decided to go home early. I wasn’t nervous about the game, I expected us to lose, but I really hoped it wouldn’t be by too much.

When the ‘roos are playing, and I’m watching at home, I allow myself four beers, one for each quarter, so on Saturday evening I cracked the first one as the siren sounded to start the game. Within thirty seconds our long bomb at goal was touched on the line and we had a point. We were ahead, but then it all fell apart. Collingwood got five goals three (a goal is worth six points) and we got nothing for the rest of the quarter, so the scores were thirty three to a dismal one point at quarter time. I got a text from Julie asking if was watching the game, and I just replied ‘yes’. At least she wasn’t directly gloating. The second quarter was really scrappy, and we got a goal and a couple of points, but they got three goals and two points. The score at half time was to fifty three to nine and my misery wasn’t helped by seeing Julie and her friend in the crowd shots. I swear Julie’s smile was wider than her face. But I didn’t get a text this time.

I cracked my third beer as the ball was bounced and watched a rejuvenated Kangaroos team claw back some ground. They suddenly looked like contenders, but a goal to Collingwood after the siren (the mark was taken before the siren) sent us to the huddle on a bad note. We were still a long way back at seventy seven to forty, but there was a glimmer of hope. I was sorely tempted to turn on the radio to hear the final result, because the TV coverage was on delay, but I wanted to cling to some element of hope for as long as I could.

The start of the fourth quarter was awful. A very doubtful free kick and a fifty metre penalty gave Collingwood the early running, and I thought it was all over when our captain was knocked unconscious in a tackle that had the Collingwood player reported. Sadly the reported player could keep playing and we were down by one on the interchange bench as a result of the clash. Our hopes were raised as an angry team of Kangaroos started tackling like there was no tomorrow, and we got three quick goals, before conceding a point. Eighty three to fifty eight. Fifteen minutes of sensational football later and I was wondering if we had enough time to actually do it, they were ninety five and we were eighty five. Just two straight kicks would put us in front, but we were well into time on already, so the siren could call the end of the match at any time. We got a goal almost immediately, but they replied with another. I was on the edge of my seat as we ran the ball back down the centre and were rewarded with an easy goal from a free kick as one of their back men held on to our full forward. Just one more goal needed.

My voice was hoarse from shouting at the television as we hit the front a minute later with a sensational banana kick from the boundary line. We were ahead one hundred and three to one hundred and one. I was begging the final siren to sound as Collingwood got the break from the bounce, but the Kangaroo defenders looked totally exhausted and I watched in horror as Collingwood ran the ball down the centre and then on of their best players kicked the ball from just inside the fifty. The siren sounded just moments after the kick and the game hung on the ball that was heading toward the goals. It was too high to touch, so our only hope was inaccuracy as it faded to the right. Pandemonium broke out as the goal umpire patted the post, signalling that it had touched. We had won the game by a point.

For a moment I wondered what to do. Should I just forget the bet and continue the job? But that was just for a moment. I knew that I would have insisted that Julie get the discount had it gone the other way, and I really couldn’t let the chance pass. I’d had four beers that evening, but I still felt fine so I went to the workshop in my garage and started up the machinery to print the panels. I knew it would take up most of my Sunday, but it would be well worth it.

I didn’t see Julie on Monday, which was a bit strange. Usually she manages to get home before I’m finished on work days. I did get all of the panels changed over and I grinned as I left. She would be furious, but she had made the bet. Julie’s home is on a corner block. It is a small cream 1960’s brick veneer house, and the pool is beside it rather than behind it, so the privacy screens are essential. From the street I could see two sides of the screen and the Kangaroos colours and logos looked great. I took some pictures for my reference book.

“What will it take to change them back?” Julie asked. She was obviously not happy with the new look.

“I think they look fine as they are,” I replied casually.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” she said indignantly.

“Would you have taken the discount if the ‘Pies had won?”

“Yeah,” bakırköy escort she admitted her eyes down. “Look Darren, I can’t afford to pay you any more, I just don’t have the money,” then she looked up at me earnestly. “What can I do for you to convince you to change them back?” she asked again, and this time she thrust her chest toward me.

“I… uh…” I was lost for words, was she really suggesting a sexual deal?

“I’ve seen you looking at me, how would you like to do more?” she finally asked, making the offer clear.

“It would want to be a lot,” I croaked, my voice letting me down. I wanted her desperately, but this was not the way it should happen. It should be because she wanted to, and this felt too much like blackmail. My attitude toward this sort of situation is to make the stakes way too high, rather than just saying no, because a blunt refusal often escalated the situation and was seen as an insult. So I thought quickly, trying to think of the most outlandish demands possible.

“What?” she demanded, looking at least a bit happier because we were talking about it.

“Four sides means four times,” I said, before I had even thought out my reply properly, “and in four different ways.”

“What ways?”

“One tit fuck with a facial, one blow job and you swallow, one normal fuck to completion and one ass fuck to completion.” Julie looked stunned. “No condoms either,” I added. Julie’s face had drained of colour. That should put the sexual solution out of contention, I thought.

“I’ve never…” she started, “I can’t…”

“No worries,” I reassured her, “I can just leave it as it is.” She shook her head slowly.

“Tomorrow,” she muttered, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Julie turned and went into her house without saying anything else. She looked like she had been punched, and I felt guilty, but at least now she could be the one to refuse the deal, and that would keep her pride intact. I continued working on her paving for another hour, wondering if I had actually pushed her too far, but at least now nobody, including Julie, could see my embarrassing erection, because the screens were all in place. I managed to smile as I looked back when I left. It looked like the Kangaroos screens would stay up for some time.

I got a late night phone call from Finland that night asking me why an Australian customer was asking them if there were any other installers for their product. ‘Well done Julie’, I thought, at least she was looking for every possible answer. I told them that she was just trying to beat down my price to print new screens for her, and that they shouldn’t worry, I had already sold the gear. They sounded doubtful, but accepted that it was my sales territory and I had the right to handle it as I wanted.

PART TWO

But I didn’t sleep well. Half the time I had the most vivid erotic dreams of Julie’s various parts wrapping tightly around my cock, and the other half I was having nightmares about how my rather immature joke could ruin her life. I knew I had to decide which way to go, but the little head was winning the argument as dawn broke. It was telling me to stick to my guns and at least get a good fuck out of it, but after all the dreams my cock and balls felt like they were going to explode so I finally decided I had to take care of myself.

In what was one of the fastest wanks of my life I grabbed the shaft of my cock, replayed one of my erotic dreams in my head and about two and a half strokes later I shot a huge load of cum into the sheet. I never even had time to try and prevent wearing it, and the sheet and I were both soaked. Grinning ruefully, and thanking goodness that I wasn’t still married, I wiped up on a dry part, rolled the soiled bed sheets up and dropped them straight into the washing machine. Then I had a shower, and while the little head was dozing the big head decided that I was going to let Julie off. I would make her keep the Kangaroos covers for a month and then put her Collingwood ones back on. I was tired as I drove to Julie’s place, but I felt a lot less guilty. Deep down I also wished I was a bit less driven by my morals, because Julie was one hot chick, and knocking back a chance to do her was one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make.

She wasn’t there when I arrived, so I just went to work. Her paving was made up of solid marble tiles, and it was heavy and painstaking work to get them perfectly level and aligned. I was cementing them as I went, which meant frequent mixes, and the day slipped by with me barely noticing. That’s what I like about landscaping, the time passes quickly and you can see a tangible result when you are finished for the day. I was so engrossed that I never heard Julie come home or come out to the pool area.

“Darren,” she said from behind me, startling me, “I’ve been thinking about your suggestion…”

“Me too,” I said, hating myself for what I was about to say.

“No, let me go first,” she insisted, and I turned to her. “There are some things you want that I’ve never done before, and they are things that I am very scared of trying, but you said four parts for four walls, so if we start with one thing we can then see where we go from there. Is that OK?”

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I finished my drink, took his arm, and asked him if we should go up to our room. He wrapped his arm tightly around mine and took me toward the elevators. “What was that all about,” he asked, smiling.

“Well, when a handsome man walks into a room, the women just come running, don’t they,” I responded. “What makes you think I’d put up with that?” As I looked into his eyes, my mouth became dry and my hands started to sweat. “But then, you’re more than just handsome; you’re a god. Words can’t describe you.” He smiled seductively and put both of his hands on my face, pulling me to him and kissing me hard.

We made our way to the elevator, pushed the button, and waited. When the doors opened, I escorted him inside. The elevator was all glass with a brass hand bar. We had a clear view of the three other elevators traveling up and down the outside of the building. Other people started filing in, and soon we were forced to the back. He was sandwiched between the outer glass wall and me, my body pressed against his.

The closeness of our bodies soon had me aroused. I could feel him pressing back as I pressed against him. I moved my hands up and down the sides of his body. A slight moan escaped his lips as he pushed hard against me. I traced his lips with my fingertips and tilted his head to one side, giving me access to kiss his neck. I followed with his mouth, and he kissed back eagerly.

I don’t know how many people came sincan escort and went with each stop. All I knew was that I was lost in him. I was totally oblivious to what was going on around us as we explored our sexual desires.

As the elevator reached the 21st floor, the last of passengers exited. I turned to leave the elevator, but he suddenly pulled me back into the compartment and pressed the button to the top floor. The doors closed before anyone could enter.

As the elevator started to move, we felt a sudden jerk and it stopped abruptly. We looked at each other, confused at first. Then confusion gave way to arousal. I pulled him to me, and we kissed passionately. As our kissing intensified, I moved him to the back of the elevator, against the glass wall. Never breaking our kiss, I reached down and pulled the loose material of his dress shirt out of his pants and up, exposing his muscled stomach.

Dropping to my knees, I undid his belt and pants and pulled them to the floor, revealing his throbbing and engorged cock. The excitement surged thru my body like a lightning bolt. I leaned forward and started to lick feverishly. I wanted to taste him for so long, and now I was going to enjoy every moment. His scent was intoxicating, making me want him even more.

He wrapped his hands in my hair, clutching his fists and yelling as his climax washed over him. I sucked feverishly, devouring every last bit of his demetevler escort bayan juices, not letting a single drop escape my mouth.

He wasn’t done yet, and we both knew it. I stood up, undid my skirt, and let it fall to the floor, exposing my throbbing pink pussy. He lifted me up, turned me so that my back was against the elevator wall, and slid into me. A moan escaped his lips as he slowly pushed deeper into my pussy, wrapping his arms around me. I looked deeply into his eyes. I could see the burning desire that we had shared for such a long time without either one knowing.

We kissed passionately, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling himself in deeper. I met each thrust of his with equal force. Reaching down, he placed his hands on my ass and lifted me up. He pushed harder and harder into me. He moaned with every thrust, his rock hard cock sending exquisite shivers up and down my body. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

He could feel my body shaking and hear my moans getting more urgent. He knew I was reaching the point of no return. “Let me finish you with my mouth,” he said. Letting him pull out of me wouldn’t be easy, but I knew that feeling his hot wet mouth surrounding my swollen clit would be worth it.

He slid to the floor in front of me, reached up, and grabbed my hips with both hands. He moved his face between my spread legs and slowly started to move his tongue in a circle around the hood of my clit. He then moved his tongue down until it reached my love button. He kissed, licked, and sucked my clit, making love to it with his mouth.

I leaned my head back against the wall, moaning and moaning from sheer pleasure. Taking my ass in his hands, he squeezed each cheek firmly. He continued to lick my sensitive clit, probing further with his wicked, talented tongue. I could see the lust in his eyes as I looked down at him.

Looking deeply into my eyes, he could sense that my release was near. He ran his tongue up and down my sweet pussy, opened his mouth, and engulfed my cunt. Another moan escaped my lips as he slid his tongue deep into my throbbing pussy. With his nose against my skin, I felt him tease my engorged clit. It was too much for me to take! With a final moan, I emptied everything I had in me. All my lust, all my desires, cascaded down his throat.

Wave after wave of sexual bliss coursed through my body as he sucked the last of my juices. I pulled him up, and we embraced, kissing passionately. We held each other and started to laugh as the elevators outside drifted past us.

With a sudden jerk, we felt the elevator start to move. We scrambled to recompose ourselves. The elevator headed back down to the lobby as its default settings kicked in.

The elevator door opened, and energetic clapping filled the room as people who had watched our performance expressed their appreciation. An evil grin passed over his face. He grabbed my coat collar and pulled me back into the elevator. As the door closed, we kissed passionately and headed for the rooftop.

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The drive wasn’t to bad and I even got to relax and let some of the worries I’d been having go and let my mind drift as I drove to our weekend together. The leaves were just hinting at turning to the colors of fall and I hoped we’d have some time to take a drive into the local hills just to be alone and share some us time. So many things kept coming and going as I thought of the time we’d spent together so far and I smiled to myself with the knowledge of how relaxed and wanted you made me feel, something I’d been missing for so much of my life.

Telling you this in words is good and helps us bond but I want to show you in action and any other way I can think of. Maybe it’s the fact that so many others seem to forget the early days when they first started seeing one another or maybe it’s just taking things for granted or becoming lazy but I find myself knowingly not wanting this to happen with us. I never want to forget how excited and nervous I was the first time I actually saw you and how scared I was that my voice would skip and I’d say something so stupid you’d laugh at me. I want to keep the picture in my mind of how your hair looked and the way the light bounced off the highlights of the colors and just how beautiful you were then and are now. I see the colors of the leaves as I leave the main highway and start my twisting and turning of the country roads and my heart picks up as I think how soon I can take you into my arms again. The rest of the drive was a blur and before I even know it I find myself parked in the drive.

I can see you standing in the kitchen and by the fast movements I sense that maybe our plans might be about to change but when you see me standing there and I see that smile I forget the thought for a moment. Then as is now, that feeling I get overcome with as we hold one another, that’s something else I hope we never lose. Finally we let go and smile and I see something is wrong but you know how I am, I take things in stride and try not to get freaky over small things so when you tell me you got a last minute call and you had to go into work for part of the evening I just smiled and said no worries, I’d find something to do till you got off work. In fact, even as you spoke I had some ideas of how I could surprise you later on. A fast but sensual kiss and some slight stroking and off you went with a promise to be back in a few hours.

I almost laughed but held the thought and knowing the area some I knew how to get to the local mall and headed there. I walked around for a while looking more so than anything and wondering how it would feel to both of us when we could spend time doing this and things like it without the rush of only having a weekend. Was I upset that here I was, wanting you so badly and kızılay escort alone, somewhat but that’s what being together means, understanding and dealing with things as they came. I saw the candy store and went in and got a box of those chocolates you’d fell in love with and then the flower shop to get a little something just to make you smile and soon enough I saw it would be just a few more hours till you were done and I wanted to surprise you so back to your place I went and grabbed a shower. As I dry off I can see by the items left out that you’ve taken the time to trim yourself up and that in itself stirs things for me and I begin to wonder what your own surprises for me might be and that makes the plans I have even hotter.

I finish up and get dressed and seeing how it’s after midnight and the clients in the nursing home you work at should be fast asleep I drive down and ring the night buzzer. The look on your face when you see me tells me you might be glad I stopped to help break a boring night. I walk with you as you make your rounds and then we enter one of the private rooms, which to me looks more like an apartment. Being quiet so we don’t wake the old lady sleeping in the bedroom you do your thing while I settle down on the couch to wait. Looking around I get a kinky thought and wish your shift was done now so we could go back to your place and have some hot if not wild sex. By the time you’re done I’ve almost drifted off but feel the heat of your body as you settle down next to me. Talking low we catch up on what’s been happening with each other and I can’t help but stroke your hair and soft skin as I listen. Not a huge surprise but I soon find my fingertips dipping lower and lower till they brush the swell of your breast, and that funny little look you got just made me melt and desire you all the more. It wasn’t long before my fingers slipped under the edge of your bra and I was rubbing your nipple and feeling it stiffen, as well as my cock. When you eased down, allowing me more freedom to play I knew I had to have you, there and then.

The scene made me feel like a teenager again, being in someone else’s space, them sleeping not but a few feet away and the thought that they’d wake up or another member of the staff might walk in at any moment made it much more fun. Easing down beside you and pulling your knees apart and hearing your moans as I slid your pants down and then seeing the wet spot on your panties drove me wild. When I pulled it to the side and saw your moist shaved lips I had one thought, to get my tongue buried inside you as deep as possible. The chance of being caught was the only thing forcing me to no to take things slow even though I’d never hurried before and it wasn’t long till you had your eryaman escort bayan first climax, but I wanted more and kept running the tip of my tongue up and down each lip, slowing slapping each as I went then going down the other. I love the way your back arches when I do this but even more so when I stop and gently blow on your throbbing clit, right before I take it between my lips and suck gently as if it were a straw.

Seeing and feeling you try to muffle your moans aroused me like never before and when you covered my face completely with your cum and pushed me away, I think that was one of the happiest moments we’d shared so far. I cleaned up and sat down next to you and was about to say how I couldn’t wait till you got off, the clock I should add that we could go back home and truly make love, that you put your fingers against my mouth, smiled and lowered yourself between my legs. I’d never asked you to do oral on me and never took it for granted but this time I really wanted it. Whatever the reason, as I felt you unzip and lower my pants, and then take my cock on your hand, I wanted your mouth and wanted to let go for once and just enjoy it. The feeling of your fingers as they grasped the base of my shaft and with slight pressure began to pump it, letting the head of my cock brush across your lips over and over drove me wild and I tried to stay quiet but found it hard at best, but when you parted those soft lips and took my inside your hot wet mouth I couldn’t remain still. My only thought was to grab a handful of your hair and fuck that mouth, fuck it like I do your pussy and you gave it to me just that way. Sucking and stroking, a slight twist now and then as I pulled your mouth onto me over and over, feeling my balls slapping your chin dove me wild with desire. I’d usually pull away when I was about to cum and cover your face or tits, but not this time. No, I wanted it all and by the suction you had on my I could tell you did too, so I let go, and felt my cum gushing deep and long, felt your throat swallow again and again till I was drained. I Think I even got a little light headed. I still had your hair in my fist when I opened my eyes and saw you looking right into my eyes, smiling and licking your lips. As I pulled you up and held you close wanted this moment to last forever.

Just as we both got ourselves together it was perfect timing as we heard the other staff begin the next set of rounds, so waiting on them to pass so I could slip out was again like being a teenager.

Later when you walked into the house, I’d come back, showered again and fixed you a light snack and had run a bath for you. This was something I’d not done much of and it felt nice to care enough to do it for someone and afterwards laying in bed together, talking and being silly, it wasn’t long till I was stroking your thighs and feeling the warmth of your pussy once again. This was something I enjoyed doing and don’t like to rush. Soft slow gliding of a finger, then two between your lips, feeling your clit grow firm and bounce as a fingertip glides near always makes me smile. Gently this time, not being rushed I wanted to explore you and make you tingle. Slowly pulling your lips apart and using my middle finger to slap at your clit, feeling your hips begin to shake and your legs tremble before easing a finger inside you. With a slow motion thrusting it in and out, each time coming back to your clit and feeling you get wetter and wetter simply drives me wild to know my touch can do this for you, and to you.

Feeling you twist, pressing your lovely ass into me almost as if the pleasure is to much to handle but I stay with you, rolling as you turn and feeling your nails press into my arms, reaching a climax as I bite your neck and back slightly. It never seems long enough for me till you let me know you need some time to recover, so I let you. But only for as long ass it takes me to move down between your legs, slowly kissing and licking each thigh till I find your heat once again, but this time taking my time. Doing with my tongue what my fingers had just done. Spreading your puffy lips as wide as possible and slapping at your clit and then tiny circles, back and forth till you cum again and then starting over, always changing slightly but your orgasms always my goal, and my reward.

Sometimes it’s only a few times, but night like that one, when you have cum more times than some women do in a year makes me feel good and happy. Holding each other, recovering and just being makes it special. Feeling your hand stroking my chest, twisting the hair with your fingers and slowly moving down till they brush my cock, then feeling it jump and swell to your touch feels damn good too. Your laugh and giggles when you feel how wet I become with pre-cum and feeling you slick my cock up with it before moving to straddle me, taking my cock and gliding it inside you, feeling the cheeks of your ass settle against my balls and then as you glide up and down never gets boring. Enjoying the slow movements till you near another climax and then it’s as if you kick into high gear, thrusting yourself up and slamming down hard onto my cock and it’s like a fire hose that’s suddenly had pressure applied. Grabbing your arms or your hips I lift up to met your thrust, again and again till I begin to lift up and stay there as I blast the walls of your hot pussy with my cum, feeling stream after stream shoot inside you.

When you side down beside me and we hold each other, smiling and just enjoying the moment, I know that just like this trip, that I won’t mind the drive at all, only hope that one day it won’t be needed to be done and we can share every day together.

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Your body lies below me in the large bed. The pillows and blankets sprayed out on the mattress creating a very comfortable atmosphere. The soft sheen of light perspiration that comes after sex makes your skin glow in the lone light shining through The Doorway from the bathroom. Your lovely eyes look up into mine the gentle gleam in them all I need to know that you’re enjoying the evening so far. I have no doubt that you’ll enjoy the rest of it

I take your hands in mine and bring them together. You look momentarily startled to see the dark brown leather belt in my hand before I move behind you. It only takes but a moment as I wrap it firmly around your wrists. Tying them behind your back and wrapping it around tight enough to seem firm but with enough wiggle room if you chose to use it. I lean inside beside you as you sit on up on your knee’s facing the front of the bed. I plant my lips on yours, kissing deep and strong, before trailing kisses into you’re the curve of your neck. Pushing your hair out of the way as I put teeth to flesh on your collar bone, biting just hard enough to bring that over sensitive pressure out in a gasp. My finger tips tease all along your flesh as my hands move up your thighs, past the almost ticklish location near your waist before, moving along your shoulder blades and small trails with my nails down your back to the small of your back.

The bed creaks a little as I raise up behind you, firmly grabbing your leather wrapped wrists and push you forward on your knee’s with your. I grin as I begin to enjoy the sight of your tamed çankaya escort body in front of me, your nice ass raised up in the air, the small rose bud showing, before my eyes trails down to the beginning of your outer lips that lie between your legs. My hand spreads your ass cheeks before sliding down, the flat side of my fingers parting your outer lips, feeling the ever increasing moistness of your attraction.

My body moves up so I can I whisper in your ear forcefully. “Lead forward, and keep up on your knees and do not touch headboard.” The tone in my voice playfully dominate.

You feel a sudden void behind you as I move away from you. You can feel the bed move as I change into some position. You hold your body up on your knees as I commanded. The position leaving your ass in the air, you quickly realize what is about to happen, my mouth consume your pussy lips, the smell of your sex, the taste of your wetness my goal, you feel my tongue slide between your lips and up to your clit, twirling small circles around the little nub. My hands firmly around your legs pulling your ass down into my face. The moans above me tell me my mouth is doing something right. My hand slides inside your thighs as I look up your body; I quickly push my two of my finger inside your tight depths. The shock forces you to push your body against something due to the sudden penetration; you realize your mistake as you quickly move back on to your knees away from the headboard. To late, as it was exactly what I was hoping occurred, as you feel the sudden grazing of etlik escort bayan my teeth on your clit as I gently take it between my teeth and suck hard, rubbing the tip of my tongue against it while in my mouth over and over again. An intense pleasure racks your body, as my fingers are gripped like a vice and my head feels your thighs grip my head tightly. You ride my mouth to orgasm.

I slide from underneath you before I suffocate as your body still tenses; I firmly grab your thigh from behind and slide you into the middle of the vast bed. Your body still not down from its peak before I slide my cock into you from behind, my hands wrap around your tied wrists as I use them for leverage, pulling out as just the tip breaks away from your hot flesh before using your wrists for leverage to pull you against me, slamming deep and hard. The pleasurable shock overriding the roughness as I continue to use your arms to keep your body coming back into mine. Your orgasm not yet over, the deep rough strokes keep you up there as another one hits hard and you try and drop your head forward into the bed. But you can’t as I keep your body up as I push harder and faster into you.

I pull out of you quickly, enjoying the sight of my glistening cock leave the tight folds of your pussy before moving your body to the side. My legs straddle your leg as I rise your other one to my shoulders, and push my cock once more into you. The speed of the change and the new feeling as my cock head rubs against another sensitive spot inside you. Your eyes close as the tip of my cock hits hard into the rough part inside you. My hands wrapped around the thighs that is raised, I start pushing harder and harder, sliding your docile and bound body up and down the bed. Your body sliding along sheets as your nether lips slide along my member. The sounds of my waist hitting your own echo off the walls as I continue to take my pleasure from you. Small gasps and whimpers of pleasure come forth from your slightly parted lips.

Your body tenses and I can feel her inner walls contracting tight against my cock. Hard and slick with your juices, your inner muscles push me out as your body begins to shake from your climax. My orgasm at the cusp, I reach down and stroke myself hard, my hand rubbing flesh coated with your cum , I groan deep as my balls tighten and streams of cum jet out and cover your body, some hitting against your stomach, some against your very moist pussy lips, and some against your leg.

My hands reach down to rub between your lips, sliding in a finger and back out again as I lower your leg down and slide my body up yours. My fingers never breaking contact, my body meshes with yours. My mouth sliding long kisses up your stomach and between your breasts, before my eyes settle on your own. Hazy and heavy lidded your eyes meet mine and I can see the pleasure was enough. Soft smile of contentment as you allow me to stroke you down from your orgasm. I reach back behind you to release your bindings, and your arms jump forward to wrap around my chest as I finally part my hand from your lower half. I lay back and let your head settle into the crook of my arm, deep sleep but a few seconds away. I am beginning to enjoy raining days like this, and always wondered… what’s wrong with just a little leather?

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I’m cutting some vegetables to sauté up for dinner along with the chicken roasting in the oven when I hear you knock on the door. I yell that its open and that I’m in the kitchen, and a few seconds later your shoes are tapping down the hall into the kitchen.

I smile at you, telling you you’re just in time to set the table for me and turn my head to give you a kiss. Instead of a kiss you walk up close behind me and grab my wrists, shaking them gently until I release the knife and the red pepper I was slicing. You whirl me around and press my back up against the counter, and the next thing I know you’re grabbing my skirt and tugging it up. I slap your hands away, telling you I have to get dinner ready – but apparently you have other ideas.

Dropping to your knees, you quickly work my skirt up to my waist and grab my underwear. Giving me an evil grin, you use both hands to tug on the fragile material until I hear a tear, which is followed by the sight of you throwing my new overpriced lace panties on the kitchen floor. I give you a dirty look which is returned with an innocent one as you lift one of my legs over your shoulder, and pull my pussy down to your mouth.

I close my eyes and gasp as your tongue starts probing the length of my slit, teasingly dipping between my pussy lips but not entering them. You pull me closer and I feel my flesh pressed tightly against your mouth and face. My leg buckles slightly as you move the tip of your tongue to my clitoris, and start teasing me with quick hard licks.

Your mouth doesn’t leave my wet pussy for demetevler escort what seems like forever…until I feel myself start stiffening with each stroke of your tongue, tantalizingly close to the sweet anticipation of an orgasm.

Instead of an orgasm, I get you placing my foot back on the floor and smiling sweetly at me, telling me to go ahead and finish getting dinner ready…because surely you wouldn’t want to get in the way of a good meal.

Oohhhh! I try to tackle you but with my weak knees and throbbing pussy just end up being pulled to my knees and manhandled as you lean over me, unbuttoning my shirt and drawing it off my shoulders. You unhook the front of my bra and pull it off, then kneeling before me, reach out with your tongue towards one of my nipples. I watch it change from soft and puffy to tight and erect in a matter of seconds, and the other one follows suit even as you move your lips to caress it too.

Trickles of warmth flood my insides as your tongue slowly laps over my full breasts, your teeth giving an occasional bite at the tips. Starting to get desperate to have you inside me, I slowly tease one thigh between your bent legs until it can rest against your hard cock. I can feel the change in you when my body bumps against you there, you become more aggressive in your attentions to my breasts, and it’s not long before you’re moving away from me far enough to unzip your pants.

Guiding me to the middle of the floor, you lay me on my back and raise my legs as high and far back as you can, spreading me wide open. çankaya escort bayan You move your heavy cock so it’s resting between my thighs, and I start trying to wiggle capture it and slide it in me. You just lazily move it over my wet labia until both of us are coated with my juice, ignoring my body’s urgent pleas. Soon you’ve teased me enough and you slowly push the head into me. I let out a low moan as you start slowly stretching me out a little at a time, until your cock is sunk deep in the heat of my pussy.

Your thrusts are gentle at first, and my pussy hungrily clenches around its silken flesh, trying to keep it in me. The feel your body pressing against me and the look of concentration on your face soon has me right back on the brink of orgasm. I relax and enjoy the feel of your thick cock’s rhythm in and out of my body, finding it increasingly harder to relax my muscles and it’s not long before my body grips you in a strong vice, and I can feel you are having trouble moving, and in danger of cumming if I keep it up.

I free my legs and plant my feet on the floor beside your body so I can lift my hips up to meet your thrusts. I’m torn between helping you to fuck me hard and fast, and the urge to pull you deep into me and just grind my sensitive lips and clit against your body until you cum.

The choice is taken from me when you give an unexpected hard thrust deep in me and hold me down with the weight of your body, pinning me with your cock against the cool linoleum floor. You body freezes over me and I hear you breathe deeply for a few seconds before starting to slowly move in and out of my cunt again, rocking against me and causing a new flood of moisture to well up in my body.

You reach down and capture my lips with yours, giving me a hard deep kiss as you reach one arm under my ass to lift me even closer to your body, crushing my tits against your chest. I feel the roughness of your pubic hair slide across my clit and it’s just what I need to send me over the edge. I let out a shriek as my orgasm sweeps over me, thrashing under your body and pounding the head of your cock against the inside of my body. My hoarse moans continue as the last spasms rush thru my body and your cock keeps pounding away inside me.

Satisfied that I’m more than content with you, finally you relax enough control of yourself to concentrate on my tight soaking wet pussy and the urge to let your cock shoot hot cum deep in my pussy. The sensation of your hard shaft stiffening then madly thrusting in me sets off another thrill in my body and I arch my back and spread my thighs to give you access to me.

You can’t take much of that slick fast fucking after my pussy has been squeezing around you for so long. Soon your fast ragged breaths turn to moans of pleasure as my tight muscles milk your cock. With a final cry you shove yourself deep inside me and your body jerks above mine as you empty yourself inside my body.

Collapsing above me for a minute, you use your last remnant of strength to roll off of me and pull me on top of you, still firmly attached to me with your cock. You reach a finger up and trace it lovingly thru the sheen of sweat glistening on my tits all the way to the first tendrils of hair at my pussy before complimenting me on the best dinner you’ve had all week.

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One month had passed since the deal had been struck by Hale and Jen. Both parties were sticking to their agreement and Hale had now loss 22 total pounds and Jen had provided two subsequent blow jobs. The first had occurred only five days after the deal had begun as Hale had begun his routine with great gusto, losing thirteen pounds in that time. The weigh in that day had been done at the end of a particularly good day on the treadmill and as the club was busy they had agreed to meet up in the parking lot after her shift had ended. They had planned well enough to have Hale be her last client of her shift.

Jen remembered how Hale practically ran out the door with an erection and she had met him several minutes later in his car, where he was covering his free and fully erect penis with his jacket in the event that someone inadvertently walked by.

“Well now…look who is ready!” His cock appeared a bit bigger than it had last time and was a bright red and deep purple color as it seemed to strain for air. “Let’s see if you can hold on for a few more minutes than last time sailor.”

“Aye-aye skipper,” he moaned as her lips encircled his engorged cock head. Their last time had been a rushed and messy engagement in the club massage room, and Hale had cum in less than two minutes. Jen decided to apply less force and take her time. Although still heavy and weighing in at three hundred and fourteen pounds, Hale’s body was clean and smelled it.

Jen etlik escort loved the smell of the cock and balls of an excited man. She concentrated on her saliva and her seal on his cock, making sure that she swirled her tongue on him at the very top and never really letting his cock escape her lips.

Hale’s hands had rested mostly on her head and shoulders while she performed for him. Their agreement called for intercourse only after Hale had achieved his actual end goal, hopefully at the end of one year. She was feeling pretty horny though and released him for a minute to adjust her wet panties and to remove them.

Watching the question in his eyes, Jen returned her head to his crotch and shifted her ass a bit, lifting her skirt and said “just because we can’t fuck doesn’t mean you can’t make momma happy.”

It became pretty clear that both parties would enjoy their arrangement hereafter. Hale’s fingers deftly found their mark and Jen jumped as he quickly and forcefully entered her with two fingers. He alternated directions and force and easily had Jen moaning in several seconds. Her moans somewhat stifled by his cock, the vibrations only added to his happiness and she felt him adjusting his back to deliver the rushing flood of cum.

She lifted her head and directed him to breathe and then gave herself a moment or two to enjoy the sensation of his plunging hands. “Oh, that’s right! Finger fuck me! Make me cum hard.” kızılay escort bayan Jen enjoyed dirty talk, especially because it really seemed to work on Hale and even though he had lasted much longer tonight, she was quickly rewarded with his orgasm of five powerful jets of cum that she did her best to swallow immediately.

She couldn’t see Hale’s face when he came, but she could feel his whole body tense and as she captured his juice in her mouth, she felt him relax and breathe again. After several moments she released him from her mouth with a soft pop and concentrated on the feeling of her own building orgasm. Hale’s fingers with long and thick and he kept his nails smooth and trim. He also knew how to touch a woman and the warmth of her body soon washed over his hands as she climaxed softly.

“Wow, Hale. Pardon my saying so, but your wife is a lucky woman.”

Hale seemed surprised by the statement, considering what they had just done and was quiet for a few moments.

“Sorry Hale, I didn’t mean to say it that way but….”

“Actually no worries. I was just thing about how your goal of helping my marriage as a side benefit is already paying off. Mandy made a comment about my progress and I couldn’t help but jump her bones each of the last two nights.”

“Way to go buddy!” Jen’s look was more distant than her words, remembering her own comments about her husband and thinking that she was horny enough to ride his arrogant cock tonight.

Sensing a closing of her mind, Hale thought he should apologize for bring it up. “We should probably avoid talking about them.”

“No its okay. They are both part of why we are here, but I can’t help but be jealous of what you have.” I she wanted to say more, she didn’t and instead turned her eyes away from him and back to his now semi hard cock. “Well look who is still around!”

Hale’s cock twitched a bit with her attention and started to grow. She leaned down and gave him a ball to tip lick and said “see you next time big fella. I’d ride you now, but I want to save that for later.”

Turning back to him in her difficult position in his front seat, Jen offered him a kiss and put on her underwear and left the car as she smoothed her skirt. Before closing the door she turned and asked him “How do I look?”

“Like you just sucked my cock and walked right into a fashion magazine.”

“Careful Hale, talk like that is going to get you bonus blow jobs.” And with that Jen shut the door and walked away.

As he tried to tuck his erection into his boxers and pants, Hale watched Jen’s ass sway as she walked to her car and gave a wave as she got in and drove off. Out loud but to himself he said: “I may just be the luckiest man alive.”

Hale never noticed that his other car was parked two rows behind his in the parking lot. He certainly did not notice the disbelief and bewilderment in her eyes. Mandy’s suspicions, improbable as she thought them to be at first were now confirmed. Her only problem was that she had no idea how to deal with the mixture of emotions she was now feeling.

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Steve opened his eyes in a panic and slowly relaxed as he saw his wife’s beautiful face resting on the pillow next to him. He always broke out in a sweat when he had nightmares, recurring nightmares about her leaving him that is.

Steve had always been a confident man in every aspect of his life, except when it came to her, to his Jamie. He had always thought he was happy until the day she came into his life, realizing he had been missing it all. Now that he had it, he feared it would all slip out of his hand somehow. She constantly reassured him of how much she loved him but still his subconscious played it’s nasty tricks.

He stared at her beautiful face, admiring her feminine features. Her lips were full and a light shade of pink, her nose was straight and perfectly symmetrical. Her eyes were almond shape, almost like a cat’s eyes and now closed, and after two years of marriage it was the first time he noticed what long beautiful lashes she had. The small dimple on her chin added just the right touch. God she was beautiful he thought to himself as he laid there staring at his sleeping wife. Even as he admired her beauty, it was not her physical aspects that he admired most. It was the sound of her voice that could make everything seem ok, the touch of her hand that soothed his pain on so many occasions, the kisses she placed on his eyes for no reason that gave his life meaning.

He refrained from touching her as she was sure to awake. eryaman escort He was never selfish when it came to her. He placed a hand on her hip and he fell back asleep.

Moments later, Jamie’s eyes opened and she noticed her husband’s hand on her hip. He must have had that bad dream again she thought. Her heart broke in two any time he told her about it, she wished she could make those dreams stop so he would never feel that pain. She stared at him for a few minutes, admiring his manly features; his beautiful hair messy from sleeping on it, his beautiful hazel eyes were now sheltered behind his lids, his neatly trimmed mustache covering his beautiful mouth. A mouth she could kiss a million times. As he slept, his dimple was unnoticeable. She smiled to herself as she thought of how cute it was when it appeared every time he laughed or smiled.

Jamie knew Steve loved her and although she didn’t express her love as often as he did, she tried demonstrating it on countless occasions as she was about to do right now. She glanced at her sleeping husband and gently removed his hand from her hip, he turned on his back still in deep sleep. She gently pulled the covers up, making her way quietly under them. It was a good thing they always slept naked she thought, it would make her mission easier.

Jamie slowly reached between Steve’s legs and grabbed hold of his cock, the minute she held it in her hand, it began to harden. She only grabbed sincan escort bayan it at first, feeling it, she loved to handle his cock. When erect it was a full eight inches, thick and beautiful. She licked her hand to use her saliva as a lubricant. She slowly grabbed his member again squeezing it gently. He only stirred lightly. She knew he was probably having the sweetest dream right about now. Jamie slowly lowered her open mouth onto his stiffening cock and took it all the way in and dragged her lips the full length of it, then making it slip out of her mouth. Steve slowly opened his eyes feeling the moisture from her saliva on him. Half dazed, he could only see a bump under the covers. She reached for his balls, fondling them as her tongue came up and down over the full length of his manhood.

“Mmmmm” She moaned.

He yanked the covers off and saw his wife’s beautiful blonde mane below his waist. He gasped as the tip of her tongue circled the tip of his hardening cock.

“Urrrrgh Jamie, God” he closed his eyes again.

She was great at giving him oral pleasure, not only because she was talented but because all her desire for him went into it.

She grabbed hold of the shaft teasing him as she licked the whole length of him. As she reached the tip again, the tip of her tongue licked and played there again and she tasted his precum. His hand reached for her head, his fingers intertwined her blonde locks holding her steady as his cock pumped in and out of her mouth.

“Fuck Jamie!”

“Yes that’s it Steven, fuck my mouth” she told him as she alternated between, licking and sucking, now also using her hand to stroke him to help control the pace. He looked down wondering why she had stopped for a second and then he felt her mouth on his balls, she nuzzled at them at first, until she took them into her mouth. She moaned again, sending vibrations through him. He couldn’t hold off much longer.

“That’s it you little cum slut, suck me, suck my cock and make me cum. You want my cum in your mouth don’t you?”

She didn’t reply, only quickened her pace, she moved her mouth to his cock again, taking him all the way in and pumping his cock in and out of her hungry hole like a wanton slut. Her hand grabbed his thick member and as she sucked him her hand followed her mouth stroking it, soon he would be ready to explode.

“Fuck yes, I love your cock, I love the way you fuck my mouth”

“You nasty little cunt, suck me harder!” with that her mouth tightly gripped onto his cock as he shot his load inside her warm moist mouth.

“Urrrrrrgh Goddddd Jamieeeee”

His body tensed as he closed his eyes and she held on tight, wanting to take in all of him. As the last drop of semen made it’s way into her mouth and down her throat, she licked the tip and looked up at him as she smiled.

“Goodmorning my love”. He smiled back.

“Yes it is” He said as she placed herself down next to him and fell fast asleep. He looked up at the ceiling as she stroked her hair.

He thought of what heaven was like, it couldn’t be better than this.

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