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Hannah The Whore Ch. 06

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After Sarah invited me to move in with her, I felt a sense of relief. I was struggling financially trying to maintain my studio apartment, work a minimum wage job, go to grad school, and having the burden of living week-to-week or even day-to-day lifted off my shoulders helped me manage my stress. I got some financial freedom from the money I made hanging out with people in the porn industry but I didn’t see that as a long-term solution as most of the money I had made went into paying some long-overdue bills. I still wanted to become a cinematographer in mainstream movies. I was in my last semester of school and living with Sarah gave me the flexibility to concentrate on my classes.

It wasn’t a difficult decision to leave a studio apartment for a California beach house either. I had a lot of free time while Sarah was out of town shooting a movie or going on one of her strip club tours so I enjoyed relaxing on the beach or in the hot tub. There was nothing more relaxing than sitting on the back patio, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the beach, and watching the sunset with a drink in my hands.

I can be a worrywart and had some concerns that I made a hasty decision to move in with Sarah after only knowing her for a short period of time. Sometimes I felt things were going too well which meant something was about to happen to burst my bubble. However, those concerns went away whenever Sarah was home. We enjoyed each other’s company and the sex was great. Sex is so much better when you have deep feelings for your lover and making love with Sarah was the best I’d ever experienced. I still like a nice hard cock at times but Sarah knew just how to please me and also taught me how to be a better lover. I didn’t tell my parents that I was living with a porn star who was also my lover but only that I moved in with a friend.

Even though Sarah told me and encouraged me to have sex with others while she was away, I still found it difficult to actually go out and fuck someone else. My upbringing stressed being faithful to the person you love so it went against the way I was raised. A lot of the other things I had done also went against the way I was brought up but I still tried to remain faithful to her. I knew Sarah was out fucking other people but it was part of her job so I wasn’t jealous of what she was doing. We would take time to video chat and mutually masturbate which was fine for me. Absence does make the heart grow fonder so while I was celibate when she was gone, it was even better when she got home. We brought other people into our bedroom, male and female when she was in town but I still struggled to have other lovers when she was away.

Before Sarah was scheduled to go on another strip club tour, I told her how lonely I get when she is away. She invited me to go along but I still had classes to attend and couldn’t go with her.

Sarah then told me, “I’ve told you several times that you should invite other people over when I’m not here and I’d even enjoy watching you through the home security system but, for some reason, you won’t do it.”

“I know you’ve said that but I still have a difficult time cheating on you.”

“Hey babe, listen,” Sarah said as she pulled me in close for a deep kiss before pulling back and looking me in the eyes. “It’s not cheating if you have my permission and encouragement. I am about to leave for a couple of weeks and fuck 25 people in a blow bang, gangbang, and several solo and group scenes before I hit up some of the big money strip clubs. I may even suck or fuck some of the people there too because they pay damn good money for access to the strippers. And you’ll know because I always want to be clear about who I am having sex with because the only way this relationship works is if we are open and honest. If you truly don’t want to have sex with other people when I am not here then that is up to you, but I am giving you a free pass because I love and care about you no matter what, I just want you to be happy and satisfied. I know how horny you get so promise me you’ll at least think about doing some exploring with other people while I’m gone.”

I sheepishly replied, “I promise.”

Sarah even went out and bought a new computer with a large monitor and the highest definition webcam on the market so we could video chat. It also helped with my homework. Before she left on her tour, she even made me talk about some prospective people I could bring home. There was a guy in one of my classes that was trying to date me and I was working on a project with another female student who was another possibility. I could always go back to my old neighborhood bar where I picked up some guys in the past and had a gang bang but I wasn’t sure I’d ever go back there. I had no idea what I was going to do but I got her message that if she was going to fuck other people I should also have some fun too.

While Sarah was home, we fucked like newlyweds. She has a collection of dildos, vibrators, and strap-ons that we use regularly but there were times porno izle when we didn’t use any at all. We fucked in every room of the house, out on the patio, and in the hot tub. The neighbors caught us a few times but we didn’t care. If we went out dancing or to dinner, we’d sometimes bring home a random guy or guys so we could get some real cock when we wanted. Sarah tried not to wear too much makeup so she wouldn’t be recognized. Every guy that recognized her wanted to fuck her and it took some of the fun out of it for her. There are times when she just wanted to be normal Sarah. Sarah got a special thrill out of telling a guy after he fucked her that she was a porn star. The looks on their faces were priceless.

Before she left on her next tour, Sarah made me promise that I’d get laid while she was gone.

“I promise, I’ll try and get laid, Sarah. I don’t mind waiting until you get back though.”

Sarah rolled her eyes in feigned disgust, “What happened to that inner whore, Hannah?”

“Oh, she’s still there, just busy with finishing up a couple of school projects.”

“You know what they say about all work and no play, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“Besides, the thought of you getting your brains fucked out or eating some pussy turns me on too. If you won’t do it for yourself, please do it for me.”

“Okay, okay. I get your message. Hannah the whore will come out of hiding. I promise.”

Deep down, I knew Sarah was right. I have been stressing over school and getting more anxious the closer I got to graduation. That stress and anxiety turned to sexual frustration, and hearing about Sarah’s fun sexual encounters only got me more frustrated. A vibrator or dildo was great for a few nights, but not weeks at a time. So much had happened since I moved to California and I didn’t want anything distracting me from my original goal. I was so close to getting the graduate degree that I stopped having fun. Once I graduated, I was going to have to find a job so I figured I’d better have some fun while I still have some free time.

Sarah and I had a great “goodbye” night of sex before she left on her latest road trip. The sex before she left and when she returned was always outstanding. Sometimes I would greet her at the door wearing a cheerleader costume, or a nurse, for example. Other times, I would wear some sexy lingerie that always included stockings and heels or nothing at all. One time when she walked in the door, I was only wearing a strap-on.

That night while video chatting, Sarah made me fantasize about fucking various classmates or professors, male and female. I knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to stoke the flames of my desires to make sure I had some extracurricular activities while she was gone. The only condition she placed upon me was she either wanted to watch via her home security system or I had to give her every last detail when she got back. Sarah’s home had a very sophisticated camera security system with several cameras both inside and out. Being a porn star she was subject to stalkers so she had to be safe. She showed me how to arm the system and how to shut off cameras inside the house when I was home for my privacy. I could also control cameras or move them into various rooms if I wanted, like the bedroom. I took the hint. If I brought home a lover she wanted to watch if she wasn’t working. She understood that some potential lovers may not want to be watched while having sex but it was up to me to let them know if there was a camera in the bedroom.

The security system phone app would let me know when Sarah was watching so I would use it to tease Sarah by walking around the house naked or dressing up in one of her favorite costumes. I liked to perform a striptease for her too. It was fun stripping for another stripper and she also gave me some pointers.

There were other times that I forgot to turn on the privacy settings and I’d get a random text message from Sarah saying, “Nice tits, babe,” or “Ohh, shake that ass, baby.”

I’d walk up to the camera and lick my nipples or wiggle my ass for the love of my life. She would often remind me of my pledge to get laid while she was away. One of my concerns with bringing home a lover was I wasn’t experienced at seducing people. Guys were easy; they’ll fucking anyone, anytime. All a woman has to do is flash some cleavage or some of her thighs and the guys will swarm over her like bees in a field of flowers. I wasn’t comfortable bringing a guy back to Sarah’s house. I just wanted to fuck someone and have him leave. I didn’t want to wake up next to someone and pretend that I was interested in them. However, women are more selective. It’s not like I could go into a bar and walk up to a random girl and ask her to fuck. Besides, Sarah was my only female lover and she seduced me.

I was working on a school project with a classmate, Olivia. She was a tall, slender brunette, around 5’9″, with big brown eyes, smaller breasts but long legs, and a small tight ass. She had a lovely anne porno smile that immediately put people at ease. Olivia is cute but I never thought of her in a sexual manner mostly because I was being loyal to Sarah. She was all I ever needed or wanted. Olivia and I had been working on the project separately and collaborating virtually most of the time. We were making a short film that was part of our mid-term grade. One day in class, I invited Olivia to my place to finalize the project. I told her I had a great computer system, software, and two large monitors. She gave me a funny look when I told her I lived in a beach house with my partner.

“You live in a house on the beach?”

“Yeah, it’s my partner’s.”

“Damn, I’m living in an apartment with two roommates and still struggling. I’m jealous.”

“I guess I’m just lucky, I guess.”

“Darn lucky, if you ask me.”

I told Olivia we could enjoy some wine while we work and relax afterward. She quickly agreed, partly out of curiosity I think. I was a touch nervous before Olivia arrived at the house. I knew I might try and have sex with her but I was afraid that she might be put off if my advances made her feel uncomfortable. I decided to try and relax, play it by ear, and see what happens. When Olivia arrived mid-afternoon, I gave her a quick tour of the house which left her thoroughly impressed.

“Wow, you really hit the jackpot with your partner. What do they do for a living?”

I wasn’t ready to reveal Sarah’s occupation so I gave a general answer, “Oh, she’s in the film industry too.”

“Really? But what does she do?”

“She’s an actress.”

“No kidding, what’s her name?”

I was getting more uncomfortable but I didn’t want to be rude either, “Sarah Love.”

“That name sounds familiar. What movies or TV shows has she been in?”

I figured I might as well get it out in the open. I should have realized Olivia would be curious about my partner. If I was going to be in a long-term relationship with Sarah, people were eventually going to have to know.

“I don’t want anyone at school to know so please keep this to yourself but Sarah is a porn star.”

Olivia had a shocked look on her face; her mouth hung open in total disbelief.

I was afraid I scared her off, and then she said, “Get the fuck outta here. I knew that name sounded familiar. You’re living with Sarah Love? I’ve seen some of her movies. She’s gorgeous!”

“Yeah, Sarah and I met on a movie set where I was working as a Program Assistant.”

“No shit. You’ve worked on porn movies?”

“Um, yeah. It’s not something I broadcast. It’s not as sexy as it sounds. It can be kind of mechanical on the set.”

Thankfully, Olivia paused asking me questions so I poured us a glass of wine and we put the finishing touches on our school project. Olivia kept asking me random questions about Sarah and the porn industry while we were working. I think she was torn between not wanting to pry but intensely curious about the porn industry. The more we drank, the more comfortable I felt about revealing some, but not all, of my experiences. I let her know that all of my sexual experiences were with men until Sarah came along.

In turn, Olivia told me about some of her past relationships which she said were boring compared to mine. She even mentioned she had experimented with a girl a couple of times. I can be naive at times and wasn’t sure if Olivia was hinting that she’d be open to doing something with me or trying to share secrets in a girlfriend-type way.

When we were done with our school project, Olivia and I went out to the patio to watch the sunset with another glass of wine. I sent Sarah a text to watch the camera on the back deck if she was free and hid another in the bedroom, just in case things progressed the way I had hoped. She responded that she would try to watch in between dance sets at the club. As we were relaxing, Olivia switched the subject back to my relationship with Sarah.

“Do you mind if I ask you another personal question, Hannah?”

I playfully replied, “Sure, go ahead and ask. I may not answer you but go ahead and ask.”

“What’s it like having sex with a porn star?”

I was feeling a touch frisky by that point and replied, “Male or female?”

Olvia got a huge curious grin on her face and replied, “Both.”

“Well, the guys are shallow but their dicks are big, thick, or both. They also have MASSIVE loads, like holy shit so much cum. At first, I never thought about fucking a porn actor but the more you see their hard dicks, the more you wonder what it would feel like. As far as women go, I don’t want to brag but sex with Sarah is out of this world, fucking amazing.”

Olivia laughed nervously and said, “Wow, I’m jealous. After I broke up with my last boyfriend, I now refer to him as Tiny Tim.”

I laughed so hard, I almost spit out my wine. There was a definite sexual tension building between Olivia and me. I began looking at her small breasts pushing against türkçe dublaj porno the fabric of her tank top. My eyes traced the length of her long legs from her bare feet up to her thighs. She had a trim waist and her ass looked wonderful in her tight jean shorts. I was mostly attracted to her big brown eyes and her big smile. Revealing some of our private lives gave us a spiritual attraction too. Nothing brings you emotionally closer to a person than revealing some of your secrets.

After we opened another bottle of wine, I told Olivia, “We could enjoy the hot tub if you’d like.”

“I’d love to but I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”

Things were going smoothly between Olivia and me and this seemed like the moment to see how far this evening was going to go.

“Well, Sarah and I rarely wear a suit in the hot tub but if you aren’t comfortable with that, you can go in with just your bra and panties.”

Olvia looked at me with some hesitation. I was momentarily worried that I had pushed things too far and she would be offended by my offer. I was concerned I just screwed up a pretty good evening with her. The fear of rejection can be overwhelming. I mean, inviting someone to go into a hot tub naked was clearly an invitation to have sex.

Finally, Olivia responded by saying, “I think I’ll wear my bra and panties. I’m kind of shy. You can go in nude if you want. You won’t offend me.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, Olivia.”

“I don’t mind at all. I’m just a little self-conscious about my body, especially in front of someone as beautiful as you, Hannah.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re gorgeous.”

I stood up and reached down to the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head under the watchful eyes of Olivia. I felt like I was performing a striptease for her but, in reality, I guess I was. I could see her looking me in the eye but then her glance darted down to my breasts that were billowing up out of the top of my bra. It appeared that she was trying not to stare but I knew I had her attention so I unbuttoned the top of my jean shorts and tugged them down over my hips, doing a few wiggles to help. I was standing before Olivia in my matching light blue lace bra and thong. I stood before her as her eyes traced the length of my body from my head down to my toes and back again. When our eyes met again, she blushed. I knew my slow seduction was working. It’s exciting and empowering knowing someone is checking out your half-nude body and that you have their full attention.

Olivia then stood up, her hands shaking just a touch as she lifted her top over her head revealing a white sports bra. I watched as she slipped off her jean shorts over her slim hips, kicking them to the side. I was immediately attracted to her long, slender legs which seemed longer now that she was only wearing a bra and pink bikini panties. I knew she was a bit uncomfortable so I tried not to stare. I removed my bra, exposing my full, round breasts then slipped off my thong. I let Olivia gaze over my naked body before I grabbed my glass of wine and walked slowly down the stairs into the hot tub. I made sure to walk a little heavier to make my boobs bounce. I sat down in the hot bubbling water and gave Olivia an inviting look to join me.

At first, I was afraid she was going to change her mind but she grabbed her wine and entered the water, setting her glass on the side of the hot tub across from me. She moaned in pleasure as I’m sure she felt the tension melting away.

“Oh shit, this feels great.”

“Hey, just sit back and relax. We don’t have any classes tomorrow. We have all night.”

I remember the first time I was in the hot tub naked with Sarah when she said she needed to cool off and sat on the side of the hot tub basically posing for me. I decided to use that trick with Olivia to test her reaction.

“Whew, it’s getting hot in here. I need a break,” I said after about twenty minutes as I stood up and slowly walked past Olivia to go up the stairs.

I could have climbed up over the edge but I wanted to give her a close-up look at my dripping wet, hot body. I could see Olivia checking out my body as I sat on the edge sipping my wine. After a minute or two, she said she was also getting hot and sat on the opposite edge. As she stood, her sports bra was now transparent, like she was in a wet-t-shirt contest. Her little brown nipples were clearly visible. Her wet pink bikini panties clung to her body also making them transparent and showing a camel toe as they were now tucked between her pussy lips. I could plainly see that she had a landing strip of pubic hair.

When Olivia turned around, her panties were wedged between her ass cheeks, and the wet silky material hid nothing. Her hips were so slender it was difficult to tell where they turned into her torso. Her ass was an extension of her slim thighs. I was hypnotized by her height being about 5’9″. I watched several drops of water drip down from her ass, to the back of her thighs, her calves, and onto the deck. I wanted to catch those drops with my tongue. Olivia must have known I was checking her out because she turned towards me and stretched her arms like she had just gotten out of bed, staring at me the whole time to see if I was watching.

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Cheating, Lying, and Revenge Pt. 01

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This is a story about life, love, and a cheating wife. Not the most far-fetched idea, but it was worlds away from how we started. This is our story.

Cheating, Lying, and Revenge

Part One

Trying to help my wife, a friend gets involved to help

My name is James Addison, and my wife is Julia Addison. We have been married for fifteen years since she graduated from college. She was twenty-three with a master’s in public relations, which got her a good job at a consulting agency. When we married, she was the girl everybody wanted to catch as a wife, but I won her. I owned a small but profitable construction firm at the time, more than enough to support us in a comfortable manner, and she started as lowly assistant to the Vice president and President of public relations department at a Rowe Consulting Agency at a modest salary.

That was fifteen years ago, and everything changes as time goes on. Now instead of construction, I own a contracting firm that does very well, and she is now the Vice President of that same department, with rumors of moving up to President.

I’m not the strapping young man I once was when I worked in construction every day, I am now forty years old, six foot tall, one hundred and eighty-five pounds, my thick brown hair is thinning and my hairline is receding a bit, my blue eyes still shine bright and have always been my most attractive quality.

Julia is now thirty-eight, five foot nine inches tall, one hundred and twenty-two pounds, dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, Gorgeous C-Cup breasts, legs to die for that meet at the tightest looking late thirties ass you have ever seen.

We found out five years into our marriage that Julia could not have children due to uterine cancer, so she had a hysterectomy as part of her treatment. We called it taking out the plumbing and putting in a play pen, and I thought we were very happy. We have an active sex life for being married fifteen years and play sex games to keep up the spice in our marriage.

As it turned out, Julia had not gotten a promotion until after her bout with cancer, which made sense as she missed a lot of work due to being sick and her chemo. Since then, she has been promoted over five other assistants and was promoted to VP when John Morgan was promoted to another department five years ago. That makes six promotions in ten years, not bad for a woman under forty, but she was always smart, and I contributed her success to her intellect. Her new position for the past five years required her to travel for three to five days every two months, which wasn’t bad really, it only meant she would be gone Monday to Friday every eight weeks. We normally didn’t see that much of each other during the week anyhow.

It wasn’t until my friend in construction, Mark Connor, got a call from Julia’s firm offering consulting opportunities on local government projects that things started to get strange. Julia wasn’t aware we knew each other, and he wasn’t aware she worked for that firm. A low-level assistant had cold called his office and he decided to check out her company for his own knowledge, and then a chance lunch between he and I started my query’s.

(Mark): “You won’t believe the call I got the other week.”

(Me): “Tell me what about it.”

(Mark): “A company here in the city cold called me about representing my company in bids for local Government projects.”

(Me): “I could do a few of them, if it pans out, you’ll have to send me contact info.”

(Mark): “Wait, it gets better. I did some research and made some calls, and it turns out they have a remarkable success rate, And one of the hire ups whores herself out to potential clients.”

(Me): “That sounds like a rumor mill is working overtime to me.”

(Mark): “I didn’t investigate it any further than company status and a few phone calls to people I know, but that’s the word in the street, and it’s been going on for over a decade.”

(Me): “If that’s true, there could be a major scandal down at city hall, beings it’s their contract bids that are porno being used or abused. Send me that company info, I want to check into this.”

(Mark): “I have it all back at the office, I’ll text it to you when I get back to my desk.”

The rest of our lunch went as normal taking business, employees, and shop business like that. It wasn’t until later that day that things got weird for me. He texted me the contact information of Patricia and the firm name as Rowe Consulting Agency. From everything Julia had told me about her work, I knew any cold call contacts would be made by those lowly assistants, but who would the higher up person be.

I thought about it most of the afternoon and decided not to say anything to Julia as I didn’t want to start problems for her at work if this was just a mean rumor. Hearing about this rumor would spark an internal investigation and add unnecessary work put upon her. So, I chose to check it out myself to see if there was any truth to this whole thing. So, I started with the courthouse, and had my secretary find out who oversaw bids on local contracts. It was a man named William Easton, and supposedly he had a lot of influence over who got them and who didn’t. So, he was the guy to check out, and I knew just who to go to for that service.

I was doing an addition on the home of our city’s premier criminal/Successful businessman Geoffrey Martin. I call him a criminal because at fourteen years old he sparked fear into the minds of ant company that polluted the environment by hacking into their computers, cell phones, and any electronic device. He was never convicted but everyone knew he was the one due to his unbelievable knowledge about closely guarded company secrets. He now owned a very profitable internet security company, selling systems to protect company computer files and making cell phones almost totally secure. I was going to see him the next day, and if anyone knew about secrets around our city, he would.

Later at home Julia and I had a quiet night, a good dinner and some small talk which included that her Bi-Monthly trip would be coming up in two weeks in Dayton Ohio. It seemed perfectly normal like she has told me numerous times before, so I thought nothing of it. We went to bed and had a wonderful sexual interlude between us, it seemed the older Julia got, the more sexual energy she had, and I wasn’t going to complain about that.

The next day I met with Geoffrey about his addition and the progress we were making when I asked him.

(Me): “Geoff, I have a strange question for you, and I hope you don’t mind me asking, but you’re the guy who knows things nobody else knows?”

(Geoff): “Sure, if I can help, I am certainly willing to do so for you.”

(Me): “Well I heard a stupid rumor and I want to put an end to it. I heard that Government contracts are being handed out by our city comptroller Bill Easton based on a certain company providing sex to the principal people involved?”

(Geoff): “I heard that a while back but didn’t dig into it as it didn’t really come to me as news.”

(Me): “What do you mean Not news?”

(Me): “I heard that years ago, so when it came up again, I just figured the rumor made it rounds and got back to me a second time.”

(Me): “So you think it is a rumor and a rumor only?”

(Geoff): “Most of what I found out as fact started as rumors, so I don’t really know for sure.”

(Me): “Is there any way you can find out one way or the other?”

(Geoff): “What is your interest in this James?”

(Me): “I have bid in contracts and lost each one and I would like to know if the playing field is level or not.”

(Geoff): “Sometimes with government, you’re better off just going ahead with your business rather than to dig into what’s going on.”

(Me): “This I would really like to know about if at all possible.”

(Geoff): “Well, I can certainly check into it and make a few calls if that will help you.”

(Me): “Yes, that would be fantastic.”

(Geoff): “Then I will do just that. Now onto türkçe altyazılı porno my addition.”

We spoke about the project underway that I was doing. This addition was more then a room or two, he had specific needs, specific computer needs so the wiring had to be there as I built it. I knew better than to ask about that part, he wasn’t paying me well to ask what he didn’t offer up and I was good with that.

Two days later I received an envelope in the mail with a thumb drive and a typed outline of a chronological history of when my wife’s company came up in stories about contracts and sex being used to close deals in local projects. It had a cover page with a simple warning on it.

“Be careful with this information. Once this is brought to light, it can’t be out back in the dark. Very influential people may be involved, and it may be better not to open this can of worms, especially for those who need business licenses and local public contracts.”.

I looked at the thumb drive on my laptop and it clearly showed a woman giving oral sex as well as engaging in vaginal and anal sex with Men who I knew held public contracts in the area, but the woman’s identity was blurred out and not much of her body shows, except for the important parts being used, others were obscured as well. But all I could make out was a woman’s partial body and the Men I knew of, no company name or trail of breadcrumbs to follow. The next day at his house, I asked Geoff about it, and he denied sending me anything. Now I was confused, if he didn’t send it, who did?

I kept going back to those pictures over the next few days and by chance I saw a man in the back corner of one picture that wasn’t a contractor or builder. I enlarged the photo and sitting there in a hotel room chair, naked and his cock sticking straight up as he stroked it, was Comptroller Bill Easton watching the mystery woman fuck the guy in the bed. Now I knew the rumors were true, but how do I saddle my wife with this. If these are important people, and she started an investigation as I knew she would, she might end up losing her job over this. I personally knew one of the Men in the picture, Frank Miller, he was married and had three children, and even thought about threatening to tell his wife to get him to spill the beans about it, but I just put that part down in my notes in my laptop in a private secure file and would return to it later to rethink that strategy.

The next morning, I received a call from my friend Geoff whose addition I was building, and he asked me to stop by that morning. A good rich powerful customer asks you to stop by you stop by. When I got to his house his maid showed me to his private office, where she told me he would be with me shortly. I was amazed by the technology assembled in this room, not only security camera feeds of the property, but screens with financial news and things I couldn’t decipher at all. It seemed everything in the room was electronic and operated by his control as there were no buttons one anything. When he entered, he greeted me as normal, then asked me to sit to talk.

(Geoff): “I need to talk to you privately. Do you mind if I secure the room for this conversation?”

(Me): “No, if you think that is best than I’m OK with it.”

He did a little work on his phone, and I heard the doors lock, the windows became opaque, and my phone made a sound I didn’t recognize. It was telling me my phone was offline and had lost its signal.

(Me): “What’s so important that we need this type of security?”

(Geoff): “I have something of utmost importance to discuss with you, but it is just as important you hear me out and not leave to do something else.”

(Me): “Why would I leave before we are done?”

(Geoff): “It’s about the company your wife Julia works for, and I didn’t want you upset and leaving to report this news to her at work.”

(Me): “OK Geoff, I’m here so tell me what you have to say.”

(Geoff): “It turns out the rumors you heard altyazılı porno are true. The company is using sex to secure contracts for consulting and getting public contracts for its customers.”

(Me): “Are you absolutely sure Geoff? I would hate to report this to Julia if there is any doubt it may be incorrect.”

(Geoff): “Yes I am sure, and I have the proof.”

(Me): “Well then tell me and show me.”

(Geoff): “If after I explain some things to you, you still want to go forward with this, then I will tell you what I know. But going to your friend in construction and blackmailing him with telling his wife about his activities is not the way to go.”

(Me): “I was just thinking about that…Wait, how do you know about that? It was only in my mind and in a secure file on my laptop?”

(Geoff): “Not so secure I would say, wouldn’t you?”

(Me): “But how, I mean I didn’t email anything to you?”

(Geoff): “Does it really matter; you know I can hack just about anything I want?”

(Me): “No, I guess not, but now I want you to teach me better security.”

(Geoff): “Security, how about practices? Don’t ever plug in a thumb drive someone sends to you.”

(Me): “So you did send that envelope to me?”

(Geoff): “I had someone else send it, so I didn’t have to tell you a deliberate lie but yes, I was behind it because you asked me.”

(Me): “Why hide your identity when I came to you?”

(Geoff): “I was hoping you would give up on this quest and leave sleeping dogs lie, then it would have been a mute matter. I’m hoping the same thing here right now.”

(Me): “Why do you want me to not find out?”

(Geoff): “Many people are going to get hurt by this and believe me when I tell you there is enough pain to go around. But if you continue, I’m not going to let you do it alone.”

(Me): “What’s going on here? Why are we doing all this cloak and dagger stuff?”

(Geoff): “Are you going to take my advice and leave this be?”

(Me): “Hell no, now I want to know more than ever.”

(Geoff): “If you want my help, we do this my way and my way only.”

(Me): “OK, what is first?”

(Geoff): “Go outside, take a picture of the construction you’re doing here, and come back.”

He picked up his phone, did a few things on it, the doors unlocked, and my cell made connection again. I did as he said and took a picture of my work and came back to his office. Then his phone and the doors locked again, and my cell went offline. He told me to give him my phone and I did, he plugged a cord into the bottom from his laptop, did a few things I didn’t understand and handed it back to me. He then did something in his phone.

(Geoff): “Send that picture you took to your wife and tell her I gave you more work to do. She should show her happiness for your good fortune, wouldn’t she?”

(Me): “Yes, she’s always happy for me when I get important or big jobs.”

(Geoff): “Good, then send it now. Does she normally reply quickly to your texts?”

(Me): “Yes, she is attentive to her phone and gets on messages quickly.”

(Geoff): “Great, just let me know when she responds.”

“As we waited, he stopped looking at his phone and turned to his desk computer, which was bigger and more complexed than anything I ever heard of, and he just kept hitting keys. Then he turned to me and told me she looked at the pic.”

(Me): “Wait, did you just hack my wife’s phone?”

(Geoff): “No you did, I just gave you the worm.”

(Me): “Why, I don’t understand why we did this?”

(Geoff): “First we need to know if anyone in the company knows about this and has started an investigation. Your wife being high up jn customer relations would have been included in those conversations. Now I can look at her work email and texts to find out. Don’t worry, I’m not looking at anything you might object to.”

Just then my phone got a message back from her.

“That’s great honey, keep up the good work.”

(Me): “She just answered me.”

(Geoff): “Yes, I’m reading it now. Give me some time to look through this and come back tomorrow morning. I should have all your answers then.”

We parted ways and we both went to our tasks for the day. At least I was going to know what was going in inside her company, then I could tell her if she didn’t know about it.

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Katie laid the sleeping Enwoo down in his crib. She tucked the little blanket over his sleeping form.

Stephen put his hand on her shoulder and kissed the side of her head. “I see he finally dozed off.”

“Mm, yeah. He was being extra fussy tonight.” She ran her hands over her still flat belly. “Maybe he knows. Maybe he’s already jealous.” She sighed.

Stephen chuckled. “He’s too young to understand. Besides, it’ll do him some good, to have a sibling or two.”

“What if I have more than one? I could barely hold him in my belly, but multiples?”

“Katie…” Stephen hesitated. “Enwoo is half Tauren. He’s the size he is because of Sunwood. We’re both a pair of humans. You’ll have a normal human baby. Remember, my mother had three, and she was the size you were with him.”

“Oh.” Katie looked up into Stephen’s eyes and her eyes softened. She smiled at him. “I love you so much. I’m glad I’m having your baby.”

With the back of his fingers, he brushed her hair back. “I love you too, Katie. And I’m thrilled I can be a father to your children.” He bent down and brushed his lips against hers. Soft and sweet, he pressed into the kiss, tangling his lips with hers. When she bit his lip, he chuckled. “Why Katie, I’ve never seen you do that.” He pulled back and grinned down at her. He hesitated, as something was off with her eyes, but he couldn’t figure it out.

“Fuck me.”

He blinked at her. “What?”

“Fuck me. I need it.” She ripped open his shirt.

He stared down at the shirt, completely dumbfounded. “Katie, are you alright? You never say that word.”

“Stop thinking and give me your dick.” She reached into his pants and grabbed a handful of hairs.

Shaking his head, he grabbed her shoulders. “Sweetheart, baby, love, why are you being so aggressive?”

Katie licked his chest and tugged at the top of his pants. “I’m so horny right now. I need you; I want you. Please, please, you like it when I beg. I’m begging you to throw me over and fuck my tight pussy.”

Licking his lips and swallowing hard, he was torn between the change in behavior and the fact she was making him horny acting like this. He gently directed her to the bed. “I’ll give you what you want.” He sat her down on the bed. “And you’re sure you’re okay?”

“I don’t know why, I’m burning up. I need it, I want it, I’ve never wanted you so badly in my life.”

He tugged up her skirt and gently ran his fingers through the soft hairs. “Gods, sweetheart, you’re soaked.”

“Fuck me, please. Please I beg of you.” She put her hands on his shoulders. “I love you; don’t you love me?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Show me.” When he pushed his pants to the floor, she grabbed his dick and began pumping her tight fist over him. He groaned. She leaned forward and licked the tip. She began sucking on him with a desperation she had never shown before. As she pumped her fist, she sucked him down.

He groaned and rubbed her back. “Oh, sweetheart.”

She sucked long and hard and he gave up into her mouth. She continued to stroke, even as she leaned back. “Fuck me, please.”

“At your command.” She guided his dick into her waiting wet pussy. He began to buck his hips. In and out, sliding repeatedly into that tight confine.

“More! Faster! Harder!”

“Gods, yes.” He was nearly slamming in and out of her, and still she bucked against him, desperate for more. He wrapped his arms around her tight body, holding on for dear life.

“Fuck me like a bull. Fill me up.”

“A…”

“Show me your power, don’t hold back!”

He thrust into her, even as he felt himself holding back. Something was wrong and he didn’t like it. “Sweetheart, I…” Just as she clamped down around him, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head and she blacked out. He pulled free of her. “Shit.” He frowned down at her. Adjusting her into the bed, he went to the sink and got a wet rag. Placing it on her forehead, he sighed. “Why must you do this to yourself? If you were dizzy, you should have stopped me.” He took her hand. It was then he noticed her whole face was flush and red. “What in the world?” He put the back of his hand to her cheek. She was burning up.

Deciding this wasn’t a normal dizzy spell, he debated what to do. He couldn’t leave Enwoo here by himself while he took Katie to Elunara. Finally, he scooped up the sleeping child. He would take Enwoo while Katie rested.

—

At Elunara’s house, Stephen had Enwoo curled up on his shoulder. “It was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. Katie was being very sexually aggressive. In ways I didn’t understand. You know her, she doesn’t have it in her. But here she was, using words and phrases I’ve never heard her say. Then she has one of her black out spells, and she’s burning up, like her whole body was on fire.”

Elunara paced while he talked. “Like Lydia.”

“Lydia?”

“She had Darguni fuck her brains out and then blacked out. She’s still sick. It’s why he won’t go down to training right now.”

“That’s very concerning.” Stephen sighed. “Can you help Katie?”

“I can try, but I couldn’t help Lydia, I don’t know porno video that I can help Katie.”

At the knock on the door, Elunara opened it up and blinked at a disheveled Renwa. “You don’t look so good.” She eyed the scratches on Renwa’s neck.

“Elunara, I have a problem.”

“Let me take a wild guess. Zelinnia became sexually aggressive, you fucked each other wild, and then she blacked out and now has a spiking fever?”

Renwa’s eyes grew wider as she spoke. “How…?”

“Because Lydia and Katie got it first.”

“This is most concerning.”

“You’re telling me.” Elunara raked her fingers through her hair. “I’ve never heard of this kind of… horny fever? It’s very bizarre. All I can do is watch and wait and see if they get over it. My healing isn’t budging it.”

—-

Margaret’s eyes popped open. She had no idea of the time, only that it was obscenely early. She rolled over on to her side and eyed her closet. If she got up now, she would have enough time to prepare herself before Robert got here for the day. Deciding that she was enjoying having a suitor pursuing her, she sat up in bed. Getting dressed in her usual way, she made her way over to her vanity. She attacked her hair first and bound it back. She eyed her pots of make up and began systematically applying it. She always used a light hand with her make up, favoring a more natural look. She eyed her handiwork. Unbinding her hair, she let it cascade around her face. She shook it out and considered. She kind of liked how she looked with it down. She made kissy faces at the mirror and decided she looked a little stupid.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, looking a little stupid. She felt that she could be a little stupid at the moment, even if it was over a man. Margaret hadn’t felt this way in years. Not since she was a teenager being courted by all the boys. With a sigh, she remembered that time fondly. Those boys telling her she was beautiful, only for her to giggle and run away. Anthony was the first boy she kissed, and the last one she had loved. They had married when they were eighteen, and she had her baby Jordan at twenty. Eighteen years of marital bliss.

She propped her elbow on the vanity and her chin on her fist and drifted away to that. She fiddled absently with her hairbrush in her free hand. It was a murky memory in her worst moments, but right now it was bright, and shiny. Robert didn’t quite kiss like Anthony. But youth was a passionate time. Granted, Robert was young, and she was not. The age gap was so severe… could it work? Maybe not, but she was willing to give it a shot.

Letting the thoughts go, she got out of her chair and used the furniture to get around her little house. She eyed the sunrise. She had just enough time, she thought. Making her way to her little pantry, she eyed the selection her little house fairies decided to leave her. Pleased with the selection, she began gathering goods and placing them on the counter. It was a little obnoxious to hobble around on one good foot, but she was determined. Humming to herself, she went through the process of making cookies. Jordan and Elunara had hired some maids to take care of Margaret’s home, and right now she was pleased this left her time to do what she wanted, when she wanted.

By the time Robert knocked on the door, she was pulling the cookies out of the oven. “Come in!” She called.

The door opened and Robert blinked at her as she put the cookies on the counter to cool. “I didn’t know you baked.”

“I used to all the time when I was younger. I haven’t made cookies in years though.” She hobbled to the table. “Now, these need time to cool and set, so no touchy.”

Going to her side, he wrapped his hands around her waist. “I know something, or should I say someone, I’d rather touch in the meantime.”

She blushed. “Oh, you.”

Bending down, he brushed his lips against hers. She put one hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down tighter to her mouth. “Mm, I missed you yesterday.”

“And I, you. But if you don’t follow the schedule, my son might become suspicious.” Margaret winked.

Robert chuckled and ran his hands down her backside. His hands cupped her ass and gently squeezed. “I really cannot have that. He might not approve. I must earn his favor first. Somehow.”

She rubbed his cheek. “We’ll figure that part out together, when it is time to do so.”

He wrapped his hand around the hand on his cheek. “I’m glad you believe the time will come when we need to let your son know the truth of how we feel about one another.”

“And how do I feel?” She winked.

“I hope the same way I do about you.”

“We’ll see.” She pulled her hand back. “Come, I’ll make some tea.”

“You made cookies, the least I can do is make the tea for us.” Robert guided her to a chair, then set about making the tea. That dealt with, he served the cookies and tea and sat down. Biting into a cookie, his eyebrows shot up. “These are fabulous.”

“Didn’t expect them to be?” She nibbled on her own cookie.

He felt the heat rise in his face. “Ah, I’m not sure there is a safe milf porno answer there.”

“Smart man. Eat your cookies, dear.”

—

After spending the morning chatting over tea and cookies, Margaret and Robert went for a walk through the city. “I never get tired of this place.” Margaret sighed and leaned against Robert. “Westfall was a simple place, and I enjoyed my time there, raising my son. But Stormwind is new and exciting every time I step out of the door. I also would be eternally lost if not for my guides taking me through.”

“I’m pleased to help you, always.”

“I want to watch my son until lunch.”

“Of course.” They walked to the yard. “It must have been so lonely in that place.” He said quietly.

“You know I won’t talk about it.”

Robert shook his head. “I didn’t mean to bring it up. It’s just… sometimes I think about what you must have gone through and my heart seethes with rage.”

“Then don’t think about it.” She shrugged. “Not thinking about it gets me through it. I am no longer there. I am free, and mostly whole, so why bother hurting myself further?”

“Hm.” He looked off in the distance. “Well, if you find yourself ever needing someone to talk to, I am here.” His attention came back to her.

“I do appreciate that. But I refuse to dump on you.”

He laughed. “There is some small portion of me that wishes I would be the one you turn to. I couldn’t be the one to save you, but I want to show my support. Maybe that’s why I joined the military, I have a savior complex.”

“I see.”

“Now I feel dumb. I’m sorry.”

She patted his arm. “Don’t be. It’s… cute.”

“Cute? She thinks I’m cute! I’ll take it.” He bent down and brushed his lips against her temple.

With a smile, she gently pushed at him. “Not in public, my son has spies everywhere.”

“One day our affection will be public. One day…”

“So you seem to think.” She winked at him.

They made it to the yard, and he helped her on to the platform. She took a seat beside Susan.

“Good morning.” Susan smiled at Margaret. “How are you feeling today?”

“Well enough that I made cookies.” Margaret held up a little cloth bag. “Want one?”

Susan reached into the bag. “I didn’t know you baked.” She pulled out a cookie and bit in. “These are phenomenal!”

“Thank you! Have you seen my son; I can’t wait to give him one.”

“Oh, he will be along shortly. He was helping Elunara wrangle kids.” Susan munched on the cookie. “I would have helped more, but I had my own three to get going. Grogash enjoys training with the Juniors, but Tily and Mimsy had a tea party to get to.”

“How is dear Lydia doing?”

“Still unconscious, but her fever is way down. Unfortunately, Katie and Zelinnia have caught the fever as well.”

“How strange. Zerinia must be beside herself with worry. I’ll have to hunt her down later today. Right now, I am tired from the walk here.”

Susan patted Margaret’s leg. “Don’t overexert yourself.”

Margaret looked around the yard. “Where is my grandson, Bradley?”

“That I don’t know.”

—-

At Bradley’s home, he was getting out of the shower. He had gone home to shower after getting bled on by one of the newer recruits. When he came out of the bathroom, he eyed his wife. She was frantically pacing the living room in worgen form. “Honey, what’s the matter?”

“Oh, I can’t make it go away. Also, I may be in heat, again.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Again? It hasn’t been a month.”

She pawed at her face. “I know! But I’m so itchy and warm. My whole body burns.”

“Burns? Like a fever? Because Lydia…”

“It’s not the same! At least, I don’t think so.” She rubbed her body. “It’s like those times when my damnable body goes into an animal like heat. I can’t turn back, I can’t function, I’m so itchy!” She scratched at her body and twisted and turned. “And my labia are hot and sticky.” She reached down and rubbed between her legs. “I left Casey with the jeweler; she doesn’t mind taking kid duty for a little while. Gods, sometimes I wish I could get pregnant, so I didn’t have to deal with this for a few months.”

Bradley had a pained face. “Sweetheart, you know I can’t…”

“No! No, don’t worry about it. It’s not you, it’s me.” She rubbed her arms. “Maybe I should talk your mother into ripping out my babymaker. I don’t need it.”

He rubbed her arms. “It’s always up to you. Besides, you know I get enjoyment out of you when you’re like this.” He winked. “But if it bothers you this much…”

“Ugh, I don’t know. I’ve never been comfortable with this curse. You’ve helped me adapt and you enjoy my fur, however, I just don’t… Gods. I’m so wet right now.” She rubbed her crotch again.

“What do you need me to do? Tell me how to help.” He cupped her cheeks with his hands.

Evelyn sighed. “The same thing we always do. Fuck me, fuck it out of me for a little longer.”

“You don’t have to sound so depressed about it.”

With a half laugh, she looked into his concerned face. “I love making love to you. That’s not the part I’m upset with. mobil porno It’s this damnable worgen body and its unpredictable nature.”

He kissed her nose. “Well, it’s your worgen body, and I love it very much.”

She curled up in his arms. “I need you.” She shivered and it wasn’t the cold. “Now! Quickly, it’s getting worse.”

He brushed his hand over her mane. “You know the difference to me between human you and worgen you?” He lifted her face to his. “Human you I get to lick and taste you, worgen you I get to pet and stroke you.” Lightly kissing her lips, he pushed her back on the bed. She shifted and opened her legs for him. Kneeling in front of her, he ran his fingers through that thick fur and to the folds below. He slipped a pair inside. “Gods, you are soaked.”

“I told you.” She panted. “Please, please fuck me.”

“Oh, I plan on it.” Spreading her open, he licked her flat. She gasped and grabbed at his hair. “It always amuses me, that under all that dark black fur, your little folds remain pink.” Burying his two fingers as deep as they would go, he licked around his fingers, licking and tasting her soaking wet pussy. He felt for that spot that drove her mad and when she twitched and spasmed he stroked and pumped his hand in and out.

“F-fuck me…”

“As you wish.” He pulled his hand free and stood up. Adjusting his dick, he pressed in, slowly at first, as she panted.

“Faster! Gods, give it to me!”

His hands grabbed her hips, and he began thrusting his own. In and out, quick and hard. Reaching out, she grabbed the railings of the headboard. He continued, going as hard and fast as he could manage as her legs wrapped around his waist. In and out, over and over, until he could stand it no longer. He released as she cried out in a howl, clamping around his dick. Collapsing on top of her, he snuggled his face in between her furry breasts. “How was that?” He grinned.

When she did not respond, he frowned. He propped up on his hands. “Sweetheart?” She was unconscious, but still in worgen form. Putting his hand to her forehead, he swore. “I knew it. I fucking knew it.”

———

Elunara ran her hands over Evelyn’s still form. “It’s the same fever alright.”

“Gods damn it, I should have never fucked her.” Bradley raked his fingers through his hair. “Any clue as to what we should do?”

Elunara shook her head. “Not until we locate the source. All I have, is women get extremely horny and pass out after a good fucking.” She gestured. “Then this fever takes a hold of them. Lydia’s the first, and she’s still out.”

Bradley scrubbed his hands over his face. “I should have pressed for more information. She was conscious and aware until… well, you know.”

Shaking her head again, she sighed. “Son, fucking her may have helped her, I don’t know. It’s better she’s unconscious than trying to aggressively assault you.”

“I guess…”

—-

Margaret sighed and leaned against Robert. They had left the yard after hearing that Evelyn had caught the mysterious fever. Walking towards Tippy’s inn, they discussed what they knew. Few knew about all the details. Margaret and Robert only knew it was a fever, and not the first part that triggered it. Margaret had decided she wanted to get something to eat. They settled at a table and got the sandwich and soup special.

Tippy served them. “Any word on the fever?”

Margaret shook her head. “Still hasn’t broke.”

“Damn. I watched Lydia grow up, she might as well be my own, and to hear that Katie and Zelinnia are out for it too…”

“Evelyn came down with it too.”

Tippy gasped. “No!”

Margaret nodded. “I’m staying away from them all. Fevers tend to… well they’re bad for babies and the elderly such as myself.”

“Good on you to do. As much as we’d all like to tend to them, not much we can do other than send food and good thoughts. Elunara must be going mad with all those children under her care at once.”

“I don’t know how she handles all that she does.” Margaret shook her head again. “The woman breaks my mind on a regular basis.”

“As she does to us all.” A voice interrupted.

Tippy looked over. “What can I get you, Shaw?”

“My usual.” Mathias sat down beside Margaret. He eyed the old woman. Something in her eyes disturbed him, so he forced himself to look. Like Elunara in ages past, there was something dead behind those eyes. But this was not the same. Elunara was because her brain had been goddamned broken. Margaret because of her trauma. But today, something was new, unusual from when he usually looked at her. It was a spark. Something he saw in his daughter’s eyes these days. He considered that as he spoke. “Is anyone else sick in Elunara’s family?”

“Not that I know of.” Mathias Shaw innerved Margaret something fierce. The way he stared her dead in the face bothered her immensely. She didn’t blame the man. He was the old spymaster after all. The man had to be able to discern everyone’s secrets with a look. She knew he didn’t trust her story at first and had her followed even worse than the king. Yes, she had known about the spies, when you lived most of your life under the watchful eye of someone, one learned to recognize the signs of when you were being spied on. Not she ever had a damned thing to hide. She glanced at Robert but quickly looked back at Mathias. Until now.

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The two Orcs snuck in to the Alliance camp, intent on their target. She was walking between buildings when they pounced.

Elunara woke with an awful headache. She blinked and stared at the brown Orc face. “Wah?” She squinted against the darkness. “Lorros?”

His hands were wrapped around her arms. “Are you alright, my heart? I’m sorry they were so rough with you. They will be punished.”

“Where am I?” She rubbed the knot on the back of her head.

He hugged her tightly. “You’re safe now. I have you.”

Her eyes went sharp and hard. Grogek would have been afraid of her now. In Lorros’ ignorance, he took her reaction to be something else.

“Where am I?” She repeated.

“You are with me, and that is all you need to know.” He kissed her softly.

Only training and caution kept her from summoning her dagger. She had no idea where she was, and nothing in her field of vision gave any clues. “But I’m so confused.” She said sweetly. “If I had more…”

He took her hand and patted it. “You are safe here. No man will lay his filthy hands on you again. I swear this to you. You are mine, and I will protect you.”

Elunara ground her teeth but remained benign. “You were always so sweet to me.” She placed a hand on his cheek. “I trust you to know best.”

He gave her a bright smile, and she felt like she was dealing with a dull-witted child. “Rest, my heart. I will see you brought food.”

She gave her best, flattering smile. “I don’t suppose I could get some paper? You know how I love to draw.”

He looked away, out of the tent. “Not now. But soon. I will give you all the pleasures you desire.” Swiftly, he stood up and walked out of the tent. Elunara briefly saw snow. “No one in or out. My orders. She stays there.” He walked off. Elunara saw the outline of two burly Orcs. She crossed her arms and growled.

She’d slit his throat if she didn’t know that escape was impossible until she knew more. She looked around at the furs and dirt. She scooted to a fur and using her dagger, she cut a chunk of it out. Using dirt, spit and a little bit of effort she was able to scribble a coded message on the furs. With a little prayer, she wadded it up and tossed it over her shoulder. It didn’t burn properly, but it did disappear. She only hoped the message came out clear.

Twice she tried to approach the door, only to be shoved backwards on her ass. There would be no speaking with these jerks.

“I have to pee!” She called. “I don’t want to pee in here.” She pouted.

The two orcs talked in orcish. She was going to have to reserve that little nugget for another time. One finally grabbed a messenger and had him send for Lorros. Lorros himself came in the tent.

“What is wrong?”

She wiggled in place. “I have to… umm… relieve myself, and I don’t want to mess the floor.”

“I will take you this time.” He grabbed her arm and marched her out. He turned to the guards and instructed them in orcish to bring a bucket for next time.

She kept the eye roll to herself. Using her field of vision, all she could tell was she was in an encampment in snow. Frostfire ridge most likely. He released her arm by a tree.

She wiggled and blushed. “Can you not stare at me like that?”

He raised his line of sight, but kept her in view.

“Do you have to watch?” She muttered in annoyance.

“I have to protect you. When Grogek finds you gone, he will come looking. I will be prepared. I am sorry, my love.”

“Surely he hasn’t found you this quick.” She pulled down her pants and willed herself to pee. She briefly debated killing him now, but he was too alert. He’d break her in half before she’d complete the act with her little dagger. She tugged her pants up. “I’m done.” She sighed.

He grabbed her arm again. She pried his fingers off her arm and took his hand in hers. “Isn’t this better?” She smiled at him. He blushed. He actually, freaking blushed. Elunara desperately wanted to groan, but she smiled instead. “It’s just me. You don’t have to be so mean.”

He nodded. Leading her back in the tent, she noticed the bucket and tried to not growl. She considered her options. Smiling, she worked up a blush. “Will you be joining me in here?”

He nodded stiffly. “I have made arrangements. Tonight.” He said. He bent down and brushed a kiss on her lips. “Tonight.” He repeated, little more roughly.

She wished, ever so much, for a temper tantrum. Instead she sat down on the spread furs and smiled demurely. He left and gave some commands to her guards. A short while later Elunara saw a woman at the flaps. She knelt down and shoved a plate of food in. The woman quickly scurried away.

Elunara sighed as she ate her meal. Trapped in enemy territory, with no spotter, no plan, and no paper. She sighed. She wasn’t away for a day and she desperately missed her husband, her girl and her baby. Wrapping her arms around her legs and laying her hands on her knees, she allowed herself to quietly cry.

Renwa knocked on Elunara’s door. Tulani opened the door, baby on porno izle her shoulder.

“Sorry General, Elunara isn’t here.”

He frowned. “She was supposed to report to my office an hour ago. I know she gets distracted, but this is a little strange.”

Tulani shook her head. “Ask Grogek?” She cocked her head. “I’ll go check the Finister’s.”

Renwa marched down to Grogek. He was currently directing a set of troops in a drill. “Oy, Commander Grogek!”

Grogek barked out some orders and then headed over. “What brings you down?”

“Have you seen Elunara? She didn’t show up for her appointment.”

He frowned. “There’s any number of places she could be right now. I’m sure we’ll…” Grogek froze as Tulani came running full force, child nowhere to be seen. She collapsed at the edge of the training yard, panting. He scooped her up.

“Mayby…” She panted. “Mayby said she saw Elunara, called out to her. Elunara stopped and waved. Mayby turned away to close her door, and looked back up and Elunara was gone. Thought it was odd, but decided Elunara had something important.”

“Where is Darguni?”

“Mrs. Finister is looking after him so I could tell you.”

Commander Grogek halted training. “Elunara is missing!” He bellowed. “FIND HER!”

They searched for hours, but no one could find her. Only a splatter of blood where she had been standing. Grogek was in a distraught rage by time they met in Renwa’s office. Tulani was crying, Darguni had been left in the care of Mrs. Finister while they searched.

Everyone was surprised when a flap of fur landed on the desk. Renwa snatched it up and ran his eyes over it.

“Elunara has been taken by Lorros.”

Night fell and Elunara cleaned herself up. She shook out her hair and wiped up her face. Tears were for amateurs. Tears got agents killed. She was a pro. Her guards were switched out, and she briefly wondered if Lorros would make them stay once he was inside. She laughed. That was a stupid question, he was paranoid. She wasn’t walking out tonight. Even if she slit his throat, she knew nothing about the layout, no idea on man count, nothing. She was shooting blind, so she would do what she did best. Fake it.

Her favorite talent was her ability to fuck men and make them give her what she wanted. Enough effort and she’ll have this whole place in her hand. Or at least the idiot. She was pissed. Elune save her she was beyond pissed off. She would use it, just as before.

He came in at a predictable hour. The disciplined always did.

He looked around before sitting his axe down. He frowned at the bucket in the corner. She pretended to have eyes only for him, but she would make his life difficult. He barked an order at one of the men, who walked in. The two orcs took up most of the space, and Elunara shifted backwards as if nervous. Lorros barked orders in orcish and she had to stifle the snicker. The big tough orc balked at dealing with the bucket, but he feared Lorros more.

She watched the exchange with great interest. Lorros had been busy in the past six months. She decided that a cower, with a hint of pride, was the expectation. Once the other orc picked up the smelly bucket and went out. She tried for a visible sigh of relief.

He laid a light hand on her shoulder. “No one will touch you again. This I promise.”

She turned a snort into a sigh. She straightened her back and smiled. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

He knelt in front of her and looked into her face, searching. She went for shyness, with a hint of spine. He placed a hand on her cheek. Leaned forward, he feathered a kiss against her lips. “I am not like him.”

She bit back, “That’s for damned sure.” And went for, “You’re so sweet.” Instead. “You shouldn’t have worried about me. I do fine on my own.”

He laughed softly, as if he doubted that. He kissed her again. “I will never let them hurt you again.” He said in a husky voice. He pressed her back, and laid her on the floor. He kissed her mouth and her nose and her forehead. He ran his fingers under her clothes and she responded in kind. He was soft, careful and passionate. She let herself be had in this way, and sincerely wished to claw his eyes out.

The next morning she sighed and tried to stare out of the tent. The orcs kept the flaps pretty well closed, and she wound up lying on the ground just to see anything. It had been three days and Lorros still refused her any paper. She had nothing new to report, so she avoided cutting the furs unless she was going to need them. An orc woman had taken to getting her bucket. When she tried to speak to the woman, she said hateful things in orcish and left.

Every night she lay with Lorros. Ordinarily that would be the fun part of any assignment, but this just annoyed her. She lay on her back on the pile of furs, head bent backwards, trying to see out of the tent. Lorros walked in and looked at her upturned face.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m quite bored.” She sighed. “If only I could draw. You’re so pretty. Can’t I put lezbiyen porno you on paper?”

He frowned. “I am sorry, my lovely. We cannot get the paper you require out here right now. I have sent for some, but they take too long.”

She sighed and stared at what passed for a ceiling. “If you say, my love. Perhaps some other form of entertainment? A friend perhaps?”

He seemed to consider her request. “I will see what I can do.” He knelt down and picking her off of the floor, kissed her upside down mouth. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck and head. She tugged him down with her and kissed him. She nipped his lips and rubbed her tongue along tender areas.

“I am lonely.” She whispered against his mouth.

“I…”

She removed one arm from his neck and tugged down her shirt. “I just want you to hold me for a little while. Is that too much?”

He slid a hand forward up her shirt and cupped a breast. He gave one look back before he tugged her shirt down and over. When her shirt was off, he licked her neck. She gave a little gasp and he ran his tongue from her neck to her breast. When he began to suck, she reached out and undid his pants. He was a little too focused on her breasts and gasped when she wrapped a hand around his dick. She began to jack his dick, and he groaned. Shoving her pants out of the way, he began to lick at her wetness. She slipped her mouth on his dick and began to suck. He groaned and wiggled his way down her body. Once he was in position he began to rock his hips against her mouth. She shifted her angle and let him fuck her mouth. He buried his face in her crotch and scraped his teeth on sensitive parts. When she flinched her body and gave him a deep suck, he exploded in her mouth. She almost choked on it. She gagged and pushed against him.

Free of his dick, she gasped for air and coughed it all up.

“Oh, my love.” He crooned. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen.” He pulled her into his arms.

She coughed and spit on his shirt. With a deep blush, she wiped at her face. “No. No, its fine… you’re just bigger than…” She shook herself. “I wasn’t expecting it. I wish I could just wash my face. That’s all.” She looked embarrassed.

He scooped her up and walked out of the tent. She was quick to scan the details of what she could see. She was taken a different direction this time. Elunara clung to the front of his shirt like a child, not bothering with a trivial emotion like embarrassment. She was taken to a bubbling hot springs. He slid her in to the warm water.

She purred. “Oh, this is amazing.” Expressing true happiness. “I haven’t had something like this before.” Which was a lie, she loved the Winterspring hot springs. “Oh, why can’t we come out here more often?”

“It’s not safe.” He frowned.

“Oh, lover, please… come in with me. This is spectacular.”

He shook his head. “Not today. I was rough on you. Forgive me. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He looked like a wounded puppy.

If Elunara hadn’t been so willing to kill him the moment she could, she’d feel bad for the guy. She’d gagged on purpose. Grogek was the only man she was willing to swallow. She used the warm water to clean her face and body. She stood up and shivered. She dropped back into the water. “That’s cold!” She gasped. “Did you bring me a towel?”

He looked around and frowned. “I am sorry.” He yanked off his own shirt, and plucking her from the water, wrapped the clean side around her body. He carried her back.

When he could not see her face, she rolled her eyes. Frozen tundras meant nothing to her. After he deposited her back in the tent, still wrapped in his shirt, he left her alone. She wondered where he got ready every day. He spent his nights in her tent, his arms pinning her to the ground, but he did not share anything else with her.

Tugging the bottom fur, she began to make drawings and notations. When she saw a shadow, she tucked the fur away. The same woman as before came with clothes. She tossed them on the ground, complained of wasted material and walked out. Elunara rolled her eyes at the pathetic excuse for clothes.

A couple of days later, a Blood Elf was shoved into her tent. She landed on her face. Elunara tried to help her up but the Blood Elf waved her away and scrabbled to the edge of the tent.

“Are you alright?”

She sniffled and wiped her cheek. “I’m fine.”

“I’m Elunara, what’s your name?”

The woman glared. “I know who you are.” She pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees. “I’m supposed to keep you company.”

Elunara sighed. “That’s not what I meant.” She groaned as she smacked her forehead.

The woman eyed her warily. “Why are you here?”

“Lorros fancies himself in love with me.”

“Oh.” She snorted. “Sucks to be you.”

“I take it you don’t like Lorros?”

“He’s a cruel taskmaster. He gets results, but he’s vicious.” She rubbed her arm. “I’ve been on the receiving end a few times.”

“Why liseli porno don’t you leave?”

She laughed. “Are you serious? He has this place locked down. I can’t even get reagents to port out of here.”

“Well, I intend to get out.” Elunara glared at the door.

“Take me with you?” She snorted. “Dying to the Alliance sounds like a better plan than living under Lorros.”

Elunara eyed the woman. “I can offer you refuge.”

“What can one Night Elf offer to me?”

“When they come for me, and they will… you can stay with me. I already house my own former Iron Horde Orc.”

The Blood Elf woman continued to eye Elunara. “How do I know he is any better?”

Elunara grinned. “I married him.”

The Blood Elf’s eyes went wide. “You married an orc?”

“We have a child too.” She sighed. Shaking her head, Elunara pulled out the bottom fur and began to make marks.

“What are you doing?”

“I may look innocuous but I’m a mission specialist. I’m relaying what information I can about our location. I’ll also let them know about you.” Elunara flicked her eyes up. “If you’re in.”

“Take me with you.” She repeated in a whisper.

Elunara nodded and began to work. Once she was satisfied with what she had, she wadded it up and threw it over her shoulder.

“I hope that works.” The woman muttered.

“What’s your name?”

“Zelinnia.” She frowned. “Can’t you stab him with that?”

“And then what? Have a dead orc and no way to run? No, we wait for our chance.”

Zelinnia nodded.

The orc woman came back in, dumping trays at their feet and hauling away the bucket with a spate of insults.

“I kind of like her.” Elunara commented.

Zelinnia wrinkled her nose. “Why?”

“She has the most creative insults I have ever heard.”

“You can understand her?”

“Married an orc, remember?”

Zelinnia just laughed.

Night began to fall and Elunara ticked off the minutes. “Remember, if you can get to paper, try to bring me any. If you can get a message to Thrall, all the better.”

Zelinnia nodded and watched as Lorros came in.

Elunara gave a friendly wave. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Zelinnia stood up and wiped off her robes. “It was nice meeting you.” She smiled. Elunara recognized the nerves but appreciated the effort.

Lorros shoved her to the ground.

“Hey!” Elunara stood up.

“She stays.” He growled.

Elunara softened her voice. “But you’re here now. I thought you’d prefer the privacy.”

He lifted his axe. “Has she not been satisfactory?”

Elunara threw herself in front of Lorros, as Zelinnia scrambled back against the tent wall. “She has been a satisfactory companion. Thank you. I’d like to keep her if you don’t mind.” Elunara laid a hand on Lorros’ axe arm. “But, I think you came in here for a different reason.

She scooted into his personal space and gently pressed his arm down. He dropped the axe and focused on her face. Her other hand she ran up his chest and to his neck. She gently pressed into his muscle. Working with her fingers, she made her way over his arms and to his chest. Using massage skills, she worked on the knots in his neck as her fingers moved back. She trailed her fingers up to his skull and worked her magic.

His arms came around her and he bent forward and pressed his lips against hers. She teased and taunted, drawing his kisses out, as she rubbed her hands down his shoulders and arms. Her hands came down his chest and around his back. She slipped her hands under his shirt and dragged her fingernails across the muscles. He groaned as he knocked her backwards. She hit the ground with a soft “Oof” and shifted her body around. Staring at her, and only her, he pulled off his shirt and came out of his pants. Elunara gave his dick a hungry look.

He knelt and yanked off her poorly made clothes.

Zelinnia watched in horrified fascination. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She watched as Elunara took whatever he gave. She pinched her eyes shut and wished she was anywhere else, but she knew the guards outside would not help her. She looked again and Elunara was looking at her. Elunara’s eyes were dead. There was no other way to describe what she saw. Elunara shook her head and then turned back to Lorros.

The whispers, the moves, they were as lovers. An amorous suitor might think her to be enjoying herself. She caressed at the right moments, murmured the right things. Zelinnia’s heart broke. She had no idea how long she lay there, curled in terror. She wondered if Lorros might turn to her eventually. Instead, he curled up like a babe in Elunara’s arms. His face pressed in her chest, he murmured things. Zelinnia blocked her ears. Elunara lay there, staring at the ceiling. She cuddled and mollified, until Lorros fell asleep. Elunara did not look at Zelinnia again that night. It was just as well, Zelinnia was horrified by what she might find.

In the morning, a light rustling had Zelinnia’s eyes shooting open. She scooted back against the pile of furs, trying to make herself small.

She watched a morning after routine that might have come from a poorly written romance novel. When Lorros left the tent, the shift in Elunara’s face went from forlorn lover, to white hot hate.

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A flight to the moon now was as boring as a flight across country from New York to Los Angeles, unless it was someone’s first space flight then there might have been a bit of excitement. To go on to Mars became as dull as having a layover in L.A. and traveling on to Japan or Australia. There was nothing to see except the blackened void of space, nor was there any sense of speed as there was on a jet airliner. Perhaps the only advantage was that space flights were not full because they were so expensive few could afford it. Therefore, only the wealthy were able to visit the resorts on the lunar surface or the red planet.

A return to the moon had occurred in the mid-2020s, and a permanent settlement was in place a decade or so later. The settlement grew with multiple nations establishing a presence. As faster space engines were developed reducing travel time from days to hours, larger nations even developed resort-type accommodations for their well-to-do citizens who could afford an “expensive vacation” as a means of financially supporting their lunar facilities. The moon then evolved into a base for the development of missions to Mars. Those came in the late 2030s, and by 2050, there was a small base on the red planet. Twenty-sixty-five saw a permanent settlement, and like the moon, in the next twenty years, those with means could visit there.

Faster space travel also had new companies forming on Earth that were joint ventures between airline companies and aerospace technologies corporations constructing “spaceliners” that could transport passengers to the moon and onto Mars. Though these spaceships could only accommodate twenty passengers, they rarely held more than a quarter of that. It made being a pilot on a spaceliner a pretty easy job particularly since all systems were automated. Paul Ward had only piloted manually once, and then just to see what it was like, after which he was reprimanded for doing it. The job paid extremely well, and because it was so automated, there wasn’t even a co-pilot or flight attendant. Paul was responsible for everything. Fortunately, neither he nor any of the other pilots or ships had ever had a problem that the single pilot could not manage.

Today’s flight had only two passengers, a journalist, and her boyfriend. Apparently, she was doing a story on the Moon and Mars resorts. As they stepped aboard, her boyfriend cleverly quipped, “Fly me to the moon.”

Paul politely chuckled even though he’d heard that comment many times.

Once they cleared Earth’s atmosphere, Paul figured it was time to play flight attendant. As he unbuckled his seat belt, the woman came floating into the cockpit. Technically, passengers were not supposed to come on the flight deck, but the reporter was really hot in her tight flight-like suit.

“Excuse me,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am. Can I help you?”

“You can start by not ma’am-ing me.”

They both chuckled.

“What can I do for you?” Paul asked.

“Just looking for space.”

Another not so original remark. “Just look out of the window.”

She smiled. “I wanted to see what the view was like from here. It’s kind of boring back there,” she said, gesturing with her thumb. “My boyfriend dozed off.”

“You’re not supposed to be up here.” Paul grinned. “But the company would be nice.” Particularly company that looks like you, he thought, now noticing that her suit was unzipped halfway between her breasts revealing a nice cleavage.

With an engaging smile, she asked, “So, can I stay?”

Paul gestured to the co-pilot’s seat, which was there primarily for VIPs.

She took the seat.

“Please buckle up,” Paul said.

So, she did. “I’m Cassie Nolan.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you on TV. Paul Ward. Pilot and chief flight attendant.”

“Why isn’t there a flight attendant, or co-pilot, for that matter?”

With a chuckle, Paul explained. “The ship is completely automated, so I have double duty as flight attendant. They considered including a dog as a co-pilot, but so far they have not.”

“A dog?” Carrie questioned, wondering if he was serious. “Why?”

“To make sure I don’t touch anything.”

She giggled. “Then why are you here?”

“I ask myself that all the time. But the answer is to make sure a passenger doesn’t touch anything.” Then it occurred to him to add, “That’s strictly off the record.”

Cassie waived her hand. “I’m not on duty. At least not until we get to Mars.”

“And what will you do there?”

“Fluff piece on Mars resorts. Mostly the American resort. Something to stir up interest for people to visit the planet. Apparently, revenues aren’t what was expected.”

“That’s a little beneath you, isn’t it?”

With a shrug, Cassie said, “Yes. But I have name recognition and credibility, so they wanted me to do the piece. Besides, it’s also a free trip to Mars.”

“And for your boyfriend.”

Paul caught her grimace.

“When he heard the network offered for him to come along as enticement for me to take the assignment, I had no choice but to let him come. I don’t usually like to mix business porno film with personal. People tend not to be as talkative with someone like him around.”

“I get it.”

“So, can you tell me why someone with loads of money would want to come to Mars for vacation?”

“Because they can,” Paul answered with a grin. “If you’ve been to all the hot spots on Earth that all your other rich friends have also been to, you’ve got nothing to brag about.”

Cassie chuckled. “I hadn’t considered that aspect. Is there really anything to do there?”

Paul shrugged. “Inside the compound, the guest accommodations are luxurious. The food is surprisingly good. It’s an exercise in living in a controlled environment. It can be freaky knowing you’re breathing re-circulated air. You might be happy to have your boyfriend with you to, you know… occupy yourself at night.”

She shot him a look. “Occupying myself how?”

“Oh, you know. The way men and women occupy themselves at night, uh… in bed.”

“Ah. Is there anything special about doing it on Mars?”

“To be able to say you did it on Mars. Like the mile-high club.”

She nodded her understanding. “Is there a club name for doing it on a spaceship?”

“Not that I’ve heard. Maybe you can come up with one.”

“Have you ever done it in space?”

“That’s against the rules.”

Paul could feel her eyes boring on him.

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“No, I guess it doesn’t.”

“So, what else is there to do on Mars?”

“During the day, they’ll take you in a rover to see the landscape. It’s amazing when you consider you’re on Mars, but it looks a lot like many places on Earth except the sunlight is not as bright.”

“Why is that?”

“Mars is further away from the sun than Earth.”

Cassie nodded her understanding. “How long do people stay?”

“A few days. As long as there is an availability, and you can pay, you can stay as long as you want. But after two or three days, you’ll be ready to leave.”

“When is your flight back?”

“There’s no one there now waiting to come back, so I’m there either until you’re ready to leave or I’m needed elsewhere. Because of the expense of operating this ship the company doesn’t fly it unless there are passengers.”

“Must be tedious for you.”

“I find things to do.”

“Or someone to do it with?”

“That’s also against the rules.”

“Your company has a lot of rules.” Cassie leaned over and whispered, “Do you follow all of them?”

There was a seductive tone to her voice. It was likely that if she were alone, she could be had. But he didn’t want this to get out of hand. “You’ll need to return to your seat and buckle up. We’re about to land on the moon.”

Cassie unbuckled her seatbelt and stood, holding onto the seat in zero-gravity. “How long is our layover?”

“Long as you want. It’ll take 30 minutes to turn the ship around, so at least that long. You and Jimmy can look around, and when you’re ready, we’ll leave.”

“His name is Rodney.”

“Okay.”

* * *

Exactly thirty minutes after they landed, and with the turnaround procedure completed, Paul sat in the first row of the main cabin awaiting the return of his passengers. Cassie promptly appeared.

“I’m ready to depart,” she announced. “I’ll do my story on the moon on the way back.”

“Where’s Rodney?”

“Do we have to wait for him?”

“You want to leave him?”

She huffed. “Wish I could, but I guess I can’t.”

“It’s against the rules.”

“Ah, the rules.”

“If you don’t like him, break up with him.”

Cassie bobbed her head from side to side. “Oh, he’s okay. Just acting like a kid at Disney World for the first time.”

“The moon has that effect on people. Mars, too.”

“Oh, joy.”

A few seconds later, Rodney popped in like a giddy child. “This place is so cool. Wish we could stay longer.”

Of course, they could, but with Cassie glaring at him, Paul dared not say so. “We ready to depart?”

“Yes,” Cassie answered eagerly.

“Captain, can I sit up front with you?”

“I’m not a captain. My name is Paul.” As he spoke, he was watching Cassie who was mouthing please. “It’s technically against the rules, but if you wait until we’re clear of the moon, I’ll allow it.”

“Yea!”

Cassie merely rolled her eyes.

Rodney didn’t forget to come forward once they were away from the moon. He really was fascinated with this experience. It was not the first time Paul had had such a wide-eyed passenger. Rodney had an endless stream of questions throughout the trip. He talked incessantly, which somewhat saved Paul from having to speak much.

About midway, Paul asked Rodney if he needed anything, and he only wanted a soda. Paul then excused himself to see if Cassie wanted something. She was sitting most of the way back at a window seat staring off into… space.

“Can I get you anything,” Paul asked.

“Do you have white wine?”

“Yes.” Paul went on to the galley and poured two sodas–one for himself–and white wine.

“Thank japon porno you,” Cassie said when he handed her the glass. “And thank you for babysitting. I owe you big time.”

“Not the first time I’ve had someone like him.”

Aside from Rodney’s continued rambling, the rest of the trip passed uneventfully. As his passengers exited the ship, he said, “See you in three days.”

* * *

Paul went directly to crew quarters, which was like a tiny motel room, to put up his bag. He then went to the restaurant for a quick dinner. The long flight had been tiring–even though he hadn’t had to do anything–but listening to Rodney wore him out.

“Hey, Paul,” the cute food service manager, Allie, greeted as he took his seat. Like him, her job was multi-tasked. “What can I get you?” she asked in her best bedroom voice.

“Beer and a steak.”

“That was predictable. I get off in a couple of hours.”

They’d gotten together on previous trips. “Not tonight, Allie. I’m worn out.”

“How long are you here?”

“Three days.”

“Tomorrow after lunch, then?”

“Look forward to it.”

* * *

Sleeping late, Paul got up, showered, and headed back to the restaurant for brunch. He didn’t expect to see Cassie and Rodney again until they departed, but he ran into them in the dining room.

“You guys enjoying your stay?” Paul asked.

That set Rodney off with his childish wonder. Again, Cassie merely rolled her eyes.

Allie appeared and asked, “Are the three of you together?”

“No,” Paul quickly answered. “These are my passengers, Cassie and Rodney.”

Greetings were exchanged. Allie knew about Cassie and why she was here. And of course, Rodney had a plethora of questions for the food service manager.

Cassie managed to mention to Paul, “We’re going out in the rover shortly.”

“Oh, Rodney is going to love that.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Want to come along?”

“Sorry, I’ve got plans.” He could see the disappointment in her eyes and wondered what that meant.

“See you shortly, Paul,” Allie said to halt Rodney.

And as they walked off, Cassie had an ah-ha look on her face.

* * *

But Allie later contacted Paul to say she was stuck working lunch, but instead could meet him tonight, and she would come to his quarters later in the afternoon when she got off. Of course, he agreed.

Since he was free now, Paul considered accompanying Cassie and Rodney on the rover tour, but by the time he got there, they had already departed. To kill time, he went to the hanger to check on his spaceliner, not that it needed checking on. There was a ground crew to do that. Finding the ship in order, Paul returned to his quarters until it was time to meet Allie.

Paul had met Allie several months ago after arriving late one night and looking for a meal. She was about to close the restaurant but took pity on him and fed him a nice dinner. They were instantly attracted to one another, so she sat with him while he ate. She was one of many people who had taken year-long jobs on Mars because the pay was so good. Most were single and had no real life outside of work. Allie had been lonely, and Paul showed up at the right time. She invited him to her quarters, and they spent much of her free time in her bed. She then looked forward to his future visits. And it became a way for them to pass the time on his missions to Mars. He came to look forward to going to the red planet, although he had no romantic attachment to Allie, nor she to him.

He was thrilled when she knocked on his door when she got off work. They kissed but not in a loving way, more as a prelude to what would happen when they reached her quarters. Their step from his accommodations to hers was lively. Once inside, they ripped each other’s clothes off eagerly. Their first time was in desperation only making it as far as her sofa. She wanted him inside her right away, and he was only too happy to oblige. They fucked hard and fast, each coming very quickly. Afterward they casually went to her bed.

This is when they usually spent a few minutes catching up since they had last seen one another. Then they would fuck once more a little less intensely before dinner.

However, before their second time could commence, Paul’s communication device sounded. It was someone here on Mars. “I should take this. Ward,” he answered.

“Paul, it’s Cassie.”

“Hi. Everything okay?”

“I need to go back to the moon. The King of England is going to visit, and they want me to cover it.”

“Seriously?”

“Apparently, I’m the only one who could make it in time. Can you take me?”

“And no one knew he was going there sooner?”

“No. For security reasons, they don’t announce these things until they’re about to happen.”

Paul released a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry,” Cassie offered. “I don’t like this any more than you do.”

“No worries. When do you want to leave?”

“I can be at the ship in five minutes.”

“With Rodney?”

“He wants to stay.”

The trip just became more konulu porno interesting. “Okay. I’m on my way.”

Paul got up to dress. Allie did likewise.

“What are you doing?”

“Going back to work.”

“I thought you were off.”

“No, just took some time off to spend with you.”

“Oh. Well, I’m sorry we were cut short.”

She shrugged. “That’s okay. I enjoyed the time we had.”

* * *

Likewise, Rodney wasn’t staying put when Cassie left.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To the restaurant. See if I can get a drink. Let me know when you get to the moon.”

“Okay.”

* * *

Cassie was waiting for Paul dressed in a short button-up-the-front dress that didn’t look like something that should be worn in public. It looked very soft, and the manner in which it was draped over her body made him wonder if she had anything on underneath. She carried an overnight bag and a hanging bag.

“Thank you so much for doing this,” she said by way of greeting.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure your company will be billed for this.”

She merely grinned.

He looked her up and down intentionally. “You’re going to meet the king like that?”

“I didn’t want to take the time to change,” Cassie explained. “I’ll change before we arrive. Are you okay with me as I am?”

“Might as well be comfortable.”

She grinned in satisfaction.

Once on board, Cassie took the first seat on the right side of the front of the ship which put her clearly in Paul’s diagonal view from his pilot seat on the left. She kicked off her shoes and drew her legs up with little regard to how much leg she showed.

Paul quickly went through the pre-flight routine and was lifting up in minutes. He expected Cassie to move into the co-pilot’s seat, but she did not. After he programmed the moon as their destination and the autopilot took over, he got up and stood against the seat across the aisle from her.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked.

“Not right now. Sit and relax,” she suggested gesturing to the seat he was leaning against. “I’m sure it’s against the rules, but I promise I won’t tell.”

“Just for a minute.” So, he sat.

“Did I interrupt your evening with… Allie, is it?”

“Yes, but we both know our jobs come first.”

“Are the two of you an item?”

Shaking his head, Paul answered, “No, we just get together when I have a layover.”

“So, it’s strictly sexual?”

He raised his eyebrows at the directness of her question.

“Sorry. I’m a journalist. We’re inquisitive. I ask a lot of questions.”

“No, it’s not strictly sexual. Although, when she’s not working, there’s not much else to do. Did you dissuade Rodney from coming?”

“No. He wanted to stay, thank god.”

“That sounds like a complicated relationship,” Paul deduced.

“He’s safe. A woman in my position can be a target for men who are looking for a conquest. Like you said about rich people who come to Mars because they’ve been everywhere on Earth and have no place else to brag about, for some men, being able to boast that they’ve been with a celebrity the likes of me is a boost to their egos–and don’t take that as me being full of myself, I’m not.”

“I didn’t. I get it.”

“Rodney is not like that. In fact, he’s almost just the opposite.”

“Now, you sound disappointed.”

She shrugged. “He’s something to do until I find the man I’m really looking for.” To Paul’s raised eyebrows, she added, “I know that sounds awful, but it’s two-sided. He uses me because he gets to go to places with me he couldn’t get to otherwise. Like this trip.”

Paul nodded his understanding.

“Please don’t think I’m–“

“What does it matter what I think?”

“Because I like you, Paul. In my occupation I have to be a good judge of character. Some people you meet you immediately have no use for, some take time to warm up to, and some you instantly like for years. You fit in the last category.”

“Thanks. I guess.”

* * *

Rodney and Allie met entering the restaurant at the same time.

Allie greeted him. “Rodney, isn’t it?” She hadn’t paid much attention to him before when he and Cassie dined, but upon a closer look, he was actually nice looking.

“Yes.” Rodney had noticed Allie before, but since he had been with Cassie, he hadn’t wanted to show any attention to the woman. She wasn’t as beautiful as Cassie, but she was attractive in her own way, and she seemed more down to Earth.

“Late night snack since your girlfriend had to leave?” Allie asked with a smile.

“You know about that?”

“I was with Paul when he received her call.”

Nodding his understanding, Rodney said, “Actually, I was hoping to get a nightcap.”

“Sure. What would you like?”

“Brandy, maybe.”

“Yeah, we have that. I’ll get it.” She was back with it in minutes.

“Would you join me?” Rodney asked.

Allie glanced around the dining room. It was nearly empty at this late hour. “Sure. I can sit for a few minutes.”

“So, how is it living on Mars?” Rodney asked with his usual little boy curiosity.

She chuckled. “It’s exciting… the first couple of months. And then, you see all there is to see here and do all that you are allowed to do and after that, it’s just a job. And you count the days until it’s time to return home.”

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This story is my contribution to the 2010 Halloween contest. I’d appreciate your vote and any comments you’d care to leave.

Thank you.

*

Lizzie didn’t really believe in vampires, although she was careful to always tuck a small gold cross into her pocket, just in case. Any paranormal activity in the old house was most probably explained by the creaks and groans as the centuries-old house settled or by her father’s restless pacing late at night and not by ghosts or poltergeists. Those ‘bumps in the night’ were probably her little brother kicking the bedroom wall as he chased rabbits and ran through the woods or whatever it was that young boys dreamed.

Lizzie liked the idea of an angel watching over her, someone or something keeping her out of trouble, but she certainly didn’t think they really existed. As she looked out her window into the deep, dark expanse of the night sky, she pondered the existence of life out there somewhere, but any signs she saw were more likely to be the lights from an airliner or a satellite orbiting the earth and not visitors from another galaxy.

Lizzie surveyed porno the mounds of discarded clothing scattered over her bed and draped over every available surface. Glancing at the clock and counting backward from the time the Halloween party was scheduled to begin, she figured she had about an hour left to think of a costume, assemble it, get ready and head out the door. She’d been trying to get inspired for the past few hours by thinking about supernatural entities, but had, in reality, spent a great deal of that time tossing things out of her closet and raiding her mother’s stash of clothing. She had made a big mess of her room, but was no closer to finding something to wear than she was when she started.

Lizzie pictured zombies in her mind. They creeped her out and made her uncomfortable, wondering “what if…” No, she didn’t really believe in zombies. She certainly had no desire to dress up as one, especially since there would undoubtedly be several of them out tonight. She wanted to find something special, something that was truly “Lizzie”.

Lizzie knew several of her friends had shopped the local thrift hdx porno stores, scouring the racks for donated bridal gowns and “embellishing” them with red paint and knife slashes and other gruesome touches. She wasn’t ready to get married, she didn’t even have a boyfriend at the moment, but the idea of treating a wedding dress like that, gave her an uneasy feeling. Lizzie didn’t feel she was especially superstitious, but there was no sense in tempting fate, either.

Lizzie spied a pale lavender color in the corner of her closet and pulled out her prom dress from several years ago. She slid the dress over her head, the taffeta rustling as she twirled around in front of the mirror. At last she had an idea. Lizzie took off the dress and swept all the piles of clothing off her bed. She spread the dress out on her bed and dashed into her mother’s sewing room where she took the shears from the table. Gathering the hem of the pale purple taffeta gown in her hand, she cut jagged points into the bottom of the dress. She used the same technique to trim the sleeves.

Lizzie went through the hentai house and down the steps to the basement. She rummaged through her father’s workbench until she spied the roll of Mylar left over from last winter’s weatherization project. She unrolled a length, looking at the faint glimmery sheen of the transparent film as it caught the light from the bare overhead bulb. It would be perfect. She cut off a couple of feet of Mylar, rerolled the rest and put it back on the shelf. She ran upstairs and into her mother’s sewing room once more. Spying a half-filled tube of glitter from some long-forgotten project, she tucked it into her pocket along with an extra glue stick for the hot glue gun she knew she’d find somewhere among her crafting supplies.

Lizzie carried everything back into her bedroom. As the glue gun heated up, she gathered the Mylar in her hands, fashioning make-shift wings which she pinned to the back of her dress with a couple of safety pins. When the gun was hot enough, she triggered a line of glue down the center of the wings and then sprinkled multicolored glitter over it, cleverly hiding the small golden glints of the pins.

Lizzie admired the way her wings fluttered as she moved and took one last look in the mirror. She stepped out under the cool light of the night’s full moon, her tail securely tucked inside her dress.

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Synopsis: Caught in the undertow of the dreadful great Eorfleode War, a young student finds himself spurred to enlist as the result of being given a white feather, for cowardice, by his ex-girlfriend. Facing death and near disaster at every step, he learns about different colored feathers, such as the blood red arrows of the Boar-Men. Damaged in heart and soul, he returns home to a land nearly without men, to feather her nest in an entirely unexpected way. An interlude, and the second chronological story of Weaver’s World.

Sex contents: Some Sex

Genre: Romantic Fantasy

Codes: High Fantasy, MF, FF, Slow, Tears, Harem

Originally Posted at SOL: 2010-05-21

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Thanks to my usual cast and crew of advance readers and editors, especially Dragonsweb I was too young to go and no one could make me! Besides, this particular war didn’t sound like any sort of fun anyway.

From what I’d heard from travelers, the Eorfleode invasion of the Southern Duchies had caused tremendous damage and the slaughter at many of the cities and towns had been great and nearly total. In my view, this was going to be a nasty vicious war that was going to earn its soldiers very little glory, and get a large number of them buried under foreign soil. Fuss or not, I was determined to miss all of the fun by any means possible and just stay home!

My father had a good bit of coin, being the steward for Baron Hamsworth’s estates. He also had a nice big fertile farm of his own with a dozen farmhands to run it, and a stipend waiting for him when he retired. He had placed me into the best local private school to learn to read and write and do sums, to someday soon become an apprentice clerk for him, learning the duties of the baron’s estates, and ready to in turn replace my father someday as steward. Surely he would not want me to leave school over two years early as well? This sort of attitude, when I thought I had logically presented my case to my stern patriarch, just earned me a cuff to the ear and a good many harsh words.

True, I was too young to be forced into military service, but voluntarily serving in the army was honorable duty, he insisted. His own father had been a career sergeant, and he in turn had served in his youth for two years during one of Caestor’s regular incursions onto our lands. He had volunteered, and a bit too early as well to be taken by the conscription gangs. Why could I not do the same, he wondered, to uphold the family honor? Even the baron’s young son, Larque, who was just barely seventeen himself, would be the commanding officer of the regiment, which would also comprise all of the men from the Jasper Valley, which included our town and about a dozen surrounding villages.

“The Boar-Men had invaded Tellismere!” So what. It was just a place far to the west on the other sea shore that I had learned about only as a place on a map. Why the Duke of Oswein had decided that his entire army must be gathered to sail, and with fresh recruits as well, completely escaped me! My father’s words of duty and honor touched me not, and I privately decided that it would be a very chilly day in the seven hells indeed before I’d willing take arms to go to battle… especially a battle very far and beyond our shores.

A war to go repulse the Caestorian legions from our borders once again? Ok, maybe… that was an honorable purpose for which perhaps even I could be probably persuaded to go. But to risk my young life for fetid stinking Tellismere? What was even there that anyone cared about?

*********

Melenna Carlson, in her own unique manner, found a way at school the next day to change my rather firmly made-up mind. While boys and girls did not share classes together, or even much free time except during our lunch period, she and her tightest friends, Elma and Hillæ were checking out the boy’s armbands, eager to find some craven lad from the upper classes who had not yet signed up for service, with the deadline before muster and departure being just two days away.

“Malcome, where is your armband? Surely you’ve already made your oath-pledge!” She asked in a much too loud voice, so porna that everyone in our lunchroom could clearly hear. The room fell silent and I knew that I was going to be in serious trouble. Now I suddenly realized that her long postponed revenge was coming quite due!

We had been friends once, sort of. Well, we had held hands together for a month or two during the early summer, in private, and we’d kissed a bit, and she’d even once let me feel her bare breasts inside of the open neck of her dress. Melenna was a bitch with a stuck up nose, but she did have very nice round soft breasts! She tired of me suddenly, for reasons that I never did quite figure out.

It was perhaps because one late evening while we were kissing, that I ran my fingers along her legs, up the inside of her dress, curious to see how far she’d let me go, and she didn’t stop me at all until my fingers reach her secret hair-covered place. For one magical young teenaged moment I had my hands inside of her, fingering her slit and hole until she screamed and squirmed in my hands. I was untying my trousers so that she could do the same for me when she suddenly got all formal and angry with me. She avoided me for the rest of the month, and a month after the autumn start of school, I saw her kissing another boy, Jensen, from the senior class ahead of me. School rumors were that the two of them were ‘doing it’, fucking like rabbits, every day after school, but I didn’t much care by then anymore.

Jensen had his armband, as did every single one of the other lads from the two classes above me. Every single one of my seniors was going to war, but then again they were all a year or two older than me. Another quick look showed that nearly all of my class year was now wearing the regimental armband as well. Why didn’t anyone seem to get the point?

“I’m too young.” I replied to her, for what must have been at least my tenth explanation of the morning, so far.

“That’s cowardice talking!” She exclaimed, delighted to now make me twist under her knife. “Robeson, Matters, Carver and Rudulf… all friends of yours from your class year, have just made their oaths to go volunteer this very afternoon, why not you as well? Will you be left here then all alone, devoid of any honor?”

In fact, a quick accounting of the situation showed that the odds of reasoning with her now were quite remote. Virtually all of my classmates, even the under-aged ones that were still fifteen like me, either now wore the armband as well, or were standing and lifting a hand in oath to say that they would be joining that very day. As one, they had all been shamed or browbeaten into volunteering. Few of them looked happy about it, but they had now agreed to serve.

It was madness! There were even some armbands on younger classmen boys from the classes lower than mine. They had their armbands as well, boys of thirteen and fourteen driven by a storm of masculine enthusiasm towards the rocks of war! Was I the only one left that had any sense at all? What good were boys who didn’t even have pubic hair yet going to be in battle against inhuman monsters nearly double their size?

What a bunch of rat-assed bastards! Leaving me alone, the only one from my class not volunteering for service! The way Melenna and her friends were glaring at the few remaining holdouts, by the end of the day there wouldn’t be a lad or boy in the entire school left who hadn’t made their oath-pledge. Had everyone gone completely mad?

“Since you apparently have no notions of honor,” she sniffed, as if I were a freshly dropped cow turd, “I shall leave you alone in your cowardice with this one little gift!” She then dramatically flourished and presented a white bird’s feather to me. Probably a common gull feather, but the symbolism of this singular gift was much more important. She had publically branded me as the lowest sort of coward, unfit for honor or the respect of any of my peers… pretty much forever. This sort of black stain did not wear off like drops of ink from my fingers. For a month, a year, or even ten or more until the end of my life, I would be known as the town’s coward, and shunned porno hd accordingly.

The scheming manipulative cunt had now really left me with no other choice at all. I had to defend my honor, such as it was, and with anger I rose to my feet.

“Fine. If Pieter will join with me, we’ll take our oaths this afternoon.”

There! That had really done it! Other than Pieter, who was sort of my best friend and the poorest of us at sports, I was apparently now the last lad or man left in the village that hadn’t joined. He gave me a frightened look, but after watching the rest of our schoolmates glare at him, he quickly nodded his head in agreement. He was going to be as useless in war as tits upon a bull, but I swore to him that I’d try to keep his skinny and short ass protected, and somehow we’d both try and live to the end of this fiasco!

Together that afternoon, we walked dejectedly over to the recruiter bearing the baron’s banner and reluctantly swore our oaths to serve for the duration of the emergency, or at the pleasure of the Duke, and we signed our names to the muster-roll sheet. We each received a single silver shilling, symbolic pay for our enlistment, but we were each pretty sure that this was the last coin we’d ever see again while in uniform. Not quite so, we did get a small wage for our service, which was very irregularly paid, but that’s a later complaint.

**********

It was indeed madness, but we were all caught in a flood that we could not escape from! I was not the only male who had received a white feather, and by the time the regiment was ready to march out of Meryton two days later, the jingo-women, and girls like Melenna had done their job well, for there was hardly a male face left in the entire valley to watch us march off to war.

For better or worse, and to my eyes it seemed worse, every lad capable of growing a pubic hair in the next year or three, and every able man still without a full field of gray or white hair upon their heads, had signed their lives and perhaps their very souls away as well. Every one of us had raised our hand and taken oath to serve our Duke, and our young pimply commander who was barely older than I was. Virtually every single male in the entire river valley was now under arms, except for young boys and aged grandfathers.

As they watched us march off, I wished I had rocks to throw at the smug faces some of some of the women, like Melenna Carlson, and her friends. A few of the smarter, more reasonable women were just now realizing that it was quite possible that many of us wouldn’t return.

Most of us, in fact, did not.

*************

Four hundred and eighty-eight men of Meryton, and the villages of the Jasper Valley marched out together on that cool autumn day, watching the women, all alone, tend to the remaining harvesting. Five years later we returned… just eighteen of us, to a strange land that we didn’t quite remember and no longer understood.

A land nearly entirely without men.

************

The terrible winnowing of our ranks started nearly at once as we marched east towards Palista, the most southern port city on the Paliskios River. It was not at all far, barely three days travel if it were to be straight marched, but it took us a full five, as we had many stops for drill and exercise, stopping and starting our trek along the stony river road.

Jacobs, a senior from my school, was the first to die, falling from the roadside down a deep and rocky hill into the river. His head struck a stone sharply and he could not be revived. Two others, valley villagers that I didn’t personally know, drowned while practicing an exercise to cut logs and then cross a river. The Paliskios was rapid that day, swollen by rains on its short trip to the Inner Sea, and the two were swept away by the current and were never recovered.

Another I did not know, died from a blow to the head stuck by an improperly unpadded weapon during drill practice. He died slowly, over two days, crying loudly nearly constantly for his mother. Most of us, myself included, just wished the lad would hurry and die, or at least hdabla be quiet about it. This memory bothered me considered in the years afterwards, but I already knew that our numbers were cursed to further decrease, without respite.

The wrecking of our troopship, a tired worm-eaten old merchant ship named Gruul’s Anger, a week later in a storm on our first night out of sea, just confirmed for me our dire fate. Fortunately we were not at all far out to sea when the keel of the ship broke upon a hidden rock, tossing us all to the tender mercies of Lagufæ, the banished Sea Goddess. We had been packed into the old half-rotten ship like sardines, both above and below decks. Those of us who were topside managed to leap safely into the sea, but some of those below were trapped unable to escape in time when the old merchant ship turned turtle and rolled over into the sea, soon lost under the angry waves. Some of the survivors in the water fared harshly as well when thrown by the great waves of the sea unto the jagged rocks of the coast, but most… the ones that the goddess deemed to be spared for yet further torment, made it to the upper sands of the shore, and to safety.

Of our number, barely more than half, two hundred and seventy-one to be exact, survived to be boarded upon another transport. Friends and chums I had known for my entire life were swept forever away from me. Already, with but the first major blow, over half of the men and boys that I knew in life were now dead, and we had yet to face our terrible, legendary enemy, the Boar-Men. The only comforting thought to this disaster was that my former romantic rival Jensen was one of the ones lost to the sea. Not that I wanted anything to do with Melenna anymore, not under any circumstances!

*******

Joran, a young man I knew well who worked on my father’s farm, died four days later on the ship and was the first of our number to be formally buried at sea. Two other younger boys that I barely knew from the lowest form at our school, both caught the flux and died within a few hours of each other, with just weakly croaked whimpers at their fate. I saw no honor or glory in their deaths either. Already about half of our number were lost, with not a single tale of glory earned in return.

After landing briefly in Broadmore, and with but a short stretch of our cramped legs, we were once more loaded back onboard ship, with another long voyage to Tellismere ahead of us. The ship’s scuttlebutt did not bear any particularly happy news. Rumors of the complete and total devastation of that Duchy were everywhere. Reports of the size of the horde that we would face were preposterous, and their numbers only seemed to grow. While I could tell that other armies on the other fleets of ships were near us, it was clear that we could be outnumbered, and we would be far away from any further friendly support. Alone, together, we would stand or fall.

Our formerly merry regiment was now a rather morose company of two hundred and sixty-eight men who had already seen too much death, even before we saw the first arrow flights of battle.

*********

Of my first battle, the relief of the sieged town of Haldyne, I can say little. Nearly at once after landed upon the shores of the lake in the early morning hours of darkness, our numbers were much divided and we became easily lost from one another in the dark. With Pieter close at hand, the two of us boys, little more than reluctant soldiers in ill-fitting leather garb much too big for us, moved inland and we tried to find the poor dirt road that led to the town in the dark. We never found it, although we must have crossed it at least twice in the pitch black darkness before dawn.

I did have a good spear, that I had kept well sharpened, and Pieter had a short bow that he had been barely trained in its use. Still, we went looking for trouble, and as invariably happens, trouble found us first. We had a short messy and utterly terrifying short battle with a lone boarman who stood at least two heads above either of us. I think he was as surprised by the sudden encounter in the dark as we were and he just let out an astonished cry of pain when I instinctively without thinking skewered his belly with my spear. He fell, wounded and not quite dead, and we immediately ran away in the other direction, satisfied that we’d done our bit in this first battle.

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“Mom? Is it really you?”

Sophia stands before her Mother’s floating astral body.

“I’m here Sophia.” Her voice more distant than at first.

Sophia reaches up to touch her Mother, her hand passing through the ghostlike body. She then pauses to listen to her parasitic friends within.

“Jack’s bio-chemistry, Mom’s connection to her Wedding ring that I’m wearing now bonded us. Elle was the channel. Mom latched on to her because she was the last to touch her ring.”

Elle looked haunted by her possession. Malcolm steps in to comfort her. She needed the shoulder for certain.

Jack now joined by Ruby moves closer to Madigan.

“Welcome back Mrs. Ridge.” Ruby hesitates.

“How am I back? I’m a ghost.”

“Keep calm Maddy.” Jack directs.

“Calm? I’m dead Asshole. How is this possible?”

“Mom. You didn’t leave me. Your ring grounds you to me. It was a Doctor Frankenstein move. Jack’s new bio chemistry offered enough electricity to draw you out. His weaver bug is a healer. He might not have been able to save your body but between all of us we saved your spirit. I think this place we’re in causes temporal fluxes. Your spirit was just waiting to crawl out. We pulled you through.”

Ruby raises an eyebrow, “Since when are you so knowledgeable?”

“My friends are explaining it to me. I’m just telling you all what they tell me.” Sophia shrugs.

Elle feels a tingling sensation in her left arm, nothing painful, merely a cool tingle. She shivers and looks over at Malcolm holding her close. He notes her eyes become glossy and winces.

“You okay Elle?” Malcolm asks.

“Just a chill. I’m fine.” She pats his hand and notices the blisters from digging graves.

“No gloves around. They’ll heal in time.” He frowns.

As her right hand touches his he feels a fire enter his body. Without a moment to ponder he watches his calluses and blisters instantly heal.

“BEEJEEZUS!” He releases Elle to examine his hands, “What did you do?”

Cameron moves in to check it out as porno video Elle steps back to look at her own hands. Her left hand was glittering under the skin. The sparkle in the daylight twinkled. She didn’t know what to make of it all.

Malcolm looks at Jack and Ruby showing them his hands, “What do you make of that?”

Attention divided Jack stays with Maddy Ridge and her daughter Sophia. He felt that was where the true concern should be.

Ruby however felt in charge and had to question everything. She looks at Elle for insight.

“Did that situation earlier do something to you too?” Ruby narrows her eyes at Elle.

“It was certainly a weird feeling but I’m fine. Almost like something entering my body like a possession maybe.”

Ruby holds Elle’s left hand, still shimmering, “What about this? Your skin feels harder than it should be.”

Elle puckers, “Feels the same to me.”

“Maybe you should have James Ian check you out.”

“I’m fine Ruby. Please don’t fuss over me.”

Ruby narrows her eyes with a firm scowl, “Who outranks you?”

Elle fidgets then turns away and returns to the ship. Malcolm watches her stroll away before looking at his palm again. Ruby nudges closer to look him over.

“This place just gets weirder all the time. Go join Elle and James. Explain what happened to him and get checked out yourself.” Ruby encourages.

Malcolm nods in agreement and traipses away. As soon as he’s gone Cameron Scott joins Ruby.

“Okay. Aliens. Crazy bugs. Pterodactyl’s. Possessions. Ghosts. What’s next?” He fiddles with his ball cap.

Ruby offers him an expression of uncertainty, “I’m not sure what’s good news and bad news. Jack being back helps my nerves. He seems fit and on top of things. Not much shocks him. Sophia? Little worried about her new friends as she calls them. Her Mother’s ghost freaks me out. Still, if her Mom’s around then Sophia might keep her sanity. I just hope we do.”

“We never did test that bird to see if it’s edible. Longer it rots gay porno over there he won’t be good. I guess the fact it looks intact means there’s no other predators nearby.” Cameron points out.

“At the moment. My gut says it’s just a matter of time. Go ahead while you have it on your mind. Grab a sample and get it to James. Keep the kid busy so he doesn’t get into trouble. If it’s good we can grill out tonight.”

“On it.” He immediately leaves her for the decaying dinosaur.

Ruby then chose to return to Jack’s side. He had been communicating with the ghost of Madigan Ridge.

“Maddy I know this is crazy but at least we still have you. Better than not at all.” Jack stands with arms folded.

Sophia agrees, “Exactly. I need you Mom.”

Maddy floats above them, “What you need is clothing young lady.”

“Speak for yourself. You do realize your clothing doesn’t leave your body when you go to the spirit world. You’re just as naked as I am.”

Maddy peers at herself with a look of awe. She had failed to notice in all of the drama.

Jack lowered his gaze suddenly. He knew what was coming.

“Stop looking at me Soldier. That’s an order.” Maddy shouts, her sudden outburst deafening, forcing Ruby and Jack to hold their ears. It was almost damaging to their hearing. Ruby worst of all.

The scream made Maddy offer a terrified look, “Oh my God. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I would cause that. I’ll try and remain calm.”

Ruby enters the fray, “Mrs. Ridge. There’s not much we can do to clothe either of you. I guess we just get used to it. Until we find an alternative. If ever.”

Sophia snorts, “Just be glad Daddy bought you that boob job.”

Maddy frowns, “Uncalled for.”

“Sorry Mom. I couldn’t resist.”

Jack picks up on a new sound around them. Almost a hissing noise. Astonished that even his hearing had evolved to a degree it puts his defenses in check. Scanning around he follows the noise. Ruby stood dumbfounded by his reaction but follows him hd porno none the less. They moved over to where the aliens were dissolved. The ground was literally bubbling up before them.

“What now?” Ruby scowls.

Before their eyes more ghosts rose from the soil. Six to be precise. The dead Goranthian’s floated as Maddy was doing. However they were not responding as she was. Their gaze was affixed and looking toward the distance. In seconds they merely drifted away into the distance.

“Wonder where they’re going?” Jack squints.

Maddy reacts, “I can hear something calling me. A soft reassuring but controlling voice. But, I’m staying here. For some reason I have a choice I think.”

“It’s our bond. Yours, Mine, Elle, and Jack. I think you are part of all of us.” Sophia adds.

Jack squints testing his vision’s increase as he watches the Goranthian’s fade away. He would educate the distance to be just under a mile. He smirked to himself, liking the enhancements.

Ruby snaps her fingers in front of him to recapture his attention. He merely winks at her and turns away. His focus returned to Maddy Ridge.

“Are you connected to the Goranthian’s too?”

She creases her brow, “Strangely I think I can feel them. Their spirits are being pulled against their will. I sense fear in them. Should I know the same fear?”

Jack shrugs, “You resisted. I would say no. Keep resisting. Obviously, we know very little about this place we’re in. The more we learn the better. I know you’re traumatized. So are we. If you learn more about your state or your surroundings please let us know.”

Maddy nods then peers down at her physical body below, “I think you should bury me. I don’t imagine I’ll be going back to that body. I look horrible.”

Jack agrees, “I intended to dig you a private grave. Respect and all.”

Maddy smiles, “Place me with the others. I’m fine with that.”

He then crouches down to gather her body up and moves to the larger grave of corpses. Stepping down into it he lays her to rest. Once out he begins shoveling dirt back into the hole. Ruby joined him with a second shovel. Within the hour they were done.

Jack and Ruby then stood vigil over the grave and saluted the fallen.

Silence was necessary.

Peace.

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I had worn the wrong outfit to the airport. Liz, my best friend of ten years, had been smart to bring a cardigan. I shivered beside her, rubbing my palms against my bare arms.

Liz looked me up and down. “Did you at least pack a pair of sweatpants or something?” She refreshed the weather forecast on her phone. “It’s going to drop below fifty on Friday night.”

It’s July, I thought. Does it really get that cold in Colorado in July?

Liz was, as it was becoming evident, way more prepared for the trip than I was–she had been vacationing in Breckenridge with her family for her entire life. I had never been there before, but Liz’s mother was getting married, and when Liz offered to pay for my plane ticket, it seemed like a good opportunity to use up some vacation days. Liz’s family was loaded–multiple vacation homes kind of loaded–and I was looking forward to a week of expensive wine and nice linens.

But now, standing here with Liz, I was beginning to fear I didn’t know what I gotten myself into. How was I supposed to know to bring sweatpants to a summer wedding? I lived in the south; I hadn’t thought of sweatpants since April.

“Shit, the boys’ flight got delayed–again.” Liz gathered her hair until a pile on top of her head and began frantically drafting a text to her mother. “Mom’s going to flip her shit.”

Liz’s mother Sarah was marrying Steve, a long-time boyfriend who had recently finalized his divorce from his ex-wife, the mother of his three boys. I had never met any of Steve’s boys, but had heard stories of them over the years through Liz, who had basically adopted them as her siblings.

Trey, the youngest, was in his junior year of college; Chase, the middle child, the wild one, was the one with whom Liz was the closest. Paul, the eldest, had been in and out of the military for years, and had recently taken a job with Steve’s venture capital firm.

It hadn’t occurred to me before now that I would know no one else at the wedding except for Liz and her mother: How was I going to fill the time at all the cocktail hours and reception dinners? Who was I going to talk to?

I picked at my nails absentmindedly, and tried to think about the wine. Just a five-hour plane ride, a two-hour car ride, and I would be in their family chalet, tucking myself into freshly laundered, 500-thread-count sheets…

The next morning, I opened my eyes to see Liz perched on the side of the bed, balancing a steaming mug of coffee in her hands.

She handed it off to me, smiling. “Peace offering.”

Liz was never this thoughtful in the morning. I sighed and accepted the coffee. “You have to work, don’t you?”

Liz worked for a Silicon Valley startup that paid very little but demanded most of her time.

“Please don’t hate me,” she said.

I sat up in bed and looked at the alarm clock next to the bed: 10 a.m.

“How could I possibly hate you after nine hours of sleep?” I said.

She smiled. “You’re the best. Just a couple of calls, and I’ll be done before you know it. Promise” She got up to leave, checking her phone for messages. “There’s breakfast in the kitchen. Oh, and the boys got in late last night.”

Steve insisted that I eat my breakfast with him while he watched CNN and took intermittent work calls, so for most of the morning I was held hostage on the couch in my pajamas, waiting for the opportunity to dip back into my bedroom and hide.

Paul had been up for hours, working diligently on the second floor. He’d come down once earlier to consult with Steve on some work issue, and he’d hardly looked at me. I was floored by how attractive Paul was. His time in the military was apparent: close-cropped hair cut into a fade, dark tribal tattoos on his forearms, wide chest, big biceps. He was quiet and serious, maybe a little bit frightening, and totally absorbed by his work. He had glanced over at me as he turned to go back upstairs and paused briefly, taking in the whole of me. I was still in my ratty, thin pajamas, with my hair pulled back into a ponytail, and his pointed gaze made me deeply self-conscious. I felt an overwhelming urge to run away, apologize, or both.

Chase had ambled into the kitchen only a half hour later, opening cabinets and banging around pans.

“Dad, where’s the bread?” he yelled from the other room.

“On the counter,” Steve yelled back, referring to the gluten-free, sugar-free loaf on the counter that I hadn’t even tried.

Chase peeked his head into the living room and replied, “No, the real bread.”

It was then that he noticed me sitting next to Steve.

“Oh, hey. You must be Kate.”

I blushed, despite myself. What had Liz told him about me?

I stood up. “Hey. Nice to meet you…”

“Chase,” he said. “I’m Chase.” Covering his eyes were black-rimmed sunglasses, which to me seemed both ridiculous and charming.

He was shirtless, his body slightly soft but with a mass of muscle beneath, like he had formerly been an athlete, perhaps in high school, and was wearing basketball shorts that Kurtköy travestileri sat beneath his hips, a small swath of dark pubic hair visible above them. On his feet were a pair of snakeskin cowboy boots.

He must have noticed me sizing him up or seen the smile sneaking its way onto my face, because then he laughed awkwardly and said, “Late night.”

He took off his sunglasses and extended a hand. “Nice to finally meet you, Kate. And sorry for all the noise last night. After we finally caught a flight we felt like celebrating.”

His face was boyish and handsome, with light freckles across his nose and full lips shaped like a heart. The resemblance to Paul–and his father–was striking, though he was a good deal shorter. The deep purple bags under his eyes made him look mischievous but vulnerable, and I was instantly endeared to him.

“I slept right through it. I’m a deep sleeper.”

He still gripped my hand in his, looking me up and down. I couldn’t help but feel he was assessing me, like one might assess a prized cow. I wonder if Liz had told them what I looked like, what discrepancies or omissions Chase was noticing now. “Noted. Well, I’m sure I’ll see you tonight at the rehearsal?”

I nodded, trying to look noncommittal, but inside I was ecstatic: I knew one more person at the rehearsal dinner. Already I felt like throwing my arms around him in gratitude.

“Absolutely.”

I sat back down next to Steve, who briefly looked up at Chase, only to say, “Chase, put a shirt on. We have guests,” before turning back to the television.

I didn’t see Trey until well past three. Liz, despite her better efforts, was still stuck on Zoom meetings with no end in sight, and I had done all I could do to kill time waiting.

I had just eaten half of an expensive granola bar, chucking the rest, when Trey wandered into the kitchen. Liz had told me that he still lived at home with Steve and Sarah, because of some vague, unspecified illness that made him sleep a lot. He looked weak: he was tall, as tall as Paul and his father, but far leaner: sinewy and bony, his skin pale, ashy blonde hair falling in his eyes. He looked younger than 21 to me, more boyish than either of his brothers–the baggy sweatpants and Minnesota Vikings tee didn’t help–but he still he had the same handsome, angular features that seemed to be common in his family: the full lips, the strong jaw, deep-set eyes under a rigid brow.

I had also been warned that he was deeply shy, more so than the usual shyness of boys his age. He silently made himself a peanut butter sandwich, only acknowledging my presence when he nearly bumped into me. We found ourselves face to face, squeezed together between the kitchen island and countertop.

His face turned a deep red, and he mumbled “Sorry” before practically sprinting back downstairs. Well, I thought. One brother thinks he’s too good to talk to me, and one is terrified of me. But I guess one out of three isn’t so bad. I wondered what Chase was doing now, what he would be wearing to the rehearsal dinner, how I might ensure that our paths would cross without looking like I was engineering it.

Despite my fears, I had actually overdressed for the rehearsal dinner. Everyone there was dressed in the way that rich people who have nothing to prove often do: linen, plain jackets, neutral colors and deceptively understated jewelry. I had brought an ankle-length floral dress with a slit up the thigh. I might as well have shouted at the top of my lungs that I didn’t know what a broker really did or how best to go about training a horse.

The first part of the evening had gone better than I imagined: Liz and I had helped her mother decorate the house for the ceremony on Saturday and polished off a bottle of white wine. Liz and her mother weren’t fighting, and as the guests began trickling in, I felt good, in spite of the sea of unfamiliar faces.

Liz and her soon-to-be stepfather were conferring in a corner of the kitchen when Chase appeared next to me.

“Happy to see you brought something other than pajamas.”

I looked him up and down. He was wearing a navy-blue suit jacket with matching pants, brown leather loafers, and, inexplicably, the same pair of sunglasses.

“Do you have a secret-service thing going on or are you hiding something under there?” I said, lifting the glasses away from his face. He swatted my hand away.

Chase laughed. “Hey, easy with the shades.”

“Do me a favor and let me know about any bomb threats. I’d like to eat a few more cupcakes before any emergency evacuations.”

“Oh, you’re funny. My sister didn’t tell me you were funny.”

“Well, she didn’t tell me a lot about you boys, either,” I said.

I stared at Paul from across the room, who was surrounded by a group of Steve’s business associates. He looked up to meet my eye, and I looked away quickly, embarrassed and red. Trey was gripping a beer bottle with both hands, standing on the fringe of the crowd and looking lost.

“Don’t let Kurtköy travestileri Paul scare you,” Chase said. “He’s a massive softie. He’s just trying to be all hard now that he’s working the family business. He’s fresh meat.”

“I’m not scared of Paul,” I said, perhaps a little too quickly.

“And me?” Chase asked, cocking his head. “Are you scared of me?”

I thought for a moment. “Should I be?”

Chase put his hand on my waist–from the outside I suppose it looked only gentlemanly, but the warmth of his hand, the way his fingers dug into my back, sent ripples of electricity down to my feet. He leaned into me, whispering in my ear, “You should absolutely be scared of me.”

My eyes widened and I felt my heart racing in my ears; a moment passed between us before he laughed, pulling away from me. “You’re way too easy to fuck with. We’ll have to work on that. Do you want a drink? Let me get you a drink.”

I tried to drink the concoction Chase had made for me slowly–something strong, barely masked by a few different kinds of organic juice and some Perrier–but I still felt it go directly to my head. What I found myself wanting was a cigarette. I hadn’t had one in years, since college probably, but any time I drank I couldn’t help the old compulsion from coming back.

I opened the door to the front porch, thinking someone in this crowd was bound to have a secret smoking habit.

Paul was outside, leaning against the railing. In his hand he had a small silver vape, which he was pulling from slowly.

“Thank god,” I said, momentarily forgetting our tense encounter earlier hadn’t exactly been an introduction. He said nothing.

I stood beside him. “I’m Kate, Liz’s friend. Hi.” I didn’t know what else I should say.

“I know who you are.”

“Right.” How could I ask for a hit of the vape without seeming like I was intruding? I was still trying to think of something witty when he wordlessly put the vape in my hand.

“Oh my god, thank you–” I began, but he cut me off.

“Keep it.” He adjusted his suit jacket, smoothing it down. It looked like he might rip it from his shoulders. I wondered if he missed the military, if he was so angry because he had to make phone calls all day instead of doing chin-ups. I had a brief and fleeting thought of how easily hid body would crush mine, him snapping me in half like a brittle twig.

He broke the silence. “You know my brother’s a real asshole. Don’t let him give you shit.”

“Oh, he wasn’t giving me shit.” I felt the need to defend him, inexplicably.

“He likes to take things too far. See what people will allow him to do.” He looked ahead, his brow tense. “It’s best to just not allow him anything. He’s still a little boy. He’ll learn one day.”

Learn what? I thought. I had more questions than answers with Paul. It felt impossible to read him.

I almost asked him what he meant, but he began walking towards the door. He turned to me one last time and said, “We’re partying tonight, right?”

I felt like it would be disobedience to say no–he said it with such conviction and sternness that without thinking, I replied, “Yeah, of course. Of course we are.”

He tapped his hand on the doorway as he stepped inside and said, “Good. Okay, good,” before disappearing.

Later that night, after Liz and I said goodnight to the guests and sent her parents to bed, I took Liz into the walk-in pantry to tell her everything that Paul said.

“Oh, don’t mind Paul. He gets all territorial with Chase. He’s like a big Pitbull.”

“Territorial?” I asked.

“Yeah, just ignore him. He’s been that way forever. Any girl Chase has ever brought home has had to deal with it. They have a lifelong pissing match going on.”

“I talked to Chase for ten minutes–maybe.”

“But you’re prettyyy,” Liz said, poking me in the side. I could tell she was already well on her way to being wasted.

“Ew, Liz.” I tried to scoff. “They’re your brothers now. There’s no way I would get with any of them.” It felt like it should be obvious to Liz that I was faking my disgust, but she was too busy digging into a box of Goldfish to care.

She looked up excitedly, setting down the box. “Let’s go do shots.”

The boys were congregated in the basement, playing pool. Liz ended up going to bed after one and a half shots. I felt panicked watching her stumble up the stairs, totally alone with her brothers now–what would I say to them? I had no idea how to play pool. I ducked behind the bar at the far end of the basement, making myself a drink very slowly, contemplating my next move.

Chase slipped behind the bar next to me, putting a folded-up note into my palm. He held his finger to his lips, be quiet, and grabbed a beer from the fridge, popping the cap off of it on the side of the countertop. I noticed Paul across the room, eyeing Chase like an eagle as Trey lined up his shot. Chase went and joined them, and I stood there, still stunned. Did he really just pass me a note? Were we in seventh Travesti kurtköy grade again? I truly couldn’t remember the last time I had been passed a note. It made sense, though–he didn’t have my number–but what would he need to say to me that couldn’t be said out loud?

I crumpled the paper in my fist and ducked into the bathroom, sitting down on the edge of the tub to read it.

“theres a spare bedroom on the 2nd floor–meet me up there in 15? just say you’re tired or something”

My heart pounded so hard I could hardly hear anything else. Was Chase really making a move on me through a note? I considered it; I wasn’t against keeping whatever this was under wraps. I didn’t want Liz knowing, so, probably, no one else in the family should. Maybe Trey would tell his dad; Paul would certainly object, considering his weird monologue earlier, but surely he wouldn’t stand in the way? I felt a pang of sadness only as an afterthought to my excitement: I had been genuinely curious about what Paul had meant when he said we would “party.” I guess I would never know. I glanced down at my phone, noting the time, pretended to wash my hands, and made a big show of coming out of the bathroom.

I stretched my arms above my head and faked a yawn.

“Y’all, I’m getting pretty sleepy.” I looked around at the room. Chase and Trey were taking turns throwing darts at a board mounted on the far end of the basement, and Paul was perched on the side of the pool table, refreshing his email on his phone. He looked up at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say ‘y’all’ in real life.”

He looked equal parts amused and repulsed. I felt an annoyance for him growing. “Well, there’s a first for everything, isn’t there?” I wondered if I was more snappy than I needed to be.

“Don’t tell me we’re boring you, cowgirl,” he said, putting on a heavy southern drawl.

“It’s been a long day,” I said, searching for Chase’s eyes across the room. Paul followed my gaze, his brow knitting with an emotion I couldn’t read. Was he offput? Angry? Just annoyed? Whatever it was, he could deal. It wasn’t my problem anymore.

“Well, goodnight boys. See you all in the morning.”

Oddly enough, Trey was the only one who responded, the only real words other than “sorry” that he’d said to me all day.

“But we were just about to smoke. I’ve got enough for everyone,” he said, pushing his hair back. It was evident he’d had a few beers, loosened up. I wondered if girls at his school thought he was cute and mysterious, if he invited them back to his dorm to offer them his weed.

“That’s really sweet of you,” I said, making my way up the stairs. “But I’m going to take a nice, long shower and get some sleep. Nighty-night.”

As soon as I made it up the stairs and closed the door to the basement behind me, I took off my heels and began to sprint up to the second floor, taking the stairs two at a time. I eventually found the vacant guestroom and slipped into it, the distant sound of Liz’s snoring coming through the walls. I felt around for a light, bumping into the heavy wooden bedframe and various leather chairs. But before I could find a switch, I saw the crack of light beneath the door grow into a bright swath, and heard Chase close the door behind him.

“I told them I was going to grab more beers–they won’t miss me.”

I turned to him. “Are you sure? Paul won’t wonder where you’ve gone?”

“Paul’s head is too far up his own ass to think too hard about that.”

“Well, what’s with the note, then? Is this part of your whole secret service bit?”

“A little discretion isn’t so bad, is it?”

“You didn’t want Paul to know,” I said, perhaps too bluntly.

“Paul thinks he should have everything,” Chase said, anger in his voice. “Because he’s the eldest, he should get the job at dad’s firm, get all the bragging rights at family dinners.” He paused. “I just wanted to get to you first,” he said, softer.

“And he would have done what if he knew we were going upstairs?” I asked. “We’re grown adults, you know.”

He sighed. “Is it so bad to want one thing all to myself?”

The way he was looking at me, like he was so proud to have won me, secreted me away all by himself, like a boy with a prize, melted me. I reached out to kiss him, and he pulled me into him with urgency, his hands gripping my face, hard.

We fell onto the bed together, me on top of him, and I could feel a massive bulge pressing into my leg. It didn’t even feel fully hard yet, just massive and soft. I wondered, briefly, if all of Steve’s sons were hung like this, but tried to shake the thought from my mind.

Before I could even notice it, Chase had unzipped my dress and shimmied it down to my hips. He sucked on a nipple hungrily while I kicked the dress off, hearing the soft silk fall into a pile on the floor.

I ground my hips into him, feeling the massive thing between his legs grow with each thrust. I noticed that I was only wearing panties, and he was still fully clothed. I slipped off the bed and onto the ground to unbuckle his pants while he worked on his shirt.

I never gave head in my personal life, my real life, back home. Of course I had, in the past, for boyfriends, but never a hookup, never someone I didn’t know. But this felt different–I felt like I needed his dick in my mouth, now.

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Jan went to use the back bath room to start cleaning out her ass. I had put the enemas in there and our bath room. Cheri went to tell the others there were drinks in the kitchen. I realized we needed ice as there wasn’t that much room in the fridge and my ice maker in the fridge would never keep up. Since I was still dressed, I was the one to go get some.

Before I left Leanne told me: “There is a large cooler on my back deck, grab it to put the beer in.”

I realized she was right and hoped that Stop I’ll have the delivery kid bring it over. It plugs in and just put water in and some ice to start. Once it gets to the right temp you won’t need to add more ice.”

I asked him: “How much does it hold?”

He told me: “Four cases of twelve once cans.”

I started to take out my wallet when he said: “You didn’t listen, I said you can have it. I have no use for it and just haven’t gotten around to throwing it out because I have to pay to get rid of it. So, I am rid of it and you have a free cooler.”

That solved the ice and extra cooler problem and we most likely won’t need to use Leanne’s that was in the back of my car. Wilsom even gave me a ten-pound bag of ice, so I was all set and could skip the super market for ice. When I got back Cheri and my daughter MaryAn were in the kitchen drinking wine.

Cheri said: “That is not enough ice.”

I told her: “Wilson is giving us and electric cooler and this ice for free. His driver is bringing it over now. Don’t do more for him than you did for his boss.”

She smiled and told me: “That depends on how cute he is and the size of his cock.”

He arrived fifteen minutes later and needed help bringing in the cooler. I was glad I hadn’t taken off my clothes yet. It was larger than I expected, but would fit in the mud room inside the back door with room to spare.

I asked him” “Do you want to come in, I can arrange for you to get a tip.”

He told me: “Old man Wilson told me about his tip and said if mine is better he will fire me.”

I called out to Cheri: “Sweet heart the cooler is here the guy needs a tip.”

Instead, Leanne came into the kitchen and stopped when she saw who the delivery guy was. She said to him: “Joey if you ever tell anyone about this, I will tell your mother you are having sex with the women you are delivering to. You know she will march you right to church and make you have confession with Father Doyle. Then she will make you quit your job and work where is works to keep an eye on you.”

Joey said: “I know this might become a regular thing and I don’t want to screw it up. So, Mrs. Cline my lips are sealed.”

Leanne told him: “There are rules, one you get tested and two no sex out side this group. If you break the rules I tell your mother, is that clear.”

He replied: “Yes, mam.”

She told him: “Drop your pants and I will jerk you off so you can cum on my tits.”

He did as she told him and it only took five minutes till, he sprayed her tits with his load. She scooped some of it with her finger and offered it to him. He hesitated for a couple of seconds before he sucked her finger clean.

He started to blush when he realized I watched him do it. She told him: “Get use to that, but it will be out of my pussy next time. You need to learn if the woman doesn’t get off, but you do. You need to use your mouth to finish her off.”

He said: “If that is what I have to do to be able to fuck you, I’ll do it.”

She asked him: “Are you willing to lick my tits clean now to prove it?”

He didn’t say a word just started licking his cum off her tits. I wondered if he had eaten his own cum before or has he sucked cock and swallowed the load. I guess time will tell.

When he left, I asked Leanne: “You offered him to be a regular before you saw his cock, how come.”

She said: “He lives next door and he doesn’t always close his blinds. I have seen him jerking off several times, so, I knew how big is cock is and that he eats his own cum.”

I asked: “So, you knew who was coming and you wanted to make him one of our group?”

She told me: “Yes, I have had him over to help do things and made sure he got to see my tits and pussy under lose clothes. Hoping to make him a lover and keep it from hjs holier than thou mother, by his helping me with stuff. But he just never took the hint. I hope it is alright to met him here even when there isn’t a party?”

I told her: “Run it by Cheri because she may want to enjoy him also, plus I will want to watch now and then.”

She said: “Hell take pictures and video as long as you don’t put them online or show them outside our group. I hope he is willing to let my cuck suck his cock.”

I asked her: “How is your mother doing stretching her ass?”

She told me: “When I came out here, she was getting ready to let the guy with the thickest cock start to do her.”

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The door bell rang and I looked at my watch it was only 4:15, Tito wasn’t do for an hour. I went to the door and wondered who it could be, looking out I was glad to see Tito had gotten off early. Opening the door, he came in and was removing his clothes as he went to the living room.

Jan saw him and said: “These guys have stretched me some and I have KY Jelly, but you will need to go slow to start.”

Dallas and Kimmie lubed his cock and her ass. He moved behind her and started to try and push his massive cock into Jan’s ass. The head slipped in and she had him stop till she adjusted to the size. Then she had him fed her ass more of his cock. It took a half hour before he was balls deep in her. She had several orgasms before he was in all the way. He slowly started to fuck her ass till she told him to fuck her harder. Several orgasms later he told her he was about to cum.

She told him: “Fill my ass, but doing my web show I want you to cum in my mouth and on my face.”

When he finished shooting his load and pulled out, Sue got behind her and used her phone to take a picture of her mother’s wide open asshole and the cum pooled inside it.

Cheri asked her: “How was it compared to him fucking your pussy?”

Jan told her daughter: “Honey that was the best fuck I have ever had. The porn star that I asked for advice was right, you can handle much longer and thicker cock in your ass and the orgasms are much better. You said you would never ley him fuck you in you pussy again, but think about taking him in your ass. Believe me you will, want him to do it often, I can’t wait to do him during my web show.”

Leanne said: “Mom don’t stand up or you will mess the rug, your ass is so open the cum will flow right out of you.”

Cheri went to the kitchen and came back with a plastic tumbler. My daughters helped her up as Cheri held the tumbler under her mother’s ass. I was surprized how much cum came out of her ass. The tumbler was half full.

Kimmie asked her to bend over and when she did, I saw that her ass was still wide open. I felt she will need to wear a diaper till it is back to normal. If she keeps letting him fuck her there, she will need one all the time. I hope Cheri doesn’t let him fuck her there, it would make it hard to work as an escort wearing a diaper.

She said: “No way, is he fucking me there either, she needs a diaper and god knows how long she will need to.”

Jan was done for the rest of the day and Cheri helped her to go up stairs and take a shower. Juan and his guys needed to recoup and decided to take off. Kimmie needed to get home as she was opening the diner in the morning and had to get up at 3AM. Tito was willing to stay, but none of the women were willing to let him fuck them, so he had a beer and talked to Curt about how he started giving free massages to women.

Cheri came back down and was talking with my daughters and Dallas, while Leanne and Sue were talking on the phone with who I figured was one of their husbands.

Cheri came over to me when she finished talking with the girls and said: “Betty Ann and Dallas are moving into the back bed room as soon as they can rent out their condo. MaryAnn already has her house on the market, for now she is leaving the furniture for the realtor to show the house. She already rented a storage locker and move most of the things she wants into it. Betty Ann and Dallas will rent one and move their personal stuff into it.

Tomorrow I will make appointments for the four of us to have our hair and makeup done the next day in the morning. I will also make an appointment to introduce then to Cyd and Jake in the afternoon.”

I said: “Let me guess, you and Dallas will be made up and your hair done to look almost alike?”

She replied: “I love how smart you are, to figure out what I was up to.”

I said: “I figured Betty Ann would want to be an escort when Dallas decided to do it. But MaryAnn wanting to go to apply is a surprise, what made her decide to do it?”

Cheri said: “When Kimmie and I told her the amount of money she was interested. It was all the sex with no commitment that intrigued her the most. She told me she had more and better orgasms today than she had in the last five than quote ‘the asshole gave me, thank god for my vibrator’.”

I said: “I am surprised she didn’t take a lover or picked up guys to pleasure her.”

She Konya travestileri said: “She considered stripping with Betty Ann and Dallas and tricking in the VIP room. Especially after she found out about Jeff’s other family.”

I told her: “My girls turning tricks is something I never would have thought would happen, after what their mother turned into.”

Cheri told me: “It is common for some wives whose husbands are deployed to work in the sex industry. The money is part of it, but the sex without the attachment is the main reason they do it. One of my assignments was to deal with the wives that did it. In most cases the husband knew about it and was ok with it. They preferred the wife be a whore than get involved with a guy and leave him.”

I asked her: “What about wives that were deployed with the husband back home. Did you ever have any cases like that to deal with?”

She smiled and told me: “Several, some had an agreement that the husband could if he was alright with her getting some also while deployed. One the wife was ok as long as it was only oral sex, and she agreed to only have oral sex also. The craziest on was the wife was bi-sexual and her lover was also deployed with her. She was arranging dates for him with the wives of guys she was deployed with. Her deal was she and her partner would have sex with the guys if they allowed her husband to fuck their wives.”

I was shocked and said: “It wasn’t like this when I was your age, how times have changed.”

She said: “The only thing that has changed is people are more open about it. Speaking about talking about it, have you come up with other businesses we may be able to trade with.”

I told her: “I think my best bet is to talk to Wilson about it. He has many business contacts and may know who is inclined o want to trade goods or services for sex.”

She said: “Mom told me some of the women Curt massages and fucks talk about their husbands having affairs. He maybe able to help point out prospects.”

I asked her: “Do you think Harry may know some people that would be interested?”

She said: “I will have mom talk to him.”

Two weeks later my girls and Dallas were moved in and they were working for Cyd and Jake. Cheri and Dallas had already done four dates as twin sisters, three of them with just one guy each time and one with brothers. Betty Ann and MaryAnn were also booked twice as twins. Jake made it clear to the clients that they would not have sex with each other. Of course, that didn’t apply with Cheri and Dallas and the dates gladly paid extra to watch them doing each other.

With four women and only two bathrooms, I needed to do something. I asked Wilson: “Do you know a plumber that would be interested in making a barter deal?”

He asked: “You mean a barter deal like ours?”

I said: “Yes,”

He replied: “I know just the guy, I will call him and let you know what he says, I will also let him know he has to get tested and show you the results.”

Three days later the plumber came to the house and introduced himself. His name was Jerry and I explain what I needed. He told me I had two options, one add a bathroom in the attic and the other add one in the basement.

I asked him: “What about adding both?”

Jerry said: “The problem is the water you would need.”

I asked: “What can you do to fix that?”

He said: “The feed coming in is big enough, but after the meter it is only half inch. I would have to run a three-quarter line and connect it to all the feeds to the other bath rooms and your kitchen. Then run a line up to the attic for the new bath room up there. The one down here is just a matter of taping into the drain which means cutting the concrete to install the trap and fittings for the toilet. That does not include installing walls around the new fixtures.”

I asked: “Do you know someone that does that work that would be interested in doing a deal like I am, making with you?”

He said: “As a matter of fact I do, he and I have worked on several projects together. I will call him and let you know what he says.”

I said: “Let him know if he agrees he has to get tested.”

He said: “By the way here is the test results I picked them yesterday from the clinic, so my wife didn’t see them in the mail.”

I told him: “You should tell your buddy to do the same thing.”

Jerry said: “No a problem for him he is divorced.”

I asked him: “About how much is this worth?”

He said: “Pussy or a blow job each day I work on it till it is finished then I’ll let you know how many more days of free sex till we are square.”

We shook on it and he left. That night I let the girls know about the two new bath rooms and how I made the deal. I also informed them about needing to make a second deal for the walls for the bath rooms.

The wall guys name was Wes and he was all to Travesti konya happy to do the walls for free pussy. He asked me if I had an electrician yet. I forgot about electric; he had a guy that would be willing to do it for sex and hooked us up. It wasn’t long before we were getting almost every thing we need in exchange for sex. Even the girls were getting their hair done for free. Cheri hooked the woman than owns the place with Curt. He does her three times a week.

The plans for the wedding were set, we were going to Vegas when Cheri’s son finished school for the year. His dad is stationed out there and after the wedding, he will go to spend the summer with his father. Cheri made the arrangements for the travel and Harry took care of the accommodations. The day came and Chiru left to pick up her son, he had his last final at 8AM and she would meet us at the airport. We used a car service to get to Hanscom Air base’s Mass Port terminal.

When we boarded the plane Cheri’s son was already on board, but I didn’t see Cheri, so I asked him: “Where is your mom?”

He said: “In the cockpit.”

I asked: “What is the pilot a friend of hers?”

He smiled and said: “No, she is the pilot, this is her plane. She never told you she owned a plane or that she was a licensed pilot.”

I asked him: “When did she get the plane and when did she get her pilots license?”

He said: “You didn’t know she flew planes for the first few years in the Air Force. My grandfather gave her the plane so she would divorce the asshole so, he could marry the bimbo he knocked up with my sister.”

I asked: “What does it just sit here when she doesn’t need it?”

He told me: “Mom and some other guys she served with all have planes, they have a charter service that services big corporations. None of them work for the charted service. They lease their planes to it and each owns a equal share in it. It is run by a guy they hired that worked for a major air transport company to take care of the day-to-day operations. That way they can afford the maintenance and other costs of owning their planes.”

I asked him: “Why do you call your father the asshole?”

He told me: “Because he is, he cheated on his first wife with my mom and on her with the bimbo. That is something an asshole would do.”

I asked: “Then why are you spending the summer with him and his wife?”

He laughed and said: “Because it will piss the bimbo off and make him miserable. Besides if he declined me going, he must pay mom a thousand a month for the three months I am on summer break. Then the bimbo will really make him suffer.”

I asked: “What is the up side for you?”

He said: “I get to spend time with my little sister, we both hate the asshole and do things to fuck with him. The bimbo even helps us with ideas. It was my sister that gave them the nick names.”

I needed to know so I asked: “Why did she call then those names?”

He chuckled and said: “Asshole cheated on the bimbo and she screws other guys even in front of the asshole.”

I said: “Maybe they have an open relationship.”

He shocked me when he said: “You and mom have an open relationship, theirs’s is just two assholes doing whatever to hurt the other. Sis is in boarding school like me, but unlike me she hates it. I asked to go to Philips, my sister wants to go there also, but the asshole won’t send her.”

I asked him: “How do you know about your mom and my relationship?”

He said: “Mom told me, she is open and honest with me. When she finished, I only had one question for her, I wanted to know if she was happy and she said she was the happiest in her life other than having me.”

Cheri came back and said: “We will be taking off in a few minutes, if you want drinks or snacks get them from the galley now or what till I turn off the seat belt sign.”

I said: “I don’t like you keeping secrets.”

She said: “What secrets?”

I said: “The plane and that you are a pilot.”

She said: “I was in the Air force what did you thin I did, didn’t my mom or Leanne ever tell you I flew jets. The plane was just part of the divorce settlement. This is the first time I am using it myself.”

I asked: “Will you teach me to fly?”

She smiled and said: “Yes, but not in this, I have access to other smaller planes that would be better for you to learn on.”

I asked the boy if he wanted anything for the galley and he said no. When I got there Dallas and Betty Ann were already there and were there talking and looking through a door at the back of the galley.

I asked: “What are you looking at?”

Dallas said: “There is a bed in there and we were wondering if the owner would mind if we used it to join the mile high club.”

I told them: “I will ask if there is a co-pilot so the owner and I can make me a member to that club first.”

They both had a confused look on their faces. So, I told them: “Cheri is the pilot and owns this thing.”

Bett Ann said: “Please change the sheets when you’re done.”

I got a soda and a bag of pretzels and left them on my seat and went forward to the cockpit.

Cheri saw me and asked; ‘what do you need?”

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