The Neutralizer Pt. 06

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Babes

Nourished as a Child

“There, there.” Ina cooed. “Everything’s alllllll better. How was that ride to the cosmos? You got drained, baby, all the way to the very last drop! Ooooooh—let’s look at your eyes now!”

She turned and gasped. “D-doctor! They’re completely white! There’s no color at all except for his pupils!”

Ow! What in the—? A tingling sensation of pins and needles caused her to look down. Small patches of wetness were forming across her chest. Oh, Goddess. Time to go home.

* * * * *

From across her bedroom, Ina cast a loving smile towards Zhertiko Joberi as he lay in her bed, having been freshly deposited there by the InterGalactica Delivery Unit. It had been a long journey to get him to this point, but his eyes were no longer black, proving his soul had been emptied of the toxic negative matter.

Instead, they were completely white, other than the black of his pupils, with no hint of their original green color. Upon seeing this, Dr. Daru had announced this was a rather interesting development and it most likely meant the color would return with the proper dosage of positive matter and yes, you’re free to take Joberi home with you, just keep me posted with any changes.

The Wsidu had been somewhat reluctant to let go of his phallus. She shuddered, remembering how the translucent flower had increased the voltage of its shocks on his shaft when the scientists tried to detach it. And the stalk that had been inside his cock? Ooooooooh…it had refused to let go, requiring the scientists to forcefully yank until it cleared his slit with an audible pop while Joberi frantically howled. His body had shaken with the aftershocks, cock bobbing up and down as if in the throes of orgasm, but no fluid emerged. The negative matter had been completely and thoroughly extracted. The engorged flower had been sated with the nutrients from his cock.

In the time it had taken Dr. Daru and his assistants to clean Joberi and get him prepped for travel to Ina’s domicile, the slight aching she had felt earlier had crept to a persistent throbbing. Her breasts hadn’t changed much in size, really; the change had manifested itself in the feelings of heaviness and fullness. And the wetness.

Goddess, the wetness. That had been embarrassing. She had just stood there, shifting from one foot to the other, hands awkwardly cupped over herself and not knowing at all what to do. People in the scientific field certainly had a bad reputation for being unerringly focused on whatever task they were currently doing, but thankfully one of the female assistants noticed her dilemma and passed her some gauze to stuff in her uniform and soak up the excess liquid.

She shook her head to clear the memories. Finally, she had him türkçe bahis all to herself. Her body was more than ready to give him the antidote, the positive matter that her breasts and genitalia were producing just for him.

The entire situation was mind boggling to Ina. She was about to disrobe, let a fully grown male place his lips around her nipples and areola, and—most confusing to her—fluid from inside her body was going to leave her body and nourish him!

He was nothing like before, though. No more growls, no more hisses. No more aggression.

No, now Joberi lay under the covers in a pair of briefs, just as docile as could be, taking in his surroundings with his completely white eyes. There wasn’t much to look at, really…just her bed (thank the Goddess she had saved her leflip and splurged to get the bigger size), a wall-mounted holovid, and a nightstand. Like the other domiciles provided to the Zhertum, she had a cooking area, living area, and refresher in addition to her room.

“The doctor said you’ll need to get your first dose as soon as possible.” Ina slid out of her uniform and undergarments, tossing them and the soaked gauze to the floor with a sigh of relief. “Ahhhh… And not a moment too soon—I think I’m starting to leak again.”

Joberi angled his head toward her but didn’t say anything. Climbing into the bed with him, she propped up on an elbow, ensuring her achy breasts aligned with his mouth. “Open up, sweetie. Time for your medicine.”

His mouth stayed firmly shut.

Ina sighed and scooted closer, caressing his face and running her fingers through his thick black mane. “Come on,” she cajoled. “You know you want it…” She teased his closed lips with a pale rose nipple, painting them with positive matter.

His lips parted slightly, so she arched her chest out and slipped her nipple and areola into his mouth. “Goddessssssss…you’re so warmmmmmm. Go on, baby, and drink your medicine.”

His body must have recognized the positive matter for what it was, because his mouth immediately latched on, furiously pulling on her tit to imbibe more of its life-giving substance.

She thought she was prepared for it, but the sudden, almost harsh suction combined with the liquid rush as the positive matter let down was too much for her. Reflexively flinching away before settling back, she offered him her breast again. “Sorry, baby.”

“Argh!” Joberi choked on the stream at first, but quickly settled into a pattern of rhythmic gulps.

“Ouch! Watch the teeth!” Ina grimaced. “Okay, this is so not comfortable, Joberi. Mommy’s got to change positions. Let me sit back against the headboard and you lie across my lap. Can you let go long enough for me to”—he grabbed her breast with both of his iddaa siteleri big hands and sucked even harder, his eyebrows drawing together in a frown—”okay, okay, you can keep it in your mouth.”

After a bit of maneuvering, she found herself sitting against the headboard, her left knee propped up, her right leg tangled between Joberi’s as he lay diagonally atop her, and his head cradled in the crook of her left elbow.

She looked down at Joberi’s closed eyes. He seemed so content now, just taking his medicine like a good boy. Reaching out with her right hand, she traced his features, trailing gently over his dark eyebrows. I’m so jealous of those long eyelashes. It’s unfair.

Ina had never been intimately touched by anyone before due to the oath all Zhertum swore, and now here she was, naked as could be, with a heavy and mostly naked male on top of her as he fed from her. Liquid trickled slowly and steadily into his mouth, following the ebb and flow of his demands, and from her other breast in an even slower manner.

It was arousing, for sure, but not at an overwhelming level. The sensations were odd, too, if not a bit disconcerting. The hot, wet warmth of his mouth and tongue. The hints of teeth accidentally scraping her every now and again. The chill his exhalations left after the heat dissipated. The powerful suction and release against her breast. The caress of his tongue underneath her areola as it coaxed the milk out. The heat of his hands as he squeezed in rhythm with his sucks. It caused her exposed nipple to feel outright cold in comparison.

Moving her hand to balance out the sensations, she brushed her fingers over her wet nipple. A giggle left her as Joberi stopped sucking and grumpily looked at her fingers before pulling them down to his own nipple with a stern, “No.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll keep my fingers on yours.”

True to her word, she idly played with his nipples. Well, really just the one since the other was smooshed against her stomach. But round and round she traced it for long minutes until he lifted his head off of her breast. “Are you done, sweetie? Ready for the other one?”

He nodded and rotated so he could nurse from her other side. Drinking in long pulls, he grabbed her free hand and put it on top of his briefs.

“Here, too?” At another assenting nod between sucks, Ina lazily extended and retracted her fingers over his bulging briefs while awkwardly trailing her nails over his scalp with her bent arm. Was this how a mother felt as she nourished her child? Well, aside from the sexual bits.

They were completely relaxed, just basking in the peaceful mood. Joberi never hardened under her gentle strokes, staying soft and limp in both body and cock as he greedily nursed.

After deneme bonusu veren siteler long moments of this tranquility, his pulls lessened in intensity and in suction as his eyes drifted shut. A few seconds more, and he stopped sucking entirely, his lips drooping and releasing her shiny saliva-covered bud.

Ina cautiously inched away, but froze the instant his eyes flew open. His mouth sleepily snatched her rosy tip, pulsing lightly before falling off again as his eyelids slowly sagged.

“Poor baby,” she whispered as she wiped his lips and chin with the bedsheet. “I know you’re exhausted—you had such a big day today. Don’t go to sleep yet; you need to go potty.”

Dragging a half-asleep man to the refresher was no easy task when he steadfastly refused to help her. Finally, he swayed in front of the recycler unit in the refresher. “Pull your briefs down, baby.”

He managed to drag them down, but in his sleepy state, his hands tangled in the fabric. His cock, however, thought the sudden cool air was the signal to start spraying.

“Joberi—what—hold it dow—” Ina grabbed his cock in between chuckles and angled the stream down. “Goddess, this is so weird. Oof—you didn’t seem so tall laying on that table. Good boy. Let’s shake the last drops out and wipe you down right quick before we go to bed. There we go. Such a long day for my sweet boy. Go on, back to bed with you. And turn on the lamp, please.”

After using the recycler for herself and taking her hair down from her bun, Ina dimmed the main lights and crawled into bed. Seeing he was turned on his side, Ina did the same, staring into his otherworldly white eyes that were now flecked with green.

“Hi,” she spoke in a muted tone.

“Hi,” he rumbled back softly.

“You ready for some sleep, big guy?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Come here, baby. You took your medicine like such a good boy.” Ina snuggled him close to her. He squirmed around until he got comfortable, then reached for her hand, directing it under the covers and around his soft, naked cock.

She reared back in surprise. “You took your briefs off?”

He shyly grinned at her and nodded.

“You cheeky, cheeky boy. Let’s get some sleep now. Can you turn off the lamp for me, please? Good boy. Wha—again?”

In the sudden darkness, Ina felt Joberi latch onto her breast again, gently sucking. A small smile graced her lips as she tenderly played with his foreskin and glans, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Early the next morning…

There was a warm, wet, and insistent pressure on her clit. Mhmmm. That feels so good.

Her sleepy stretch came to a halt when her hands refused to move. What in the galaxies…why are my hands stuck to my headboard?

“Wake up, baby.”

What? Those words hadn’t come from her. They had come from between her legs.

Ina’s eyes flew open and stared down directly into Joberi’s fully green irises as he held her knees apart. Knees that had restraints dangling from them.

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The Mind of a Cock

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Ass

I am rather a strange guy. I like to know why things are the way they are.

One day I was fucking my girlfriend for the second time one night and I thought, “I wonder what my cock is thinking, if I am overworking it or expecting too much from it.”

When I shot my load in her cunt, I couldn’t help but think if my cock was done for the night or if my cock would be ready for more later on.

My cock never failed me before so I just assumed it would be ready for more later on.

So, I decided to do an experiment.

I know a lot of girls and I have fucked most of them. So, I called them up and asked if they would help me with my experiment.

After they stopped laughing, most of them said they would help.

Now, this wasn’t going to be a pure scientific experiment where the results would be published but the results could help me in my sex life.

I arranged for the girls to come over my house every night for a week to fuck. That meant seven girls in seven days which would would put my cock to a good test, figuring on how many times my cock would be able to perform (cum) with each girl.

Prior to beginning the experiment, I didn’t jerk off or cum for the whole week before.

Monday night, Diane came over. She is 19, 5’7″, 115, brown hair, normal size tits and a great fuck.

We had some wine and then went bonus veren siteler into the bedroom. By this time my cock was already hard. Obviously, it knew what I was thinking.

We undressed and my cock was ready for action as it was well rested. My cock was in a hurry to get into a warm, wet spot, so I slipped it in her cunt.

Now, my cock was in a hurry but I kept it under control and rested it a bit before I put it to work.

Then, it happened. My cock started thrusting in Diane’s cunt without me telling it to. It had a mind of its own, for sure. It wanted to do its job and cum.

I tried slowing my cock down but by now, it was too excited and fucked Diane furiously. Then he did it. He shot his cum deep into her cunt.

Soon, he slipped out of her cunt like a limped dick.

Diane was very pleased with his performance and wanted more. I told her she would have to wait, but she was impatient.

So, in order to help my cock, she took my limp dick in her mouth and brought it back to life. Soon, my cock was nice and hard but I didn’t know how well it would perform on such a short notice.

Well, my cock came to life again and got into action. He slipped in her cunt again and wasted no time fucking this beauty. After a short time, I got the feeling my cock was going to perform again and, sure enough, bahis he came through and boy was Diane happy.

The three of us decided we had enough for the night and called it quits.

I do believe my cock needed a rest, anyway.

Tuesday night, Donna came over. She is 18, 5’5″, 110, black hair, small tits but gives great head.

We had some wine and went into my bedroom. My cock was way ahead of me and was nice and rigid as it should be.

Donna started playing with my cock and before we knew it, my cock was deep in her mouth as she was sucking away.

My cock looked so big and proud as Donna sucked away. Then, I knew it was time. My cock gave every indication of performing its task.

Sure enough, my cock gave Donna more than she could handle and his cum seeped out of her mouth. This time, he staid rigid as he must have really enjoyed it.

Soon, I had my cock in her cunt and he was fucking her like crazy and when he was ready to perform, he did but only a little, much to Donna’s disappointment.

However, an hour later and my cock did perform very well for Donna.

Now, over the next few days, the results were similar and my cock always came through.

One night, one of the girls couldn’t come over so I called my friend Richard to come over so I could tell him of my experiment and the results deneme bonusu so far.

I told him that my cock has performed well every time, cumming when it was supposed to.

I also told him that my cock likes to get blow jobs as he is ready for action, almost immediately.

He asked if I wanted to try something. I told him ok.

Then, he came over to me and undid my pants and pulled out my cock. Surprisingly, my cock was ready for action.

He eagerly put my cock in his mouth, a first for me, and he sucked my cock until it was ready to perform. Then, my cock did perform and shot stream after stream of cum into his mouth. He even staid hard after that performance.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. My cock was still rock hard. Then Richard did it again and my cock performed well in such a short period of time.

Apparently, my cock enjoys having another man suck him off, a surprise to me.

The last night, Lisa came over. Now, Lisa is something else. She lives and breathes sex.

As soon as she arrived, we went right into the bedroom. We stripped off our clothes and she immediately started sucking my cock that was so hard, it hurt.

Soon, my cock got so excited that it filled her mouth completely.

As soon as she swallowed it all, she kept my cock in her mouth until it was hard again. This time she got on all fours and placed my cock at her asshole entrance.

My cock was ready now and didn’t waste any time getting in her ass.

A few pumps and my cock shot a nice load in her ass.

Boy, was he proud at performing exceptionally well.

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The Masseuse , The Landlord

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Connie was hanging around her kitchen, awaiting her first costumer of the day. She’s a masseuse, licensed by the state to conduct her own massage parlor. Only problem here was the fact that she was working out of her apartment, which was against the complex’s rules. So far she hasn’t been caught, she tries hard to screen her appointments.

Connie is forty years old, long blond hair, combed straight down her back to her waist. Her face has a lot of wrinkles, from the worry of where the next dollar is going to come from. Her breasts are not overly large, but they are firm, round and her best feature. Her waist is getting larger as the years go by and her legs are long and still in pretty good shape.

Connie tries hard to keep herself looking good, because her ad is for Erotic Massages. She has had a few customers leave in the middle of a massage, because they were unsatisfied with her. Connie was giving some serious thought to calling it quits and finding a real job to make ends meet.

As Connie sat, sipping her coffee, she hear a knock on the door. Getting up to answer it, she turned the knob and started to open it. Suddenly the door was shoved open, and Connie’s landlord was pushing his way into her apartment. Connie fell back into the kitchen, grabbing the kitchen table for stability.

“What in the hell do you think your doing,” she yelled.

The landlord, Jim Thompson was about six foot three, 360 pounds, balding, and had the stump of a cigar in his mouth. His beer gut hung from under his shirt and over his belt, and he smelled of bad breath and beer.

“Well Miss Connie,” Jim said, “I’m your next customer”.

Connie was really taken aback at this. True she didn’t know who her next customer was, but she never in her life thought it would be him.

Jim said, “I’ve seen the ad you run for Erotic Massages, and you know I can have you evicted if you don’t do what I tell you”.

“I know what you can do Mr. Thompson, and I’m sure we can come to some mutual agreement,” Connie said.

“Oh we’re going to agree, that’s a fact, because if we don’t, you’ll be in jail this afternoon,” Jim said.

“Okay, okay, let’s get this over with,” Connie said.

“Connie, first off, you are not the one that is going to give me a massage, I want your daughter to do that,” Jim said.

“She not licensed for that,” Connie said.

“Don’t give a dam if she’s licensed or not, either she does it, or I call the cops,” Jim said.

Connie fell to the chair and wanted to throw her coffee cup at that ugly bastard, but she had no choice, she had to follow through.

“Okay, I’ll talk to her, but your going to go home and take a bath and look half way presentable when you come back,” Connie said.

Jim turned to leave and just laughed at Connie. “I’ll be back in a hour, you better be ready for me,” he said. He opened the door and slammed it behind him as he left.

Connie went to Betty’s room and knocked as she entered.

“I need to talk to you sweetheart, I’m in a bit of a bind and I need your help,” Connie said.

Betty was twenty two years old, stood five three, slim build, bright red hair, cut short, green eyes. She weighed just under one hundred pounds. Her breasts were small, but looked perfect on her. Her butt was her best asset, as it pouted out as if yearning to be touched. Her legs were thin, but nice.

Connie went on to explain what the landlord wanted and if he didn’t get his way, she’d end up in jail.

“Your not going to jail mom, I’ll do it for you, but you need to show me what to do,” Betty said.

Connie took Betty into the spare room and showed her the different creams and oils and told her what to use them for, and gave her a small demonstration on what to do.

“Okay Mom, I think I got it, but I’ll have to change and be ready for him when he gets here”. “I also want you to stay in your room while he’s here, no matter what you hear, okay”?, she asked.

“Alright, but you do know I don’t like this,” Connie said. She then went into her room and closed the doors.

Betty also went to her room, she removed the clothes she had on and took a quick shower. Coming back into her room, she opened a drawer and brought out a peach color pair of thong panties. Slipping them up her legs, they felt so good. The silk like fabric always made her feel special. Whenever she wanted to masturbate, she’d wear these panties. She then found the matching bra and placed it over her small breasts, clasping it closed in the front. Looking in the mirror, she liked what she saw and went to her closet to get a light robe, to cover herself. She then went to the kitchen to await the landlord.

Betty did not have to wait long, when she answered the knock on the door. Opening the door she let Jim in to the apartment. He had cleaned up, but to her eyes he was still a fat, ugly, beer guzzling, son of a bitch illegal bahis to her. She showed him back to the massage room, told him to undress and get on the table and she’d be right back.

When Betty went back in the room, Jim was lying on the massage table, with a large towel over his large butt. Betty went to the table with the creams and took a tube with her to start on Jim.

“Hey”!, Jim said, “Your suppose to be giving me an erotic massage, loose the robe”.

Betty took off the robe while standing in front of Jim’s face. She was just inches from him, as his eyes roamed over her body. He had watched her walk by his office so many times, wondering what she’d look like undressed. So many thoughts had run through his mind that it drove him to the point where he was forcing the issue.

His eyes danced over her small pert breasts, wishing that she didn’t have to wear that bra. He then let his eyes travel down to her panties and was almost going to make her remove them, along with the bra. He thought about doing that, but hoped that as the massage went on, she might be more willing.

When Betty removed her robe, she knew the effect it would have on him. She had heard his lewd comments every time she had walked by him. Betty stood there and let him eyeball her and she hoped that he would calm down so she could get this over with.

Moving to his right side, Betty put some cream on her hands and started to work Jim’s neck and shoulder muscles. Her hands were like silk on his body, as he closed his eyes and made believe that she was naked while giving the massage. His neck muscle started to relax, as her fingers worked.

Jim was so large, in order to reach his neck properly, she had to lean her chest into his side. With all the movements she was making, her nipples started to stiffen. Betty always knew her nipples were her downfall, once they got hard, it wasn’t going to be long before her pussy started to get wet. If that happened, she’d want to have a hard cock nearby, and she really didn’t want to fuck this fat bastard.

As Betty kneaded Jim’s shoulder, she was able to back away from him and not have her nipples rubbing against his body. Betty continued working his side, back and lower back, thinking that this wasn’t going to be to bad.

Betty moved over to his other side and again worked his neck and shoulder. Her nipples were once again getting hard. As much as she tried to ignore it, she couldn’t. The more she moved, the more her bra caressed her nipples and kept her hard.

As she went down his side and back to his lower back, her pussy started to get wet. Betty’s mind was starting to wonder what size cock Jim had. Was it small, large, short, long? As her mind wandered, she worked on both his legs. She then told him to roll over on his back, and she’d massage his front side. As he moved, she was standing by his feet and got a good look at Jim’s cock.

It wasn’t big, but it was fat, like him. His nut sack was very large, her lips were wetted by her tongue as he moved. Betty’s pussy was now drenched, she could feel the fluid dribble down her leg. God she needed a good stiff fuck.

Betty worked on Jim’s legs from the feet up. When she reached his fat thighs, she kneaded the flesh, like she knew what she was doing. The back of her hand had touched his cock and his nut sack as she worked her hands under the towel he wore.

The more Betty had her hands on his inner thighs, the more Jim’s cock grew. It wasn’t long before his cock was very hard and pushing the towel up from his body.

Betty eyed the lifting towel and said to Jim, “This is going to be your one and only massage, if you ever try to threaten my mother or me again, I’ll tell the police that you forced me to have sex with you”. So what happens from here on, is never going to happen again”.

Jim agreed with Betty saying, “I only wanted to see you, nothing else”.

Betty then reached up and took hold of the towel and slowly slid it off of Jim. When his hard cock was in sight, she just looked at it. It was about six inches in length, but thick, real thick. The head was circumcised, and purplish in color. The pee hole was also large, almost three-eights of an inch around. His nut sack was holding two large nuts.

Betty placed her hand around his shaft and Jim inhaled sharply. Betty then started to masturbate this hard cock in her hand. Betty shoved her free hand into her panties and felt her moist pussy at her fingertips.

Jim was loving the fact that Betty was jacking him off, but what he liked more was the fact that she was also finger fucking herself right next to him. He watched in amazement as her hand moved up and down in her panties.

Betty wanted more than this, so she leaned over Jim’s legs and placed his cock to her lips. His large cockhead was a lot to put in her mouth, but she managed to do it. Her tongue licked over his pee hole and took in his precum, which wasn’t as bad as she had thought it would be.

She lowered her head further and took in casino siteleri more of his cock into her mouth. Her other hand was furiously working in and out of her pussy. She wanted to cum and cum hard. As gross looking as this man was, she just couldn’t help herself.

Jim watched as her lips took his cock deeper into her mouth. The more she took, the harder it was for him to believe that this was happening. He was going to push the issue a little further. Jim reached out and unclasped Betty’s bra. It fell open and her small breasts came into full view. His hand reached again and encompassed her breast and felt her hard nipple in his palm.

Jim tweaked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger and Betty took in a sharp breath. Her breasts were very sensitive and each time he pulled on her nipple, she came closer to having a climax.

Betty shoved her panties down her legs and onto the floor. Now he could see all of her and she didn’t care, she wanted to cum and didn’t care who got her to that point.

Jim watched as her panties hit the floor, then his eyes took in the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. She had shaven the majority of her bush, and just left a small patch at the top. He could see how small she was, so he sat up a little and reached around her and brought her body up off the floor and over his.

Her legs landed alongside of his head and her pussy was right in his face. He licked up her juices that were flowing down her legs and then worked his mouth to her pussy lips. Jim lapped up her outer lips and took in her wonderful aroma. He inserted his tongue between her lips and sucked in her juices.

Betty was surprised as to how easy he had picked her up and the fact that she never let loose of his cock from her mouth. She moved her hips over Jim’s face and shoved her cunt harder onto him, as she engulfed all of his cock into her mouth.

His cock reached her throat and she almost gagged, but was able to hold it back. Her hands were now rolling his balls and one hand was working it’s way to his ass. There was a lot of flesh to get by, but she managed. When her finger entered his anal passage, Jim gulped.

Betty drove her middle finger as deep as she could in his asshole, she didn’t care if hurt, or if he did this every day. Her mouth continued sliding up and down his shaft, as her hand rolled his nuts. She knew she had to fuck him in order to finally cum, so she pulled her body up from his face and her mouth from his thick cock.

Turning around over his fat belly, she brought her pussy over his cock and lowered herself onto him. His fat cockhead was pressing at her pussy lips, so she pushed a little harder and it went in.

“Oh God, what a fat cock,” she grunted.

Her pussy was juiced up enough to allow her to lower herself and take in all of his cock. Little by little it went in. Betty was just about ready to cum, his cock was so thick. He brought his hands up to her little tits and when he did this, Betty felt herself starting to climax.

“Maul my tits, hard, I want to cum, going to cum,” she said.

Jim did as he was asked and just about mashed her breast to her chest, as her pussy worked up and down his hard thick cock.

“YES, YES!!!, I’M CUMMMMMMIINNNNNNG, FUCK ME HARD,” SHE SCREAMED.

Her body let loose a torrent of fluid as it racked in orgasm. Her eyes closed, her hips moved faster and she almost passed out from cuming so hard. As she slowly returned to reality, she continued to pump her hips on his fat cock. She wanted his cream in her, she wanted to cum just like that again.

Jim watched Betty as her body had shook as she climaxed. He held her up as she almost fell on top of him. Her pussy was so tight on his cock, he knew he was just about ready to shoot his load into her. Unsure if she’d allow him to spunk in her, he just kept thrusting his hips up to meet her pussy.

He had not had a woman in a long time. He got himself off just watching fuck flicks and knew that no woman in their right mind wanted to fuck a man as fat as him. Right now his cock was stroking one of the prettiest girls he had ever know, and he wasn’t going to stop.

Jim felt his cum all the way in his scrotum as it worked up his shaft and shot into her pussy. “God that felt so good,” he thought, as his cock shot spurt after spurt of cum into her.

Betty felt his rod stiffen even more, just before he climaxed, so she tightened her pussy muscles and worked his cum from his cock. When the first shot hit her cervix, she started to cum again. Both of them felt their bodies rack as the climax hit them.

Betty felt each spurt of his cum as it shot from his cock, and each shot made her cum harder. Her pussy pounded his cock, wanting all he had to give her. Jim wanted to shove himself harder, but he was doing all that he could, as his cock started to soften.

Betty felt him getting smaller, as she slowed the tempo down. She was still a little irate ate herself for allowing this fat bastard to get to her this way. She had poker siteleri not planned on anything like this, but she was thinking fast, wanting to make him pay.

As his cock deflated and fell from her wet cunt, Jim watched as Betty stood up on the bed and turned her back towards his face. Betty bent over, placing her hands on her knees and began to piss all over Jim’s belly and face.

Her stream hit him unexpectedly, it was warm and coming fast, he didn’t move. His cock was starting to get hard. He watched this in movies and never thought it would happen to him. He liked the feel of the warm fluid spraying from her freshly fucked pussy hit him.

Betty was surprised at herself, as her body emitted her urine. She had never done this and had never thought of doing it until just now. She had hoped it would make him mad, but it was having the opposite effect on him. As she was bent over peeing, she watched as his cock started to get bigger. Jim spread her urine over his fat belly and watched her pussy as it released more and more piss. It seemed as if she would never stop pissing. His cock was now rock hard once again.

Betty watched as his cock hardened, and she continued to piss on Jim. Her pussy was wanting that hard cock inside of her again. With her back to him, she lowered her pissing pussy and sprayed his cock. When she stopped pissing, she placed her cunt over his cock and slid it inside her pussy.

His cock slid right in her and she once again hated herself for wanting that cock in her pussy, but she needed it. She lowered herself until he felt his scrotum on her thighs. Up and down her hips went, as his cock felt so good in her pussy.

Jim could not believe that she was fucking him again. He watched as her ass bobbed up and down on his cock. He held her ass cheeks as she fucked him, feeling those orbs in his hands, as she worked her pussy on him.

Jim held those globes in his hands when he decided to find out what her asshole was like. Moving one hand to the puddle of urine on the table, he drenched his middle finger and brought it to her anal passage.

With a slight move his finger slowly entered her ass hole. Betty gave no sign of wanting him to stop, so he shoved his finger in up to the first knuckle.

Betty felt his finger at her ass and was going to say something, but she quickly changed her mind and allowed him to enter that sacred area. When his finger slid in she felt her pussy walls tighten on his fat cock. She continued pumping her pussy on his shaft.

“Fuck my ass, stick it in all the way,” she said looking at him.

Jim wanted to please her, so his finger was pushed in all the way. He felt his cock fucking her pussy through the membrane. His finger followed her motion and it preceded to plunge in and out of her ass.

Betty was so close to having her climax, as she watched that hard fat cock run in and out of her soaking cunt. She was dripping more juice in his lap as she felt his finger sliding up her ass. The combination for her was something she had never felt before, and she liked it. She liked it a lot.

“Gonna cum again, gonna cum all over that fat hard cock of yours,” she managed to say.

“Go ahead and cum, let me feel you spill your juices all over my prick,” Jim said.

“Oh yes, yes, I’m close, fuck my ass,” Betty screamed.

As her orgasm got closer, Betty grabbed her tits and squeezed them, as her ass was being pummeled by his finger and her pussy by his cock.

“SWEET JESUS I’M CUMMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG,” she hollered, as her pussy let loose with the biggest orgasm she had ever felt. Her cunt tightened on his cock and her fluids raced over his cock and flowed into his lap.

Jim felt her pussy get tighter and knew she was there. He continued to shove his cock into her pussy as hard as he could, while his finger stroked her asshole. Her juices warmed his cock and scrotum as his balls were bathed in her sweet cum.

He could not hold back either, as his cock shot a jet stream of cum up into her warm wet pussy. Two, three, four times he let loose in her and she felt each shot as her body shuddered. She was getting tired, but felt that she needed more.

After he finished shooting his cum into her cunt, and he started to get soft, she pulled up from his deflating rod and turned towards Jim. Walking up the table, she sat on his fat stomach and slid into his face.

Jim watched as she stood and his finger plopped out of her ass. He didn’t know what was going to happen next, but he surely would not complain. As she turned, her pussy was still dripping juice on him and as she worked her way forward, she left a cum trail on him. When she sat on his stomach and slid towards his head, he knew what she wanted.

As her pussy neared his face, he opened his mouth to receive it. His tongue licked her cuntal fluids and swallowed each drop. He tasted himself and her and loved the mixture. He shoved his tongue into her as deep as it would go, as her hips started to move back and forth over his mouth.

His fat arms could not reach around her legs, so he held her thighs as he ate that delicious pussy. He was in heaven and knew in the back of his mind that this may never ever happen with her again. He tongued that cunt with all he could muster.

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She was led upstairs through the main hall and gallery, now dark and silent. Her ripped uniform gathered around her, her legs unsteady, the two men steered her to one of the West Wing bedrooms, far away from staff quarters, away from anybody who could have overheard.

Both men quickly disrobed as they entered the room, pulling off their clothes and hers eagerly. Her Master pushed her gently over to the large 4-poster bed and made her bend over, resting her weight on her arms, her lovely rounded buttocks spreading for him. She could feel Thomas’s juices cooling on her thighs, and then felt her Masters hands on her, separating her cheeks, delving between her legs, sliding over the warm flesh already lubricated with her juices and Thomas’s seed. Quickly, without hesitation, Phillip drove his rigid erection into her, groaning with the need to possess her.

Thomas climbed onto the bed kneeling in front of her, his cock semi-erect. He hadn’t recovered yet from his orgasm in the dining room and was content to watch for a little while, enjoying the view of the maid’s lovely face contorted in passion, and the gentle sway of her full breasts as they hung down, bouncing in time to Phillips thrusts. Phillip had little finesse, thought Thomas, and he resolved to give him some lessons in pleasuring a woman. Smiling inwardly, he thought about the likelihood of also teaching Phillip how to pleasure a man: he had noted how intensely Phillip had gazed at his cock whilst taking the maid downstairs.

With this in mind, he motioned to Phillip to bring Mary on to the bed properly so that they could both get their fill of her. At Thomas’s direction, Phillip lay flat on his back, his erection firmer than he had ever known. Mary sat astride him, and Phillips hands on her hips helped to raise her on his cock. Her thighs spread across his legs, she felt his cock enter more deeply canlı bahis than before, driving into her to the hilt. Thomas kneeled behind her, his hands snaking around her to caress her breasts, and slide down her stomach to finger her fleshy lips, stroking and pulling, rubbing her gently. Then he pushed her slowly forwards until her breasts were resting on Phillips chest and her buttocks were raised. He slid his finger down the deep cleft between her buttocks, the fingertips grazing lightly over the sensitive skin. Had she been fucked there yet? He wondered, and decided to try. Licking his fingers, he gently began to probe. Mary responded immediately; she wanted his fingers to explore and she rocked back slightly, the movement causing his fingertip to enter her warm tight entrance.

She was in a daze; her senses heightened but yet not comprehending. On one level detached, she could see an image of herself on the bed, riding her master’s cock, rocking backwards and forwards and feeling his companion fingering her most secret entrance, and on another level she was shocked by her brazenness, shocked by how much she wanted these two men to use her, to fill her with their seed, to order her to debase herself by acting the wanton for them.

Now she could feel Thomas’s finger buried deep inside her and he thrust in time to the driving of Phillip’s cock. His other hand was curled around her hips playing relentlessly with her sex, fingering the erect nub of tissue that brought her to ecstasy.

The feeling was overwhelming; it was too much for her and as the feeling rose up over her body she collapsed, breathing heavily across Phillip’s chest, his cock still ploughing deep inside her.

Thomas told Phillip to stop and withdraw; he had plans for the maid but it needed her to be more receptive; currently, her body was twitching and shivering with kaçak iddaa each tiny caress, overwhelmed by sensation. Lifting her gently, they lay her on the bed face down, her head sinking gratefully onto her arms. Nothing in the past few weeks had prepared her for this, her muscles were like a newborn babe, she had no control at all and they could have placed her in any position they required and she would have complied.

As her breathing slowed a little, Thomas began to caress her plump rounded buttocks, his fingers tracing the now familiar path between them down to her receptive entrance. He pushed gently, and the tip of his finger entered. He could feel her tense but there was no real resistance and he pushed more firmly, exulting in the warmth of her. Gradually he risked another finger pushing in alongside the first. Phillip, entranced by the sight of Mary rocking slightly against the pressure, moved to get a clearer view and was rewarded with the sight of Thomas’s vaunting erection, firm and rigid, the veins standing out proudly. Phillip had never been this close to another man before but he suddenly felt an urge to taste this man’s cock. He looked up and saw desire glazing over Thomas’s face. Phillip licked his lips nervously, then delicately licked at the tip of Thomas’s cock, tasting for the first time bitter juices mingled with the sweet scent of Mary. Thomas made no sound, no movement at all except to continue to plough Mary’s entrance with his two fingers. She had raised herself slightly; her hips were off the bed and she was moving in turn, thrusting backwards against them. Phillip, encouraged by this, moved his mouth to engulf Thomas, taking the bigger man’s cock in the way that he himself wanted to be taken by his women. He heard Thomas groan, and looked up fearfully but Thomas had his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

Thomas kaçak bahis began to move his hips now, his free hand coming round to grasp Phillip’s head as he pumped his face on to his cock. Each time, with each thrust, he was forcing Phillip to take his cock a little deeper. Phillip was gagging a little, but soon learnt to time his breathing and relax. He heard Thomas moan again, deep and soft in his throat. For a moment, Phillip wondered how it must look from Thomas’s point of view, kneeling behind a beautiful maidservant, fucking her secret entrance with his fingers and thrusting his cock into an old friends mouth.

Then suddenly Thomas asked him to stop. Bemused, Phillip pulled his mouth away and looked up at him. ‘I want you to fuck her here’ Thomas explained, and eagerly, Phillip climbed to his knees behind Mary. Thomas withdrew his fingers and took Phillips substantial erection in his hands. He guided it to Mary’s tight hole and then watched as Phillip eased himself in, inch by inch. Mary was frightened; she had enjoyed a finger but this was too much, she was being stretched so tight. Then she felt Thomas’s fingers playing with her again, circling and rubbing gently until she began to moan softly and unconsciously spread her thighs a little wider.

She felt Phillip enter her deeply, drawing in her breath at the shock, then realised that he was filling her completely, touching her everywhere.

He pulled back slightly, and then slammed into her again and she felt the slap of his scrotum against her buttocks. Bracing herself, she waited for the next thrust until soon Phillip was driving into her in a fury, overcome by the tightness of her entrance, the heat of her bowels.

With a drawn out groan, she heard Phillip come, and then felt his hot seed pump inside her.

She was close herself, and her fingers joined Thomas’s playing with her fleshy sex until she too was groaning in release. As Phillip pulled out from her she felt his seed leak out, dribbling over her thighs. She fell forward again; her legs unable to carry her any longer, and wondered how much more she could take.

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“You have to be kidding me…”

Krystal pulls another credit card from her purse and looks at the clerk sternly.

“Mam…I told you the landslide that stranded you knocked out the telephone lines…we can’t access linx…but even if we could…We are booked up”

Krystal can not believe what she is hearing.

“What…I can’t spend a night with her…I can barley stand to work with the bitch…There must be something you can do”

Nicholas is as equally distraught as he talks to his people on the phone. He and Krystal, colleagues at Maraj and Maharajh Law Firm had come up to see a client and now found themselves stranded, pinned in on both ends of the road by two huge landslides.

“It could have been worse”

Krystal turned her head slowly to look at Nicholas. They had been looking for a place to spend the night for over four hours now and as they sat in Nicholas’s 4X4 van on Tyrico beach, she could not imagine a dumber statement.

“Worse…Worse?”, her voice going up with the second salvo to Nicholas.

“Look Nicholas…Let’s not pretend…I don’t like you…And you hate me…So let’s just tolerate each other this night and try and forget about it after this”

Nicholas just nodded his head defeated.

Some two hours had passed and Krystal was just beginning to close her eyes when she heard Nicholas puff out an exasperated breath of air.

As she cuddled up on the passenger side of the big van her eye slits opened to see Nicholas unbuttoning his shirt.

He pulls his shirt off and leans forward. Krystal saw his muscles in his back flex as he did. Not bad, she thought as she continued to peep at him. Some skillful moves and he was now seated next to her in his white Hanes boxers. Krystal reacted by holding her breath. She felt aroused at seeing his sexy body and kicked herself for it.

Out of the van, she watches the tapering of his broad shoulders to his just perfect waistline as he walked off into the darkness of the beach.

Realizing that Nicholas’s impromptu strip show had turned her on more than she could imagine, Krystal closed her eyes and began to rub her hard nipples through the thin cotton top she wore under her dark ladies business suit. Her lips parted slightly as her cold hands penetrated through the material. She opened her eyes and her face is overcome with shock.

She pulled back her hand sharply as she saw Nicholas walk past the side of the vehicle. She did not think that he saw her as he walked past and went to open the covering on the tray of the pick up. Breathing a sigh of relief, it finally hit her. With a wicked smile on her face she muttered under her breath.

“Two can play this game Mr Nicholas”

Krystal was convinced that Nicholas had purposely put on the strip show for her because he had alerted her by breathing a big puff of air into the air.

Her smile grew broader as she popped open the van door.

Nicholas was standing by the back of the van when she did and he just continued looking for his gym bag which was at the back of the van.

“Found it” his voice filled with triumph.

Digging in the bag, Nicholas looked up to see Krystal stretch her arms high into the air, her breasts straining against her top. He pretended not to notice. But when she turned around and bent over to detach her heels, his cock twitched as he saw her ass imprinted in her tight skirt.

Krystal was in wicked mode now and she had just begun to put on the show.

Facing away she first took off her jacket, pelting it atop the hood and then she began to unbutton her blouse.

Nicholas held his breath and like a good voyeur, he disappeared into the shadowed background of the big van.

Krystal was now in her sexy red bra as her hands reached for the zipper at the back of her skirt. Aware that she probably had his full attention now, Krystal slid it down slowly to her ankles.

Nicholas’s cock grew in his briefs and he instinctively put a hand to massage it. But when she bent right over at the waist to pick up the shirt, allowing a peek at her fleshy pussy from the back, he knew he had to do something right away.

Nicholas was not the only one turned on as Krystal soon realized that the seam of her panties were wet. She could not understand how this guy she loathed from the office could even get her turned on far less wet and she chalked it up to the cool breeze under the beautiful night’s sky on the beach.

Continuing her mischief Krystal turned around to give Nicholas a frontal view of her breast straining against her sexy bra as well as her staged parted legs which would give him a good look at the cleft of space which promised so much goodness from her puffy pussy. To complete the look she placed her hands on her hips.

A look of confusion filled her face when she did not see Nicholas. Still in actor/model mode, she circled to the back of the van, expecting that he might have hidden away to look at her. She was wrong, he had disappeared.

As she walked back to the front bedava bahis of the van to peer in to check if he had entered unknown to her, she felt a little silly. Why was she even playing this game with Nicholas, and more importantly why did he have her turned on, she thought to herself.

Her feelings of confusion would soon increase as she looked out into the distance to see Nicholas doing push ups in the sand. He was preparing his body for the water and she loved how his taut body looked as he pumped up and down on the sand. Visions of her being under him flooded her mind and she instinctively cupped her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and it did not take her long before her fingertips crept in and captured them.

By this time Nicholas had stood up and she caught a glimpse of his cock straining in his boxers.

She licked her lips as she saw how hard it tented his underwear.

Even though Nicholas had figured out that Krystal was playing to her audience, him, earlier because she must have heard him shout out at the back of the van, he was struggling badly with his condition. His head was telling him how much he did not like his pushy, obnoxious colleague but his other head was telling him how much she turned him on. Even after a full set of push ups, his cock was still hard form visions of her stripping for him. Nicholas just stood there on the beach with his hands on his hips and his cock protruding badly. He was sure, hopeful, even though he would not admit it at the time, that she would be watching him now as she would be at least curious about where he went. He was determined not to let her get the better of him. So with a grimace on his face he did the only thing he could do under the circumstances.

Krystal gasped aloud and her hands quickly moved from her breast and nipples to cup her pussy in her hands. Her eyes were ablaze as she stared through the dim light at what Nicholas did.

Nicholas had pulled off the shorts in one smooth motion and was now standing erect; in more ways than one.

To make matters worse Nicholas held his hard veiny cock in his hand and slowly pulled back the foreskin on the wide head.

Krystal imagined the heady scent of man sex on the tool and licked her lips at the pre-cum that was sure to be present.

Not looking her way for anything, Nicholas stared to slowly pull his foreskin back and forth. His cock thickened and grew painfully hard.

Krystal’s fat pussy lips had swallowed her panties and as she traced her slit, she shoved more of the material in her soppy hole. She was soaking wet. Even though she knew he was putting on a show for her, she could not control her urges and moved forward and closer to Nicholas on the moonlit beach.

Nicholas was too busy to notice her at first as he was really stroking his cock hard and fast. But as she shuffled sand with her feet as she drew near, he could not help but look her way. He looked up to see she had taken off her bra and ample bosom bounced as she approached.

He slowed his speed, but did not stop stroking his man meat as she approached.

Standing a mere foot from him now, she could reach out and touch him. And from the look in his eyes as he stared at her magnificent pair, he would not mind. Standing inches from each other the two just stared at each others appendages. Krystal was the first to move and what she did next almost killed Nicholas.

Krystal turned away, pulled down her panties slow, and then bent at the waist to pick it up.

This caused her pussy to part and Nicholas’s eyes bugged out as he got a good look at her slipperiness. She then turned to look at him over her shoulder then strutted her long legs off to the water’s edge.

Nicholas was feeling like he was left holding the bag as he was actually holding on to his nut sacs with his other hand as he stroked his cock.

“Fuck”

Was the word that escaped his lips. He wanted to stop this game now, but he knew he would have to play at least one more round with his sworn office enemy.

With a grimace on his face he made his way to the water.

Just before he came to the edge, he saw Krystal rise from it’s depths like a fabled mermaid. The water had slicked back her long hair and it cascaded down her body between the valley of her breasts. Nicholas so wanted to plough that valley.

But he had one more trick left up his sleeve.

He dove head first into the water and when he popped up he just rolled back and floated on his back next to her within arms length.

He was criminal she thought as she looked at the only thing protruding above the water. His cock was like a boat’s mast; tall and rigid. It even had its crow’s nest, the slit at the top of the big head that caused Krystal to lick her lips as she watched.

Confident that he would win this battle, Nicholas placed his hands behind his head as if he was in a comfortable bed.

But once again Krystal had found a way to best him. As he craned his neck upward to peer at her position, casino siteleri Nicholas almost sunk to the bottom of the water with what he saw.

Krystal had followed Nicholas’s lead and she too was floating on her back. The only difference was her big firm breasts were protruding out the water and she had spread her legs wide like a shelter cove for pirates to dock.

Nicholas just stood there watching her hand slide down her body to trace her lips as she looked at him standing there at attention in the waist high water.

They were both determined not to make the first move and had it not been for the unusually gentle wave of Tyrico bay they may have never made physical contact; such was their determination. It was this determination and desire for competition that brought them up here in the first place.

As if prodded by the Gods, the wave had pushed Krystal’s opened leg body right into Nicholas’s waist. His cock head rubbed the cleft of her pussy and they both let out a turned on hiss from their mouths.

They had both heard each other, so no one could claim the upper hand.

Sucking her back, the wave eventually pushed Krystal onto Nicholas’s cock again.

This went on for sometime but could go no longer as one of them had to take the initiative and concede defeat.

Nicholas had grabbed Krystal by the waist and pulled her hard to him. His turgid cock slid in easily as Krystal was very wet. Something Nicholas noted to Krystal.

“Fuck…Your cunt is wet”

He had said it with a hint of a smile.

“Your cock is rock hard”

In trying to respond, Krystal had actually complimented Nicholas and he winked at her in approval.

She realized how that came across and sent another more meaningful shot across his bow.

“You made the first move.”

Nicholas grimaced and rammed into her harder. She moaned her approval and he smiled his.

His hard thrusts were now brutal as he stirred water all around them. She was beginning to feel that sweet sensation she felt when she was getting close, so she gripped his arms hard and started pulling herself into him matching him stroke for stroke; the buoyancy of the water making it easy for her to glide and grind her hips all over him.

She thought she could best him and not be the first to break but she was wrong and she came hard over his cock. Seeing her body convulsing, Nicholas was determined to savour his victory and what he did next ensured just that.

Krystal’s scream of pleasure pierced the silence of the night. Nicholas had placed his thumb on her swollen clit just at the point of her orgasm and whipping it fast back and forth he forced out some mind blowing multiple orgasms from her body.

His other hand was busy pinching her nipples very hard. Given her aggressive nature, Nicholas figured she might like that; he was right as she gripped his thumb and forefinger with hers and squeezed even harder.

Nicholas marveled at her pain tolerance and his was tested when she pulled his same breast squeezing fingers into her mouth and bit him very hard as she finally came down from her high.

From biting she was now passionately sucking his fingers and simultaneously they both had the same idea and dislodged from each other.

His cock protruding out of the water, Krystal bent her head and took it in.

Her suction was amazingly tight and powerful and Nicholas felt as though she would pull him into her depths.

Holding his ass with her both hands she pulled him into her. Not satisfied with that, Krystal roughly reached up and grabbed one of his hands to place it on her head.

Dislodging from his cock she looked up at him with a scowl on her face.

“Fuck my face…Bitch”

Nicholas’s eyes rolled in his head and he did as he was told. It wasn’t the “Fuck my face” that sent him wild, but surprisingly it was her calling him a bitch. So in control most of the times, guy’s like Nicholas wanted, needed a woman like that to rock their world. Take charge bitch, were the words that popped into Nicholas’s mind as she said it and he was now speeding to the edge.

His balls were boiling and had contracted fully up into his body in preparation for release. Krystal could sense this too as his hip rocking into her face was becoming erratic. She knew she had him where she wanted and laughed in her mind at what she was about to do to him.

Nicholas only needed a couple more strokes from her rampant head and he would have blown his load, but Krystal timed him to perfection and just broke touch and ran out the water.

Nicholas stood there with his hands on his hips in complete shock as he watched her ass jiggle as she bounced out of the water.

An intrigued smile on his face he slowly walked out of the water, his cock leading his way like a divining rod in search of water. To think about it; it was just that; having made Krystal come after so short a time, she would surely describe it as divine and he was in search of water, Krystal’s water bahis siteleri that sprung forth from the valley in between her legs.

It wasn’t all bad, Nicholas thought, as he approached the van and saw what he saw.

Even though she was still competing with Nicholas, Krystal had resolved herself to enjoy him. So as he approached with his rod pointing her way, she had climbed up on the front of his van, her feet on the lower part of the chrome bumper, her hands clutching the upper part, her back heavily arched in preparation for more of his cock.

Standing inches from her so his cock could rub against her cheeks, Nicholas leaned back and slapped her ass very hard.

She grimaced and moaned her approval.

“Yes”, her voice low and sexy.

Realizing she had a thing for pain, Nicholas slapped even harder on the next cheek. The sound echoed in the still night.

“Yes…BITCH”

This time Krystal said it loud and with intent. She had seen his reaction to her calling him that name the first time and she said it this time, fully aware of what it would do to him now.

Not surprisingly, he moved closer and roughly grabbed at both her breasts with his big hands. She moaned aloud and craned back her neck, wiggling her ass as she did. She had read him right; he was predictable she thought to herself. But what he did next she wasn’t expecting.

He shoved his cock deep up into her cunt hard, his balls slamming against her clit and his muscled abs banging on her fleshy ass. He quickly pulled it out and lined it up with her ass. Before she could protest he buried it deep. The exquisite pleasure pain it gave her sent her into an immediate orgasm and she struggled to hold on to the metal bumper as she shook uncontrollably. Nicholas was strong and sturdy however and held her tight, supporting her strength which he was responsible for taking.

He continued to plow away on her sweet ass and it was a good thing her pussy had lubed him up.

Finally coming down from her high she began to regain her strength and when she clenched her cheeks and squeezed his dick in her metal vise grip, he growled in satisfied approval.

“Put your fucking hands on your hips and just stay still….Bitch”

Krystal did not have to say the Bitch at the end because her earlier words sent Nicholas into a frenzy; a frenzy that he now had to control. After all he was given a command and he liked nothing better than to be controlled; the dichotomy of the powerful man.

Krystal had regained her full strength now and she was now flexing like a dancehall queen on Nicholas’s rock hard cock as she held onto the front of the van. Her ass had loosened and was busy clutching and releasing Nicholas at its will.

He closed his eyes and as he did, he remembered what had occurred earlier so he opened them again; but he was a bit too late.

He opened his eyes to see the palm of her hand being thrust into his face. Stumbling back his cock made a pooping sound as it exited Krystal’s ass.

Nicholas shook his head from side to side. He could not believe she had done him it again. But Krystal wasn’t going to torture him any more; she just wanted to please him in her own perverse way.

She stepped up to him, her face serious and she grabbed his cock with her right hand. With her left she slapped him hard across the cheek. He grimaced, but the surge of blood she felt in his cock as she hit him told her she was doing something right.

A couple of quick pumps and pulls of his cock with her hand and he hissed his approval. She pumped faster and harder and without warning she slapped him again. This time he responded by immediately raising his hand and twisting her nipples painfully between thumb and forefinger. Krystal just loved pain and clutched at his throat, bringing her mouth close to his, urging him to twist her nipples harder.

She finally screamed with pleasure pain, her body hit by a mini orgasm. He let go of her nipples but she did not let go of his cock and throat. Like a woman possessed, she pushes him to his knees. Nicholas was taken aback by the gentleness of what she did next.

Krystal bent her head and took his face in her hands tenderly and pressed her lips to his. A sweet sensuous kiss that was only broken when she used her tongue to trace the edges of his lips. Nicholas held her sweetly as well and the intensity and passion of their kiss increased. Tongues fencing, Krystal had returned to her customary ways and bit down hard on Nicholas’s lower lip. The sensation was exquisite for Nicholas as he so loved this kind of punishment.

Fully in control now, Krystal unhinged from his mouth and after spreading her legs, she shoved out her hips and with her both hands she skinned back the lips of her juicy, swollen pussy to expose her rigid clit.

Nicholas needed no instructions as to what to do next and with his eyes fixed on his target he moved in for the kill.

He swallowed her clit whole and with his tongue he started to whip it left and right like a car’s windshield wipers.

Releasing her spread apart lips, they flew back to hit Nicholas at the side of his suctioned cupped mouth. One of her hands whipped back her semi wet hair out of her face; the other massaged her breasts meaningfully.

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My working day is spent in the town library. I give out information, offer opinions, place books on shelves, stamp return dates inside books. I wear spectacles, I am seen as reserved. Men might want me for casual sex, but they usually decide I am unapproachable.

Sex is, in any case, dangerous. The incidence of HIV is rising sharply. So are unwanted births. No condoms. No abortion. If you are poor. The church condemns the use of condoms and insists on abstinence. But the church breaks its own rules.

Carmel works in the Farmacia, on the market place opposite the Church of the Immaculate Conception. She is my age, and is the mother of a teenage daughter. Her husband left her years ago. She cannot get a divorce, but she has a boyfriend. He is a priest. They meet discreetly once or twice a week. Carmel plays the church’s insider game.

I play it as well. I would like an arrangement similar to Carmel’s, but that has not happened.

Visiting priests often come to the library. They talk with me because I can answer most of their questions. türkçe bahis There is another reason. My air of haughtiness is attractive for some men. I like priests. They know human nature and human frailty and, in spite of negative opinions about them, I have found them to be good to women like me and Carmel. I am available for the priesthood. Priests who want sex know it.

A little man wearing a cassock walks in this morning. He has the weather-beaten face of a fisherman. He has thinning gray hair, large ears and a chipped tooth. He is twenty years older than me, and he is friendly, extremely friendly. He is in town for a priests’ seminar. He asks me where Graham Greene’s books are. That might be a strange question under most circumstances, because they are where they should be, under “G” in the English-language fiction section. It is labeled clearly.

But I know what he means.

He goes where I direct him. He returns to my desk. When he asks the next question, I feel a pounding in my breast. Have I read Greene’s The Power and the Glory? No, I say, it was published a long time ago.

He lowers his voice, as if he wants to tell me a secret: “You should. It’s all about a priest who fell, became an alcoholic.” He adds, “And fathered a child.”

He knows. iddaa siteleri He has been passed the message.

“Do you need communion?” he asks me, his voice firm. That was the arranged question.

I look at him and say. “Yes. As soon as possible.”

He catches his breath. He is excited.

#

I stop admiring myself in the mirror, go to my wardrobe and choose a white kaftan. There is a tiny repeating pattern on it that looks abstract. You need to look really closely to see that it shows a naked couple copulating.

I do not pull on panties or a bra. I pull the kaftan over myself. I place a pair of panties, a bra, a towel, a bar of soap, a tube of skin cream, and a packet of condoms in a faux leather bag, which I sling over my shoulder and leave the house. I walk past the Farmacia. Carmel is talking to a customer. She sees me and waves.

#

I am bending forward, my feet on the floor, my elbows resting on the bed. The kaftan is pulled back so that it hangs over my head like a tent. Beneath the hem, I see only the white of the bed. I hear a car race past on the road outside.

He is behind me. His left arm holds me around the waist. The fingers of his right hand play with my bottom, my vagina. I feel the condom’s tiny rubber balloon brush up deneme bonusu veren siteler and down between my buttocks, tingling the nerve ends. A wave of fiery heat comes over me. I spread my legs wider and thrust my pelvis back. I hear him gasp as he pushes his penis inside me.

#

We lie naked on the bed, exhausted, embracing. I hold his head in my arms and rub my hand over his flaccid penis and his testicles, over his round gut. He kisses me on the cheek and gently rubs my arm. He runs his hand along my back. He is soft, loving. He is enjoying this moment. I kiss him on his forehead and on the nose. I feel his loneliness. We say nothing. We both start to drift off to sleep.

#

It has grown dark. He drives back to town and lets me out in a quiet street leading to the market place. I walk away but he does not drive off immediately. He waits. I look back. He flashes high beam once. He is feeling great. But one morning soon he will lie awake on his own in the early hours and try reconcile the irreconcilable. He will not be able to, just as Graham Greene’s whisky priest could not. Inside, the demons will tear him apart.

I know he will return to me.

I walk across the market place, past the fruit vendors, past the little man selling mechanical dogs with their electronic bark and wagging tails, past the garishly colored tuk-tuks, past the terrace of the Hotel City Garden where tourists drink San Miguel beer, past the Farmacia, past Church of the Immaculate Conception, and I am, I suppose, reasonably happy with life.

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It was my 60th birthday and despite being so broke that I had lost all hope of ever seeing the day when my bills were less than my income, I splurged for the first time in over 20 years.

I had dreamed my entire life of visiting the baseball hall of fame in Cooperstown, NY. Actually, my dream began as being inducted into the hall of fame after the most sparkling pitching career in the history of baseball but that is another story.

Anyhow, I took my two weeks of vacation. I went online and booked a flight from Mobile, AL to Cooperstown, NY. I made reservations at the Lake ‘N Pines motel. I closed my checking account and got my boss to pay me in advance for the vacation since my last day of work was a pay day. I went over my credit card bills while at work and picked the two that still had over a $1000 credit remaining.

I closed the store at midnight and drove straight to Mobile since my flight was scheduled to take off at 2AM and it was almost a two hour drive to the airport in Mobile from my store.

I was completely exhausted but by 4PM on my first day of vacation I had rented a car, found the site of the hall of fame, purchased a two week visitors pass, and checked in to the motel.

I asked the clerk to give me a 6AM wake up call since the hall of fame opened it’s doors at 7AM and I wanted to be there before they opened. I had the clerk call for a pizza to be delivered to my room.

I barely had time to unpack and take a shower before the pizza arrived and after paying the delivery girl, I got their number so I could call for my own deliveries.

It smelled fantastic but I decided to lay down a few minutes to let my muscles relax a bit from my long flight without rest or sleep. It still tasted great after I woke up just before the phone rang with my wake up call.

I took a quick shower, grabbed a thermos of coffee from the lounge, and ate the pizza on my way to the hall of fame.

I never in my life dreamed the place would be as great as it was. From the time it opened at 7AM until it closed at 7PM, I was completely immersed in the history of the sport I love so much. I soon began to realize that it would take closer to two months than two weeks to see everything it had to offer but I was determined to see as much as I possibly could.

For 5 straight days, I had followed the exact same routine. I got up at 6AM, showered, went to the hall of fame, stayed until it closed, ordered a pizza, ate, and fell asleep exhausted.

Then the 6th day as I waited for the elevator to take me to my room, I heard music coming from a set of double doors across from the elevators.

Smiling, I asked the clerk what was going on. She grinned and told me that every Saturday night they had a dance for the different dance classes to meet and practice what they had learned during the week.

I told her it had been almost 40 years since the last time I had done any dancing but that I loved ballroom dancing and then I asked her if it was a private dance or was it possible for me to watch the dancers.

She smiled and told me that I could not only watch but I could also dance if I wanted to join the crowd. After giggling, she had added that she was hoping her relief came in a bit early so she could get in a couple of dances before the dance ended at 2AM.

My eyes had barely adjusted to the dim lights before my jaw dropped and I stared at the most amazing dancer I had ever seen in my life. There was a circle around her and her partner and they were the only two dancing.

I remember thinking as the song the band was playing neared it’s end that even if she had two left feet she was so beautiful she would have still been the center of attention.

She was at the very least 6 feet tall, her hair was the darkest black I had ever seen, and it was almost touching the dance floor when she was on her toes.

Despite her continuous spins and dips and gyrations, I never saw what was beneath her skimpy outfit but it left very little to the imagination. The best I could tell her skirt was a large transparent scarf tied at the hips and she wore no panties. Her top was a matching scarf that hung from a large necklace barely covering her pert breasts and was loosely tied between her shoulder blades. It was also obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She remained the center of attention as the band played song after song. One man after another danced with her and even on occasion another lady took a turn dancing with her. Occasionally her partner was adept enough to warrant a second dance and one man even had a third dance but even his skills paled in comparison to her looks and movements.

I had lost all track of time and was still mesmerized by her looks and talent when I realized as her most recent partner rejoined the circle that she was beckoning me to take his place.

To be honest, I had no idea that it was her picking her own partners until that moment and as the band played a fast paced Mamba it was all I could do to stumble bedava bahis from the circle and join her.

As I stood only a few feet from her, i was so awe struck by her beauty that the song was damn near half over before I remembered I was suppose to be dancing. I slowly closed my eyes and picked up the beat as my mind remembered the steps then I smiled and did my very best to keep up with her.

I saw her eyes look confused then fill with joy as she increased her movements and I matched her step for step. Her smile broadened and with barely a pause she spun into my arms as the Mamba ended and a Waltz began.

Most novices think that a Waltz and a Rumba are one and the same dance but they are actually two completely different dances using basically the same steps. A Waltz is choreographed movement between two partners that feed off each other’s spins and gyrations while a Rumba is the same with the addition of much more contact between partners.

The second biggest difference is in the music itself. A Waltz has much more brass with a steady drum beat while a Rumba has just the opposite sound with the brass being steady while the drum beats are highlighted.

I began learning to ballroom dance when I was barely 6 years old and for almost 15 years I had gone to balls at least twice a week and quite often even 3 or 4 times a week. I had only stopped because I had been drafted and ballroom dancing wasn’t an option in Viet Nam.

When I returned to civilian life, I had to work and just never had time to devote to my love for dance. I had been a damn good dancer and I knew I had been her best partner but I also knew I was really rusty with some of my steps and I had to think as I danced which wasn’t easy as I stared at the most beautiful young lady I had ever danced with or even seen for that matter.

I loved to Rumba above all other dances because it was like making love on a dance floor. I grinned at the shock that filled her eyes when I spun her away from my body as the dance began and didn’t release her hand as I would have if we had been doing a Waltz. She stumbled slightly, the very first mis-step I had seen her make then she nodded and smiled before cutting her spin short and returning to me with her back pressed against my chest.

She twisted her head so that it lay against my right shoulder and her lips brushed my right ear as she whispered, “My uncle is the conductor and I will have him change to my favorite Rumba song in a minute. You are a rare joy for me sir. It is so seldom that I find a partner that is as good as you seem to be. My name is jessica.”

She quickly spun away then came straight back this time facing me as she twisted her head so that her own right ear was against my lips.

Somehow I managed to stammer, “Thank you for the compliment Miss Jessica. My name is Woody. I wish I weren’t so rusty. It has been almost 40 years since I danced plus if you will forgive my frankness, I have never danced with anyone of your talent much less anyone so beautiful and sexy.”

I saw her eyes sparkling as she spun away from me then she pointed at her Uncle and held her hand in a `V? before she spun back into my arms and whispered, “That just might be the best compliment I?ve ever had Woody.”

As she spoke, the music stopped abruptly then I gasped when the band began playing my favorite Rumba music. I have never known it’s name but I loved it because of two things. First, it was the fastest of all the Rumba’s I knew and it took two highly skilled dancers to maintain it’s rhythm. Second, it was the longest Rumba ever written and took almost a full 30 minutes from start to finish.

As Jessica spun away in her first move, the lights went off and a spotlight hit her. Luckily, she had almost a full minute of movement before the spot went from her to me and I had time to recover from the shock and regain my own rhythm. By the time the spot returned to Jessica, the crowd was clapping and stomping their feet to the music and a second spot light circled the huge circle before it focused on me.

Just once in my life had I danced what I considered the perfect Rumba to this song from start to finish and that was without a spot light on me or my partner. I can’t claim I did this time either because I definitely wasn’t perfect when it first began and the surprise of the spot light on Jessica caused me to lose my step a few seconds but she was beyond a doubt perfect from start to finish and I felt like I had matched her grace after that brief blunder.

The dance ended just as it had begun with her back pressed against my chest. We were both covered with sweat and gasping for air as the spot lights went off the dance hall went completely black.

For less than a heartbeat, the overhead lights flickered on then the blackness returned. I heard muffled voices around us and from the stage between gasps for air.

I can only assume it was her Uncle that said over the microphone, “It seems that the main breaker for the casino siteleri lights has broken.”

After a quick laugh he finished, “I guess this is the time for our first break. Hopefully the lights will be back on shortly.”

Jessica’s lips brushed my right ear as she whispered, “I just fell in love with you Woody.”

Without thinking, I slid my hands from her hips up under her scarf. She moaned softly and licked my ear as my thumbs lightly traced her huge, swollen nipples. I didn’t pinch them or grab her small breasts. Instead I slowly let my thumbs lift her giant nipples upward until they slipped off then just as slowly I pressed my thumbs down until her nipples sprang back on top of my thumbs. Over and over and over, I thumbed her nipples as she ground her firm ass back against my throbbing erection.

The lights flickered on then went right back off again. She gasped and leaned away. I thought she was ending our fondling but instead she patted my cock quickly then lifted her hair around her shoulders so that it completely covered my hands under her scarf.

When the lights again flickered on and off she thrust her ass against my cock and whispered, “Please Woody. Tell me you have a room here. My home is a 30 minute drive and I can’t wait that long to have your cock inside me.”

She ground her ass up and down my cock then said, “I know your cock wants to fuck me Woody and I pray you want that as much as I do, too.”

I didn’t answer, I just grabbed her right hand in my left and headed toward where I thought the exit was and prayed I was heading in the right direction and that we didn’t run over another spectator as we made our way out of the ballroom.

Just as I felt my right shoulder brush against someone, Jessica moved as close as she could to my left side and the night clerk opened the double doors leading to the lounge.

The bright lights blinded me but I figured it also blinded everyone else and we were only a few steps from getting out unseen except for the clerk.

I tried to guide us past the clerk but to my surprise her left hand grabbed my right hand and she pulled us through the doors and closed them then laughed as she whispered, “DAMN LITTLE SIS! I was hoping to get a couple of dances with Woody then spend the night in his room. Looks like you already stole him from me.”

As my eyes finally adjusted Jessica giggled as we got in the elevator and softly said, “From the size of his cock I’d say he had more than both of us could handle Kimberly but tonight he is all mine Sis. If he can fuck even half as good as he can dance though, you may never get a turn Kimbo. I could never share a man that wanted to spend the rest of my life making happy.”

The elevator doors opened and I stood in complete shock unable to move as Jessica said, “I’m sorry Woody. I don’t mean to scare you but I meant every damn word I just said.”

I released both their hands and turned to Kimberly. I ripped her blouse open and hungrily began sucking her huge titties as I pulled her panties down then tore them off her legs.

I plunged my cock inside her pussy and waited for her instantaneous orgasm to subside a bit then said, “Sorry Jess. I’ve wanted to do this since the day I checked in to the motel and I just had to do it once before I marry you. You see my darling as your sister will tell you when she sees you tomorrow, I fuck at least a million times better than I dance. I’ve dreamed of a wife that is exactly like you in looks and ability but never dreamed I would be lucky enough to find you. Now go get ready to marry me while I give Kimberly the maid of honor’s gift for you.”

Jessica stuck out her tongue and giggled. I’m not sure if she was about to say something or not but I think she was. Just as she giggled however the elevator doors opened and with a quick glance downward at my cock in her sister’s cunt, she licked her lips and blocked the elevator so no one could get out.

Quickly her eyes shot up and she grinned then turned her head and calmly said, “Sorry folks. My future husband is fucking my sister and I not sure they want an audience.”

She laughed and stepped inside then was gone. As that happened, Kimberly’s only reaction was to grasp my ass cheeks in both hands and try to get the rest of my cock in her tight young pussy.

Luckily, the door to my room was directly across from the elevator or we might have spent the rest of the night fucking in the hallway.

I spun her around and unlocked the door then gripped her ass in both hands and lifted her off her feet. Somehow, I managed to kick the door closed then carry her to my bed. As I eased her across it, my cock almost popped out but Kimberly quickly wrapped her long legs around my back and managed to keep my cockhead inside her body.

Gritting my teeth, I drove about half my cock into her tight cunt after I had gotten on my knees at the edge of the bed then I smiled as she knowingly wrapped her arms around my neck so I could walk bahis siteleri on my hands and knees while carrying her until her head was between the pillows on the bed.

I saw a glint of surprise in her dark brown when instead of lowering her to the bed, I flipped us so she was on top of me. Kimberly kissed me softly then sat up with just my cockhead keeping us united.

As she removed her torn blouse she giggled then stuck out her tongue and whispered, “Guess I’ll have to call Jess to bring me something to wear before I can leave in the morning.”

I grinned and groaned as her cunt gripped my cock then whispered, “Sorry Kimberly but right now you are fulfilling a fantasy I’ve had for almost 50 years.”

She moaned as she asked, “Would you tell me about it Woody? I have never been anyone’s fantasy girl.”

I gasped when she tightened her cunt even more then after a deep breath I somehow whispered, “I’d love to Kimberly but if you keep using your fantastic cunt muscles on me, I doubt I can remember it.”

She laughed loudly and nodded then relaxed her cunt very slowly and waited so I continued, “I guess it is more like what almost happened but didn’t instead of a true fantasy. A week before my 10th birthday, my family went to the beach for a two week vacation. The morning of my birthday, my parents took my brother and sister shopping for my gifts and left me alone once I promised not to go to the ocean even to hunt seashells. I was sitting in a lounge chair eating a bowl of cereal just after they drove off wishing I could go down to the beach but settling for watching from a distance. I saw this newlywed couple arrive. It wasn’t even 7AM yet and as the husband made trip after trip from their car to their room which was right next to ours, they argued and hollered at each other non-stop. I can’t remember exactly what it was but she wanted him to go to a store before they settled in their room and I think he just wanted to fuck her. Anyhow, once the last bag was in the room he came storming back out and as he headed to the car he screamed something about getting drunk and the hell with her. At least two hours had gone by and he still hadn’t returned. Every few minutes she would either stick her head out the door or walk to the parking lot and go back to her room. I distinctly remember that twice she tried to unlock my room before realizing her mistake and going to her room. The second time I heard her say something about not being able to find her glasses and how blind she was without them.”

I paused to catch my breath then finished, “To make a really long story as short as possible, I decided to take a nap and went back to my room. I lay down and got to thinking about the young bride and of course I got an erection. I pulled off my trunks and had just started to stroke my cock when the door opened and she laughed and began taking off her blouse. I froze torn between fear and lust. When she was down to her bra and panties she giggled and walked over to the bed. She bent over my waist and slowly let her hair tickle my cock back and forth as she turned her head. As her lips passed over my cock she paused and softly blew out her hot breath until I thought I was going to cum for the very first time in my life without so much as being touched. Then, she straightened up and removed her panties before damn near jumping on the bed and straddling my hips. We still hadn’t made any body contact at all but I could feel the heat of her cunt on my cock and when she fell forward onto her extended arms I felt her hot cunt juices dripping on my cockhead. I groaned and she giggled then arched her back and buried her bra covered right breast in my open mouth. I began sucking and chewing without thinking as she moved back and forth so that I sucked both of her breasts until my saliva was dripping from her bra cups then she sat up and removed her bra and fed me her bare breasts.”

I laughed and reached out and pinched Kimberly’s rigid nipples then said, “That was pretty much the end of my story. After I had sucked her bare titties for about 5 minutes, she reached down and gripped my cock then screamed and jumped off the bed. I later learned that she was legally blind without her glasses and also a virgin but she had masturbated her husband for years and knew exactly what his cock felt like or most likely there would have been much more story to tell. She told me all that a few days later when she apologized for what happened. I think she would have fucked me looking back on it but I was too young and dumb to be sure of how to find out. My fantasy is basically that but usually involves a motel clerk or maid and they come into my room and see me sleeping. I have an erection and mesmerized they look then can’t resist kissing then finally sucking my cock before they mount me and we fuck each other into a frenzied delirium never to meet again.”

I could tell even as I was telling her that Kimberly really was fascinated by my fantasy from the way her cunt worked on my cockhead and the increased flow of her hot juices but I was still extremely surprised when she threw herself off my cock and jumped to her feet before saying, “Sorry about that Darling but if I had taken time to think I could never have made myself stop.”

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I was working on the first draft of the sixth episode, of our code women project for the past week. My friend and boss Bret emailed me while I was in London; saying that the distributers wanted another episode. She asked me to write the first draft from a story outline that she wrote. Back in LA, I was in my preferred writing attire Boxers and a T-shirt, pounding away on my computer. I remember the last line of the email.

“You’re much better with language Paul,” wrote Bret

I also remember Sara saying, “Of course you’ll do it,” when I showed her the message. Sara and Bret have become friends, which makes it easier, and more difficult because they talk all the time.

“Just let me know what you need Bret and I will get it done,” I said in a conversation from London.

Sara pulled the phone from me, “Darling rest assured, he will get it done, or there will be a drought of some activity if you catch my meaning.”

When I finally got the phone back, I heard laughing from Bret. Then she said that I would get a writing credit, but the writers would polish the script. I started when I returned, home, but it slow. The ideas and the dialog were not hitting the computer. I read the pages and didn’t like what I read; everything was slow. But I continued to pound away.

We were in London so the Sara could formally introduce me to the family. Though I knew everyone, she also wanted to show off “her” ring not the one I presented to her in bed weeks ago.

Sara’s ring consisted of a large central diamond with a circle of smaller diamonds there were two rubies at north and south and two emeralds at east and west. She did a surprising thing when I slipped off the “temporary” ring and installed the new ring. She took Linda’s ring and put it on her right hand.

“Paul a lady cannot have enough Jewelry. Besides this will keep her memory alive for you.”

The ring and our relationship got rave reviews but unfortunately our time there was short. We were back in LA me trying to write and Sara deposing some of the people she and her partner were suing.

An app on my phone beeped indicating that someone had opened the front door. I heard someone come in. It could be Sara or Bret both had keys, and both delighted to torture, me about when I will be finished with something. It brought to mind the Pope constantly asking Michelangelo when he would be finished with the Sistine Chapel. The line from the movie “The Agony and the Ecstasy” was “When will you make an end to it.” “When I am finished.” I heard Sara talking to someone, but I was trying to finish the page I was working on.

Sara burst in, “Darling you are not ready, you know we have the premier party tonight, why are you not dressed?”

“I am trying to finish the script for the sixth segment, I will be ready in plenty of time.”

“Paul, this is important for you and Bret, and after the party Bret and her husband, Sandy and her partner and David and Jessica, plus some other people will be coming for a private celebration here,” said Sara

Bret was the executive producer for the series Sandy Jenson directed the first episode and David Harris was the primary writer. I did not know that Sara had invited them over for a “private” celebration. Sara still needed some help with communication skills.

I felt two arms wrap around my neck and soft lips suck on my earlobe. “Darling if you want some later, please get ready.”

Her hand slipped down to my crotch and massaged my member through my shorts. “Just checking,” she said.

I hit the save key combination and put the machine to sleep. I rose with Sara still draped on my back as I walked to our bedroom. I banished Sara from the room and pulled out my suit and shirt. I was dressed and ready to meet the world. Sara took the room over.

“Begone sir I have voodoo to perform,” she said as I exited the room.

William was in the kitchen doing some preparation. He usually does not talk but we struck up a conversation about the Premier league football, I was getting interested in Soccer, and he knew more than I did.

“Sir I might like to attend an NFL football game sometime.”

“I think that that can be arranged, William.”

I reflected that I barely knew William but used his first name. I was brought up that you used Mr. or Mrs. with last names of people until you knew them. I was getting used to having him around. Sara came out of the bedroom and presented herself to me.

“Will I pass inspection, darling?”

“All the time, dear.”

“Such a nice man you are, I like the way you lie,” she said as she kissed me.

“William, we need to get going,” Sara commanded.

I looked at my watch and realized that the party was in four hours, even with traffic we would get there way too early.

“Why the rush, Sara?”

“I told Bret that I would get to the hotel early and double check the arrangements. It is something I am good at. Now get moving Paul the sooner we get there the sooner I can get behind a cold martini.”

I escorted Sara out to the car and bonus veren siteler William followed us and climbed into the driver’s seat. Sara leaned over and kissed me. Then she brought her left hand up and allowed me to inspect the ring.

“Darling I just love it, I call it the Star of Hollywood,” said Sara referring to the ring.

“Darling you are full of something today, I just don’t know what,” I said waiting for the reaction.

“I could have left you at home, darling. William is a wonderful companion.”

That was a subtle hint that my humor was not appreciated. I leaned over and tried to kiss her but was rejected.

“I believe that gentlemen are only allowed to kiss me. When you start acting like a gentleman, I will allow you to kiss me.”

I felt the dog house closing in but I persisted and soon our lips met. Sara captured my tongue and would not let go.

We both started laughing when parted. I leaned in and gently touched her face with my lips. Sara started to run down a list of things that she was going to check on when we got to the hotel. I pulled out the Banquet Order Form that Bret gave me the day before.

“I think you will need this, darling,” I said after handing her the paper.

She took it and looked it over. She looked up and began to give William several directions about what would happen later at the house.

“…And make sure that you use the good gin William, If I am drinking martinis, I want good gin,” Sara said to end the list of instructions.

“There are two bottles of her favorite in the cabinet William,” I said ending the conversation.

The car pulled up to the entrance of the hotel where the premier party was to take place. The guests were going to be the production staff some of the cast, people from the distributer. We also invited several of the women that Bret interviewed that were the code breakers. Most were in their nineties, but they wanted to see their version of “Band of Sisters.” I hoped that we did them justice.

I walked into the room just as the AV guy was finishing up. I told him that the screen was unacceptable. The screen needed to be larger and there were rips in the fabric. After getting some static but standing my ground, I showed him the order where the screen size was specified, the man agreed to change the screen.

The setup crew were finishing their work and the room looked good. The AV guy still complaining finished his setup. We checked the projector and the new screen, and I approved. I looked for Sara and found her talking to the sales person handling the event and going over the menu.

“Thank you for getting me here early I think that I averted a disaster.” I turned to the sales person “Your AV contractor should be fired; he was doing the minimum and that was unacceptable.”

“Please give me your comments and I will make sure that any problems are rectified,” said the sales person.

“Look at you borrowing from the Sara Solsbery school of mean,” said Sara as she kissed me.

“I once did AV work when I was in college and I can spot crap when I see it. I also know what we paid and for that price I want the best.”

Sara broke away so she could check the room over again and I assisted some of the production staff in setting up the registration table. I looked up and saw an older lady sitting on a motorized cart wheeling up to the table. I helped get her registered and walked in to the room wanting to find Sara.

She walked toward me, and we embraced. “Darling we need to get a room and make love to each other,” I said in her ear.

“Mr. Rogers you are incorrigible, you want to fuck women whenever you see one. I like that in you by the way,” she whispered.

“Madam the only woman I want to fuck is you I am not interested in others,” we were embracing.

“Do you two want to get a room here?” said Brett walking up.

“The thought crossed our minds,” I replied.

“Think about that later we have important people to entertain,” said Bret

The crowd began to gather, and waiters passed around Hors D’Oeuvres and there was an open bar. Sara came up and handed me a large Martini. People were gathering and greeting each other. Some took seats, others continued to talk.

“I still think that you make them better, darling.”

“Well at least I am good for something.”

Sara gave me a crossed look but was interrupted by Bret starting the evening.

“Thank you all for attending and to the production company thank you for your work on this project. To the woman veterans and code breakers, I hope that we have done you justice. We are about to show you the first episode but before I do, I have to thank my friend and collaborator Paul Rogers. Thank you, Paul. Just to remind everyone, while this one is finished, we have several more still working. To the lady code breakers thank you for your efforts you shortened the war by years. Now watch the first episode of Code Women “USS Sugar.”

The lights dimmed and the screen lit up with scenes from old newsreels bahis showing American women shouldering various tasks to win the war. A series of CG billboards talked about the efforts of the women code breakers and the absolute secrecy they operated under. The scene dissolved to a large group of Navy WAVES mustering in a train station…

We found seats and watched the show. Sara held my hand and gripped it when she sensed that I was nervous about something. Fifty minutes later the closing credits ran, and the lights came up with hearty applause.

I started breathing normally and joined in the celebration. I kissed Sara and then kissed her again. I was so proud of Bret and was proud of being a part of the production.

The crowd milled about some talking to the code breakers. Everyone sampled the offered food and went to the bar. One by one the elderly ladies were escorted to their rooms leaving the party to the production staff. Sara gathered Bret, her husband, Sandy and her wife, and David the principal writer for the first episode and his companion Jessica, and a few others. Going out of the hotel a long stretch limo pulled up. One of the bell-boys opened the passenger door and we all piled in.

“My partner let me borrow her limo for the night,” said Sara.

There was a pop and Sara began to pass glasses of Champagne. Two bottles were used in the trip between the hotel and my home. The car pulled up to my driveway and William opened the passenger door and assisted the ladies out of the car. The car did not move as it would take our guests to their homes after our get together.

Sara was in her element she walked around making sure that everyone had a drink, and food. She joined whatever conversation was going on. I sat back in one of my wing chairs and took the scene in. Bret and I discussed the episode that I was writing, and she ordered me to finish the draft by the end of the week.

“Paul if I don’t give you a hard deadline you will never finish.”

“Is Paul giving you a hard time Bret? I will make sure that he finishes,” said Sara.

She leaned down and told me to circulate “You need to mingle, darling,” she said in a mock commanding tone. I reached up and brought our lips together.

Reluctantly I rose and walked around the room. Sara noticed that Sandy and her wife were outside on the pool deck. Sara pointed at me, and then to them indicating that I needed to check on them. I moved out to the deck, noticing that it was still warm.

“I love the way you work Sandy and it showed on the screen,” I said as I walked out to them.

We embraced and air kissed. Sandy’s wife, Jill, worked in banking and we discussed the state of the economy.

“I love your pool, I was commenting to Sandy that we needed one,” said Jill.

“I am going to need some more work for that to happen,” Sandy said

“Don’t worry it will come, things are changing, my fiancé is trying her best to tear down the old boy’s network.”

All three of us moved back to the house and the group. I picked up a martini from the counter and got everyone’s attention.

“A toast to all my collaborators, this project would not have been possible without you. To Bret, our fearless leader this was your idea and you brought it home.” I said as I took a sip from my drink. The group applauded Bret. I looked around the room and all I wanted was everyone, but Sara gone. I loved these people, but I wanted to make love to Sara. She came up beside me and we kissed.

William passed around more food and I made more drinks. At 11:00 as if on cue the group decided that it was time to go. The limo would take the group to their homes, so we all trouped out and I said good bye to my close collaborators. Bret stopped before getting in the car and reminded me of my deadline. Sara and I watched the limo pull away. I felt her arm grab my waist and direct me toward the house.

Sara picked up one of the last martinis on the counter and headed to our bedroom.

“William, you and I can clean up tomorrow, so get some rest great job,” said Sara.

William put some of the dishes in the sink and the leftover food in the fridge. He then departed to where ever William goes after he leaves us. I locked the door and started to turn the lights out.

“Darling, there is a woman that wants to talk to you,” said Sara

“I opened the door and Sara was slipping into bed. I started to undress and hang my clothes over the chair so they would be collected in the morning.

“Come here darling and bring that lovely thing with you, I want to play.”

“Oh, that kind of talk,” I said.

I approached Sara with my penis standing at attention. She grasped the tip and covered it with her mouth. Her tongue felt wonderful as it rolled over my cock sending jolts of pleasure. I reached out to play with her breasts, but she batted them away.

“My time mister you will get your time soon,” she said and then took my cock back in her mouth. Sara reached around and embraced me, taking my entire tool in her mouth. She moved deneme bonusu her head in and out like she was fucking my cock. I came in her mouth a short time later, but Sara would not let go. After taking a wad of my cum she calmly let my cock go and took a sip of the martini.

“All though out the party all I was thinking about was how I could get your penis in my mouth, darling.”

“Do you remember the time we had lunch at your parents place near Malibu? They brought out a selection of fruit and you had your foot in my crotch forcing me to watch you peel and eat pieces of fruit. I wanted to take you, put your rump in the air and do you in the dinning room. All I thought about during the party was that I would have you to myself and make love, hard physical love to you, darling.”

“What’s keeping you?”

Sara turned over and got on her hands and knees, her beautiful butt in the air with her pussy ready to take my cock. I speared her with no preliminaries, forcing my cock deep in her cunt. My hands found her breasts and played with her nipples making them hard. I kissed the back of her neck while I drove my cock in and out of her lovely pussy. I felt the release of my cum and we both fell on the bed.

Sara got up first and arranged herself on the bed. She finished off the cocktail and leaned back on some pillows. Her breasts very prominent. I could see drips of our spends coming out of her. She lay for a while, still and silent.

“Ok Mister, we both have had our fun, now the lady would like a loving fuck, and a long-wet kiss. Do I need to help you get in the mood, darling or do I still excite you?”

“I am not going to let that ring go to waste, dear,” I said as I moved up to her mouth.

We engaged in a long kiss that allowed my hand to play with her pussy, and breasts. I slipped on top and my cock found her pussy and I gently pressed inserting my length in her cunt. Sara locked her legs so I could not leave.

“Mister, you are not leaving my side until I have cum three times,” said Sara between kisses.

“Darling, I was not planning on leaving your side. I will do my best to bring you off any number of times you want,” I replied.

Sara moved and I found myself on the bottom with a wild person on top. I was not going to permit this, and we fought for position. I won and gained the top. I drove my cock in and out of her pussy until I felt her climax. I kissed her and started again.

My mouth attacked one of her nipples and my hand the other. My cock was still stiff, and I continued to fuck my lover. I felt another crisis coming and our mouths met in a long-wet kiss. My hand was busy massaging one of her breasts; pinching her nipple and feeling it become erect. Sara started to contract her pussy walls around my cock. Then there was a release as she relaxed. But I kept my cock going in and out of her pussy. I started to breath hard and my body started to stiffen, and I felt my cock release. We parted and I crawled next to her still clutching one of her nipples.

Sara was on her back and I moved down to her pussy, and started licking our combined cum. I kissed her clit and allowed my tongue to lightly brush her. I felt Sara’s legs move over my shoulders.

“I like having you down there,” said Sara.

“I love being down here, darling. I love fucking you. You are the most beautiful woman and causes my body to come alive.”

“Would you shut up and fuck me, I know that that is the gin talking,” said Sara with a small laugh.

I moved up and presented my cock to her and she took my tool and painted the tip with her tongue. My cock showed progress as I felt my erection building. Sara moved her hand up and down my shaft willing it to full hardness.

“I love your cock, darling. Will you allow me to suck it again?”

“Who am I to stop you,” I replied

“Correct answer,” she said as she took my penis in her mouth.

After a few minutes, she took my cock out of her mouth; “To bad William is not here I could do with some Champagne,” said Sara.

I kissed Sara; Madam if you will permit me.”

I got off the bed and went back to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of bubbly out of the fridge and found two glasses.

“Where is my cock, darling?”

“I am right here,” I said as I opened the bottle, and poured the wine for both of us. I hurried back to the room and presented the glass to her.

“Look at us, two love birds, shipping Champagne, sucking cock and pussy,” said Sara as she sipped the wine.

“I could not think of a better way to spend the night, madam.”

I got beside Sara and kissed her. She stroked my cock back to a full erection. She poured more wine for both of us. I was soon laying on top of her with my cock in her pussy. I was slowly fucking the beautiful Sara Countess of Redding. Our mouths were locked together. With one large thrust I felt my cock let go and we both settled down to sleep.

I didn’t know what it was but the next morning the ideas and the dialog just flowed, and I wanted to keep going before I dried up again. True to her word Sara, and William cleaned up from the party and didn’t bother me. William must have finished as I heard Sara go in to the room she was using as an office. By 4:00 I had written fifteen pages and I was hungry and tired.

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A cold, grey milieu hung over the Parisian nightmare. From the tower of the cathedral of Notre Dame, an old phantom in a young body breathed murder. For ten years he had plotted his revenge on the city that had wronged him so maliciously. A single tear caressed his cheek as

Dormier poured his poison into the Seine.

*******

“Bonjour, Viscomte Dormier!” The voices of every man Alexandre Dormier passed rang in greeting.

“Bonjour, Monsieur Viscomte.” murmured the lips of the townswomen demurely.

Alexandre Dormier was a stunning figure astride his black stallion. Resplendent in the colors of his nobility, an inappropriate Virgin’s blue and the purest of silvers, the young Viscomte d’Anjou set every woman’s heart to racing. The rakish noble was fully aware of his effect on them, and today, as he did every morning, he sent Schaunard, his Attendant of the Privy Stairs to fetch a wench of his Lordship’s choosing. This evening it would be a raven-haired beauty, slim yet voluptuous, with a look of innocence and a ripe pair of breasts. She was sure to be a delight in his splendid bedchamber tonight, and the Viscomte looked forward to their coupling. There was no doubt that she’d come; one way or another, they always did.

*******

Life was good in the summer of 1786. Paris thrived, becoming more like her cousin England every day. The nobles became even richer, the poor became much poorer, and the young Viscomte d’Anjou grew more and more extravagant. Not yet twenty-four, he had amassed and spent the fortunes and had the experiences of a man thrice his age. Not overly taken to wine and song, Dormier sought the deeper pleasures of the flesh, expending all effort and assets in the pursuit thereof. Currently, the whoring-room he called a boudoir was in the midst of a renovation. The garish silver and azure bed and single-mirrored ceiling were gone, soon to be replaced with a glass design that would rival the royal palace of Versailles. Every wall and window would be hung with finely cut Venetian mirrors, displaying the activities of d’Anjou’s new crimson and gold bed from every imaginable angle. In place of the great glass above the prodigious bed, Alexandre had hired the finest artists in Europe to design an erotic mural. The end result of the Viscomte’s lustful contrivance was a Sistine-like artwork, swarming with full-breasted, round-hipped women portrayed nude in a variety of behaviors with both men and animals. When asked once the reason for such elaborate decoration up so high, Dormier had replied that he wanted to give his women something to look up to.

The piece d’ resistance of the room, at least for his courtiers, were what seemed from the inside of the bedroom to be small holes in the walls. Inside the thick walls, however, the holes were funnel-shaped, with their widest end open to the anteroom. Alexandre wanted sound to be well heard from the midst of his crimson-noir apartments, and right at this moment the courtiers playing casino-games in the anteroom while he seduced the evening’s wench.

“Mon Dieu!” Sophie moaned, and Alexandre had barely touched her.

He was gently stroking the inside of her thighs, kissing her neck, growling softly in her ear, and the poor girl was writhing uncontrollably.

“Shhhhh, ma petite cherie,” he laughed to himself, “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you.” With that his hand ceased its gentleness, and his strong fingers slammed into the nexus of all her pleasure. Sophie screamed and moved even faster, her hips rising and falling to meet the

deep hardness of his well-veined hands. As his fingers reached deeper inside of her, he kissed her neck, her cheeks, but never her swollen lips. Nothing was allowed to mute her erotic sobbing.

“Take me!” she cried, and Dormier’s courtiers pricked up their ears at the girl’s needy moans. Content to wait no more, Alexandre pushed himself inside her, his hard, thick cock tearing apart the tender muscles of her sex. The anteroom fell silent as he took Sophie’s maidenhead; the sharp breaths of the little virgin were like gunshot in the perfectly still room. Then she began to scream with pleasure. As she cried out, he drove her harder, making her whimper in pleasure as the pain subsided. They climaxed together, and her screams were so loud, her ecstasy so complete, that Sophie never noticed Alexandre’s silence. As she screamed, he watched, but she did not see his own fluid spill out onto the black silk sheets.

“Je’ taime,” she cried, “I love you.”

At this the Viscomte d’Anjou paused. This was something utterly new. Many a whore had been more than willing to give her body to the blond-and-blue noble, but never her heart. Yet Dormier knew that the ears of the Parisian court were listening, and that his reply need come in haste.

“Of course you do, girl.” he said, but Alexandre was not altogether so sure.

The courtiers were amused.

Later, as Sophie and Alexandre dressed, she noticed a small opening in the wall.

“What is that, Monsieur?”

“Nothing türkçe bahis at all, Mademoiselle.”

The Court laughed.

*******

By the winter the Viscomte was seeing Sophie frequently, but he was a man of quality, and the rules of high society forbade relations with just a single courtesan. Alexandre’s decadent harem continued, but save for Sophie and one other, d’Anjou’s heart was never in the conquests.

The other’s name was Timon, and across the Continent could not be found a gentler, more beautiful young man. Timon had dark, curly hair, and the softest blue eyes in Creation. He was slight, yet not truly frail, and he had captured the Viscomte’s heart.

Five years the Viscomte’s junior, Timon had been sent from Normandy as a footman to his Lordship Alexandre Dormier, Viscomte d’Anjou. Never had Timon dreamed that he would also become his master’s lover. But indeed he had, and so secured for himself a seemingly safe and comfortable place in Paris and the French Court. Their activity was to be kept with the utmost of secrecy, however, for in Catholic France before the Revolution, homosexuality could mean death to both parties involved.

They lived together in silence for months. Niether the Vicomte nor his lover ever realized that a woman could decipher mens’ tender glances, or that feminine intuition would uncover the true meaning of those stolen caresses. It never dawned on Alexandre and Timon that Sophie was watching, let alone growing ever more jealous and turbulent. Outside the manor walls, the Viscomte did not notice the increasing unrest of the peasants. The people were growing tired of living in hunger and poverty, while watching their lords and ladies in splendor. In the streets, the rumours of pain and revolution could be heard, if only one would listen.

Yet Alexandre never even noticed the hungry children at the manor gates as he embarked on his morning rides. Inside the mansion, his attention was most certainly elsewhere. As Timon and his Master closed out the world, the French nobility began to go off in search of breathing room in other places.

Ignorant of it all, Alexandre Dormier never felt the noose slipping around his own fine neck.

*******

“Another peasant uprising M’Lord!”

“What? Where now?” barked the exasperated Viscomte. This was be the sixth upheaval in a fortnight, and his patience was at an end. For the second time that very day Dormier rode out with a score of sentries, this time to the Latin Quarter in Paris. Les bohemes were in revolt, tired of oppression by the nobility. The people would no longer have their cries of starvation answered with such as absurdities as “let them eat cake.” Marie Antoinette was no longer in favor. Her nobles afraid, and the villein’s guillotine was coming down on all too many ivory necks.

Having reached the Quarter again, Viscomte d’Anjou was quick to put down the revolt. His own sword, yielded in anger, brought down as many men as did the flashing blades of all his men together. In this way, the uprising was quickly quelled and a tenuous peace was reestablished. Ten men of the Latin Quarter were guillotined that night by the very man that they had aspired to slay. The villains stopped fighting, but they were not pacified.

Alexandre returned to the Rue d’Anjou in darkness. He informed his servants that he was not to be disturbed, save for Timon, whom the Master ordered to his own boudoir.

They walked to the bedchamber arm-in-arm. As they reached the entrance Alexandre kissed Timon hard, the door giving under the weight of the strong Lord against the delicate manservant. They fumbled their way to the crimson mattress, undressing each other with haste until a shriek pierced the air.

Sophie was stark naked, her high breasts heaving under the silk sheet she had pulled over her herself for cover. She opened her mouth to scream again and Alexandre quickly clamped one hand tight over her lips. Sophie was disgusted and terrrified. This was her reality. All her worst fears and suspicions had been confirmed, and Sophie had come face-to-face with her own nightmare.

“Timon, the audios.” barked Alexandre. His servant, familiar with the order, quickly stuffed the funneled-holes with cloth from a nearby basket.

“What are you doing here, you little harlot?” growled the Viscomte, his body trembling with anger and fear, “What have you seen? Answer me, you bitch!”

At this Sophie bristled.

“I assure you, I have seen enough, Monsieur,” she hissed, “to have you killed. I have known of this all along, yet you should be grateful to me for remaining silent about your filthy acts!”

“Merci, Mademoiselle,” Alexandre replied, “and here is your reward!” With that he slapped her across the face. She barely had time to feel the blood rising in her cheeks when he seized her throat and began to strangle her.

“Stop, my Lord!” Timon pleaded, “You are killing her!” Sophie’s face was purple, and her nettling tongue hung iddaa siteleri from her lips as if it were separate from her mouth. Her life’s breath had been taken from her and she had gone limp. Realizing what he had done, Alexandre released the girl, who came to a few moments later. Her emerald eyes blazed.

“I swear I will ruin you, you faggot! You are lower than the lowest villain! So help me, your blood will flow through the streets of Paris!”

“Guards!” snapped d’Anjou. “Remove this wench.” Sophie was dragged out of the room screaming.

At the door, she summoned up enough strength to pull away from the guards for an moment. She turned to Alexandre, eyes cold and dead. Quietly and deliberately she spoke.

“I loved you once, Monsieur,” she said, “but now I can only hate you.” As she finished, she was taken roughly by the arm and, in an instant, was no more.

Alexandre turned from Timon, and a tears caressed his cheeks.

“Monsieur?” sought the servant gently.

“Nothing, Timon,” replied the Viscomte, “C’est la vie.”

*******

Alexandre was quick to put Sophie behind him, and life continued in the Rue d’Anjou. The peasants rioted daily, and the settlements of those riots grew more and more violent. Heads rolled, men swung, and fear gripped the people. The villains feared for their futures, but the nobles feared their lives.

Rich men and women fled the French countryside, but still quite a few remained in their manors. Stubborn men like Alexandre Dormier refused to leave their homes.

“Run? And why,” he would roar, “so the Bohemians can rule Paris? Never!”

But the walls were closing in. Rumours swirled, and the what nobility was left began to travel under heavy guard. Still, his anterooms were filled nightly with lords, ladies, and the sounds of sensual copulation. The only exceptions to this rule were his nights was Timon when the audio-holes were closed.

One night, after a particularly tempestuous day with the people, Alexandre returned and quickly retired to his boudoir with Timon. The holes were closed, and the men began to undress each other.

“Mi amour, my Timon,” Alexandre moaned, “Your body excites me, your breath makes you want you inside of me.”

Timon laughed, feeling rare control over his master. He listened to the moans that Alexandre just could not stop. Timon’s gentle hands stroked his master’s thick cock, slapping it, loving the erotic pain on Alexandre’s handsome face.

“Come to me!” Dormier pleaded, glad the courtiers could not hear his cries as Timon pushed himself inside of his master.

*******

In the anteroom a slight, dark-haired woman gambled at roulette as she parleyed with the members of the Court. Her face was covered by a vizard, making the girl’s only identifying features brilliant green eyes and a gap-tooth.

“A quiet night from Monsieur de Viscomte, don’t you think, Mademoiselle?” inquired a courtier of the nouveau belle.

” Oui, Monsieur Marquis,” she replied, “He must be fatigued from his dealings with the people.”

“Even when he is, the Court is at least graced by the sound of his restless sleep,” the Marquis persisted, “The noise comes from that cone, on that wall over there.”

Sophie looked and noticed for the first time the public side of an audio.

“Why, there seems to be something blocking it,” she said, and smiling scornfully beneath her mask, reached in and pulled out a length of cloth.

“Mon Dieu!” Sophie feigned horrified surprise at the sounds coming from the audio.

Diminished by the fact that they came from a single hole, the sounds coming from the Viscomte’s bedchamber were difficult to identify at first. Yet soon the lovemaking of the two men became painstakingly clear, and the anteroom fell silent.

“Oh Timon, how I love it when you take me in your mouth.” Alexandre was enjoying having his sex mouthed by the delicate man, who had grown to be an expert at said activity.

Timon ran his tongue all over his master’s swollen cock, paying special attention to the sensitive head, which he sucked quickly, touching his tongue to its indented base. Timon then moved down, and, taking Alexandre’s entire sac into his mouth, pulsated his tongue between the

sweltering balls. Alexandre moaned. Pushing Timon from him, he used his great strength to turn the servant over and take him from behind.

The boudoir door slammed open.

“Alarm!” screamed a lady of the Court.

Pandemonium set in. Alexandre ordered his guards to remove the nobles that were screaming for his blood. His commands were of no avail. This was a crime against both Mothers Nature and France. Finally, this was the last straw.

Windows were shattered, cries of “villein” and “sodomist” filled the air. The townspeople below heard the cries of the nobility.

“Fire to the manor!” one man shouted, and the peasants broke tables and chairs, cut trees and filled lanterns, and began to march en masse to the Rue d’Anjou with murder deneme bonusu veren siteler on their minds.

“Death to the filthy noblesse!”

The only saviour of the nobles was rain. The grey sky had opened up, and the area was now filled with black rain. Down it poured, and the villains tried in vain to keep their torches lit.

Meanwhile, many of the lords and ladies had begun to run from the manor. Many of them escaped the wrath of the people, being from other provinces, those that the people did not despise yet. When Alexandre and Timon fled, however, the people were not so lenient. For too long they had lived under the Viscomte’s tyranny, starving, having to watch at windows as the young Viscomte’s decadence and voluptuousness choked them, making the people beggars at their own doors. The poverty-stricken Parisians wanted much more than simple revenge on this tyrant; the people wanted him dead.

Timon was seized first, and despite his master’s valiant attempts on his behalf he was beaten senseless. The boy’s eyes were filled with love and sorrow as he gazed upon Alexandre’s face for the last time.

“Master,” he whispered in the suddenly still courtyard. His hair was plastered against his forehead by the sable cascade of water, and his tears were washed away.

“There is your faggot, Viscomte!,” called a man from the crowd. The man wielded a woodsman’s axe. “Say farewell to your false wench!”

“No!” cried Alexandre as the man lifted his axe. Dormier lunged for his lover, earning a blow to the back that brought him to his knees.

As D’Anjou watched his lover’s fine features go white and red, something broke deep inside. He had lost everything dear to him. As his own tears were washed away by the rain, Alexandre Dormier vowed his revenge on the city of Paris.

The act which seemed to last forever was over in a lightning strike, and Alexandre knew instantly that his only hope for survival was sanctuary. Into the arms of Our Mother he ran,

dodging more blows in the pouring rain. Exhausted, the former Viscomte d’Anjou collapsed on the steps of Notre Dame. Crying out for help, drowning in the falling water as he raised his head, Alexandre never felt the crushing blow to the back of his head. He didn’t hear the voice of the priest ordering peace in the house of Our Lady. There was only blessed silence as he fell.

*******

“You are safe now my son.” The soft voice of the priest who had saved Alexandre echoed in the empty cell.

“Merci Father, for your kindness, but it would have been better for me to die,” the former Noble said, “for what am I to do now? I am a sinner and a dead man. If I ever leave Notre Dame I will surely be killed.”

“Then you might never leave. My son, the only way you may atone for your sins is through prayer and sacrifice,” the priest explained, “You may remain with us, provided you adopt the ways of the cloth and take our vows.”

“Yes, Father,” said Alexandre, rising, “the Lord will forgive all, and when he does I will return to the outside world. At that time may He allow me vengeance against those who have caused my exile.”

The cleric’s brow furrowed with apprehension. “No my son. In order

to gain forgiveness, you must make true sacrifice. For one year you will study the Scripture in silence. You will forget your abhorrent lover and realize the error of your ways. After that year you will be permitted to speak again, but only to take your vows, one of which must be a continued vow of silence. This is the only means in which you may remain in the sanctuary

of Our Lady. To embrace Her, you must give up speech and sound; that which was the representation of your vanity and sin.” The priest looked hard at Alexandre. “Think you upon it, my young Lord, and choose well. The path I offer is a hard one, but remember to leave is to surely die.” The priest rose to exit.

“Attendez, Pere!,” with innocence in his eyes and malice in his heart, d’Anjou spoke. “I will take your vows.”

*******

For five long years Alexandre lived as a monk: studious, saying nought to any man but God. He never relinquished his desire for revenge, but hid it well from his brethren of Notre Dame.

Alexandre Dormier wanted Paris destroyed. Not the city itself, but every man in it. As he studied, Brother Alexandre availed himself of information that only the clergy knew. Knowledge was kept in the hands of God, and thus God’s servants were Knowledge’s attendants.

But he could not find a way to murder them all. Try as he could, Brother Alexandre could find no single murder for the teeming city. He was about to relinquish his hate at long last when he finally found a way. Death comes from death, and so it was on a dreary Sabbath, that Death brought Alexandre his final solution.

“Pie Iesu Domine,” the priests intoned, “Dona Kyrie Requiem.”

Last rites were being said for a man from a distant village. The Brothers were saying the Latin Mass. As always, Alexandre prayed in silence. As the procession passed the casket, he saw who it was was enshrined within. With tears welling up in his eyes, Alexandre gazed upon the villein who had murdered Timon. His rising anger was barely held in check by his fear of expulsion to the streets of the city.

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Madge and I had been dating for only two weeks, so I was surprised when she invited me over to her place to watch Gigli. Sure, our first few dates had gone well, but we had progressed very little sexually. She was a redhead with quite the appetite, and years of degradation in school had given her a low self-esteem. After growing up with the constant stream of insults, she had retracted into a shell of shyness that I was hoping to help her escape from. Tonight, I thought, would be the night that I showed her how beautiful she really was.

I showed up at her place wearing jeans and an untucked button-down shirt. I wanted to convey my comfort with her, but also give her a sense of what a gentleman I was. She looked as if she had just woken up, and was wearing footie pajamas. I did not care, because I knew that underneath the stained and worn fleece exterior was a voluptuous woman who had been deprived of love her whole life. She lived in a small apartment with two cats and a bird. It always smelled slightly like cabbage because the tenants below her were old and had that old person smell. The walls were covered in magazine cutouts of beautiful actresses Madge dreamed of one day being, even though even she knew it would never be anything more than a dream. She had locked the cats in her closet and the bird was sleeping in its cage, so we were almost completely alone.

Her TV was in the crowded living room, across from the couch the cats usually slept on. The coffee table between the TV and where the two of us plopped down was littered with snacks, most of which it looked like Madge had already gotten into. She wasted no time, and turned on the TV to reveal she had already skipped through the credits. She pressed play and dimmed the lights. Her apartment had no heater, so he had thoughtfully set out a blanket for us to cozy up under. It was scratchy and smelled like her cats, but certainly provided much needed warmth. Within minutes she placed her head on my shoulder and we were cuddled up on the couch, bahis siteleri and my penis began to harden with anticipation. I could hardly focus on the movie with all of the sexual thoughts swarming my head. Madge may have been out of shape, but those thick curves of hers had been running through my mind all day in build up for this moment.

Finally, the sexual frustration grew to be unbearable. Slyly, I used one hand to unbutton my pants without her noticing, using the other to sensually brush her soft cheeks, which were filled with milk duds. Sensing my carnal desires to kiss her on her ruby red lips, Madge began chewing feverishly so that she could swallow the caramel and answer my prayers. While she was preoccupied with her candy, I sneaked down the zipper of my jeans and pulled out my now throbbing cock so that it poked out of the elastic waste of my briefs. When she finished her milk duds, and washed them down with some root beer, she turned her attention to me. Turning her thick neck, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back. Then we kissed each other with a passion we had not reached in our young relationship. Her chocolaty breath filled my mouth and we swapped saliva for several minutes of wonder.

As if my erection had grown its own gravitational field, her hand was drawn to it. Her hands were cold and slightly sticky from the candy, but to feel them on my cock was something I will never forget. Her hands were soft and pudgy, and even though I had never felt a vagina before, I was certain this was just as good. She began stroking my cock like she had been waiting to do it for weeks. The dry pumping of my cock almost had me at tipping point, so I had to slow things down as not to prematurely end my night. I pushed her back playfully and began undressing her. My struggled to remove her the slightly sweaty and tight fleece off of her hefty frame proved very fruitful. Once I got them past her massive hips, they fell to the floor silently. For a second we did not move canlı bahis siteleri an inch, except for my eyes, which surveyed this new landscape.

From her fluffy red pubic hair up to her enormous nipples, I was taken for a spin. There is something truly beautiful about a big girl naked. As my eyes traced along her curves, exploring the folds for the first time, I could only imagine that this is how Columbus must have felt when he discovered America. Still in a trance, I fumbled to remove my own pants and then I pounced upon her, with her soft body absorbing my landing and enveloping me in cold flesh. We kissed each other until our breaths were one, and my hands explored the depths of her body. I grabbed her breasts and began to kiss her nipples, red and enormous like slices of salami. I licked the beads of sweat gathering on her areolas while my other hands traced the folds of her belly down towards her pubic region. I reached under the roll of her abdomen and ran my fingers through her gigantic bush. I went to touch her vagina, but had never touched one in my life, so I slid my hand down slowly feeling through the hair for an opening. I passed over a small bump that, from what I had read, knew must have been the clitoris. The clitoris, according to Wikipedia was “a sensitive region at the top of the labia”, so I knew I must be close.

When I finally found a moist opening for my fingers to slide into, she gasped with exasperation. They slid in easily and I began to twist and poke to the rhythm of our bodies. I made a trail of kisses down to where my hand was working so vigorously and began to perform oral sex on her, collaborating with my fingers to arouse her greatly. I spread her lips apart with my free hand and poked my tongue through the red fuzz to meet the opening my fingers were stretching and began thrusting my tongue in it. My while I plunged my tongue into the depths of her vagina, she squirmed with delight. With my nose, I began to nuzzle the clitoris, and she began to güvenilir bahis breath heavily. I had always heard vaginas tasted like fish but as tongue and fingers pounded against her cervix, I remember tasting vinegar and salt. I kept working it like this until her pubic hair began to tickle my nose and I though I might sneeze. I began to pull away but she was on the verge of orgasm and held my head down with trembling hands. I fought through the urge to sneeze and within seconds she was grunting like a pig and her eyes rolled back. Her vagina clenched my fingers for a second and then relaxed as her body went limp. I had done it. Given my first orgasm!

I was still hard as ever so I sat up next to her and let my cock point to the heavens. Understanding the courtesy of sexual relations, she began to turn her focus all on me. She slid off the couch with a soft thud and knelt between the legs. Just when I expected her to stuff my cock into her mouth, she licked the inside of her elbow and flexed it. She shuffled over to the outside of my right leg and leaned over to my body, flexing her right bicep to her forearm like a chicken wing. She slid my cock into the crook of her elbow and I finally realized why she had licked her elbow. My cock slid between the soft division of upper and lower arm, and as she began to flap her arm I felt my cock pulse with joy. She flapped faster. Gripping tighter. Squeezing. Flapping until I could contain it no more, and I wailed as warm cum bubbled out of my dick and ran down her arm towards her armpit. A sheepish grin covered her face, and she licked the remaining cum off of my shaft.

She heaved herself back onto the couch and we speechlessly turned out attention back to the movie, which was really getting good. Just as the credits rolled, Madge began to snore. I got up and shut off the TV, then stood, watching mighty chest heave with her breaths. She was exhausted from the orgasm and the chicken winging she had performed. I dressed myself and covered her with the itchy blanket from earlier. Watching her massive body draped over the couch, sticky with cum, and with a blanket attempting to hide her curves from the cold, I was amazed. She slept noisily but with the stillness of an angel. I left her sleeping there, and never saw her again.

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