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Lynn realized she hadn’t spoken to her sister Cathy for a while. Not that she felt an intense need to talk to Cathy. The two sisters had never really gotten along all that well. Cathy was several years older than Lynn and, when they were young and lived at home, Cathy had always loved to lord it over Lynn. Then, a few years later, she blamed Lynn for ‘stealing’ one of her boyfriends. Of course Lynn hadn’t done any such thing. Mike had already broken up with her sister when she and he started to go together. But Cathy never saw it that way, and for years she blamed Lynn, never really forgiving her.

Thankfully Cathy lived several hundred miles away and the two sisters didn’t have to see each other very often, during holidays mainly when they went to their folks for Thanksgiving or Christmas. That was about it. But now Lynn felt it was time for the obligatory phone call.

“Hi Tommy,” Lynn said when she heard her brother-in-law’s voice. “It’s Lynn.”

“Oh, hi there, how you been?” he asked, his voice warm and friendly, as always. Though she and her sister were on edge most of the time, Lynn really got on well with her brother-in-law. In fact, she envied Cathy for having landed such an attractive, masculine man as a spouse. Not only was he sweet and kind and attentive, but he was extremely good-looking, and very, very sexy too. Lynn even thought that’s one reason her sister got so uptight whenever Lynn was around. She still looked at her younger sister as a threat. Cathy was pretty cute, but there was no doubt that Lynn was a lot prettier. And Cathy knew it. Lynn was the sort who would turnall the guys’ heads; Cathy could only manage to turn a few of them.

They chatted for a few minutes, filling each other in on family matters, then Lynn asked if her sister was home.

“No, she just left to go to the mall. Then she’s meeting a girlfriend to go to a movie, so she won’t be back until tonight,” Tommy explained.

“Oh,” Lynn said, actually relieved to hear it. This way she could say to herself that she’d made the obligatory call to her sister, even if Cathy wasn’t there to get it. “Roger’s out for the afternoon too.”

“Golf?” Tommy asked.

“What else,” Lynn said, the frustration in her voice obvious.

“Seems like your husband’s always out playing golf and my wife’s always out shopping and going to the movies with her girlfriends,” Tommy said, his voice almost seductive, Lynn thought. Or was she only imagining it? Was it wishful thinking? All she knew was that, suddenly, she felt like staying on the phone with her brother-in-law and talking to him. There was something about his voice that had always aroused her.

“The kids there?” she asked about her two nieces.

“No, they’re out with their friends.”

Lynn smiled to herself. She was home alone, Tommy was home alone. Why not stay on the phone and talk?

“So what do you do, Tommy, when the wife and kids are away and you’re home by yourself?” Lynn probed.

“Oh, you know, watch TV, read a book,” he said. “How about you, Lynn? When Roger’s off playing golf?”

“Same thing,” she said. Now she thought about something. Once, years ago, when Lynn had spent a night over at her sister’s house and Cathy had gone out to get groceries, she had actually caught her brother-in-law masturbating. Lynn had gotten up quietly from a nap and headed to the bathroom. She had passed her sister’s bedroom door and saw that it was open. And there, inside, was Tommy playing with his very big and very stiff cock. He caught her glancing, their eyes locked for a split second, and then she just rushed away and he closed the door behind him. They hadn’t said anything at all about that to each other, but Lynn could never get the image out of her mind, the image of her brother-in-law masturbating, playing with his thick and very rigid cock.

“And sometimes I do what I once caught you doing,” she said boldly, figuring why not mention it now. Once in a while Lynn fantasized about having intensely erotic conversations with men over the phone. If Tommy was the sort who beat off when his wife went off to the grocery store, maybe he was also the sort who’d be in the mood for a nice, raunchy phone conversation with his foxy sister-in-law? That’s what Lynn now aimed to find out.

There was a long moment of silence after she’d said this to Tommy.

“That couldn’t possibly be,” he said.

“Why not?” she asked, wondering what he meant.

“Because you don’t have a cock to fist, Lynn, that’s why,” he said.

She laughed, then marveled. Her brother-in-law had gotten into the groove with her just like that. Deep down she had a suspicion he would. She’d long had a sense that Tommy, unlike her sister or her husband, had a vivid sexual imagination, a powerful libido, and a bit of a wild streak.

“That’s true, but I sure got a nice pussy to finger and rub,” she said unabashedly as they kept up the repartee, the lewd banter.

“Bet it is a nice one too, that pussy of yours.”

“It’s not bedava bahis bad, I haven’t heard many complaints. Not that Roger seems all too thrilled with it.”

She had to tell him that, though he probably already knew it, having seen Lynn together with her husband and heard gossip from his wife.

“Well, Roger never did seem to have much of an appreciation for the better things in life,” Tommy said, as Lynn smiled, loving the remark, taking it as a compliment, which it was.

“You know who else seems to be like that, someone who doesn’t quite know how to really sink her teeth into it and enjoy it?”

“No, who could that be?” he asked, but she sensed he knew full well whom she was hinting at.

“Your wife, my sister.”

“Mmmmmh, I think you may be right,” he said.

It was like a rocket had gone off inside her, a rocket of arousal and rapport with her brother in-law. And all this on the phone!

“Tommy? This is getting pretty intimate, our conversation, isn’t it? You know I’ve never cheated on my husband with another man, not even once. Does this count? Am I cheating? Is talking to you like this sort of like cheating?”

“If you’re cheating then I’m cheating.”

“So we’re both cheating, correct?”

“Sort of, though I don’t know if a jury would see it that way.”

“Would you?

“I don’t know,” he said, his voice sounding unworried.

“Oh hell, let’s not think about. If we’re cheating, we’re cheating. If we’re not, we’re not. All I know is that I’m having one hell of a good time with you on the phone. How about you?”

“Can’t think of a better way to spend the time.”

“Say, Tommy? That big cock of yours I once had the good fortune to see all nice and hard? Is it all nice hard right now by any chance? Right this very minute?”

“It certainly is, Lynn,”

“Oh good! I still remember how hard it was then, and how thick. I’ve thought about it so many times,” she confessed. And it was true. She’d never been able to get that image of her brother-in-law’s cock out of her mind. “Are you holding it now? Have you got it in your hand, Tommy?”

“That’s just where it is, with my fist wrapped around it.”

“Wish I could see it, wish I could see it right now.”

“I wish you could too, Lynn, and I wish I could get to see your pussy,” he said. “I’ve seen the rest of you but I never did get to see that.”

Once, some years ago, before she herself was married, Lynn had joined her sister and brother-in-law at a nude beach where she was able to see him in the buff. That was before the time she had caught him whacking off and had seen it hard.

“I’d love to show it to you,” she said. “I think you’d like it. I’ve been told I have a very pretty pussy.”

Her head went light for a moment as she pondered all this. Here she was on the phone with her brother-in-law, him admitting to her that on his end he was sitting there, talking to her, his cock thick and hard as he fisted it.

“I’ve told you how my cock is doing. How about you, Lynn? How’s that pussy? Is it wet? Are your fingers down in it?”

“Oh yeah, it’s wet alright, it’s soaking in fact,” she said truthfully. And Tommy believed her. For once his wife had told him how her sister had this tendency to get extravagantly wet down there at the mere thought of sex. One time Cathy had caught her like that, having soaked through her jeans. At first Cathy had thought her sister had accidentally pissed in her pants or something. When she learned what it really was, that’s when she began cruelly taunting her, calling her ‘The Sponge’ when just the two of them were together.

“And yeah, I have my hand down there and I’m playing with it,” she admitted.

Neither one of them had ever done this before, had a sexual conversation on the phone like this. And they were both married too, and in-laws on top of it!

“Are you dressed?” he asked her.

“I was when I first called,” she said. “but while we’ve been talking I’ve started to take my clothes off. I pulled off my dress, then my little frilly panties. I’ve still got on a little halter top, but below the waist, I’m all naked.”

He pictured his sister-in-law sitting there, nude below the waist, her fingers between her legs, the phone pressed to her ear.

“I wish I could see you,” he said, thinking what a sight she must be now.

“I wish I could see you, Tommy, and see that big dick of yours again.”

“It’s here for you, Lynn, right in my hand.”

“Well just keep playing with it then, keep playing with it while I play with my pussy and we keep talking to each other like this, okay?” she said. “We can call this cheating or we can call it whatever we want, but all I know is it sure isenjoyable, huh?”

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “And sounds good to mydick too.”

“You know, Tommy, I’ve never done this before, shared intimacies and fantasies on the phone like this with a guy.”

“Fantasies? You haven’t said anything about any of your fantasies, casino siteleri Lynn,” he pointed out to her.

“No, I haven’t, have I? Should I, Tommy? Should I share some of my most intimate fantasies with you? The ones I think about when I masturbate?”

“Sure, I’d love to hear some of your fantasies,” he said eagerly. “Do you masturbate a lot?”

“For the last couple of years, yeah, seems like I do just about every day. How about you?”

“Same here. Hardly a day goes by when I don’t jerk off.”

It thrilled Lynn to hear that but it didn’t surprise her. She knew, that just as was the case with her and her husband, Tommy and his wife no longer had sex too often. Her sister had confessed as much to Lynn. The symmetry was wonderful, Lynn thought. Two utterly horny and unsatisfied in-laws talking on the phone and rousing each other up like this.

“And I bet you have all kinds of fantasies too, right Tommy?”

“That’s true.”

“You’ll have to tell me some of yours.”

“Sure,” he said. “Why don’t you share one of yours with me, Lynn, and then I’ll tell you one of mine.”

“I’ll have to warn you, some of my fantasies arepretty nasty.”

“The nastier the better,” he told her.

Many of Lynn’s fantasies were fairly predictable, and focused on particular men she dreamed about, guys with perfect cocks, fucking her in a perfect way. But others were more outrageous. These Lynn always thought of as strictly private, but now, for some reason, she felt utterly uninhibited, willing, even eager, to share her most extreme, most outrageous fantasies with Tommy.

“If I share one of my nastiest fantasies with you will it make your cock all hard and achy hearing about it?” she teased.

“I guarantee it.”

“Okay, here goes, then,” she said. “Here’s one I’ve been thinking about lately when I play with myself. But before I start telling it to you let me take this top off and get completely naked, okay? And you do the same if you haven’t already.”

She now pulled off her halter top, sitting there in the nude, phone pressed to her ear.

“I remember how pretty those tits of yours are, Lynn,” Tommy said, realizing that now they were all exposed.

“Yeah, don’t think I didn’t catch you staring at them that time down at the beach,” she said, reminding him of the exciting, but frustrating time when they’d seen each other naked at a nude beach.

“Okay, here goes. This fantasy begins when Roger tells me we won’t be able go on vacation together because he’s too busy at work. He feels guilty so he tells me to go by myself, and to go anywhere I want and do whatever I need to do. So I go to this luxurious resort on a beautiful tropical island in the Pacific. I heard from a friend that they offer very ‘special’ services for the guests there.

“Soon after I arrive this beautiful, tan-skinned maid knocks on the door. She’s this svelte young thing with smooth, cinnamon-hued skin and an exotically gorgeous face. She says she will be my personal servant for the duration of my stay and will service all my needs, whatever they may be.

“Without my saying anything she gently removes all my clothes and then she bathes me. She even douches my vagina. When I need to take a piss, she wipes me dry with a soft, silk cloth. And then when she sees I have a need to be satisfied, she satisfies me. I expected to be making active use of my own fingers on this vacation but instead I now snap my fingers and she’s down on her knees, her face between my legs, her tongue giving me the most exquisite pleasure. No one has ever given me oral satisfaction quite like this.

“So by now she’s bathed and pampered and massaged and satisfied me. But that is just the prelude. I’m laying all stretched out on a velvet couch when my personal maid opens the door and lets in four men, completely naked, each with a perfect body and a huge cock, the four cocks all already rock hard and sticking straight up. The men are as exotic as she herself is.

“These new servants stand in front of me at attention, their hands clasped behind their backs, their penises at full mast, while I examine them, handling their organs, each so thick I can barely get my fingers around them. Then I tell them to turn around. They all have beautiful well-muscled bottoms, their cinnamon-hued buttocks smooth.

” ‘We are all your sex slaves,’ the maid tells me, ‘Whatever you seek, Madame, we will be happy to provide.’

“So I demand that the four men bend over and reach back and spread their buttocks. I look into their dark, inviting cracks and snap my fingers, commanding my slave girl to drop to her knees and lick each one of their asses in turn. She does this willingly of course.

“And while she’s doing this I get up off the couch and approach the men. I drop to my knees in front of them and as my slave girl is tending to their rears, I suck their huge cocks one by one.

“After I’ve sucked each cock, and my slave girl has licked each bahis siteleri ass, I ask the one with the very largest cock — it must be at least a foot long, thicker than my wrist, and standing up really hard and straight — I ask him to lay down on his back. Then I straddle him, lowering myself down on him, impaling my cunt on hisenormously long and thick cock, bearing down hard. I almost faint as I impale myself on him. I’ve never been filled like this, never felt it sodeep, never beenstretched so much.

“Then I snap my fingers again and have my slave girl get behind me and lick my ass. She licks it very willingly, just as she has licked the four others. I’m amazed at how long her tongue is, it seems she manages to get it well into my ass as she probes. I have the other three men gather by my face and suck each of their cocks in turn while I ride the one beneath me, and the slave girl makes a meal out of my bottom.

“Then she pulls her tongue away and rubs some fragrant oil into my crack.

“Now I snap my fingers at the three men standing in front of me. Each knows exactly what to do. The first gets behind me and slides his monstrously oversized stiff cock right up myoiled asshole–“

Lynn suddenly stopped telling her fantasy.

“Is this too much for you, Tommy?” she asked teasingly, snapping him out of his trance.

“Keep talking, Lynn, just keep talking,” he said in a raspy, broken voice. Lynn imagined how excited he was, listening to her depraved fantasy as he fisted his cock ferociously.

“So now I’m riding this unbelievably thick twelve-inch cock with my cunt, while right alongside it another huge cock is reaming out my ass. I’ve never, ever felt sofilled in my life!

“As the two of them together fuck me like this, I grab hold of the other two cocks and happily service them with my hungry mouth.

“I have four cocks tending to me, one in my cunt, another in my ass, two more in my hands and my mouth.

“The stud behind me, the one fucking my ass, groans loudly and I can feel his cock throbbing inside my ass. He’s filled my bottom with his heavy load of semen, I can feel it spraying into my innards. Afterwards he pulls out and with a snap of my fingers I dismiss him. He’s useless now.

“The next stud takes his place. He’s even bigger than the one before, I can feel, as he shoves his cock all the way up my ass. My bottom is onfire as I luxuriate in his savage anal assault. And then I feel him throb inside me as more thick, warm spunk pours into my bowels.

“Now he pulls out and a third takes his place. He fucks me for a long, long time until finally he too ejaculates inside me, his spunk joining that already pooled deep inside me.

“The only one left now is the one whom I’m riding with my cunt, the one with the monstrous, foot long cock. So now I lift myself up off him, take hold of his cock, move it an inch back to what is now my wide-open asshole, and sinking down hard, grip his massively thick shaft with my well-exercised anal muscles.

“I ride him like this until he, too, sprays his nectar deep inside me.

“Then I dismiss him with an arrogant snap of my fingers.

“I’m still up on the couch, on elbows and knees, with my bottom sticking out. I tell my slave girl to get behind and lick me there. And while she patiently licks my rear the spunk of four virile sex slaves drips out of my ass into her mouth. She tells me there is an ancient belief among her Island people that the ingestion of semen gives a woman health and a long life. And so I ask her to retain some in her mouth, not to swallow all of it. Then I turn around and have her carefully drip what is left from her mouth to mine, swallowing it greedily.”

There was a long pause now.

“That’s pretty wild, Lynn,” Tommy said. “I have to admit, you’ve just about blown my mind.”

“Wait, it’s not over. There’s more to this fantasy.”

“Well don’t keep me breathless with suspense.”

“Now the slave girl reaches into a closet and takes out anenormous strap-on dildo. It’s amazingly life-like and actually bigger than any of the four cocks I’ve just enjoyed. She straps it on to me as I stare into the full-length mirror, seeing myself now with ahuge cock! The servant girl falls back on the couch and spreads her legs wide. I stare at her dusky cunt as she beckons me with a finger and a wicked smile. I press my face between her legs and devour her sweet-smelling, perfectly etched little pussy, so wonderfully moist and delightful to lick. Next I bring my tongue an inch lower and flicker it over the raised ridge of her vivid little anus. Then I get between her legs and slide ‘my cock’ inside her, fucking her savagely until she cries out in climax.

“After I pull out she turns around and rubs some more of the fragrant oil between her own dark buttocks this time. Then she reaches back and holds herself open as I stare at her slick, nut brown asshole. My rubber cock seems like it must be bigger than any real one. So I hesitate. But the slave girls keeps wagging that finger, keeps wiggling her sexy bottom in my face. So I kneel behind her and work that awesomely thick rubber phallusright up her rectum as she squeals in utter delight. I reach around and finger her pussy while I fuck her ass until she climaxes again.

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*author’s note*

Please be aware, that I am writing this-beyond the whole, that a writer who literally lives to write, HAS to write-for someone I have had a special, strong friendship with for close to a year. We never really got beyond some heavy sexual flirting, innuendo because…we just didn’t. I’ll prolly post the next, ‘tween his knees and knocking him flat on his back chapter very soon. I sooo wanna get to licking those dents, even if it’s just in my mind!

I really didn’t know what to do with myself. Gavin was working on the house and I didn’t want to distract him or get in the way. He’d picked me up from the bus station at like two in the morning and I’d been so tired that I was tripping over my feet and staggering like a drunk. I’d only ridden on a Greyhound once in my life before. And that just a three hour trip, when I was sixteen and off to Wisconsin to be a camp counselor for the summer.

Daddy had marched me down the aisle and plumped me into a seat next to a fierce but immediately cooing at me woman in her sixties whom I doubt even Hitler would have gone up against. And sent such a fierce look around at all things male with in my vicinity that any cock threatening to stir at the site of a nubile, leggy, under age blond, must have withered aborning.

It was a little different this time.

I had a seat to myself. The bus wasn’t badly crowded and I’d made certain of keeping the second half of the seat unoccupied by plopping my carry on bag squarely on the empty seat beside me. Then I’d buried my nose in a book and refused to look up even when the bus headed out of the terminal. But wow, there were some scary people riding that bus and even though it was over a seven hour trip I was afraid to even think about closing my eyes, figuring I’d either get molested or somehow lose my luggage.

I hadn’t slept much the night before-too excited and wondering just how certifiably crazy my doing this meant I was. So yeah, I was punch drunk, bleary eyed staggering when I got off the Greyhound. And almost water works grateful that Gavin was waiting right there, safe and solid looking.

He took my bag from me, and after I bounced off the wall for the second or third time, put a casual, guiding arm around my shoulder, something else I was grateful for.

He lead me out to a truck, tucked me into the passenger side, even doing up my seatbelt for me, then tossed my bag into the back and got behind the wheel.

“Take a nap if you’d like.”

I think I said something wittily brilliant like “huh wha?” or maybe I just gaped dim witted. (Hope I remembered to shut my mouth before I started drooling.) And that’s pretty much all she wrote, so to speak. I don’t know how long we drove, and I just vaguely remember him helping me out of the truck and into a house, then tucking me-alone, and still fully clothed in my pretty little sleeveless dress-into bed.

When I woke up I was alone in the house. There was a note on the kitchen table telling me there was food in the fridge and clean towels in the bathroom. And that he’d gone over to the house and would be back later. He’d added that I should feel free to wander over and keep him company if I wanted to.

But like I said, I didn’t want to be a pest or get in the way. And I didn’t want him thinking I was going to expect him to entertain me when I knew he had work to do. I’m pretty good at being unobtrusive and not getting in the way. So I had breakfast, and then a shower, and decided to go lay out in the sun to help my hair dry. Somehow I’d managed to forget my hair dryer, and hair as long and thick as mine takes hours to air dry. The heat of the sun would speed that up at least a little.

It had been about three hours…and my hair was almost fully dry. Plus my skin was giving me that little türkçe bahis hint that it was maybe a bit PAST time to get the hell out of the sun. And to be honest I was a little bored.

And me bored is never, never, EVER a good idea. I always seem to get in trouble when I’m bored. Sometimes it’s deliberate, on purpose(BUTTONS…oh shiny let’s push and see what happens!) Other times it just happens-I’m not looking for trouble. Trouble just has a bead on my Irish ass.

It was late enough in the day that I figured it wouldn’t hurt to go searching for Gavin, he was probably getting close to finishing up for the day, so I got to my feet, staggering a bit, slightly sun daft, and went inside to change out of my swim suit.

When I took the bottoms off, they were more then a little damp. Some of that was just normal-woman juice; it happens. Some of us more then others. And I’m of the type who always seems to be a little wet. The fact that I’m usually wandering around writing erotic stories in my head if my brain isn’t engaged in what my body is doing might have a good bit to do with that. I’m a very sexual woman, and I’m usually thinking about things erotic. I remember reading a study about how many sex thoughts a man has in an hour and I’m pretty sure I’d be at the head of that study, if they’d included me in it.

And of course, I’d been thinking about Gavin during those hours of lying in the sun. That was to be expected, and some what of a habit I’d fallen into from almost the start of my “knowing” him, even though I’d also known, almost from that same start, that he was at least emotionally involved with someone.

We “met”, close to a year ago, on line, when I started playing a new RPG. I don’t know, maybe he was just bored; there probably weren’t that many players on line. Maybe he just liked my game nick-Minkx-it’s unusual. A lot of people mail me simply because they’re curious about the nick. Maybe he was casually impressed with what a fierce little tenacious gamer I was. Regardless of the whys and how comes, he elected to send me some money so I could get a better house in that game and train harder.

And we started to mail chat.

So I don’t know why it started, but I’m glad it did. Because he became someone very special to me. A person that I’d look for on line. Who I’d send mail to, so they’d know I was on line, when they came on. He became a friend, and a special one. Some one I shared secrets with, who gave me secrets back. Someone I could tell my “bad things” to. And someone who knew, he could in return, give me his.

He was some kinda wonderful; some one who never bored me, some one I loved to talk to because, damn, that’s one fine mind. And let me tell you this…and I’m pretty sure, right now, that I am drooling because that mind is paired to a body I wanted to lay out, lay down and lick, suck and literally devour from the first time I saw it. And the first time I saw him shirtless-I think I’d have paid for that pleasure!

Because he’s flat out beautiful.

He does work, that works his body. He doesn’t sit behind a desk. And when you look at that body, you don’t have to know anything about him to know that. It’s obvious.

I tease him about his “dents”. He’s got that sexy, hard bodied definition, at the sides of his hips, just up above where a low slung towel leaves a man bare. Every time I’d see that, when we’d chat and he had his web cam on, I’d forget my name, anything else I was supposed to be doing, hell I’d even forget to breath!

All I wanted to do was lunge through that web cam and find a horizontal surface to shove him prone on. Didn’t care if it was the floor, a bed, the table he ate on. Only thing my hormone driven, horny mind could think was, gimme, gimme, GIMME THAT! And give it to iddaa siteleri me now!

I wanted to push him down and taste him. Because it was all yummy nummies, that body. The strong shoulders, the flat belly; all ridges and muscles, and sweet heaven, those dents! They just…dipped…so perfect, I’d have damn near sold my soul to be able to have him, all to myself. They made this beautiful little hollow that I wanted to explore; to lick, long laps, over and over, and seductive angles that I wanted to nibble and bite at until I made him so crazy that he begged me for more!

He always talks about how much he likes to give-that’s pretty obvious, if you know him. He’s a caretaker type, just like me. Another thing we have in common. But when he talks about it in the sexual way, like when he tells me how he wants to eat me out for hours, and make me cum over and over, until I’m begging him to stop, babbling that I can’t take any more-and then do me more…

Or when he talks about doing it with me 69, both of us taking and giving pleasure, I think, hell yeah, can we put that down on a calender somewhere, a firm date, in INK! But at the same time, there’s that lil Irish hellion, German stubborn, bossy bitch of a brat katt thinking, fine and dandy lover. I kinda want to hold you to those lusciously lewd ideas, but here’s the kicker…when we meet, if we ever meet, I’m gonna get MY fantasy first.

Because I am aching, throbbing, dying hungry to do that to him…shove him down flat and prone and just suck and lick and explore every part of that beautiful body. Want, have, TAKE…gimme gimme!

I don’t know how long I stood there like a pole axed cow thinking about those dents and my need to just lay that man out flat and all but rape him, but when I came back to the read world, nude and still absently dangling my bikini bottoms from one lax finger, I wasn’t just damp anymore, I was flat out wet; pussy juice having slid down my thighs and long legs, almost to my ankles, and when I jolted, and spun around to check that Gavin wasn’t standing in the open door way, wondering what the hell my problem was, the lips of my sex and my clit were so swollen with blood and sexual arousal that the movement almost brought on an orgasm, and I had to grab the back of a handy chair, and stand there for long moments, shivering and shuddering, so poised and on the brink…

I could cum in a minute, I thought, probably in just a few seconds, my hands already sliding down my belly. All I have to do is just pinch my clit, the way I like it, hard, just once. And I almost did it. There was no reason not to. Even if I looked up to see Gavin watching me from the doorway-he’d be turned on and aroused, not thinking I was some nasty slut.

But I didn’t…I wanted to go to Gavin. I wanted to see him and be with him. I wanted to save my arousal and my sexual hunger for him. He was the one who made me feel this way. He was the one that just thinking even the mildest sexual thoughts about could make my body hum, and sing and throb. He gave me this exquisite pleasure, even when he wasn’t doing anything. And I felt that I owed him this explosion that my body wanted to experience so desperately. It was his. It belonged to him.

I didn’t even clean the sexual juices from my thighs, just let them dry naturally as I quickly ran a brush through my long, wheat blond hair and slicked on a little casual makeup. I only used a pineapple flavored balm on my full mouth. I wanted-no I was GONNA be-using those lips all over that long lusted for body and I didn’t want the goo of a thick gloss or the taint of lipstick getting in the way.

Oh I wanted to make a mess all over him…believe you me on that one. But it was gonna be a mess of sweat and spit and both our juices; natural deneme bonusu veren siteler things, as honest and basic in it’s essence as my hunger for this man was.

I didn’t put in earrings, even just casual ones, because I had every intention of at some point being on my knees with his blood engorged, erect cock as deep in my throat as I could get it. And if he wanted to twist his fingers into my hair, or cradle the sides of my face, to direct or guide me in sucking him to an earth shattering spend, no earrings meant he wouldn’t have to spare a thought about possibly hurting me.

No necklace either, although I usually wear something. But I ached for him to be able to grab at my waist length hair, or circle my throat, with the same ease.

I did wear bracelets on both wrists; the one on my left of a thin gold and platinum series of delicate links, the left one an antique African beaten copper, open work piece that ended at both ends with tiny elephant heads that glittered with little ruby eyes.

And of course my slave anklet, because I rarely take that off. It’s delicate enough to fit under boots or thick winter socks, and I like it. It’s simply, sexy as hell when you combine it with my long legs and dancer’s habit of walking some what on my toes. It suits me. It looks so fragile you’d think a hard breath would shatter it, but I’ve snagged it on many things in the years I have owned it, and it doesn’t come apart. Just like me.

That left what to wear. He already knew I rarely wear bras…my standard answer to when or if I do, is usually, weddings or funerals. I’m a tomboy still at heart, and I mostly have a tomboy’s taut body. I definitely have breasts, they just don’t bounce or flop around.

I decided to wear a pink mini sheath dress. I was wearing that dress in the first picture he ever saw of me, what I call my smirk picture. Pretty in pink, with a smart ass, cocky little smirk. I still love that dress; it’s fresh and uncomplicated and just a sexy little thing that suits a long legged katt.

And I wore it with nothing underneath. Just bare skin that I’d lightly coated in cherry almond body lotion.

It wasn’t a heavy scent, and I wondered if he’d be able to catch the sent of aroused women beneath. When I was getting ready to go search him out, while I’d brushed my hair and my teeth, and put on the little bit of makeup I’d applied, I’d been getting little scent whiffs. I liked that smell, the same way I liked how a clean man smelled, a man who’d showered that morning, a man who showered regularly. Maybe it’s just that I’m a country girl, but I like the smell of a man who’s worked hard all day, earning an honest sweat. It’s raw, and it’s earthy, and it seems to me, that the sent of a dawn’s start shower, still comes through.

Well, I was pretty much good to go now. All I needed to do was slip on some simple sandals, to protect my feet from wood slivers and errant, escaped nails. And suddenly I was attacked by a silly, overwhelming sense of shyness!

Hate this, hate this, HATE THIS…it hits me, never when I’m expecting or girded up against it. And when it does, I want to find a quiet, dim closet to hide in, where no one can see me or judge me or find me lacking. And it always makes me wonder, am I ever going to get over feeling like this? When the fuck am I going to be able to look at the woman I see in the mirror and really, truly SEE her. That mind’s eye picture…I really wish I could blow up the camera that takes those pictures.

I almost just sat my ass down to wait for Gavin to come find me.

But like I’ve said, I’m Irish, and I get mad when my tendency to feel insecure tries to take over and shatter/shudder me. And I’m German, which usually makes me too bloody stubborn to meekly give in or up-and thank the gods and genetics and genes or what ever the hell for all of the above. Because otherwise I probably would be living in a closet some where. That or a nut house.

So I darted back into the bedroom, grabbed my sandals, and high tailed my ass out of the house. Sexy, sweet Gavin, here comes trouble!

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There have been so many airports this year.

First Tacoma, then London, then Glasgow—and finally, Boston. Travel like I’m running away from something, or like I’m finally free. Or maybe it’s the same thing.

Tonight is a bad night though, and the voices in my head won’t shut up. I can’t sleep, so instead, I’ll sit here at this computer and write.

My father died holding a gun to his head. My mother is a writer. I’ll try her method first.

***

Boston. It is a place where modern buildings line cobblestone streets, and graveyards skulk between skyscrapers. Everywhere, there is the memory, the smell, the idea of the ocean.

I can see why she loves it there. Every guy has that one she, doesn’t he? The one girl who doesn’t, necessarily, need to be named.

I have perfect recall of her at the airport; I can still see the expression on her face as we made eye contact the single time I flew out to visit.

She pulled up to the curb in her red Cherokee and got out to hug me. She’s tall, maybe 5’11”, and kissing her has always felt different than kissing other girls—I don’t have to bend down, and when we step back, we’re looking eye to eye.

I won’t describe her more than that. You don’t need to know. She was still married then, and she’s still married now, I think. You can judge me if you want; but there are things you don’t know. Circumstances that blur the lines.

It had been her husband’s idea, after all.

At least that first time.

I won’t write her name here. Even her first name. I’m not ready to write about us yet, so I’ll write about other things, until enough time has passed that I can write about her.

Does this seem strange? That I’d start writing about her and then skip to something else? It would only be strange if the stories weren’t true.

There’s so much that’s happened, and every part connects to every other part—and it all comes down to where I want to start. So, of course, sitting here at the computer, I started with her, my girl in Boston. And on some sleepless night when I’m again weighing the benefits of my parents’ respective forms of panacea, I’ll probably end with her.

Tonight though, I’m going to write about the night Ron introduced me to Lisa.

***

Ron met her on his trash route. That’s all he’d say at first as we drove through the rain to meet her. It was a wet night, a few degrees below freezing, and the heat in his old Chevy wasn’t working. The windshield wipers beat the slush away while I rubbed my hands to keep warm.

Ron is my oldest friend. We came up together, as close to brothers as two friends can be. We’d taken different paths for a while after high school—he’d spent a few years in Texas, and I’d gone away to college—but now that we’d settled into our early thirties, we hung out pretty regularly.

“You’re not going to believe this chick,” he said.

“You saying she’s that good-looking?” I asked.

“No, it’s not that.”

I looked at him.

“I mean, she’s cute,” he said. “She’s got a face, but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“Then what are you talking about?”

“You’ll just have to see.”

I studied him in the green dashboard light. Like me, he has dark hair and blue eyes. Some people assume we’re related because we’ve got the same coloring, and we’re about the same height. But I’ve got a bigger nose, a bigger jaw—a bigger, more rectangular face. I’m a blockier version of him. Growing up, I’d never had his shock-and-awe looks, but we still seemed to do about the same with girls. I was the brilliant one. The crazy one.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?” I said.

There was a pause, the tiniest pause. “No, of course not,” he said. “This is just business.”

I cocked an eyebrow but questioned no further. Ron had called me a half hour ago. He’d gotten me out of bed. Ron was a garbage man who used to be a business man—and who now wanted to be a business man again.

He’d worn three-piece suits to work when he first got married. He’d run an office for a cell phone company. Then came the lay-offs. Now his wife watched him got to work with a name tag sewn onto his shirt. For some kind of women, that wouldn’t have mattered. The best kind, I think. Hey, a job’s a job. But Ron’s wife wasn’t the best kind. And he knew it, even if he’d never admit it. Ron loved his wife, and in a fucked-up way, he was doing this for her.

“Porn,” he’d told me a dozen times. “Is a billion dollar-a-year industry.”

I had a good video camera. As his oldest friend, that made me his partner. Ron had talked about it before, but we’d never actually tried it. Ron had never been able to find a girl willing to fuck on camera.

We pulled up in front of a little duplex that sat just off the main square of Pierce, Illinois. You could see the clock tower of the courthouse from the front yard. It’s the kind of duplex that’s wedged between shops and restaurants and probably will end up being an antique store at some point, once downtown has a few more years of sprawl under bonus veren siteler its belt.

“Her name is Lisa,” Ron said. “But don’t mention I gave her real name, okay?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Sorry I got you out of bed so late, but she’s married and can only do this at certain times.”

We walked up the stairs to the second floor and knocked.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but Lisa wasn’t it.

She answered the door with a huge smile, looking for all the world like some conservative doctor’s office receptionist.

“I thought you guys would never get here,” she said and ushered us inside. Ron did the introductions.

She was smiley and bubbly, mid-thirties, with dark hair and a pleasant, oval face. She was a little heavy in that curvy, sexy kind of way that makes a little heavy look good. She looked like somebody’s wife, or somebody’s mother. Not the kind of fake-sexy you’d see on TV, but the more lived-in kind you might come across in a grocery store.

The small front room was cramped. The furniture was dingy and worn. A poster of a huge body builder armed one wall. It looked like the home of a frat boy, not the home of a married couple.

I gestured to the posters. “So you’re husband likes working out?”

“Brian? No.” She smiled. “Oh, you mean the posters. This isn’t my house. Lord, no. I wouldn’t live here for anything. This is my boyfriend’s place.”

“I thought you two were married.”

“I am. Do you boys want something to drink?”

“Sure,” I said. Ron declined.

“So when is the guy supposed to be here?” Ron asked.

Lisa looked at her watch. “Any minute.”

“So we’re going to be shooting you and your boyfriend?” I asked, quick on my feet.

She looked at Ron. Ron gave me an apologetic look. She turned back to me. “No, honey, my boyfriend would kill me if he knew I was doing this. He’s an old-fashioned guy. We’re only using Kevin’s apartment because your friend,” she hooked a thumb in Ron’s direction, “is too cheap to spring for a hotel room.”

“Oh.”

“I can’t do it at my house,” she continued. “Because my husband is home with the kids…but I had a key to this place, so I figured, what the heck.”

“Where’s your boyfriend now?”

“Work. He’s a night foreman. Doesn’t get off till six in the morning, so we’re safe till then.”

I looked at Ron. “We’ll be out of here before that,” he said.

“So who’s the guy then?” I asked.

“I met him over the internet,” she said. “Well, I haven’t actually met him, met him.”

***

Ron and I sat on one of couches while Lisa went to the kitchen to get my drink.

“Is Miller, okay?” she asked, handing me the bottle.

“That’s fine.” I took a sip. It was nice and cold.

Lisa sat down next to Ron and draped a hand over his thigh. She leaned into him and smiled, “So what have you told your friend about me?”

Ron glanced at me. “Not much. I didn’t think you wanted me to.”

She looked me up and down. The smile widened. She turned to Ron. “He looks pretty trustworthy to me.” Her hand drifted to my leg and caressed my thigh. “So tell me, why are you here?”

“I’m going to be taking the stills while Ron handles the video.”

“Is that the only reason you’re here?”

“And moral support, I guess.”

“Is that it?”

I looked at her. “And because I’m curious.” It was the truth. “Why are you here?”

“That’s easy,” she said. “Because I always wanted to be a porn star.”

***

Married women don’t film pornos in their boyfriends’ apartments because they can help themselves. Or because they’re careful. Lisa fascinated me. Everything about her fascinated me. We made small talk while she took her clothes off.

She’d been married for eleven years. She worked for a bank.

She dropped her blouse to the floor and unclasped her bra.

She was a member of the Parent Teachers Association at her daughter’s school. She drove a BMW S series.

She kicked her skirt off and stepped out of her panties.

She was a charter member of The Meals on Wheels program, an organization that brought food to local shut-ins. She talked about herself while she stripped.

She sat down, naked, next to Ron and draped a thigh over his legs while she leaned back against the cushions.

She was a real person with a real job and a real family. And she was also, by her own admission, from her very earliest recollection, a freak.

“When I played with Barbies as a kid,” she said, an evil smile spreading across her face. “Barbie loved taking her clothes off in front of Ken.”

“So you were always into this?” I asked.

“It started in High School,” she said. One hand drifted down between her legs. She spread them wide apart, revealing an open, glistening slit. She was shaved completely bare. She had no embarrassment at all. Her fingers began working circles.

“By the time I graduated, I needed to come three times a day. Needed it.” She closed her eyes now, letting her fingers work.

When she spoke again, her bahis voice was softer, almost a whisper. “I had boyfriends. I tried to be faithful in college, but there were parties, and alcohol, and guys hitting on me; and I found even when I told myself I wouldn’t do anything, I still ended up fucking other guys. I’d get drunk and then some guy at a party would drag me into a dark room, and I just couldn’t say no. When other guys heard about it, I got invited to a lot of parties.”

“How many guys did you fuck in college?” I asked.

“I don’t know, maybe thirty or forty.” Her face scrunched. “No, it had to be more than that.” She paused. “I was in school for five years, and there were parties two or three times a month. It had to be a lot more guys than that. It was so crazy.” Her face lit up while she talked.

“They’d just get me drunk and pile me into a room, all these bodies. Sometimes guy after guy, and that was my favorite. Usually I’d be too drunk to remember the details, just flashes, and I’d sit on the toilet the next morning, touching my sore pussy, trying to tell if it was full of cum, or if the guy had used a condom. Because I wasn’t on birth control back then.”

“Weren’t you worried about getting pregnant?”

“I was terrified of it. That was the crazy thing. I’d sit in class the next morning and that’s all I could think about, being pregnant. It scared me to death—but that didn’t stop me. My parents are so religious. Sometimes I’d tell the guys to pull out. Sometimes they would and sometimes they wouldn’t. And do you want to hear something fucked up?”

“What?”

“Those were the best orgasms I ever had. When they did that. When they came in me anyway. I’d almost pass out from coming so hard—like glass breaking, or something shattering inside me, I can’t describe it.”

“Does your husband know?”

“No. I started dating him around the time all this was happening. He was kinda shy, and kinda nice. He was a virgin and didn’t really know what he was doing. I liked that.”

“So how did you end up married?”

“I loved him. I mean, I do.” She paused again, and her fingers slowed on her pussy. She looked at me. “He’s what I wanted to be happy with. My parents liked him. I wasn’t pregnant when we got engaged, either. I made the decision to marry him before I found out about being pregnant. To be honest, by then, after all those times in high school and college, I’d just assumed I couldn’t have kids.” She shrugged. “Some women just get pregnant easier than others, I guess.”

“So did you stop fucking other guys when you got engaged?”

“I tried to. But there were slips. I can’t work for a man I haven’t fucked. I can’t respect him.”

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Lisa got up from the couch and walked naked to the door. She stood to the side and opened it slowly. “You must be John,” she said.

A voice from the hall answered. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Come on in,” she said and led the man into the room. She introduced us. We shook hands like there wasn’t a naked woman in the room.

“Where should I put my coat?” the man asked.

“Anywhere is fine. Over there, on the chair.”

John was medium height and build, mid-forties, with sandy hair and a trimmed mustache. His hair was thinning a little in the front, and when he took his jacket off I saw the beginnings of a paunch. If Lisa looked like a receptionist, this guy looked like somebody’s high school algebra teacher. For all I knew, he was an algebra teacher.

“You have a long drive?” Ron asked him.

“I live in Chicago, so it was a drive. I would’ve been here sooner, but the traffic got bad around the state line.”

“Traffic’s always bad on 294.” I said.

And the small talk went on. It was bizarre. We talked about all kinds of shit. The guy told us about his kids. I didn’t want to know about his kids. I didn’t want to hear about his wife’s back surgery, or about his son’s wrestling record in middle school. I think we were too nervous to start what we were really there for.

Lisa was the one that got things rolling. While the guy talked about his job at an auto parts store (so he wasn’t an algebra teacher after all), she dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his flaccid cock and engulfed it with her mouth. He stopped talking. That had shut him up.

“So Lisa told you what we’re doing tonight?” Ron asked him. Lisa sucked. We were finally getting down to business.

“Yeah, she said you needed a guy for filming.” He put his hand on the top of Lisa’s head.

“That’s right,” Ron said. “I’ll need you to sign a release.”

“That’s fine. She told me you’d make sure the porn wasn’t sold in Illinois, right?”

“Yeah, there are regions I can avoid in distribution.”

“Okay, because I can’t have anybody recognizing me around where I live.”

“No problem.”

I hoped for their sakes that Ron really had control over that. He’d talked about distributors to me, and he’d never mentioned being able to control where the porn was sold. Basically, deneme bonusu Ron was going to try and sell the footage to a production studio he had contacts with. I guess it was possible they’d agree not to sell it in certain areas.

Lisa and John moved to the couch. Ron wasted no time getting the camera out.

John’s cock didn’t react well to all the commotion. It took him a few minutes to get hard. Lisa was on her knees sucking away while he lay back on the couch and closed his eyes. Ron got a real close-up, and Lisa played for the camera, running her tongue up and down the guy’s shaft. He had an average dick. Or like my idea of what an average dick might look like. Around five or six inches, kind of on the skinny side. His balls were shaved, and she moved lower to suck on them.

After a few minutes, she moved to the couch and he spread her legs and ate her. Hung though he may not have been, one thing the guy excelled at was eating pussy. I must admit, he seemed quite the enthusiast. Dove in and ate box like a champ. I snapped pictures from a dozen different angles.

When he finally mounted her, he made one quick thrust, and he was balls deep, pushing into her in short, fast strokes.

She moaned, and I clicked, and ray recorded, and it was all so fucking surreal, happening right in front me like that—this housewife from across town, and a stranger she’d just met whose name almost certainly wasn’t John.

John drove into her like a piston. Fast. Too fast. We should have seen it coming. In a few moments, he groaned, and his hips bucked.

“I’m coming!” he shouted.

He buried deep, ass clenching, emptying himself into her. Just how she likes, I thought.

“Fuck, yes!” She locked her legs behind his ass, driving him deeper while he came.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her.

“What the fuck was that?” Rob asked.

Lisa looked up at him. The guy just laid there and breathed.

“I needed a money shot.”

“I can do it again in a few minutes.” The guy said. He still hadn’t moved.

“Seriously,” Rob said. “This footage is worthless without a come shot.”

“Just give me a few minutes.”

“No problem., how long are you going to need?”

The guy sat up. “Like fifteen minutes.”

“Okay.”

Cum drooled from Lisa’s open pussy. I closed the camera and turned it off. Lisa got us all beers and we watched the footage on the video camera’s view finder. It was pretty decent footage.

“I’d fuck me,” Lisa said.

Then came the small talk again. Fifteen minutes turned into twenty, turned into half an hour.

The small talk was getting smaller and more threadbare. Lisa tried getting the ball rolling the same way she did before, but this time it didn’t work. She sucked, but nothing happened.

She took a break, and we all had another beer. I don’t even remember what we talked about next. The fucking weather or something. It was as awkward as anything I’d ever seen. Lisa went down on the guy again and this time his dick actually shrank, I think, instead of getting longer.

“I don’t think I’m up for another round tonight, guys,” he said. By the time he said it, it was obvious.

Ron got him to sign the release, and then we shook hands, and the guy said his goodbyes.

“Email me,” was the last thing he said to Lisa before he walked out the door.

She nodded and waved.

“Fuck,” Ron said when the door was closed. “We need a money shot.” He turned to Lisa. “Is there anyone else we can get tonight?”

“On camera?” she asked. “It’s pretty short notice.”

“Fuck.”

“What about one of you two?” she asked, looking back and forth between us. “I’m up for it if you are?”

I won’t say the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.

“I’ve got to deal with the distributors” Ron said. “They think I’m a producer. It wouldn’t be professional if I were actually in the film.”

She looked at him.

“Besides that,” he said. “I’ve got a small dick.”

I’ve heard funnier stuff in my life, but hearing my best friend bemoan the size of his cock to a naked woman ranks pretty far up there. Not that I hadn’t heard him complain about his dick-size before—but I’d never heard him tell a woman.

I’m pretty sure his feelings of inadequacy were unfounded. I’d seen him naked a time or two growing up, at the gym and such, and he’d seemed pretty normal to me, as far as that goes.

“Besides that,” Ron said. “My buddy here’s the one with the big dick.” He patted me on the shoulder.

I almost choked on the last sip of my beer.

Lisa looked at me. “Really?”

“I don’t know.” I said.

“How big is it?”

“Pretty fucking big,” Ron said. “I got tired hearing about it from girls back in school.”

“That was a long time ago,” I said.

“Let me see it,” Lisa said to me.

“Listen,” I said. “I’m here to help film a porno, not be in one.”

“C’mon, you were born for this kind of shit,”

Ron said. “Let’s see it.”

I was starting to sense a conspiracy.

“I’m here to take pictures; there’s no way I’m doing anything on film.”

“Shit.” Lisa said. “I’m so fucking horny.”

She started rubbing her bare, sloppy pussy. “There’s got to be something we could do.”

“I’m open to ideas,” Ron said.

“How about I go to a bar in the square and pick up a guy?” Lisa asked.

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Linda Falco didn’t know which was more incredulous – the questions being asked her by the stranger across the table, or how aroused those questions were making her.

Maybe it all had to do with the survey taker himself. He was not your typical four eyed, balding, overweight bureaucrat. Linda would bet her last dollar that the man whom the government was paying to ask her extremely intimate questions about her love life had majored in football in college with a strong minor in cheerleaders! His longish black hair kept falling into his deep blue eyes. The pale blue polo shirt he was wearing covered his muscular body while at the same time left little to Linda’s imagination – which was fine by her!

“Before your current partner, how many sex partners have you had?”

It was one of his most intimate questions yet! As she ticked off each of her former lovers in her mind, a parade of sexual images flashed before her eyes, especially her first lover… He had been something else. Come to think of it he was not unlike a slightly younger version of her survey taker…

“Sex.”, she said.

“Excuse me?”

The realization of what she said caused Linda cheeks to glow red with embarrassment.

“Um… No. I meant to say six.” Suddenly feeling hot, flustered and embarrassed, Linda felt the need to get up from the table and get some fresh air.

“Would you like some water”, she asked her guest.

“Yes, that would be nice. All of this talking dries… out…” Linda was on her feet and headed to the kitchen before her guest finished his sentence.

Relieved, she filled two glasses with ice from the fridge and water from the tap. Then she stood for a long moment just breathing in the fresh clean morning air through the open kitchen window. Something was happening here and she wasn’t sure that she should try to stop it. In fact, she wasn’t sure she could stop it if she wished to.

On the other hand, she thought, she should be ashamed of herself. She was acting like a school girl! After all, despite the intimate nature of the questionnaire, her guest had not been anything less than a complete gentleman – totally no-nonsense and businesslike.

“Can I help you?”

Linda could tell by the sound of his voice he was now standing in the kitchen doorway. She turned towards him and offered him a glass of water. He thanked her, and took a long drink from the glass. But he didn’t make a move to either enter the kitchen or return to the living room where they had been doing the survey. He seemed content to straddle the doorway.

Puzzled, Linda figured it was her responsibility to lead them back to the living room. As politely as she could she squeezed past her guest. As she did this, her breasts brushed against his rock hard chest and her left thigh brushed against his tan Dockers. She felt something bahis siteleri she would lay odds wasn’t a magic marker – it was too big.

“I’m going to have to trade this glass of ice water for a cold shower if you do that again.” He said – a polite smile crossing his face. “I’m sorry I guess I should have moved out of your way.”

Linda was furious with herself. There was enough room in the doorway that she could have gotten past him with touching him. It was becoming obvious to her, that her body and her mind were not on the same page.

“I could have asked you to move… if I had wanted you to.”

Where the hell did that come from? Linda couldn’t believe that she had said something so incredibly… corny! She was about to continue on into the living room where they could conclude the survey, when her guest placed his water glass on the nearby counter.

“You didn’t want me to move?”

Linda felt his hand come lightly to rest on her hip.

“Well, umm… You… see…” The cooling effects of the fresh air and her glass of water had evaporated. Waves of pleasant heat seemed to emanate from the man’s finger tips and radiate through her body. To her breasts, god she wanted him to touch them. To her belly, she wanted to feel his weight on top of her. Finally, down between her legs, where she wanted to feel him in her.

“Is this, um, part of the, um, survey?” Linda looked up into those blue eyes and could see the gentle smile there that said no, it wasn’t. The slightest pressure on her hip, urged her closer. She closed the short distance between them until her breasts touched his chest. Even through their clothes, the heat of his body felt wonderful. It enhanced the warm dampness growing between her legs.

He took her water glass and set it on the counter.

Not taking her eyes from him, she pressed closer, smashing her breasts against him. Linda felt the cool metal of his belt buckle against her bare belly as it hiked up the hem of her blouse. She felt the heat of his crotch matching hers as she saw his lips descend to claim her.

Eyes closed she gave herself up to the sensations of the kiss. His warmth and strength seemed to be all around her all at once. She breathed in the aroma of his cologne, ever so faintly tinged with the smell of her own arousal. The hand that had been on her hip sought out her breasts, answering her unspoken plea. The other journeyed to the small of her back, and then slipped under the waist band of her jeans and panties where his middle finger gently explored the crack of her ass.

Their tongues teased each other as their nostrils flared and their breathing quickened. She was consciously pressing her lower body against his reveling in the feel of his hardness, through their clothes.

As if in response to an unspoken canlı bahis siteleri signal, they moved as one to the sofa in the living room – shedding pieces of clothes along the way. By the time Linda felt the front of the sofa against the backs of her calves she was naked, except for her socks. She sank down backwards into the plush cushions. Watching her guest remove the last of her clothes she absent mindedly stroked her pussy. When he saw her touching herself, he took the waist band of his boxers and pulled it down slowly until just the head of his cock could be seen.

Linda smiled, and said, “More.”

“More, what?” he replied.

“More of that cock of yours that you are going to fuck me with.” Linda said with devilish breathlessness.

“Show me how much you want it..”

Linda feigned shock and then gave him an evil grin as her index finger and middle finger disappeared inside of her. Her lips parted and her breathing was labored as she slowly thrust her two fingers into her cunt and then, just as slowly slide them almost all the way out.

He moved the waist band of his boxers halfway down the shaft of his cock. It was rock hard and Linda could clearly see its veins.

“Again”, he demanded. “Slow-ly”, his voice caught as his fingers that were holding the waist band of his boxers brushed against his balls.

Linda started to comply, but then changed her mind. Without warning she buried her fingers inside herself -so quickly she made herself gasp aloud.

“That’s not how I said to do it!” He scolded. Now his breathing was becoming labored, “I’ve got a good mind to put my clothes on and leave.”

“Go ahead”, Linda groaned as she pumped her fingers into her cunt once more, “If you think you can.” He was about to respond when she pulled her fingers out of her pussy, raised them to her lips and slowly licked them clean.

“I’ll spank you for your disobedience, later.” He said breathlessly as he disposed of his boxers and descended on her.

“Threaten me with a good time, will ya!” Linda’s chuckle merged with a moan as she felt the warmth of his cock pressing against her pussy. He held it there for a moment teasing her with it as he hovered above her, supported by his muscular arms. Her arms found their way around this his back. She wanted to feel his weight on her. She wanted to feel his cock inside her and she would not be denied. She reached up to kiss him.

“Fuck me now!” She moaned just as their open lips met.

Then he eased his weight down on top of her. His tongue plundered her mouth as his cock filled the void between her legs. God! Linda thought to herself, this man feels so fucking good! It’s been way too long…

It started with long slow thrusts; his cock probing every inch of her cunt. Then their lips parted as the tempo güvenilir bahis of his thrusts increased.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!”

Linda wrapped her legs around his waist as he went at her harder and faster. Their sweating bodies moving as one, each thrust giving each of them the pleasure they so desperately sought. She felt the familiar, but long absent tension rising in her cunt; felt the first twinges of muscle spasms between her legs, felt the moisture form her pussy dribbling its way down the crack of her hot ass.

“I’m gonna cum.” He gasped.

Linda felt him start to tremble. So he was not just a good fuck, he was a gentleman. She grabbed his ass cheeks with encouraged his thrusts. She wanted him to know that he didn’t have to pull out – that she wouldn’t let him pull out.

“You want it babe?” he growled above her.

“Yeah. I want… it… allllll. Fu… fu… Oh, Fuck!”

Linda screamed – at lest she thought she screamed — as her orgasm hit her with a force she had never before experienced. Her visitor collapsed heavily on top of her as he thrust his cock into her cunt one last time. Then his hands held her hips like a vise, as he ground himself roughly against her. First his cock quivered violently inside her over and over and then, finally, sadly, shrank inside her.

They fell asleep – a tangled mass of arms and legs.

* * *

Linda awoke on her sofa to a knock at the door. Her visitor was gone and she was completely dressed, except the fly of her shorts was completely undone and her blouse was hiked up over her breasts. Her hand rested inside her panties, it and her panties were soaked.

A second knock spurred her into action.

“Just a minute!” She called.

She zipped up her fly and straightened herself up as quickly as possible. No time to change her underwear, but she stopped at the downstairs bathroom to quickly wash her hands before she answered the door.

The sky blue shirt and the government logo it bore were instantly familiar to her. But that is where the familiarity ended. The man wearing it was paunchy, middle aged, and a poster child for male pattern baldness. Just what one would expect from a Government survey taker.

“Good morning.” He said, “I am Mr. Filby from the Government. I am her to do a survey about sewer lines. That is, if I can have a few minutes of your time.”

“Perfect!” Linda said with a wry chuckle. “Apparently my mind has been in the gutter all morning!”

“Excuse me?”

“Never mind, Mr. Filby.” Linda said, “It’s just a bad joke. Perhaps I could get you a glass of water?”

“That would be nice. Thank you.”

Of course her sexy survey taker had been just a dream, Linda thought to herself. Things like that don’t happen in real life. After she finished filling two glasses of water at the kitchen sink she turned around and saw Mr. Filby briefcase in hand, shoulders hunched over standing in the doorway to the living room. You know, Linda thought to herself, he may not be my “dream lover”, but at least he is real.

“Ms Falco, why are you looking at me like that? Ms. Falco!”

“Oh! My! MS FALCO!”

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It’s Monday and the damn grass needs to be cut. The weather-nerds are saying there’s a 50% chance of rain. Light day at the office… might as well dedicate some time in the morning and get it done before the rains come.

It’s somewhat mindless work, up and back… up and back… up and back. It’s humid… hey, it’s North Carolina… and before long I’m drenched. At one circuit turn I see the garage of the house next door open and the neighbor-lady pulls out to go somewhere. I don’t know her at all, other than the across-the-fence “hey” every now and then. She’s incredibly busy… seemingly never home… always on the go. A cursory wave as she drives away and I continue my chore.

Another couple of circuits and I notice her garage door is up again. She’s pulling back in. Another circuit, then the door’s closed. Hmm… maybe she forgot something or dropped the daughter off and came back.

The rain starts to patter. It feels good against my skin, but the job needs to get finished… I don’t know when I’ll get back to it. The leaf-blower does a suitable job of blowing the clippings down the drive. I go inside and head straight upstairs for the shower.

I love a hot shower. But when my body heat is already high, the shower-water feels best when it’s cool. I step in and revel in the clear, clean water washing the hot, sticky sweat from my skin. Head and hair get drenched and I can almost feel the steam coming off my dome like those football players in the NFL Films. A quick squirt of shampoo and I clench my eyes while I lather up my head.

Then I hear the distinctive “squoop-thock!” that the shower door makes when it opens, followed by the similar “squoop-thud-d-d!” sound as it closes. My mind searches for an answer… maybe one of the dogs is standing against the glass. My arms are over my head, my back is to the shower opening, rinsing the soap from my hair.

An instant later, intermingled with the cool water splashing canlı bahis against my chest, I feel the soft run of fingers coming up my rib cage from behind me. Almost immediately I feel the warmth of a woman’s form pushing into my ass, my thighs, the spot behind my back just below the shoulder blades… and the hands keep moving softly, gently, firmly across my chest. I pull my hands down from my hair and find the arms that enfold me.

I follow the arms backward to the elbows, then back further until my hands are caressing the smooth, naked ass that’s spooning into mine. A finger from my right hand travels to the dimple above her butt crack, then pushes down along her ass and dips gently to apply the oh-so-slightest pressure to the anus. A sharp inhale and slight forward recoil – which actually pushes her further into my back – and then a husky giggle and a soft purr of “mmmmmm.”

“Mind if I turn around?,” I ask into the tile before me. Her reply comes from over my right shoulder, punctuated by hot lips, tongue, breath and finally a pinch of skin between teeth. “Only if you’re prepared for what might happen next.”

I begin to pirouette within the arms around me and the hands on my chest. In the midst of the turn the hands and arms begin to drop lower down my torso and I realize she’s dropping to her knees and moving her hands to capture my bobbing cock. Now the cool water is thudding against my back, neck and shoulders. But her hands, mouth, breath, and tongue are putting intense heat against my dick and my balls. My cock is already wet from the shower, but it goes from cool dampness to hot velvet in one slick, soft, smooth move.

She wastes no time. It’s not the frantic piston moves from a porn movie, but a soft and intentional journey into oral bliss. Her hands softly, gently, move from place to place… caressing my ass as the water flows over it… cupping my balls and squeezing gently but firmly kaçak iddaa enough to tell me that she means business… pressing equally against my thighs as she buries my cock deep within her throat. But it’s her mouth… and her tongue… and her lips… and the heavenly motion… the suction… the twisting… oh, my god, I’ve never experienced someone as intent on devouring me as she is at this very moment.

My head pivots back on my neck, seemingly a dead weight… my hands resting on her head as she works her oral magic on me. She knows I don’t have much longer… and she stops just in time and stands up, naked before me. She rests her hands on my shoulders. With what seems like all the strength I can muster I pull my head forward to look for the first time at my unintended accomplice. Her face is inches from mine. Her eyes glitter with a perky, smirky smile, then change to reflect her determination to carry this through to the end.

Her hands come up to capture my jaw and she turns my head slightly to the right while hers tilts slightly to the left. A moment’s pause while our hot breath mingles, and then lips join… tongues dance… teeth clamp softly down against juicy lips. The kiss breaks and she looks intently into my eyes. Her hands guide me downward and I willingly oblige.

I move to her breastbone, then downward still to capture a moist, erect nipple in my mouth. My hand comes up to caress and then squeeze the soft fullness of her breast while my mouth, tongue, and teeth twizzle around the delicate tissues at the tip. She wriggles her lower back and moans softly over the sound of the pounding water.

On my knees now, I reluctantly leave her succulent nipples and my mouth travels down the midline of her abdomen, across the soft, wet curls of her mound and to the rich, pink target that waits for me. She spreads her feet as far apart as the shower floor will allow, giving me as much access kaçak bahis as she can to a glorious, glistening goal. She didn’t dawdle over me… I don’t delay in bringing her pleasure.

With my fingers, I gently pull back the lips of her pussy. Her arousal is evident… and I harden the end of my tongue and flicker it quickly… quickly… quickly… over the tip of her clit. As softly but as intently as I can, I focus all of my energy on her as she moves ever upward toward ecstasy. Her breathing begins to increase, both in speed and in intensity… her moans begin softly, then increase as the water pounds on my shoulders and splashes against her soft belly. I feel her move to a higher plateau, and while I continue to flicker my tongue over her clit, I take two fingers from my right hand and slide them gently but firmly into her swollen pussy… curling upward to find the soft fleshy mound deep within her womanhood.

She’s climbing faster now… moans and motion signal the obvious. But she can’t help it… “Oh, I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come!”

She started this surprise; now it’s my turn to pay it back: I stand quickly and turn her gently to her left, pushing down on her shoulders so she’s bent over in front of me… hands resting on the tile seat at the rear of the shower. My fingers slide out of the entrance to her pussy, holding the lips apart, while I quickly slip my throbbing cock inside her. The maneuver took only a second or two… and she’s still climbing the hill to orgasm, only this time I’m inside her… sliding softly but intently in and out and in and out of her dripping vagina. The moist fingers of my right hand, still slick with her juices, now continue to twiddle her pulsating clit. My left hand reaches up to capture a nipple and roll it gently between pinching fingers. Her hands fly back to capture my butt cheeks and pull me tighter into her… and the now-taught muscles of her thighs and ass help push her over the edge. And I’m right there with her, shooting hard into her bulging mound.

The moans subside… the water continues to pound against gently relaxing bodies. And I wonder just exactly when I’m gonna need to cut the damn grass again. Hmmm… maybe tomorrow…

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My time with Jordan was great but it didn’t last. Maybe it was the age gap but more likely the responsibility of being a mother didn’t square with staying with me. She took our daughter with her to visit her family in Michigan and didn’t come back.

There were the requisite phone calls and I kept asking her when she’d come home and then one day she informed me that she was getting married to one of her father’s younger coworkers. He was taking her in and taking my daughter, too. Jordan made clear that she wanted a clean break and that if I left her alone there would be no story for her to tell the police.

I’ll admit she had me there but she was also letting me go without a demand for support or all of my stuff which is really fair treatment considering what I’d done to her might not sound so great in court.

So I let it go.

Two years went by and I kept to myself. I didn’t bother dating and instead focused on keeping up with my beautiful house. The occasional picture of Jordan and my daughter would show up on my phone and sometimes I’d also get a picture of her husband and the son he’d had with my Jordan. I’ll admit to being jealous.

Spring was getting started in Kansas City. The trees were starting to bloom, the cold nights were not so cold. People were starting to be seen out walking every day.

One fine Saturday I’m planting a new row of azaleas when I hear someone coming up the steps into the yard. I figured it was the mail so I didn’t pay much mind to the person.

“Excuse me?”

I turned to look and caught my breath.

She was beautiful!

“I’m sorry I scared you, I was looking for Baz?”

I was still taking in the sight. She was about the same petite shape as my Jordan but with raven black hair, that same pale skin, and piercingly beautiful ice blue eyes.

“Um, yeah. I’m Baz, how can I help you?”

She reached out a petite hand to me and I shook it. She was cold.

“I’m Yulia, I know Jordan from Michigan…we went to high school together.”

“Okay.”

“So Jordan told me all about how you and she met and I was hoping you might want to help me out.”

Fuck. I braced myself for the inevitable blackmail. How much was it going to be I wondered? In that moment I felt betrayed by Jordan even though she had no real obligation to be loyal to me anyway.

I stood up and looked down at her. I figured her to be in her late teens or early twenties. The hint of accent told me she bonus veren siteler was foreign and maybe from Ukraine or Russia. I know they run a bit corrupt over there but I just wasn’t expecting it right here, right now.

My voice got a little stern, “What is it you want? Money?”

She held up a hand as if offended, “No! No, not like that, really! She told me about how you held her prisoner and how you took care of her and all that and I was going to ask if you could do the same thing for me!”

Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that! I was better prepared to be blackmailed for money!

I invited her inside to talk and she readily agreed.

Coffee was poured and then Yulia told me her story. Yulia had been born in Ukraine and her family came to the USA after the Russians invaded and blew up most of her hometown. They settled in Michigan where she met Jordan at school. She’d had a couple furtive relationships but nothing serious. She’d tried nursing school but discovered she was dyslexic and studying didn’t come easy. That was followed by a bout of justifiable depression and then she ran into Jordan after Jordan got married.

Jordan spilled the beans about how I’d held her and the intent was to inspire Yulia to persevere and get through her challenges. Turns out that Yulia started to think about Jordan’s experience with me and decided to see if she could try it out for herself.

“So let me get this straight,” I asked, “You know I’m a rapist and you want me to keep you here and rape you?”

She shook her head. “Jordan told me about you and made it clear that you never raped her. It was always her choice to be with you and that you were kind and caring but you were also forceful with her. I want that! I am so tired of American boys who beg and ask permission for everything, not like Ukrainian men who know what they want and make a woman want it too!”

Yulia went on and told me in some detail how her two boyfriends were too passive for her tastes. And then she expounded on her ideas about sexuality and I realized the girl had a bit of a submissive kink going on. She was wanting to be dominated. But as she went on she was making it clear that she wanted to be dominated on her own terms. There were lots of conditions like condoms, no babies, nothing too perverted, but at the end of it all she wanted to be dominated and not treated as the one in charge.

I got out a video camera and had her make bahis a statement about how this was all her idea and how she was consenting to whatever I wanted and etc.

Then I put down the camera and looked her in the eye, “When do you want to start? I ask because once you say when you won’t get to make any such choices again, not at least until I let you make that kind of choice, are we clear?”

She was breathing pretty heavy and I realized it wasn’t fear but anticipation. Maybe even arousal.

“I’m ready now. I have nothing to go back to, my family won’t miss me, no one will.”

Music to my ears.

I took her hand and led her downstairs to the guest suite.

“Go take a shower and then come up and see me for dinner.”

I walked away but came back just as soon as I heard the water running. I gathered up her things and then gathered her clothes all except for a few pair of panties. Jordan had left a fleece lounger behind when she left and that ended up on the bed to wait for Yulia.

When she came upstairs she looked so much younger. The heavy makeup she’d been wearing before was gone and she looked less a model than a naturally beautiful woman.

I’d figured her to bitch or complain about her stuff being taken away but instead she went along with it.

Dinner was pleasant and we talked. I have to admit I kept stealing glances at her bare feet and bare ankles and it was then I think I realized I have a little bit of a foot fetish. I think what it is for me is that the sight of a woman’s bare feet in my presence is a sign of her being available to me in a sexual way.

After dinner I walked her to her suite. She turned to say something to me and I pushed her back into the room and closed the door behind me. It closed and locked with that satisfying ‘thunk!’ and then the outside world could not be heard.

“Yulia, take off your clothes.”

Her eyes went wide. “N-n-n-now?? But so soon?”

I pulled off my t-shirt. “Yes. Now.”

She stared at me as I undid my belt and dropped my pants.

I looked at her and hooked both hands into the waistband of my boxers, “You wanted this, remember?”

I went ahead and pulled down my boxers as she stood there and I could see the anxiety and confusion on her face as she realized her fantasy kink was about to get real.

She held it together as I pulled the fleece lounger off of her to reveal two very perfect and very white tits. She deneme bonusu gasped as I ran my hands over them. Her hands went to her panties when I moved to pull them down. I stared into her eyes and saw a little defiance.

That disappeared when I suddenly tore the panties from her body and left a couple of marks where the waistband had grabbed her skin.

We were both naked and one of us was very obviously aroused.

She put a hand against my chest, “You must get a condom! No baby, that was part of the deal!”

I smiled. “But you never said that on the video, did you? You consented to…how did you say it? Yes, ‘whatever Baz wants to do to me’. That’s what you said and this is what I want.”

See, up to that point Yulia had wanted to be in control even though the idea was to not be in control. She wanted to be dominated on her terms and that’s not really domination, is it?

I pulled her close and kissed her as my hands went all over her body. She pleasingly squirmed and soon I kissed her neck, biting it and leaving a mark.

My hand went between her legs and she tried to pull them tight. That didn’t stop me from finding her body getting ready for me.

She was whimpering as I pushed her back to the bed. I made her lie on her back and then got between her legs before letting my body rest on hers.

“You’ve never had a bare cock in you before, have you?”

My cock stroked between her pussy lips as I spoke to her.

“No, never”, she nervously replied.

“Then you were still just a little bit of a virgin, weren’t you?”

Her eyes went wide as I caught the head of my cock in her pussy and pushed. She made little short gasps as I stroked myself into her body before I was balls deep.

“There, now you’re getting fucked the way you should be fucked.”

My cock slid in and out of her and while she was snug it was clear that this was far from her first time.

Soon enough she started to respond to me and even though I could tell there was some trepidation on her part she was definitely fucking me back. She finally got into it and wrapped her arms around me as we kissed.

It had been two years since I’d been with Jordan so my cock was really eager to blow.

Yulia started to make little mewling noises like a kitten and I could tell she was getting close.

I moved up on her to get my cock to grind on her clit and that sent her over the moon! Feeling her body in the midst of being wracked by ecstasy was all I needed and I rammed myself home and started spurting my seed deep into her body.

I fucked her and kissed her as my cock throbbed off a few more shots and then looked her in the eye as she smiled at me.

“Now you’re really not a virgin anymore!”

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I’d lost the love of my life and felt like life wasn’t worth living. And then along came Fate, forcibly reminding me through tragedy that one should never take one’s loved ones for granted. You never know when you might lose them. My name is Yasmin Hussein, and I’m a young Somali-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. What I’m about to tell you is a true tale of love and loss, tragedy and triumph. A dark day in the history of Ottawa, and a fateful day in my personal life.

My Haitian boyfriend Steve Salomon and I were feuding because he thought I could never accept him for being a Christian. Never mind that I’d broken one of Islam’s most sacred rules by sharing my body and my heart with this charming, infuriating young man from another faith. Steve had lost faith in our relationship and I was heartbroken over losing him. After all we’d been through together, it seemed that our relationship was doomed. Unless a miracle happened, or something.

On October 22, 2014, a day that will live in infamy in the minds of Canadians far and wide, I was in a Tim Horton’s near the Ottawa library downtown, sipping coffee while trying really hard not to think about losing the love of my life. Try as I might, Steve Salomon’s soulful brown eyes and fearless smile haunted my thoughts. Damn the Haitian bozo for capturing my heart and then shattering it into a trillion pieces. Damn Steve to hell for seducing me, rocking my world, forcing him to choose between him and my Islamic faith, and then discarding me anyway after I chose him.

I sat there, looking at my iPhone, wishing Steve Salomon would get over that infamous Haitian pride of his and call me, his Somali sweetheart. As if he’d get over himself that easily. I had gone to class at Algonquin College earlier and decided to duck out early. Thus I found myself in downtown Ottawa, Metcalfe Street to be exact, a heartbeat away from Parliament Hill, when The Event happened. I was sipping my coffee when I heard shots fired, and panic gripped everyone inside the coffee shop. What in hell was going on?

Later, I would find out that a crazy white guy from Quebec who converted to Islam decided to launch a one-man attack on Parliament Hill, and he left a courageous Canadian soldier dead before he was taken out by the authorities while storming the halls of Parliament itself. I’m glad the Canadian authorities took out this creep. Nutcases like him give Islam a bad name. I saw more police cars than I ever thought possible that day. Like everyone else, I was huddled someplace supposedly safe while all of downtown Ottawa was on lockdown, per orders of the Mayor and the Chief of Police. Doesn’t get more official than that.

You got no idea what it felt like, trapped inside that little coffee shop downtown, surrounded by panicked bedava bahis and paranoid strangers. All of whom were looking at me funny because, well, when there’s rumors about a terrorist attack, people always look at the Muslims. We’re the first ones on everybody’s list of suspects. And as a Hijab-wearing Somali gal who happened to be drinking coffee and eating an egg sandwich in the coffee shop that day, I was Muslim with a capital M.

Later, when things calmed down and the police finished clearing the bloc and started letting people go home, I boarded the first bus heading to the east end from Mackenzie King Bridge, across from the Rideau Center. I grabbed the 95 bus and rode it to Saint Laurent Station, then decided to walk to the home that Steve and I shared in Vanier. I’d been staying at my friend Ayaan’s place near Baseline Station since Steve Salomon and I split. Now, though, after the day I had, I wanted to go to the only place that ever truly felt like home.

I walked through the Saint Laurent Mall, and walked toward Donald Street. I was starting to relax somewhat, for this area of Vanier is full of Arabs and Somalis, my people. There’s a mosque near the end of the street, and it’s right next to a Lebanese Christian church. Who says Muslims and Christians can’t get along? I was about a hundred meters from the Masjid and the Arab Christian church, walking up that hill, when I got accosted by a pair of gangly white guys. Although barely out of their teens, they glared at me with an age-old hatred in their blue eyes.

Terrorist bitch, one of them, a tall white dude with red hair, said angrily. He spat on the ground, and took a menacing step toward me. His buddy flanked me, blocking my escape. Even though I was outnumbered, a woman alone against a pair of racist bozos, I refused to bow my head or surrender. I am a proud Muslim woman and this means that I bow down only to Allah, the one true God. I looked at the two racist white dudes defiantly, and told them to go to Hell. I braced myself for what was to come. I’m a tall, curvy young woman and I’ve got some strength in me. If these two creeps thought I’d go down easily, then they definitely picked on the wrong woman.

Right before the two creeps could pounce on me, a loud masculine voice called them out. I looked up, and guess who I saw? Big and tall, dark-skinned, masculine and roughly handsome. A presence as uplifting as the sun clearing through dark clouds, bathing the world in its light. My chocolate prince. My Haitian king. My sweetheart Steve Salomon. Except that was nothing sweet about him as he told the two skinny white dudes that he would break their necks if they laid a hand on me.

The two pale bozos looked at Steve, then at me. Emboldened by the arrival of my sweetheart, I struck casino siteleri out, smacking the punk nearest me hard across the face. Stunned, the dude mumbled and turned beet red. As his buddy moved to interfere, Steve bodily slammed into him like a charging lineman tackling a quarterback. The fool went down like a sack of potatoes. As the one I just smacked rubbed his face, wincing in pain, I gave him something to cry out. Swiftly I lashed out with my foot, and got him right in the family jewels. The bozo doubled over and fell to his knees, moaning in pain.

Hello beautiful, Steve said to me, and my heart skipped a beat. My boo flashed me that fearless smile that I knew so well, and all the anger and frustration I felt toward my favorite infuriating, argumentative, charming Haitian dude melted like ice in the sun. My boo, I said happily, as Steve pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I hugged him tight, and then we walked home, hand in hand. Our apartment is near where Donald Street intersects with McArthur, right before the Loblaw’s.

Once we got there, Steve Salomon and I sat down and talked. My boo went on and on about how much he missed me and how sorry he was for what he’d done. Steve heard about that crazy shooter on Parliament Hill and how lots of white people in Ottawa were saying bigoted things about Muslims, and he was worried about me. Oh, the Christian dude is worried about the safety of his Muslim girlfriend. I was overjoyed to hear Steve say that but let him squirm for a moment. My fun, you know?

Grinning, I told Steve all was forgiven. Smiling, Steve told me he wanted to order me some food, and welcome me back into our home. I glared at Steve angrily. I love this guy but I swear, sometimes I could smack him for his foolishness. I just got home after days spent away, and my Somali pussy has gone without the feel and touch of his lips, his fingers and his magical Haitian dick for far too long. I’m hungry alright but not for food, I told Steve, and lucky for him, he understood what I meant.

Smiling wolfishly, Steve grabbed me and then practically ripped my clothes off. Groaning like the horny slut I am, I let go as Steve took control of me, laying me on the kitchen table, and burying his face in my boobs as he began fingering my cunt. I moaned softly as I felt Steve’s fingers invade my pussy. Steve kissed a path from my tits to my thighs, and spread them wide. I’m hungry, Steve said, and began licking my pussy like a hungry man. Guess he missed me, eh?

I’d gone without my man’s touch for far too long and Steve and I definitely made up for lost time. My sexy Haitian stud licked my pussy and fingered it until I cried out, and even then, he continued flicking his tongue over my clit and fingering my cunt until I came not bahis siteleri once but twice. I shuddered and writhed, orgasmic for the first time in what seemed like forever. Steve grinned and told me I hadn’t felt anything yet.

Moments later, I was happily returning the favor by kneeling before Steve and sucking his long and thick Haitian dick with gusto. I flicked my tongue over Steve’s foreskin and pulled it back before giving his dick a long lick. I massaged his hairy, dark balls as I sucked his dick, and Steve moaned deeply. Guess I still got the magic touch. Steve looked at me through hooded, hungry eyes as my Hijab-covered head bobbed up and down in his lap. I’m real good at sucking dick. And my boo knows it. When Steve came, I happily drank every last drop of his seed.

Wonderful, I said, looking up at Steve while wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Steve grinned, and pulled me on top of him. He fastened his mouth to my left breast while gently caressing the right one. I straddled him, and swiftly impaled my cunt on Steve’s hard dick. Steve continued sucking on my tits but his hands went elsewhere, roaming all over my curvaceous body. The Haitian stud gripped my hip with one hand and smacked my thick, round Somali ass with the other as he slammed his dick into my cunt. I giggled happily and kissed my boo full and deep while I rode him for all he was worth. Steve kissed me passionately, and we made love like this, roughly and passionately, as is our custom.

After going at it like this for a while, Steve put me on all fours and smacked my big brown butt while slamming his thick dick into my cunt. Yanking off my Hijab, my naughty Haitian stud grabbed my long, lustrous black hair and pulled my head back while fucking me roughly. I hadn’t seen Steve get this aggressive in a long time. Guess he missed me more than he let on. I loved this side of him, though. Rough sex is totally my thing. That’s why I backed that big ass of mine up, grinding it against Steve’s groin. The Haitian stud fucked me real good until he came, and then we lay like this, stinking of our own juices, on the floor.

Welcome home my queen, Steve whispered into my ear. I looked at my favorite Haitian stud and smiled. It’s good to be home indeed. That day, Steve and I swore that we would never let anything come between us again. I am a Somali-Canadian Muslim woman and I love my Haitian Christian boyfriend more than life. I absolutely mean that. Fate recently shocked me to my core and reminded me of what matters most.

When I was huddling in that coffee shop, surrounded by white Canadians who viewed me suspiciously because of my skin color and my Hijab, with a shooter on the loose, all I could think of was whether I’d ever hold my sweetheart Steve in my arms again. We’re back together and I thank the Most High for His blessings. There’s only one God and He’s big enough for Jews, Christians and Muslims. No need to fight one another in His name. Steve and I love each other and we’re going to be together until we die. I swear it. Wish us luck, though. We are going to need it.

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She was desperate. It had been a long time since she had had an audition and she really needed to land this role. The biggest reason of which was that she was broke.

Sally clutched her resume close to her chest as she struggled to walk in the gusting wind. Of course her audition had to be on the coldest day of the year. She finally found the building and ducked inside. The room she entered was rather plain. Other than a couch on the far wall, there were no other furnishings. The walls were beige and there was one window on the wall near the couch. As Sally was looking around someone entered from another room. “You must be Sally,” he said.

“Yes, I’m Sally. Are you Mr. Monroe?” Sally asked.

“No, Mr. Monroe is my father. You can call me Bill,” he said . When he look at her, he had a smile on his face that could have lit up the entire room. “Let me take a look at your resume.” Until that moment, she had not realized that she still had a death grip on her resume. Their hands brushed as she handed it over to him and she felt a spark.

“I really hope he didn’t feel that too,” Sally said to herself. From the look on his face that was not the case. When Sally looked up she could see the huge grin returning to Bill’s face. This made her face feel hot.

“I’d like to take a few photographs if you do not mind. Just to see what you are like in front of a camera,” Bill said.

“I don’t mind at all,” Sally replied.

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I just have to get the camera from the other room. Make yourself at home,” illegal bahis he said. He then exited the room.

“Get a hold of yourself,” Sally said to herself.

“If you don’t you are going to blow any chance you have of getting this part.” She flung her coat down and took a few deep breaths.

By that time, Bill was back in the room. “Okay , let’s get started. Why don’t you stand over by the couch and the window,” Bill suggested.

“Okay.” Sally walked over and began posing. Bill started snapping pictures. After about a minute, he ushered Sally over to him.

” You seem a little tense. When I photograph you it looks almost as if your shoulders are up around your ears. You know you don’t have to be afraid I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to take a few pictures,” he said. As he was saying this, Bill massaged Sally’s shoulders.

“Can I have another try please? I know that I can do a whole lot better,” Sally asked.

“Sure we can try again. This time why don’t you try sitting or laying on the couch, ” Bill said. He watched Sally walk back to the couch. For some reason, he could not stop staring. Her ass in those jeans was starting to make him so hard. Once he snapped back to reality, Sally was lying on the couch with her arms behind her head. This position caused her breast to strain against the buttons of her shirt. Bill snapped a few more shots.

” Are there better for you, Bill?” Sally asked.

” Much better,” Bill replied. ” I have to put a new roll of film in casino siteleri the camera. This will only take a few seconds.” He turned his back on her. While his back was turned Sally quietly slipped off her blouse. As soon as he turned around Sally could see the affect she was having on Bill.

” I thought that the blouse might get in the way of some of the shots,” she said teasingly.

All Bill could do was gulp. He inched closer to her. “I would like to do some close- ups,” he said. He started snapping pictures and as he did he panned the camera down her body. Sally then slowly sat up.

“Bill, aren’t close-ups usually of a person’s face,” she whispered in his ear. This sent goosebumps down his spine. He then stood up and put the camera on the floor. Then he returned to the couch and without hesitation grabbed Sally’s hand and placed it so that she could feel his massive hard-on through his pants.

“Do you feel what you do to me? Do you know how difficult it has been for me to act professional?” he said. Suddenly he realized that Sally’s hand was no longer perfectly still. It was gliding up and down his still jean clad cock. If she kept this up he would cum before he even got his pants off. “Uh-uh. Not so fast. I wonder if I’m not the only one that has been turned on today,” Bill said as he found the clasp on the front of her bra and popped it open. Her nipples stood at attention just waiting to be sucked. Bill took one into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across the surface. This cause poker siteleri electric shocks throughout Sally’s entire body.

She let out a low moan. ” You know that mouth of yours is libel to drive me wild,” she said. As Bill continues to suck her breasts.

After a few moments, his hands moves southward as he captured her mouth with his. After a breath stealing kiss, he said,” Let’s see what you do when I do this.” He slid his hand into her panties and into her already wet folds.

Sally let out another low moan and started squirming trying to get more of his fingers. She could not stand it any more . She felt like she was going to explode at any second. Then suddenly he stopped. ” Why did you stop?” she asked.

” I just thought it might be easier to do what I know we both want if I removed these,” he said. He then slid his jeans down his well toned legs to the floor and kicked them away. Sally removed her panties kicking them aside as well. They both stood for a second admiring each other’s naked bodies . Then Bill pushed back onto the couch and said,” I’ve wanted you since the moment you walked in the door this afternoon.” He then captured her mouth and as their tongues intertwined he slowly entered her. Then he withdrew until only the tip was within her folds. Then he plunged deep into her. Sally could feel him within her core. As he picked up the pace she could feel herself losing control . Suddenly she shuttered and climaxed. She dug her fingernails into Bill’s back.

“Oh my,” she said. After pumping in and out a few more times, Bill grasped onto the edge of the couch pinning Sally in place and emptied his semen into her. After they both climaxed they lay there for a while in each other’s arms.

When it was time for Sally to leave she turned to Bill and asked,” So did I get the part?”

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Those days after Christmas are always weird, I think. For weeks, or make that months really, there is this intense build up and everything has to be a certain way, we are supposed to feel all merry and bright, there is pressure from family, parties, shopping, decorating, baking, all leading up to this one day of days…… and then, like having a sugar crash, it all comes to an abrupt end and we’re left in a confused emotional state, exhausted, and in need of that long winter’s nap. At least that’s how I feel.

I know you were feeling it, too. We’ve been sharing this house as room mates for almost a year now and have had some good late night talks, I think we know each other pretty well. With all this holiday craziness though we haven’t seen much of each other lately and then we each traveled to be with our respective families for Christmas. I got back yesterday afternoon to an empty house and had some time to breathe and get my thoughts in order. I drew myself a bath and snuggled into my bed early, all cozy and warm. Some time much later, in the middle of the night, I heard you come dragging in.

Now that I’m slowly waking up the next morning, I wonder how things went for you. I feel the need to do something nice for you since you’re probably completely bushed from your long trip. I decide to make breakfast so I sneak down the stairs, still in my jammies, and fix some soft scrambled eggs and toast, cut up some fruit, and brew two nice cups of strong, black tea. I thought we’d eat together and catch up.

Up the stairs I go with my tray full of goodies. I used the good china and the cloth napkins, and I put a flower that I snipped from a holiday bouquet in a small vase to make the whole thing look pretty. bahis siteleri That, combined with the delicacies on the tray should give us a good start to the day.

I knock on your door. “Danny? Are you awake?”

“Not really, Dee.” you say in a sleepy voice.

“May I come in? I have a surprise for you.” I reply. “Are you decent?”

“Hang on………. Ok, come on in.”

I open the door and give you my biggest smile, “Hey you, welcome home!” You sit on the edge of your bed in your boxers and a t-shirt, hair all messy from sleeping, but your face lights up when you see me and my tray.

“Hey Dee, how’s things? You brought me food??? Marry me, Goddess!!”

I laugh as you push the covers back and motion me to sit on the mattress with you, we position the tray between us and start to dig in. “Mmmmm this is the best breakfast I’ve ever eaten” you say with a twinkle in your eyes, and I take delight in your silly compliment. We chat while we eat, about work and family and Christmas and our trips, and I feel so good sitting here with you, it’s such a special time just between the two of us, like catching up with my best friend.

“God, it’s good to be home though.” You say it with a deep sigh and such conviction that I can’t help leaning over and giving you a kiss on the cheek…. only I lose my balance on the wobbly mattress and the kiss lands on your lips.

What a confusing feeling to kiss your lips….. I lean back to where I was sitting and look at you, and I see that your expression has changed as well.

“Oops, sorry.”

“Dee…….” you say, but you seem lost for words too. You move the tray from the bed to the floor and scoot closer to me. “Come here darling canlı bahis siteleri Dee, let me hold you for a while.” I snuggle up to you and you cradle me in your strong arms. I listen to you talking and I feel the vibrations of your voice in your chest. I feel safe, and loved…… and excited.

Your lips kiss my head and your hand caresses my arm. I wiggle in your embrace and find myself face to face with you, and somehow our lips meet and unite in a tender kiss….. your lips nibbling on mine, playing gently with me, and as my arms wrap around your neck and pull you closer suddenly your kiss becomes more demanding. Stunned, I kiss you back, our tongues now dancing as if performing a ritual, emotions washing over us, too strong to resist. Your hands take my top off and slide back down along my arms to my breasts, your mouth finds my nipples and devours them, and all I can do is moan your name as I arch my back and thrust my chest into your face.

“Danny, Danny…….” I whisper as I tug on your t-shirt and pull it over your head.

“Darling Dee..” you sigh just before your mouth finds mine again, we never break our passionate kiss even as we wiggle out of our bottoms. Naked, we fall back on the bed, our hands roam freely over each other’s skin, breathless, our bodies moving with each other, your leg slips high between my thighs, I love the feeling of your hairy thigh on my smooth, now wet, pussy lips…..

I want to give you pleasure so I slide down along your body, kissing your shoulders, your chest, leaving a hot trail on your belly, caressing your thighs. I find your manhood standing proud, waiting for me, aching for me. First I lick your balls with long strokes güvenilir bahis of my tongue, oh, how I love your moans, how I love your reaction to me as your hips move in pursuit of my mouth.

“Suck me, Dee….” you whisper hoarsely, and I oblige, I moisten my lips and suck you slowly, slowly, all the way into my mouth.

Between moans you gasp “God…… that feels sooo good….. swing your ass around baby I want to eat your pussy.”

You won’t have to ask twice, I move to where I can sit on your face and suck your cock at the same time. Oh my God, that feeling when your tongue first licks the whole length of my slit…… I almost lose it right there and then and moan loudly on your cock, sending vibrations through you and encouraging you to dive your tongue deep into my flesh.

I try to concentrate on sucking your cock, I want to swallow it down my throat and give you maximum pleasure, I play with your balls and stroke your legs while my lips make love to your gorgeous cock. But you make me lose concentration eating my pussy so good, never stopping, licking every tiny bit there is of me, reaching inside me with your tongue and fingers. Finally I just can’t stand it anymore, the pressure and pleasure is too much and I cum, I cum so hard on your face, and in my wildness I thrash my head up and down on your cock and trigger your orgasm, together we cum, we reach a climax like never before. You shoot a huge load of your hot seed down my throat just as I release a stream of sticky juice onto your face, we both gasp for air, screaming our lust into the room…..

My heaving body lay limp on top of yours as we try to catch our breath. When I open my eyes again I notice that my face is right next to your cock. I smile, and inch closer so that my tongue can reach, and I clean you up. Your hands caress my backside. “Come up here, darling Dee” you say. I turn around and nestle into your arms, you hold me so tight, and you tell me that you love me. Softly, I moan “I’m so glad you’re home, Danny…..”

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I inherited this house from my Aunt. I remember visiting her here as a kid, but it never occurred to me that one day it would be mine.

She always kept a lovely garden, and the house was always filled with fragrant fresh flowers. She was a friendly woman and company was always buzzing in and out. Today the garden was overgrown, the house was dusty, dirty, and still. No one has been here in over a year.

I brought groceries in, expecting to stay for awhile. I haven’t decided whether to move in or just clean it up and sell it. I have plenty of time to decide, so in the meantime, I’ll spend half of each day working on the interior, and the other half trying to restore the yard. I like hard work. It makes me feel useful. I’ll start tomorrow.

I dusted the four-post bed and put on fresh, new sheets. I had a great first night sleeping in the old house. In the morning I dressed, made myself a cup of coffee, found the keys to the garden shed and headed out back. When I unlocked and opened the shed door, the suction created a huge plume of dust which prompted a coughing fit causing me to slop half of my coffee out of the cup. Clearly, I was not prepared.

After a quick trip to the local hardware store to buy face masks, steel wool, buckets, garbage bags, gloves, and general cleaning supplies I stopped at the gas station to fill the five gallon gas can. Ready to hit the garden shed again. I’m not known to be squeamish so spiders türkçe bahis and rodents don’t phase me. Rust does. I spent the entire day sweeping and dusting the shed and cleaning the lawn mower and all the other garden tools.

I ended up using a sharpened sickle and a weed whacking tool first. I raked everything up, bagged it the next day’s trash, then pulled out the lawnmower the following day. I had already filled it with gas and now, just prayed that the old mower would work. I pulled the start handle and behold! I mowed the back yard, then moved the mower down the side strip to the front yard.

In the front yard, I caught a glimpse of movement to my left. I stood up and saw a guy was walking toward me from two doors down. He waved and smiled as he walked. I waved back. When he reached me, he simply introduced himself and welcomed me to the neighborhood. We chit-chatted for a bit about the neighborhood, and he left.

That evening, I had just freshly showered and threw on a shear, white, comfortable nighty and a soft, fuzzy, pink robe. I hear a knock on the door. I only know one person here, and indeed, it was my neighbor with a bottle of wine in his hand. I apologized for my robe, but invited him in anyways.

He had already popped the cork and re-corked the bottle, taking into consideration that I might not have a corkscrew available. I washed the dust out a couple of glasses, and he poured.

The iddaa siteleri wine helped me relax and flushed my face. A wave of horny washed over me and I could feel I was starting to moisten between my legs. We finished the bottle and were feeling pretty good. “C’mon,” I said, “Let me take you on a tour of the place.”

We were laughing and snickering as we moved from room to room, then we moved up the stairs to the bedrooms. I showed him the two bedrooms I had not cleaned yet, and closed the doors. Then we stumbled into the bedroom where I slept the night before. He fell down on the edge of the bed in a sitting position, still laughing, kicked off his shoes then slid himself back to put his head on a pillow. He patted the bed beside him cuing me to join him. Hmmmm…not yet.

I stripped off his clothes slowly, dropping the pieces to the floor. I dropped my robe there, too. He is lying on his back. I straddled his chest wearing nothing but a shear lingerie top. He could probably feel the wetness of my pussy between his erect nipples. I reached for a pile of long silk scarves that were sitting on the nightstand from an earlier attempt at sorting. I first tied a scarf around his right wrist – not too tight, but loosely knotted – then tied it around the bed post closest to that hand; then the left hand.

Still straddling him, I slid down his chest, but only a little bit to allow me to kiss deneme bonusu veren siteler his face, lips and neck then down his torso…he was still laughing (perhaps he was also a little ticklish). Then, I dismounted for a moment to secure his left foot to the left-bottom bedpost, and then his right foot. It is so delightful to watch my partner squirm with anticipation and pleasure.

He could probably see my nipples beginning to harden as the shear fabric caught between my breasts. I moved back into straddling his torso on my knees, but this time positioning my clit on his hardened shaft, now erect and lying against his stomach. I began moving up and down slowly. I slid my open pussy up and over his cock and tightened when I could feel the ridge of the head, then moved back out to slide up and down along his shaft a little longer. He wasn’t laughing anymore – but moaning with pleasure. I was about to cum…and then, a warm, anticipated orgasm washed over me.

I used my juices to lubricate him further, rubbing up and down on his shaft. Next, I dismounted and moved to the end of the bed, positioning my head between legs. He was still squirming when I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to slip and slide up and down, and massaged his balls with the other hand. I added a little spittle to the top of his dick and continued to stroke him, nice and lubricated. Finally, I covered his entire hardened dick with my mouth, tightened my lips around him, sliding up and down. He came. He moaned out loud and I heard the bed posts creaking.

I untied his scarves. “Would you like a glass of ice water?” I asked.

He nodded yes.

I left to retrieve water for both of us. “I think I’m going to like it here,” I thought.

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