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1.

“Dude, no,” Teddy shook his head before taking the final swig from his bottle of cider, “I told you I’m staying the fuck away from Mega Con this year!”

Mike placed the big plate of nachos down on the coffee table. “Come on man. The games. The panels. Hot cosplay girls. Fucking Matt Smith AND Alex Kingston. I’ll even pay for the autograph session”

Teddy sighed deeply, “I refuse to go anywhere near that thing.” He glanced forlornly towards the door leading to his bedroom.

His bedroom. Not theirs. Not his and Becky’s.

There was still a small box containing some of her things over on what used to be here side of the bed. He absolutely hated passing it every time he went to the bathroom.

He also hated the fact that he took the can of her body spray out of the box last night and sprayed the sheets so he could imagine that she was still there.

And he hated Mike just a little bit right now because he was the “go between” – the one who was taking the box after he left to drop it off with his girlfriend Karen, who in turn was going to drop it off to Becky.

Mike picked up a small plate and began scooping some of the nachos onto it.

“Okay, I know something and it’s gonna piss the fuck out of you, but it will also make going to the con easier.”

Teddy’s left eyebrow raised slightly, “Go on.”

“Becky’s not going this year.”

Teddy’s eyebrow arched even higher, “Go on,” he repeated.

Mike took a sip from his beer bottle. “She’s not going…because she’s going on vacation.”

Teddy felt his jaw tense up, “With him?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Great,” Teddy leapt up from the couch and made his way right to the kitchen. He flung open the refrigerator door and grabbed another bottle of Angry Orchard, “Just fucking great. I hope they have a great time. No really. I hope my fucking ex-fiancée and that asshole douchebag former boss of hers have a fantastic time! Are they going to Turks and Caicos? I mean why the fuck not. That’s where we were planning to go on our honeymoon. She did all the research, so makes sense right?”

Mike said nothing but kept drinking.

“Oh my hell,” Teddy shouted, “they ARE going to Turks and Caicos, aren’t they?”

“Dude,” Mike attempted, but then took another sip of his beer,

“Dude nothing!” Teddy continued to rant, “Do you have any idea how fucking embarrassing this is? It’s not cliché enough that my fiancée dumped me for her boss. They’re basically going on my fucking honeymoon!”

Mike took a deep breath, “Dude, I love you. You’re my best friend. Brothers from different mothers. You know that.”

Teddy stood there listening, trying not to throw his bottle and trying not to cry.

“This isn’t me saying I told you so. We’ve already had that talk. This isn’t me saying there’s blame to go around. We’ve had that talk too. This is me simply saying come with me to Mega Con. I’ve got the hotel. I got you a ticket. And surprise, I already fucking got us into the autograph session. And before you say anything, consider this both an early birthday gift AND my way of saying thank you for last year.”

Hearing that, the anger seemed to flush right out of Teddy.

Mike’s dad had died the previous year after a painfully short bout with pancreatic cancer. Teddy was there for everything. He helped with funeral arrangements when Mike and his sister couldn’t handle them. Teddy sat in a bathroom while his friend puked his guts out after drinking himself into near oblivion.

They’d been friends since junior year of school and helped each other get through parental divorces, a sibling drug overdose, breakups, job losses, and, as Mike put it “the horror of JJ Abrams Star Wars.”

Now Teddy actually felt his eyes tearing up.

“You fucking suck, you know that right?”

Mike raised his bottle and smiled, “Only when they pay me.”

2.

The ride from Queens to Marlborough, Massachusetts was usually fairly quick. This evening, as Teddy drove, it felt like an eternity.

Teddy had insisted on driving and Mike put up little resistance. He’d been putting late hours in at the ad agency as his team scrambled to save an account with a major fast food chain. In the end the efforts paid off (and Mike was well compensated, hence paying for the entire trip), but he was clearly in no shape to drive.

While his best friend snored lightly, Teddy drove in silence. He didn’t want to put on his favorite playlist, knowing a few of the songs on it were ones that Becky had suggested. And he sure as hell wasn’t about to listen to “Comedy Bang Bang” anytime soon. Becky had gotten him hooked on that podcast and there was little chance anything they said was going to make him laugh anytime soon.

There was no question, Teddy missed his “Nerd Girl.”

They’d met at Cornell, both of them studying to be veterinarians. They had smiled at one another a few times, and had a few brief conversations, but never seemed to have much luck getting schedules to sync. Finally one Friday afternoon, bitlis escort they bumped into one another at a Starbucks off campus and ended up sitting together. Teddy asked Rebecca “Becky” Jwa if she had ever seen “Battlestar Galactica” because in his opinion, she looked exactly like actress Grace Park.

She looked at him with a sly smile, “Maybe at some point, you’ll find out if my spine glows red when I fuck.”

It was about three days later when Teddy confirmed that while it didn’t glow red, Becky was:

1. Insane in bed.

2. As huge a nerd as he was.

Like his off-campus apartment, hers was adorned with nerdy baubles, posters, books and movies. She sewed her own cosplay costumes and could sing along to Buffy without messing up a single lyric.

Becky’s goal was to become a zoological veterinarian, while Teddy was content with the plan of taking care of everyone’s pets back in his hometown of Maspeth NY. Graduation, time zones and life goals resulted in them splitting amicably but remaining close.

A few years later, Becky got offered a position at the Bronx Zoo which she jumped at. Teddy offered to let her crash at his apartment while she found her own place, and she never left.

As cliché as it sounds, life was good. When they weren’t working, they were attending cons or playing Dungeons and Dragons with Mike and several others. Mike’s girlfriend Karen and Becky hit things off and became besties, even if Karen wasn’t as nerdy as the rest of them.

Of course, when they weren’t gaming or binge watching anime, they were fucking. Becky loved putting her legs over Teddy’s shoulders so he could penetrate her deeply. She would literally growl as his dick plunged as far inside her as possible. She also was obsessed with playing with herself while they fucked, which Teddy found incredibly arousing. As soon as he felt her fingers rubbing against her clit, he knew it would be just seconds before he came. Becky was on the pill, so most times he stayed inside her. But he also enjoyed seeing pulling out and letting it splash on her belly, watching his semen eventually pool into her navel.

As time went by though, both of them became extremely busy in their own careers. Teddy and a colleague opened a successful practice in Maspeth, while Becky continued to rise in the ranks at the zoo. Comic conventions and RPG nights became few and far between, as did romantic interludes. Thinking about it now while he drove, Teddy realized the proposal wasn’t so much an act of love as it was an act of desperation. Even if they were too busy for one another then, they would have the rest of their lives together.

It was stupid and naïve. Teddy failed to see the warning signs until it was too late and Becky was confessing to the affair with her boss. One of them was going to have to leave the zoo, but they were in love and going to work it out, she explained through tears. And just like that, her closet of costumes, her statues and manga books were gone.

His colleague, Dr. Michelle Gorman, practically jumped when he told her he was going to take a few days off to go to Mega Con.

“Thank fucking Christ, Ted!” she cheered as she gently placed a groggy cat back into its cage to recover from its surgery, “I was literally telling my wife last night that you need to get the hell out of town for a few days. Do your nerd shit. Or whatever the fuck you do at those cons. Hell maybe meet a girl and get laid.”

Teddy did not like that last part in the least. He had no intention of going to the con for anything other than to forget about Becky, or at least make a half-hearted attempt to.

3.

The first day of the con, Teddy swore he saw Becky at least twice.

Of course both times he realized he was wrong once the girls turned and faced his direction. In one case the girl was dressed as Harley Quinn. Becky despised Harley Quinn so she would never have been caught dead cosplaying as the character. The second girl however was dressed as Tsuyu Asui/Froppy from “My Hero Academia” – one of Becky’s favorite characters from the series. And even though he knew Becky didn’t have a costume (at least not while they were together), there was still a moment when Teddy froze in terror thinking Mike had made a terrible mistake.

Speaking of Mike, he was having a fantastic time as attendees were stopping him to take pictures of his costume: he was wearing a mashup of Deadpool and Eleven from “Stranger Things.” His Deadpool mask was topped with a blonde wig and he was wearing a dress similar to Eleven’s. He still had his fake foam swords strapped to his back and he was carrying an empty box of Eggo waffles.

“Dude, you totally should have dressed up today!” Mike’s muffled voice came from beneath his mask.

“I’m fine, really” Teddy said half-heartedly. The most effort he could muster up was a t-shirt depicting Rick from “Rick and Morty” sticking his head out from the TARDIS and giving the finger.

“The cosplay contest is happening at 2pm,” Mike said as two girls bolu escort rushed up and asked for pictures. They were both dressed as scantily clad anime characters that Teddy didn’t recognize. Mike however appeared to have no problem as they each took turns practically grinding him while the other snapped away.

“I’ll see you there,” Teddy said, “I’m just gonna hit the vendor floor for a little while.”

‘Deadpool’ shook his head, “If I find out you ended up going back to the hotel room, I’ll…hmm.” Mike looked at the anime girl, “Dear child, what should I do if my friend cruelly abandons me?”

“We’d take care of you” the girl next to Mike said suggestively, then added “But you’d have to keep your mask on.”

Teddy rolled his eyes and chuckled. He knew Mike would never do anything to fuck things up with Karen, but there was no way in hell his friend wasn’t loving every second of this.

“Go have fun, but not too much fun,” Teddy said as he started to stroll away, “I’ll catch you later. Text me if you need me.”

“Vaya con Dios!” Mike said as the girls switched spots and the lesser dressed of the two started posing with him.

4.

Teddy nudged his way through the crowds in the vendor section. Like most geeks (or nerds or fanboys or whatever you called yourself) there was a bit of an art and a gamble to buying merchandise at cons. You walked around and priced out the things you liked, which more often than not were being sold at multiple booths. You’d also check out the vendor’s overall prices and how popular the booth was. If items were reasonably priced across the board, there was a chance the item you want might go quickly. Alternatively, if the seller was marking things a little higher, people might wait until the end of the con to see if prices would go down.

Most vendors would prefer not to have to box everything up and bring back to their stores or storage locations. End of cons were when deals were made, provided the things you wanted were still there.

Teddy made note of a pretty stunning Darth Vader statue and a new model kit of the Space Battleship Yamato, both which were being sold in a few booths.

Maybe a few totally unnecessary purchases would make him feel better, he thought.

And then he saw it: a limited edition “Headless Ned Stark” Funko Pop figure.

Normally Teddy wasn’t a huge fan of Funko Pop figures, with their squat bodies and oversized heads, but he did love “Game of Thrones,” and this particular figure was apparently hard to find.

He slowly made his way past a couple dressed as zombiefied Superman and Wonder Woman to get a closer look at this glorious find. It was up on a shelf behind the vendor’s makeshift checkout counter, between a few other rare Funkos.

“One second,” the guy behind the counter said gruffly. Teddy stood patiently as the guy finished up another customer’s purchase.

Teddy had two pet peeves. The first was the type of people who stereotyped nerds geeks as slovenly, oblivious of their personal hygiene and with poor social skills. The second were those in the “community” who reflected, and sometimes embraced, those stereotypes.

The man behind could have been the poster boy for Teddy’s pet peeve with his unwashed hair, stained t-shirt depicting Catwoman bending forward provocatively and a very subtle, but apparent, body odor.

“So?” the man asked.

Ignoring the vendor’s rudeness, Teddy motioned to the figure. “The Headless Ned Stark?”

“Oh yeah. Exclusive to San Diego Comic Con.” The man took the figure down off the shelf, “Someone was checking it out before. I don’t do holds, but they said they were most likely come back for it.”

“How much is it going for?” Teddy asked.

“$285. Plus tax if you’re using a card.”

Teddy whistled. He really wasn’t looking to spend that much on the figure, especially given the other things he was hoping to pick up. But this was a rare find.

“If I did cash is the price negotiable?”

The vendor pursed his lips, and nodded, “I’ll take five bucks off.”

“Damn,” Teddy replied, “Give me a minute to think about it.”

The vendor shrugged. Teddy noted the man’s body odor more prevalently now as he extended his arm to put the boxed figure back on the shelf. “Like I said, I don’t hold. And I think the other guy is over in that booth over there,” he gestured in some random direction, “So he’s probably coming back for this any minute.” Another person came up to the counter with merchandise, and the man immediately lost all interest in Teddy as he started to ring up the purchase.

Teddy kept staring at the figure. He couldn’t remember how much it normally went for but he was pretty sure it was more than $285. So this was an absolute steal. But it was definitely more than he was hoping to spend on it.

“Don’t do it,” a voice said next to him in a low tone.

Teddy turned. The woman standing next to him was about two inches shorter than his own 6′ 1″ height. Her purple hair was pulled back burdur escort in a ponytail. She was wearing a black t-shirt depicting General Zod from “Superman II” with the word KNEEL appearing in a word bubble next to him. Her skin was pale and flawless and her eyes were stormy grey, surrounded by thick black eyeliner. She had a nose piercing that, when she leaned in closer, Teddy realized was a tiny skull.

“I’m…what? Don’t what?” Teddy stammered.

“Don’t buy the Pop,” she continued, “It’s a knock-off.”

Teddy’s eyes widened, “How do you know?”

The woman glared in the direction of the man behind the makeshift counter, “Mitch over here has been selling custom figures for years. But a while back he started trying to pawn some off as hard to find Funkos. He’s a piece of shit.”

The man behind the counter saw the woman next to Teddy and his face flushed.

“For fuck’s sake, Adeline!”

The woman shrugged, “What? I’m on break and I’m just checking out what my fellow vendors are selling.”

“Bullshit!” the man Teddy now knew to be Mitch snarled, “You do this all the fucking time!”

“Well if you weren’t such an utter piece of garbage trying to sell fake merchandise, maybe I would mind my business!” she retorted.

A couple of the people standing around the booth looked at both Adeline and Mitch. The person who had just completed their purchase looked inside their bag and then back at the now very flustered vendor.

Mitch put his hands up, “She’s lying. Everything is legit. And 5%…10% off for the next half hour!”

The woman stared at Mitch one last time. “Fuckwit,” she said disdainfully, then turning to Teddy added, “Sorry, I just didn’t want to see you get screwed. Headless Ned Stark – a real one – doesn’t go for anything less than a grand, and that’s if it’s in a less than pristine box.”

“No, I appreciate it,” Teddy exclaimed, “What’s really embarrassing is now I’m remembering an article about rare Funkos and that one was on the list.”

“Just a little over 1,000 ever made.” She chuckled, “I’ll admit, asshat over there is getting better with his 3D printers.”

“So you’re a vendor too?” Teddy asked.

The woman nodded, “Mine is in the next aisle. I have a shop in NYC and…” she paused, her eyes narrowing on Teddy, “And have we met before?”

Teddy looked at her, “I don’t think. Wait, a shop in NYC?”

“Astoria actually. It’s called The Secret Headquarters.”

“Holy fuck,” Teddy exclaimed, “Yes! I’ve been there several times. I live in Maspeth. Great store. You started selling RPG books last year. And I love that you blacked out the front windows and you have to step through the old phone booth to come inside.”

The woman blushed slightly, “Thank you. My ex boy— business partner thought that people would never find us. But business is really good.” She smiled and extended her hand, “I’m…”

“Adeline. Yeah, I heard asshat before. I’m Teddy.”

They stood there for a second, their hands – and eyes – locked. When their hands finally began to separate, Teddy felt her fingertips trail slowly through his palm and wrist.

“So, um,” Teddy stammered, “You said you have a booth set up here?”

“Yeah,” Adeline replied, “I don’t do shows as often as I used to, at least not as a vendor. But I’m starting to think about business expansion. More online orders. So I’m doing a few cons in the next few months in New England to get the name out there.” She smiled playfully, “You wanna come over and check out the wares?”

“I would love to,” Teddy said regretfully, “But my buddy is doing the cosplay contest starting soon and he’ll kick my ass if I’m not there.”

Teddy saw Adeline’s expression fall slightly, so he quickly added, “So this is a very ballsy thing for me to do, and I swear to I don’t do this kind of thing, but would you be interested in meeting up later? I’m here at the hotel. We could grab a drink or whatever.”

Adeline looked at Teddy’s shirt, then met his gaze again. “You’re cute. And you get points for the sweet mashup there, nerdboy. Rick in the TARDIS. I love it.”

Teddy could feel his face flush slightly. He also felt his penis shift in his pants.

“The vendor floor shuts down at 7 tonight,” Adeline said, “So how about meeting up at 9? Gives me and my poor underpaid underling time to close up and for me to clean up a little. I’m in room 402.”

A coquettish look flickered in her eyes. “We can figure out where to go from there.”

5.

Like the second floor where he and Mike were staying, Teddy found plenty of activity on the fourth floor. People were coming in and out of rooms with cases of beer and bottles of alcohol. Several doors were propped open and the sounds of laughter and music could be heard coming from within. Mega Con was a huge event, with all but a few rooms occupied by attendees, vendors, show workers and even a few celebrities. The few guests that weren’t part of the event learned quickly that there was no quelling the commotion. They could either sleep with a pillow on top of their heads, take some sleeping pills, look for a new hotel or join in the fun.

Teddy counted down the room numbers as he approached 402. He had showered, thrown on a dark blue button down shirt and a clean pair of jeans.

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Aurele woke up in her bed, surrounded by several sleeping bags. Her parent’s house was startlingly silent, especially after everything that had happened last night. Aurele’s parents were absent from the scene- on a trip to visit some obscure relatives that they had mercifully spared their daughter. Aurele was eighteen, had just graduated, and was in the midst of packing up to head for the university, and as soon as the opportunity had presented itself, she had made plans for one last party, at her house.

She had kept it small, unlike the monstrous happenings that several of her classmates were famous for, inviting about a dozen close friends, and keeping the booze to a minimum. Dirk had somehow managed to get drunk and puke all over the bathroom, but she was confident that he was responsible enough to clean up after himself. And for the most part, not much sex had gone on. One couple had camped out on the couch for the night under a blanket, but most of the rest of the girls had slept in her room, with the guys across the hall. Aurele had secretly been hoping to get a little action- just to have a little fun and relax. It had been more than a year since she’d had a meaningful relationship, and she was intimately lonely. But alas, she was close friends with most of the guys who had showed up, and none of them seemed interested in her. She had to partly agree with them- it’d be weird hooking up with a friend, and probably ugly afterwards, but she still thought that it’d be kinda fun.

She sat up in her bed and surveyed the scene. She was the first one awake, and decided to take a shower before anyone else could lay claim to it. She slid out of her bed and tiptoed around her girlfriends en route to her closet. She slipped off her loose nightgown, letting the cool air touch her bare skin. The nervous prickle of goose bumps dotted her skin, and her nipples hardened a little against the cold. It was strangely erotic, being naked around so many people. Even if they were asleep. Without hesitating too much, however, for fear of a friend waking up, she wrapped a clean white towel around herself, feeling the fluffy cotton around her stomach. She smiled, feeling happy and protected. She again stepped over her friends, hoping they wouldn’t wake up to be flashed by her walking over them, and stepped out of her door. She decided against the weak shower she usually used, partially because of the mess Dirk had left, instead opting for the luxurious double shower in the master bathroom. Her house was all on one floor, so she only had to walk across the living room where all of the boys were sleeping to get there. She was a little more cautious here, but she still had to step over several boys to get to her destination. She did so, nipples hardening again at the thrill of her near nudity amongst her friends.

Steve Thompson was one of Aurele’s closest friends, and had been since middle school. He lay awake in on her floor, with his eyes closed, remembering fondly the events of the last six years, and especially the last night. His memories were unwillingly focused on Aurele herself, and the outfit she had worn the night before. He could still see her, low hip hugging jeans, a black tank top that hugged her stomach just so and revealed a little of her midriff. He hated admitting it to himself, but recently he had become very attracted to his friend, though he couldn’t imagine doing anything about it at this stage in their relationship. He didn’t think anyone else was awake, and was enjoying the somber silence, in comparison to how loud it had been the night before. They had all been surprised at how well Aurele had regulated the party, and also surprised at how much fun they had had without drinking, though a large portion of the fun had been messing with the couple of shit faced guys. He smiled. It was refreshing to wake up after a party without a hangover.

He was about to get up when he heard Aurele’s door open, and caught a glimpse of her wearing a towel. He sighed, and expected her to walk across the hall into her bathroom. When she turned towards him and the living room, he closed his eyes again, playing dead, not wanting her to be embarrassed. She was trying to be quiet and not wake anyone up, but Steve could track her footsteps, which were coming straight for him. He realized that he was blocking the path to the other bathroom, her logical destination. He felt her foot drop on the side of his sleeping bag, and heard a quiet rustle as she was stepping over him. An instantaneous debate raged in his mind, and despite the objections of feeling like a pervert, he opened his eyes slightly as she was over him.

Aurele was stepping over his chest, with her head facing kilis escort the other direction. Knowing that she would not see him, he opened his eyes a little wider, and traced them up her tanned legs and under the fringe of her towel. Her thighs were so smooth, her butt extended so beautifully and curvily away from her body that he almost didn’t notice that he had a clean view between her legs. In the split second view he saw her two pink lips and little patch of short dark brown hair surrounding them. A little light glistened off of the apex of the lips- he was surprised to realize that she was a little excited. She was so clean, so pristine; he didn’t feel dirty admiring her body, like he did when he occasionally slipped in a porno movie. He felt like he was admiring a masterpiece, a painting, a work of art. It was pure, natural, beauty, and he felt uplifted at having been privy to it. His penis also felt uplifted, but that was just a side effect; his head wouldn’t be swimming this hard if he was just horny. She walked away, high stepping over several other boys before stepping through the door. She turned before she entered and looked back at the room she had just walked through. Her shiny brown hair twirled onto her shoulders as she turned, revealing her clean face and collarbone. Steve immediately shut his eyes, but he had the vague fear that he had been spotted.

As Aurele stepped into the master bathroom, she felt a shiver run down her back. Had Steve been awake when she stepped over him? She felt her modesty twinge a little bit, but at the same time she felt her excitement grow. Perhaps her hopes for the night before might still come true…. At any rate she didn’t have the guts to face him again, but she left the door to the bathroom open a little more than a crack, hoping that she would be discovered again. Amongst all of her male friends, Steve was probably the one she secretly admired the most- he was smart, athletic, and had on several emotionally intimate occasions revealed his inner sensitivity to her. She loosened her towel and bent down as she dropped it on the floor. She ran her hands up her legs as she rose, stopping them on her hips and running them in dense little circles, massaging her muscles to life. She turned to the full-length mirror and practiced making a couple pouty lipped ‘I want you’ faces, secretly wishing that Steve was there instead of the mirror. The cool morning breeze swifted inside from the high window, and quickly hardened her nipples for the third time that morning. She closed her eyes and reveled in the excited feeling gripping her breasts, touching her nipples lightly with her fingertips to enhance and prolong it. She opened her eyes again and became aware of the moisture between her legs, moving one hand away from her soft breast, past her lightly curving stomach and trimmed hair and into the moistness. She curled a finger into herself, letting her lips part and a small sigh escape. Remembering reality, she removed her finger and pulled the lever in the shower, releasing a shimmery stream of warm water. She waited a moment for the water to warm, one hand posed on her hip. She had always relished her good girl next door image, but was not afraid to let herself feel the intense waves of her desire every once in a while, and she was so turned on now that she couldn’t help herself, even knowing that should she accidentally call out, all of her friends would at once know.

She stepped into the shower and closed the clear glass door, happy that should Steve come to the door, he would be able to get a clear view of her. The water tapped against her face and chest, wetting her shoulder length brown hair against her scalp. It ran in rivulets down the curves of her body, over and around her breasts, down the outside of her stomach, and back into the interior of her body, through her pubic hair and against the top of her lips before it left her body and dripped to the drain. She was warm all over, secure for a moment, and felt the twinge of joy that accompanied familiar warmth. More rivulets formed and ran down her back as she leaned forward. They quickly passed along the small of her back and down between her thighs, lapping against her pussy from behind before traveling down her inner thighs and calves. Her lips opened again, aghast from the pleasurable feelings that the hot water created against her skin. Her nipples were very hard now, and she ran her hands through her hair, relishing in the soft, sensual feel of the long strands under her fingers. She grabbed a doily and poured some of the fancy body wash onto it, squeezing it in her hand to produce a rich lather. She pressed the soapy puff against her kırklareli escort stomach, and slid it up to her breasts, loving the slippery feel that the soap gave her skin. She worked the soap into her chest, arms, and back, finally bending over to wash her legs. She started at the bottom, working up to her knees and her thighs with the soapy cloth. She could feel the bands of muscle in her legs lose their tension to the light pressure. The steam from the hot water made her body even more slick, and she put the doily down and started to slide her hands over her body, really beginning to get into it. She pinched her left nipple lightly between her thumb and forefinger. A soft sound escaped her mouth, and her dark brown eyes closed in delight.

Steve got up a couple minutes after Aurele had disappeared behind the door, after the throbbing in his cock had subsided. He had meant to go see if he could find any food in the kitchen, but as he stood up he noticed that the bathroom door was open enough for him to see inside. Another instantaneous debate, and he stole quickly and quietly to the side of the door. Had she left it open on purpose? He could hear the shower water running, and he thought that he heard a sigh from inside. He looked back to make sure that no one else was awake, then slowly peeked around the doorframe and had a clear view of Aurele’s body through the clear glass shower. Not only was this too good to be true, but she was at the moment lightly rubbing her nipple, and her other hand was creeping towards the dark triangle between her legs. Holy shit… he thought, getting a prolonged view of her entirety. He could see the water running down her sexy stomach and athletic legs. He remembered staring at those legs as Aurele had run down the soccer field, but he didn’t remember them looking this good. They were evenly tanned, curving from her thighs to her feet. She had just the right amount of muscle to keep her legs firm, but not hard and too defined. She turned towards him a little, exposing her breasts more fully. He had never gotten close to a view of her chest, as she generally didn’t wear skimpy clothes to school, or even to the beach, really. They were a little on the small side, but with a great shape and tone, with small, dark pink areolas perking slightly upwards. They looked so supple, and seemed perfectly proportioned to the rest of her, he couldn’t resist imagining taking one into his mouth. Her chest and shoulders were smooth, not bony, but lean. Her toned arms moved gracefully around her body, and he couldn’t help but stare at the way her lips parted slightly and her eyes closed. He had always known that Aurele had a pretty face, but as it was, with her dark hair sleek and wet and her cheeks slightly flushed from her activity, she had never looked prettier.

By the time he could tear his eyes away from her timeless expression, her fingers had reached their destination below her waist and were slowly moving in circles around her puffy lips. One finger slipped inside- deep inside, and as she withdrew it he could see a sliver of her pink interior. She dipped it in again, a little faster and a little deeper, rotating her finger and wrist together. Steve felt his own erection straining mercilessly at the cotton he was wearing. He was terrified that someone would wake up and notice him peeking in, but he couldn’t tear himself away, so he took the more daring road and slipped inside of the partially opened door, as quickly and quietly as possible. Aurele didn’t seem to notice- she was too involved with herself to have any conception of the outside world. Now that he had a little privacy, Steve couldn’t resist the urge to ease his erection into his fist and release the tension. This was without a doubt the sexiest thing he had ever seen, and he just couldn’t help himself, despite being worried about her finishing and catching him. He tried to think up some excuses, but he couldn’t and he didn’t care. His desire for her screamed from so many different levels that he couldn’t ignore it, and he’d never have this chance again. Besides, there was still the chance that she wanted him to see this…

Her finger was still searching inside, but with more intensity- she began using two, and her gentle thrusts steadily rose in speed. Her other hand had been roaming around her chest, but now she touched her neck and thigh with it before sliding it down the top of her slit and then back up, finding her delicate clit as she sighed, almost moaned, a little louder than she had before. She matched the pace between her hands, circling and massaging her clit in rhythm with her pumping arm. She seemed to be losing herself in it- she karabük escort looked a little unsteady on her feet and she braced her head against the tile wall. Steve was caught up in her- he began stroking himself at the same speed as she was going. His other hand caught the base of his dick, trying to contain the excitement and not lose it before she did.

Aurele had sensed him enter the room, but she didn’t care. She hadn’t been this turned on in months, and she was loving every minute that she spent on herself. Her fingers moved with speed and precision, knowing exactly how gentle her body needed them to be and the right patterns to bring out the sharp waves of pleasure that preceded the flood that she knew was coming. She leaned forward against the tile, bracing herself for it. She felt it building deep inside her, from her mind that so badly wanted release, to her thighs that reaped the pleasure. She built and built and built herself up, slowing down occasionally to heighten the periods of speed, to the point that she could barely contain herself. The hot water out of the showerhead fell on her open lips, rolling across her collarbone. She pressed her nipples against the cold tile wall, craving the stimulation and getting it from the amazing temperature difference between the water and the wall. She was lost in the ladder she was climbing, and swiveled her wrist around to allow a third of her fingers to enter herself, not losing the pace or the intensity. She felt herself going over the edge, flung from the waves onto a cloud, forgetting everything around her. She let out a squeal, luckily not loud enough to wake anyone because she wouldn’t have noticed. She continued directly pressing her clit sideways, and arched her fingers inside her towards the outside, searching for the spot, wiggling, rotating, searching, and finding, and she massaged the sensuous skin inside of herself, feeling the lithe pink walls of her pussy contract around her fingers as she came- stronger and stronger, she arched her head into the air and squealed again as spasms raced through her body, radiating from her dripping pussy and reaching every part of herself. A small stream of fluids made it’s way down the interior of her leg, lost in the streams of water, as she continued to circle and stroke through her climax.

Steve saw the signs of the building in her, as she let out a small squeal and broke her head from the wall into the air. He let himself feel it unrestrained, not worried about losing himself anymore. He found a box of tissues, and readied one hand with one so as to not make a mess. He dared not close his eyes, but he focused more intently on Aurele in the shower, imagining the way she felt right then. The female orgasm was a beautiful thing, and most beautiful coming out of this girl that he cared about and was so incredibly attracted to. She squealed again and he knew she was there, and his fingers moved with incredible speed along his shaft, bringing all of his desire out and converting it into a feeling that had never been this strong. He wanted to take in all of this, observe, and drink it in and store it as something beautiful that could never be taken away from him. So he watched her even as he spasmed, leaving himself behind and giving into the feeling that she had created in him. His climax was deep, and he shivered. The deep, slow spasms continued much longer than he expected, and as he finished she was moving her hands away from her sensitive areas, cupping her face and bracing her back as she fought the weakness in her legs. He found the trashcan and disposed of the tissue. Somehow he still felt fresh, as if his eyes had just taken in a symphony that no one could understand but everyone could feel. He needed to become a part of it, he needed to tell her how he felt, and not let her slip away to a college away from him. She was something remarkable, from every point of view, and the way he felt was remarkable, and he didn’t care about the possibilities for rejection anymore. He approached the glass curtain and started to slide it open. Aurele’s eyes were still closed; she was still straining to regain stable footing. As if to help her, Steve put his arm across her back, taking some of her weight, and touched her cheek with the other, turning her face towards his own.

“I knew you were there,” she said, eyes still closed. “I wanted you to be there. Secretly, for a long time…”

Her sentence trailed away, and he cut her off. “You’re so amazing, Aurele, I never really fully realized it. I just want to be as much of a part of your life as I can be, even if it’s not for very long.”

She opened her eyes, smiling at him because he was exactly what she needed, exactly what she had wanted for so long but could never find. She had opened herself to him on the last remaining level and he had responded like the men of her dreams always had- with passion, caring, appreciation, and understanding. They kissed underneath the flowing showerhead, slowly and passionately.

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“Hurry up!!” I yelled up my wife. “We are going to be late!!”

My wife, Mary, and I, were heading to dinner with friends. The holidays were here, and it’s always fun to share them with friends. We are both 50, and in our second marriage. Our oldest is a sophomore in college, our youngest a junior in high school. We have a pretty average sex life, but I’m always looking for ways to make it more exciting. We’re both looking forward to spending an evening with friends; but this time, I have a surprise for my wife. A “gift” I know she will enjoy..

She came down the stairs from our bedroom and was wearing my favorite Black Dress.

“That dress always makes you look hot”, I say to her.

It’s a very, short tight dress that accents her body perfectly. It makes her tits look incredible, not to mention her ass. My wife is 5′ 7″, 135 lbs, 34c, jet black hair. When she wears this dress, she reminds of rocker Joan Jett.

I squeezed her ass, and could tell instantly she wasn’t wearing any panties. I was hoping she wouldn’t wear any. Otherwise, my plan wasn’t going to work. The blood flow to my manhood was raging and my average size cock became hard instantly. She reached for my cock, kissed me and said, “ENJOY!!” I just squeezed her ass again acknowledging her comment. We jumped in the car, and headed to the restaurant.

As we entered the bar of the restaurant, our friends Dale, Sue, Jeff, and Erica were already sitting at a table waving us over. Everyone noticed my wife’s dress, especially the guys. Jeff couldn’t take his eyes off her. Of course, he couldn’t help it. He knew what was about to happen.

Earlier in the week, I proposed a plan to Jeff about giving my wife an early Christmas present. However, I’m not sure if she was the only one getting a gift.

We sat down at the table. Jeff was sitting on my wife’s left side, and I was sitting on her right. Conversations were happening when the server brought gebze escort our drinks. Half of my drink was gone, and that familiar euphoric feeling hit me. I moved my hand under the table and squeezed my wife bare thigh.

She acknowledged my gesture with a kiss to my cheek, and a soft, “I Love You” in my ear.

I continued massaging her thigh, as the second round of drinks arrived. The conversation was becoming louder as everyone was feeling the effects of the alcohol. Off and on, I would move my hand closer to my wife’s unprotected pussy. I didn’t touch it; instead, I just teased her. I could tell she was getting aroused. The closer I would get, the wider she would open her legs. Everyone was oblivious to what was happening, except Jeff. He was anticipating my signal.

I could tell the constant teasing was driving my wife crazy, but she couldn’t do anything about it. She leaned over and whimpered in my ear, “Do you know how wet I am right now??”

I just smiled and continued my assault, edging closer and closer to heaven. Once again, she leaned over and begged me, “MY GOD!! Please touch my pussy.”

As she spoke, she opened her legs wider. She spread them so wide that we banged knees. She banged Jeff’s knee as well because she quickly turned, and apologized to Jeff. Of course this was Jeff’s signal.

As she turned back towards the conversations, I nodded to Jeff. At this point, he started my plan. I knew the second he began, because my wife let out a slight gasp. It was audible enough for Sue, Dale’s wife, to hear.

Sue asked, “Are you alright Mary?” My wife responded with some excuse about the drink being “too cold”. But I knew different…

I took a sip of my drink and noticed my wife was staring straight ahead. She looked a little flushed. She just sipped her drink and carried on conversation at the table like everything was normal, but her face gave her away gümüşhane escort to me.

By now my hand was very close to her wet pussy. I could feel the heat. I was hoping Jeff’s hand was close too. My plan was to move our hand’s up and down her thigh for about 10 minutes. Then, we were to move our hands as close to her wet pussy as possible, without touching it.

I could tell it was working, because occasionally, my wife’s eyes would close momentarily. Each time we approached her wet, hairy mound, her breathing would change. She was very aroused. My plan was working perfectly.

I leaned forward a bit to get Jeff’s attention. It was time. My wife didn’t even acknowledge me. She was forming words to answer a question from Erica, but you could tell she didn’t really care about the question or answer. Her arousal was so intense, that she started to tremble slightly.

Jeff caught my eye, and we both moved our hand from where ever it was to her knee. At that point, we slowly inched our way up my wife’s thigh to her wet, aching pussy. As we reached the apex, I could feel Jeff’s hand. The hair on her pussy was teasing the back of our fingers. I moved my head a little towards my wife. The instant we touched her pussy, not only did her eyes close momentarily, but she was gently biting her lower lip.

There was no way she could stop what was happening even if she wanted to. She was ours. She quickly opened her eyes as not be caught. She showed amazing composure. She carried on conversation like everything was normal. Occasionally her voice would change fluctuation as we stroked her.

She was in another world now, but only Jeff and I knew which one.

She spread her legs as wide as they could go without ripping her dress, which gave us great access. Jeff found her wet tunnel first. I could feel his middle finger moving in and out of her wet hole in a slow rhythm. Her izmir escort breathing was becoming more shallow and deep. She was on the brink of cumming hard. I was stroking her thigh, and as Jeff was slowly finger fucking her, I put my index finger to her clit. I could feel it was engorged. I began making slow circles around her clit with my finger. Her pleasure was intense, and she was about to explode. She managed to laugh at a joke, I could tell she just wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the pussy fingering and clit pounding she was getting.

I took a sip of my drink and noticed that her hands were squeezing her drink glass tightly. She was moving her thumbs up and down the glass at a quickened pace. She was beyond the point of no return and was going to cum. I know she wanted to scream!!

She quickly picked up her drink, brought it to her mouth, and pretended to take a drink. She wasn’t thirsty; she was trying to hide the sounds of ecstasy. She came hard. Her knees were pushing so hard against Jeff and I, we almost lost our balance. Her legs were shaking. She was breathing so heavy, she was making bubbles in her drink. This went on for at least a minute before the pressure stopped. Once the shaking stopped and her knees relaxed our legs, her orgasm was over. She chugged the rest of her lemon drop.

She then excused her self to the ladies room. She was gone a long time. When she returned, Erica asked her, “Are you alright?” Sue then commented, “Yeah, you look flushed.”

My wife just smiled and said, “Nope, I am perfect!”

That told Jeff and me “mission accomplished!!” The bar winch brought another round of drinks. We all held our glasses up and said, “CHEERS!!” She took a sip of her drink. After a couple minutes, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Thank you. I love you.” I whispered back, “Anytime babe”.

She kissed my on the cheek, and whispered in my ear again. “I can’t wait until we get home and get your hard cock in my mouth.”

She continued, “by the way, I’ve got Jeff’s cock in my hand. I’m thanking him now…” I looked over at Jeff. He had the biggest grin on his face. And why not, he fingered a wet pussy to orgasm, and now was getting a handjob. Can it get any better??

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He massaged the back of her neck gently and she looked up at him, offering her lips for a kiss. His warm mouth pressed down over hers, and she smiled contentedly, her tongue sliding out to stroke over his lips. She felt like her body was humming as she savoured the silky wetness he pressed against her, and the warmth of his body around her. Kissing him was like being drunk, she thought – you closed your eyes and the room span, and it didn’t stop spinning ’til you opened them.

She nuzzled the side of his face, the stubble scratching her nose and lips roughly, and she slid her hand between the buttons of his shirt, stroking the silky skin of his tummy. She loved his tummy best of all of him, and couldn’t help but touch it whenever she could. Every inch of him made her burn, and it was all she could do not to worship his body. To most people he seemed unprepossessing, but they didn’t know him. She knew the feel of his skin, the warmth and scent of him, and it intoxicated her.

She held his head with her hand and pressed his cheek to hers, intimately, her heart filling with some feeling she couldn’t name. She closed her eyes blissfully, moving her head so he moved with her, and slid forward to press her lips to the cool shell of his ear. She buried her nose just underneath his ear, in his curls, and inhaled deeply, the smell of his shampoo making her warm inside. She was almost ashamed of needing to touch him this much. She van escort touched his lips with her thumb, tracing their outline, pressing them gently as though to test their firmness.

Her thumb followed the journey of her mouth, rubbing the stubble along his jawline, toying with his earlobe, and coming to rest on the pulse in his neck. She leaned in and kissed him again, swiftly, unable to resist the cushion of his lips. She smoothed her lips down his neck, and pressed her face against the bowl of his shoulder, in the warmth. She turned her head to the side, so her lips rested gently against the muscles in his arm, the smooth pale skin warm against her. Her hand slid back down to his tummy, flattening against his muscles, holding him for a moment, and then turning to smooth down his skin with her knuckles. She stroked him that way, savoring the feel of him on the backs of her fingers, the warmth and the softness. She could worship this part of him.

She caught the word on her mind, and it resonated within her. That was what this was, worship- this heavy and languid exploration of his body. Impulsively her hand reached up and scrunched in his curls, the silky strands sliding between her fingers. She touched his jaw and slid down his body to press her face against his tummy, her nose buried in his navel. Her two hands rested on the curved bones of his hips, as she rubbed her cheek against the smoothness yalova escort of his belly, his silky erectness brushing her chin. Her mouth watered, and she kissed his belly just before his curls started, sliding her tongue across the golden line. She pressed her cheek to his inner thigh, her nose buried in his hair, her tongue peeking out to lick the crease where his thigh ended. Her thumbs rested on his stomach, caressing him, holding onto the intoxication of him for all she was worth.

She felt as though he had her under a spell, the way she was pressing herself against him. She buried her face in his pubes once more, inhaling the musky scent of him, before deliciously sucking the head of his cock into her mouth. She moaned, the silky weight of him inside her, the taste of him making her head spin. The rough pad of her tongue slid down the underside of his shaft, his head bumping the back of her throat as she swallowed around him. She sucked the salty droplets out of him, aroused herself, wondering if he wanted to taste her own salty fluid. Wishing she could never do anything but this.

Her hands stroked his stomach almost manically, pressing and turning with her knuckles almost uncontrollably, as though she was easing the warmth from his skin. She pressed down with his cock inside her mouth, until her chin and nose were buried in his pubes, and she paused there, swallowing reflexively around his çorlu escort cock, inhaling him, savouring the feel of his muscles tensing beneath her hands. She stopped sucking for a moment to press her face against the crease of his inner thigh again, the golden hairs tickling her nose and cheek. Her hands finally reached to cradle the weight of him, and she slid her tongue around his head and underneath his foreskin, her lips closing firmly around the silky weight of him.

She sucked, her tongue swirling, thinking that nothing had ever tasted so sweet, so true, so much like the reason for her existence. It was a drug, it was intoxicating, it took her away from the level headed life she usually led. Everything in the world should be like this, she thought, some sort of esoteric sexual experience that in its own way was religious. If religion was like this everyone would want a god. She moaned, her movements growing more frantic, her tongue eager on him, her own sex writhing in response. She shivered and whimpered around him, the warmth and scent and taste overwhelming her, she was sure she was going to pass out. She wasn’t sure it mattered anymore, as long as she had him inside her. She sucked and licked and tasted, savouring and enjoying, delighting in the feel of him twitching in her mouth, knowing his balls were drawing in close to his body. She thrust one hand down to her sex, sliding two fingers in roughly, curving them up, her mouth working on him. She sucked and thrust hurriedly, eagerly, feeling herself start to come and whimper around his cock, his seed shooting in her mouth, salty and tang all at once. She swallowed, her whole body shuddering, the taste of him filling her brain and her body.

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I take a long hot shower after a particularly stressful day at work. Afterwards I wrap a towel around my waist and sneak across the hall to my bedroom.

I thought I got across without being seen, but I was wrong. My little sister invited you over for the evening to study, or gossip, or whatever it is you girls do. You both went to bed, but you just happen to be heading to the bathroom when you catch a glimpse of my dash across the hall.

As you return down the hall after using the bathroom you stop in front of my door. You silently open it a crack, and peek inside.

You see me laying nude on my back in the center of the bed. My head is laid back and my eyes are closed. One hand is slowly stroking my cock, while I am gently massaging my thighs and stomach with the other.

Not wanting to get caught peeking by my sister, you push open the door just enough to sneak into my room, and close it behind you. You reach a hand down between your legs and start to rub your awakening pussy over your clothes.

I run my second hand up my shaft below the first, then slowly twist my hands up and down my hard cock. A bead of precum sits at the tip of my dick. I rub my hand over the head of my cock and let out a small moan as I continue to pleasure myself.

You push your hand down and into the waistband of your panties. As your fingers come into contact with your moistening pussy you let out a small moan by accident. You cover your mouth quickly with your other hand, but it is too late.

The sound startles me from my almost meditative state and my eyes pierce you on the spot. I jump up and stand by the bed with my hands placed firmly on trabzon escort hips. My hard cock throbs as it stands up in front of me on full display, I make no move to hide it.

“Get over here now!” I point at the floor directly in front of me, and you walk over with your head down in shame. You give me a soft “I’m sorry” as you approach.

“Take your clothes off. It’s fair, you were looking at me naked.” I demand sternly. I stand silently and watch as you slowly obey the order.

You reach down and grip the hem of your shirt before slowly lifting it over your head, revealing a small black bra underneath. You push your shorts down your legs and step out. You reach behind and unhook the bra, but hesitate a moment before letting it drop.

You look up into my face with embarrassment. My eyes look into yours, silently conveying my will for you to continue. You pull the bra off the rest of the way and drop it by your feet. Then you push your panties slowly down your legs and step out while still hunched over.

My eyes explore your body as you slowly straighten back up. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as my eyes wander up and down your body.

“On the bed, hands behind your back,” I command. You turn towards the bed and I give you a small push on your back. You crawl onto the bed with your cute ass wiggling at me. Then you lower yourself onto your front and put your hands together behind your back. You look back over your shoulder at me, and find me across the room returning with a pair of handcuffs.

I climb onto the bed behind you and efficiently put your hands into the handcuffs. I explain, tunceli escort “My ex got these, but we never used them. I think they might be just the thing we need. I’ll show you what happens to naughty girls who sneak into my room and watch me masturbate.”

You are now laying flat on your stomach across the width of the bed. Your arms are secured behind your back by the handcuffs. I am kneeling by your left side on the bed.

My hands begin to roam around your body as you lay helpless before me. My exploring hands glide over the soft skin of your back. I gently massage your shoulders for a moment, before sliding my hand around your sides and onto your tits below.

As my fingers start to rub over your hard nipples you realize just how turned on you are. I continue to knead and rub your left breast while I bring my right hand around to your ass.

You feel a small sting across the right cheek as I administer a sharp slap. Then you feel a similar slap land beside it on the left. Then I massage over your ass, gently fondling the flesh under my fingers.

I tease my fingers between your ass cheeks and over your puckered hole. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the feel of my hands softly caressing your body. Then you feel another sudden slap before my hand begins to probe between your thighs.

I cup your pussy in my hand, admiring how wet you are for me. I push a couple fingers into your little cunt roughly. You moan again and spread your legs wider to allow me easier access. I begin to fuck your pussy with my fingers. They slide easily in and out of your very aroused slit.

I get off the bed uşak escort and stand between your legs. I grab your hips and pull you towards the edge of the bed, until your hips are right at the edge, and my cock is laying on top of your ass. I grip my cock and slide it into your pussy slowly, loving the feel of your tight cunt wrapped around my hard shaft.

I grip the small length of chain between the cuffs and pull softly as I begin to slowly slide my length in and out. I bury my shaft deep inside. Then draw out slowly, to the point where only the tip is left. Before sinking my cock deep inside once again, pulling myself forward with my hand on the cuffs.

I grab ahold of your waist again and begin to pump my cock faster. My hips slam against your ass with each thrust. My cock rams deep into your slit. I lean over your body and grab your hair into my fist, then I pull your hair roughly with my thrusts.

The rough fucking is quickly driving you towards climax. Your breath comes out in loud moans with every thrust of my cock into your cunt. I grab the back of your neck in a strong grasp and push your head firmly against the mattress.

I increase the pace, jack-hammering my shaft into your body and driving you into an explosive orgasm. You moan loudly as your body shakes with the climax.

As the climax floods through your body, your spasming cunt coaxes my cock to orgasm. I grunt as I bury my cock deep and hold still. I begin to shoot loads of my cum deep inside your abused pussy.

I slide my softening cock out of your pussy as we both try to catch our breaths after cumming so hard. Some cum begins to drip from your well fucked slit.

I undo the handcuffs, and massage your wrists softly for a moment. Then I lie down on the bed beside you, and pull you into my arms to hold your body against mine. Within moments we are both sound asleep, still naked, and on top of the sheets now soaked in our cum and sweat.

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This story was written for a fan who won my instagram contest. Hope she enjoys it!

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Mega watched as Felicity stood at the door eating cheerios and talking about some movie she wanted to see. Standing in just her bra and panties she excitedly described a love scene she thought would be strange.

“Meg?” Felicity snapped Mega out of her trance. “You with me?”

“Yes Fe. I’m here.” In reality she wasn’t. They had been going about this for a month. No one knew what the two of them were up to, hell, she had no clue what they were up to. Late nights at work, business trips– usually ended at one of their homes or hotel room.

She missed the touch of a man. Strong hands. Rough around the edges. Large. And, quite frankly, she missed a nice thick cock. They experimented with Felicity’s collection of dildos, but it just wasn’t the same. The feel of the rubber paled in comparison to the throbbing of a nice hard warm thick cock between her lips. Pussy and mouth.

Davis had to make several more business trips so she had to quench her sex thirst some way. But she was growing tired of this lesbian facade she was putting on.

“Meg?” Felicity broke into her thoughts once more, “I have some news and I have to just come out with it.”

Oh, shit, I hope she isn’t head over heels in love. Mega thought to herself.

“Let’s be honest here. With one another. Its fun, but urfa escort that’s it. You’re not really into women.”

“So…” Mega wanted her to say it so she was sure.

“So, we can go back to boss and employee. I hope. No problems?”

Relieved Mega perked up and said, “sure.”

“Cool. Well I will go then. You have a lunch meeting at noon with a D. Hamilton. Will I see you at the office before?”

“I have a what with who?” Mega sat up straight in her bed.

Felicity picked up her phone and clicked a few buttons. “Business lunch noon Mr. D. Hamilton.”

“Oh.” A smile crept onto her face.

“Oh? The D. Hamilton? When did he get into the modeling business? And is there gonna be dick involved?”

Things really went right back to normal with Felicity and Mega appreciated that about her.

“He said he met her on one of his trips. I forgot we even made this meeting. Goes by the name of Chance. He says she will be my new poster girl. Wanted me to see her in person before I made any decisions.”

Felicity climbed into bed with her. And kissed her for the last time. “You’re just beautiful and I can tell you it will be hard to keep my hands off of you. But if he dicks you around again with this business shit I may go ape shit on his ass.”

The women doubled over in laughter. After a moment, Felicity touched Mega’s cheek, smiled and left sivas escort the room picking up her clothes on the way out.

Mega stayed in bed until she rocked herself into orgasm. Getting up, she only allowed enough time to shower and get to the restaurant.

It had been too long since the laid her eyes on that talk drink of sexy water. Davis sat looking over at a menu nodding his head in conversation with a young woman.

She was stunning. Beautiful caramel complexion, nice posture. Chance. But she had that after sex feeling good look. And she was a little to close to Davis. Mega knew what it was. He wasn’t hers to be territorial over, but he had some nerve.

She put on a smile and sat. Sensing Davis’ hesitation, she spoke first, “Davis, you look good as usual. This must be Chance.”

Davis was nervous. He had saved up his pent up sexual desire for Mega. It had been very hard, but when he looked up from his meal last night she was giving him vibes he could not deny.

Chance was lovely. Sensual. And made sure everyone around her knew so. She took one look at Davis and set out to get him. She was riding him in the back seat of her car under the hotel’s garage. Giving him all she had and making sure he gave her everything he had. When she came around his dick he grunted out his orgasm but kept moving. Sending them both into heavy breathing and starry-eyed tekirdağ escort bliss. He grabbed her hips and flipped her in the cramped sedan. Pushing her face into the back of the passenger side seat; with one swift motion he was thrusting into Chance. She screamed out in pleasure and moaned as he came once more.

Chance maneuvered her body and slipped the condom off. She sucked and licked him dry forcing his erection back to life. It took too long for him to cum like this , but he sat back and enjoyed it til she grew tired. She was amazing at it. Just the right amount of saliva and suction, but he was spent. And his thoughts were on Mega.

Chance couldn’t remember the last time she had been fucked like that. And it was showing on her face. Davis looked over at her glazed over look and back at Mega. She knew. For that he was ashamed. Just a few more hours and he would have been balls deeps in her softness. He had the instinct to cancel the meeting, but he made a promise to a very close friend he would see about this.

They made small talk and Mega gave directions to the pair to meet up with her stylist and photographer for a test shoot. She would make her final decision.

Once the valet brought the car around, she wondered if her abrupt departure was rude. She shook the guilt away as her phone buzzed with a new message.

“I really hope you let me make this up to you.”

She rolled her eyes at the text and decided to not respond. She sat and watched as Chance walked across the street to her parked car. Chance had the body and definitely the wow factor she searched for in models.

Picking up her phone, she responded, “Meet me at your place.”

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I am a people watcher and have gotten pretty good at spotting both fools and beautiful people. So when I met my beautiful blonde girlfriend, it was her ass that first caught my eye. She just happened to be the stewardess on my latest flight to Ft Lauderdale and she had a beautiful perky ass. The tight skirt she wore showed it off marvelously! I had a great view from my aisle seat and couldn’t take my eyes off her as she walked by. I usually sleep on flights but oh baby! Not this time!

I’m definitely an “ass person.” I love a cute shapely butt on a man but what turns me on is the shapely behind of a gorgeous woman. My fiancé has the cutest ass and I just love kissing and pleasuring his ass with my tongue but at the moment I was fanaticizing about doing the same thing to this woman’s ass. I love sucking a man’s cock, but I get much more pleasure from going down on my baby’s ass. I kiss and lick it all around and then gently sliding my tongue up in his most sensitive area! When I do that I know that I take him to a special place that I can’t reach any other way!

As she moved around the cabin in the process of preparing drinks and food, I could see the movement of her butt and it excited me to think of feeling her firm cheeks and exploring all her private places.

David and I have a beautiful, active sex life and we have agreed that there is enough love between us to share a little. He would definitely approve my choice! I sat with half-closed eyes picturing what I would like to do with her. Would I have her all to myself or would I share her with the man I love? I started to get wet while focusing on her ass and I conjured up mental images of shared scenarios between the three of us.

I was so horny and there were almost two hours left in the flight from Dallas. I had nothing to lose, and maybe some great sex to gain so I started a conversation with the blond whose ass had captured my imagination. Her name was Suzanne. She was from California originally but lived in the DC area.

I had never before been so hot for any woman and as we talked all I could think about was how she would look naked in bed with me!

I told Suzanne that my fiancé had a last meeting come up at work and I would have to wait an hour or so at the airport for him to pick me up. She invited me to have a drink with her at the airport lounge when we reached Ft. Lauderdale to help pass the time. I gladly accepted!

I sent Dave a text message letting him know what was going on, where we would be, and to please be a few minutes late! There was really no meeting, but I had to get something started and I knew that he would excitedly agree to my plan!

Suzanne and I sat at a small table in a back corner of the bar. She put a hand on my knee as we talked, which turned me on. I extended my hand to her knee in return, and I slowly moved it up under her skirt as we talked. She didn’t try to stop me either. Her panties were already wet, a promising sign of her feelings about the evening to come.She leaned closer and brushed my cheek with her lips. My lips met hers in a soft kiss.

From the corner of my eye I saw David enter the bar. I could see his gorgeous body silhouetted against mersin escort the light from the airport beyond. He had not seen us yet and I didn’t bother to tell Suzanne that he were there. She and I kissed softly, my hand still under her skirt. She was wearing garter stockings and I was stroked her thigh just at the top of them as Dave finally noticed us.

I opened my lips and explored her mouth with my tongue. Her lips parted in response and our tongues met. Nobody else in the bar seemed to notice or care that the two women at the corner table were kissing. She said we should be careful because my fiancé might come in any time. I told her that Dave would not mind and if she didn’t mind he might even like to watch. Suzanne just smiled at that as the waiter came with the bill and wished us a good night as I paid the tab.

David walked up to the bar never taking his eyes off the scene that played out in front of him and ordered a Heineken. He drank it slowly as he watched us. We had already made eye contact so we both knew what was going on. My fiancé encourages me in my sexual exploration. It excites him to watch and to hear about the things that I do in his absence! It enhances our sex life and I just knew that watching Suzanne and me was turning him on! David finished his beer and after a few minutes, walked over to our table with a huge smile on his face.

“Are you having fun darling? ” he asks, “I see you have made a friend”!

Suzanne looked up at him and was instantly captivated by his gorgeous ocean blue eyes. I introduce them and I asked if it would be ok if we gave Suzanne a ride to her hotel room. With that same sexy, knowing smile Dave said that it wouldn’t be any imposition and would be happy to do it.

David helped us with our luggage and walked with us to the car. He confessed that he spilled a cup of coffee on the front passenger seat that morning and had not had a chance to get it cleaned yet. Not wanting either of us to ruin our clothes, he suggested that we share the back seat. How considerate!

What I was really thinking was, “Good thinking Dave! You are such a sexy stinker and that is just one reason why I love you so much!”

Suzanne seemed as attracted to David as she was to me and just before we got into the car she thanked him for the ride and gave him a kiss. I smiled as I climbed into the back seat with her thinking this is a GREAT way to start things out!!

We made out the entire way to the hotel, touching and feeling each other’s breasts and wet pussies the whole time. I was afraid Dave was going to wreck the car from watching in the rear view mirror!

The three of us were alone in the elevator and as soon as the door closed Suzanne and I embraced. I put one hand on her ass. It felt as good as it had looked on the flight out. I was excited to finally be caressing her ass after staring at it so long on the plane. David came up behind me feeling my own ass and kissing me on the neck and I turned slightly to accept his hot urgent kisses as well. I felt like the meat layer in a very yummy sandwich! I kissed him passionately as he stroked my breast. He whispered that he was just muğla escort going to sit in the corner and watch. This night was all about me enjoying myself and there would be plenty of time for us later.

As soon as we got into her room I could tell that Suzanne was as horny and eager as I was. She said that she first noticed me when I boarded the flight and had been wondering how she was going to get me into bed since we first talked. Suzanne was way ahead of me and led the lovemaking. I had only done this once or twice before and never with David there. I was grateful for her lead and so pleased that I could be sharing this intimate moment with my gorgeous fiancé.

She stepped back and slowly unbuttoned her blouse keeping her eyes on mine. My cunt juices started flowing as she undressed for me. Suzanne removed her blouse and her breasts were firm and shapely. I brought her closer to me and fondled her breasts. Then I used my tongue to tease her nipples. Her body quivered and I heard a low moan. The room was filled with sexual tension.

She pulled me down to the couch saying, “Let’s get some of your clothes off. I want you to feel what I’m feeling right now.”

With her help I was soon naked to the waist. We held each other and kissed. As our tongues touched I pulled her closer so that our breasts were touching.

David never took his eyes off us. He helped himself to the bar fridge and made himself a drink and settled into a nice comfy chair to watch.

Suzanne put her mouth down to my breasts and circled my nipples with her tongue and took one into her mouth. She sucked on it until it started to harden and she could tell how wet I was getting because she had her hand under my long flowing skirt. She slid two fingers into my pussy as she sucked my tit.

Suzanne pulled me up from the couch and whispered, “Come to bed with me.”

She led me by the hand to the bed. I followed eagerly and sat down next to her on the edge.

We finished undressing and got into bed. I was shy at first and held back just a bit. Suzanne just smiled and told me to relax, and we’d have a wonderful time together.

Her tight body aroused me like no other woman’s ever has. She was hot, passionate, and inventive in bed. She was definitely experienced in making love to a woman and she was just the instructor I needed. Her finger traced the lips of my pussy then her tongue slipped between them into my slit and slowly worked its way up to my clitoris. She kissed me in places where I needed kissing and she kissed me in ways I like to be kissed. After she ate my pussy to orgasm, we were lying in bed on our backs; our bodies were arranged so that our pussies touched and we rubbed each other’s pussies in an erotic dance of sorts. The picture David saw must have been something! Suzanne’s beautiful mound was covered by blond fuzz and mine with dark curls; it seems a contrast of equal beauty. We shifted from one position to another. I was on top, she was on top then we were side by side.

Finally, about midnight, David and I left the hotel. Suzanne was fast asleep so we left her my cell phone number on the dresser and thanked her for a nevşehir escort wonderful night. In the car (yes I sat in the front seat and it was perfectly dry) David kissed me deeply and passionately. Not urgently as though he couldn’t wait to tear my clothes off. It was the deepest most loving kiss he had ever given me. I was expecting the other more urgent type of kiss and I was a bit confused at first. Instead he thanked me for giving him the most wonderful gift that anyone had ever given him.

When we got home we made love to each other, Suzanne was a thing of memory by this time as we shared each other’s passionate intimacy for the first of many times that night. David told me that he was now more in love with me than ever before.

Sometime early that morning, I dreamed that my body was being explored by the tongue of a very skilled lover. I came out of a dreamy sleep only to find David tenderly eating my pussy. I respond with a sensuous moan and told him to turn around. I wanted him so badly. Dave was only too glad to oblige me.

I put my arms up around his gorgeous ass and pulled his hard cock down into my mouth. We made love slowly and passionately the rest of the morning then headed for the shower.

David put his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck and shoulders.

He whispered to me, “Baby, turn around and spread your legs so that I can wash your pussy.”

He soaped up his right hand and held me tightly with his other arm. As I felt his soapy fingers cleaning and caressing my sore pussy he gazed passionately into my eyes and kissed me tenderly. I reached another orgasm quickly. I came in his hand and the juices that ran down my thighs were washed away by the warm steamy water. He held me and supported me through my orgasm as I was already weak in the knees by this time.

When I recovered, I told him “It’s your turn my darling. Lean forward with your hands against the wall and spread your legs for me.”

David did as I asked with a knowing smile on his handsome face. I knelt down behind him and treated him to the feel of my tongue from behind. The water was still coming down, cascading over us and running down between his muscular cheeks. I started with kisses on his ass. Then I used my tongue to explore along the crack down to his balls. From my kneeling position I raised up a bit and took his hard cock into my mouth. I sucked on his hard delicious cock as I caressed and supported his balls. Then I returned to one of my favorite things, his asshole.

Dave helped me to spread his cheeks with his hands and I used my tongue on his most sensitive skin. His body reacted automatically to my stimulation. As I sucked his asshole gently but firmly, I felt his body cry out to me to PLEASE not stop. His appreciative moans were inarticulate. Occasionally I heard him make sounds like he was about to cry from the ecstasy I am gave him. Then I moved my tongue directly to his sweet hole, licking and pushing forward. It’s one of his favorite things for me to do and each time he reacts like it is the first time I have ever made love to him in this way. He always says that tongue fucking is something special that takes him to places that nothing else can.

We finally stepped out of the shower after about an hour and tenderly dried each other off. Still naked, we tumbled back into bed holding each other and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. Then David and I fell asleep like that: in each other’s tender embrace.

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Chapter 1 — Accidental Delivery

I’ll tell you what I’d do to you if I had you for myself… I’d push you back onto my bed and straddle you, feel your thick hard cock straining against your pants. I’d lean over you and kiss your lips teasingly as I pulled your tie open. Then slide it off, I’d grind my hips into yours making you hiss.

Making you feel my heat burning through our clothes, you’d stare into my eyes trying to seduce me into giving up control. But no, I won’t be swayed I’ve waited too long for you to allow that, with a grin I tug your jacket off and throw it over my dresser.

I lick my lips and grind against you again, you mutter your irritation and my teasing. But you’ll be getting much more of it you’ll see, I slowly begin to unbutton your shirt, slightly wrinkled from the long day in the office. I tease myself as I slowly open your shirt, revealing your hard chest and then your ripped six pack abs that I could probably cut glass on.

I make you growl as my fingers trace the hot flesh around your belt line as I tug out your shirt and push it off your shoulders and toss it on top of your jacket. Quickly I prepare my surprise, I pull up the concealed handcuffs from the bottom of the bed rail shielded from view by the mattress.

I quickly secure your wrist with the padded manacles, making you curse rather inventively. Now, now there will be none of that foul language around me. Bad boys must be punished, I purr seductively to you as I secure your other wrist to the frame.

You glare hot piercing daggers at me, but I just giggle at you. I get hot at the sight of your ripped masculine body splayed out for my viewing pleasure. I turn around and leave the room, I must get a few things. You of course demand that I return and uncuff you, and various threats of how i’ll be sorry that I ever did this.

I smirk to myself, boy this is going to be fun as I pull open the fridge door. Let’s see what’s in here… hmm… custard, sounds nice, and jelly could be fun. I put the containers on the bench and chuckle softly hearing the rattle of the cuffs as you try to break free, rather unsuccessfully. Boy am I going to have fun with you.

I pull open the freezer and pull out a tub of my favourite vanilla bean ice cream, hmm I know the perfect place for this. I put it back in because I know I won’t be needing it for awhile, I shut the doors and pick up the containers and saunter down the hall back to the bedroom.

You have molten fire burning in your eyes, you’re pissed but that won’t last long. Oh baby i’m going to take you so high, you’ll feel like you’re never going to come down and that’s a promise. You look at the containers I brought in and I grin mischievously. I tell you I haven’t had the desert I wanted yet, what I got was way too small.

I set the containers down on the bedside table and come around to the foot of the bed and pull off your shoes and dump them on the floor, I slide your socks off your feet then make you hiss and your legs arch and your back jerk as I drag my nails up the underside of your feet.

I think this is the best time to start your punishment, I said grinning as I admire, ok not admire, drool over your hard packed muscles. I grin more broadly as I notice the increasing bulge in your pants, you growl and demand but you’re enjoying it. I open the jar of custard and dip a finger in and push it at your lips.

Taste it, I say to you. You tentatively flick your tongue over my finger and I know, by the look you try to hide that you like the sweet taste. And before you know what I’m going to rize escort do, I pick up the container and splash a healthy serving of the custard all over your hard chest. You hiss from the sudden bite of the cold lashing your heated skin.

Oops, looks like I made a mess there… Let me clean that up for you. I giggled and leaned over you and flicked my tongue across your hard chest taking in the sweet richness of my favourite custard. You try to bite back a groan as I flick my tongue over the stiff beads of your nipples. I love the way I’m making you squirm so I continue, after toying with your nipples some more I brush my tongue across your solid pecs cleaning the custard off them.

You bite back a heated curse as my tongue trails towards your abs, I look at you and catch your heated gaze. I grin, I’m pleased you’re enjoying my attention. But I think I’m going to enjoy it better. You let out a hiss then a groan that you can’t contain as I slowly rub my tongue over each firm ripple of muscle in your abs.

Slowly I clean all of the ridges and creases in your abs, scraping my teeth gently across your skin. Your fingers clench in the cuffs and I say to you, I haven’t even got your pants off yet and you’re all ready to go. I chuckle at my current position over you. I rake my fingernails gently up from your belt through your fine chest hair up to your neck. I lean over you again and suck your left nipple into my mouth teasing it with my tongue and gently scraping it with my teeth. While my nails gently rake its mate, with a hiss your back arches.

The sensation surely must be burning your senses by now, but it’s going to get a whole lot hotter with what I have planned, I tell you. My nails trail down your abs through your treasure trail to your belt. Then bellow, I grasp your thick cock in your pants while I change my lips to your other nipple while I try to get your measure through your pants which must be really uncomfortable right about now. I pull back from you and pick up my container of jelly and without a second thought dump it on your chest as well.

You hiss from the cold again as my tongue had removed the previous presence of the custard. Your body is so hot and the dark burn in your gaze has gotten me so hot that I need to peal a few things off. I slowly pluck at the buttons of my blouse as your dark gaze gets all the more intense. I grin sexily and sway my hips as I finish with the buttons and push off the blouse.

My nipples have gotten so tight and hard you can see them pushing against my bra. I give your nice package another grope making you hiss then growl as I open my dress and drop it to the floor. But before I clean the melting jelly from your delectable chest I must see more of your body. I reach up and unbuckle your belt and pull it out.

And slowly teasingly, your eyes glowing like hot embers as my fingers rasp over your bulge making your hips jerk I unbutton your pants. And slowly, teasingly inch your zipper down notch by careful notch. I want to draw this out for as long as possible, the more frustrated you are the more fun the explosion will be.

Slowly I start dragging your pants down and lick my lips at the quite large bulge in your underwear, I can’t wait to taste you there, the dark spot on your underwear the evidence of your desire and need for me. As your pants come down slowly I rake the inside of your thighs with my nails. Pleasure must be burning your body, sending you insane.

Once I finish my task I dump your pants on the floor and lean over you and scrape my teeth over your sakarya escort taut, heaving flesh I lave the jelly from you. I tease your nipples again, your breathing is harsh now. You’re so pumped now but that doesn’t matter to me, I’m going to keep you burning so long you’ll forget what normal feels like.

Once I finish cleaning your chest off from the jelly, I toss my hair and give you a devilish look and retreat from the room. You protest loudly and yank at the handcuffs rattling the frame as I enter the kitchen and pull open the freezer and extract my ice cream and shut the door. It is so soft and creamy I can use it for what I intend to do to you further.

I drool over your straining body again your hard chest gleaming from the custard and jelly, you really should be a model with that look, you’ll make a fortune. You look at the ice cream and demand to know what I was going to do with it.

Why eat it of course I tell you, I say with a smirk I put it on the table with the other containers then start more torture of your body. I must explore those delicious looking legs, Slowly but surely I make you writhe and twist on the bed as my nails and teeth rake the thick, firm muscles of your legs. All the way up to the seam in your groin.

You are panting rapidly now as the burn is driving you crazy, Slowly but surely I drag down your underwear my nails raking your flesh. I gasp as your cock comes into view, the veins standing out against the skin in stark relief. The angry purple head throbbing, your eyes sear me as you tug on the cuffs.

After I pull off your underwear I toss them onto the floor with your pants and admire your body. You are a real specimen, the pleasure hasn’t stopped yet. But you’ll probably wish it will I grin. Your body jerks as if I shocked you when I grab hold of your cock and stroke you and rake my thumbnail over the tip. I relish your moan and I swear I also heard a hint of a whimper.

Perfect, men aren’t the only ones that can reduce their partner to a whimpering puddle of desire. I decide to let you cool off for a bit, I reach for the ice cream and open it. I grin again, perfect amount for what I intend. I scoop some out with my fingers and before you can react I fist your cock with it making you howl as the cold burns your cock.

It only slightly cools your ardour as I release you. I scoop more out and grasp you again, making you hiss as I feel you pulse. Your breathing is catching as you pant rapidly. I love how I can make you so out of control. At my total mercy, I can feel your thighs quivering as I dig my nails into your rock solid muscle. I suck the tip of your cock into my mouth and you jerk hard, you’re close to losing it but I don’t want it to end yet.

I pull back slightly letting you sweat it, your cock pulses like an angry beast but that’s how I want it. I surprise you and suddenly suck your cock down to the root making your body tense tightly. My tongue laps your flesh cleaning off the ice cream. You moan as your body shakes from denied release.

I won’t take you there yet I have other plans, I’m pretty much certain you’ve never felt what I plan to do. I reach over to the custard and scoop some more out. I reach under you and before you get a chance to react I shove my two fingers deep inside of you as my mouth tightly grips your cock. You let out a hoarse scream as the ecstasy burns you.

I know that as soon as I let my mouth go you’ll erupt, I rub my coated fingers across your walls and press the nerves in the smooth tissue connecting your balls. samsun escort You’re whimpering now as you can’t come until I let my mouth go, you can hardly breathe let alone beg me to finish you. I’m not that evil so as my thumbnail scraps the sensitive area I release my suction just enough that the pressure is released.

You’ve screamed yourself hoarse already as you gasp hard your arms thrashing as the most explosive orgasm of your life shreds through you. I greedily swallow pulse after pulse of your come as my fingers keep torturing you. You can’t collapse yet as I haven’t had my go yet, which isn’t fair considering I just blew your mind.

I’ll let you recover for awhile before it’s my turn…

***

Nick Hammond looked up from the screen and swallowed yet another groan, this totally explicit fantasy from the woman he has had a crush on for the last few months made him so hard he was about ready to burst just from her words. Getting out from behind his desk even to get relief from his zipper ripping hard-on was completely out of the question.

The sweat trickling down from his brow and his neck were a testament to how much he felt the strain of keeping himself from embarrassment. He needed to do something about this, he hadn’t had the courage to go up to her and ask her out but she had sent this to him. He had just about passed out when he started reading.

He needed a plan, he had to shock her just as much as she had shocked him. There was no way he’d be able to concentrate on work, he couldn’t even move right now without sending waves of desire shooting through him.

***

Marie Pierce was in a panic she could not believe she sent the wrong file. She just wished the ground would open up and swallow her, she was so fired once Nick got it. This was so not what she wanted their first ‘meeting’ to be like. She’ll never work in an office again! Not after a sexual harassment suit. She saw her best friend Kelly Torres walking past she needed to get this out before she had a meltdown!

“Kelly! Help!” she called in a strangled whisper as she walked past.

“What’s up Marie? You look stressed,” she asked.

“What’s wrong? Oh god… You know that… story I sent you?” she said.

“Yeah? That was smoking, when are you going to talk to him… finally?” she asked.

“Oh when he gets me fired for sexual harassment or something… I sent him that file instead of the reports I had to send to him!” she whispered harshly.

“Oh… dear… I’m sure such a hunk isn’t a prude, he’ll be flattered,” Kelly smirked.

“I just want to die right now, somebody is going to find out. Those damn tech geeks will find it and have a laugh before sending it off to management,” said Marie.

“Well i’ll be here for you whatever the outcome. At least the hard part is out of the way, the introduction… what a fine way to make an entrance though,” smirked Kelly again.

Marie squeaked her embarrassment again and said, “If I’m still here in a few days it will be a miracle,”

“Come on Marie it’s not that bad. He’ll appreciate the thought,” chuckled Kelly. “I got to get back to it now cya tomorrow.”

“Ok, thanks… I just have to survive another 4 hours until home time…” she said.

“It will be ok, you’ll make it I promise,” said Kelly before walking away.

Marie slumped into her chair and willed the clock to go faster, she just wanted to go home and drown herself in her favourite ice cream, make it all go away.

She stared blankly at the screen waiting for the inevitable until a new message indicator came up. She filled with dread at once, this was Nick sending his reply of course it took awhile. He had to get over the shock of receiving her heated, no scratch that, scorching letter. After reading just the first few lines she gasped and almost dead fainted.

Chapter 2 — The Response

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The Case of the Murdered Chessplayer

by The WifeWatchman

The order of my stories to read is:

Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series.

Case of the Murdered Lovers series.

Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

There are several sex scenes; the big ones are towards the end.

Part 8 – Identification and Interrogation

At 5:00am I walked into Police Headquarters. I was freshly shaved and felt happy to be free of the formal uniform. I was wearing gray slacks, matching gray sport coat, and a black pullover mock turtleneck. My badge in it’s leather holder was clipped to my belt. I knew my mom liked me in a uniform, but this felt better and allowed much more freedom of movement.

To my surprise, the Chief was in his office, and wasted no time calling me in.

“We have all four of your suspects in custody.” the chief growled. “Baptiste has been arrested and booked. The other three were arrested at City International Airport, all of them trying to leave the country. Federal marshals are bringing them to us, and they should be here by nine o’clock.”

“Great!” I said. “But that’s not why you called me in here. And how long have you been here, by the way?” Only a couple of lamps lit the room; the overhead fluorescent light was turned off. It was not yet light outside.

“All night.” the chief said. Sitting back in his chair, he started in. “I’ve had three meetings with Internal Affairs. Daniel Allgood interviewed the desk sergeant yesterday afternoon. The sergeant told us that Sergeant Carroll and Senior Patrolman Delmar had been sent to the location last night.”

Sergeant Carroll was short and stocky, with auburn hair. He relentlessly worked his body into peak physical condition. He was a mean-spirited man who was driven to become a Vice Detective, and word was that he was Ikea’s successor not only as a Detective but as the biggest asshole in the “clubhouse.”

Patrolman Delmar had always seemed like a competent officer, but there was always this undercurrent that he couldn’t be trusted, and that certainly he would throw anyone else under the bus to advance his own position.

“And why didn’t they file a police report?” I asked.

“I’m getting there.” said the Chief, and I felt his unspoken admonition for me to have patience. “Allgood thinks the desk sergeant is fine; he made the report, the one that got scrubbed, and he readily spoke what he knew. He didn’t seem to realize there was a problem until we told him.”

“The problem came with Sergeant Carroll. Allgood interviewed him with me, Captain Malone, and Captain Charles present. Carroll only gave the most minimal of answers, would never expand on them even when asked to. Delmar looked scared shitless, but wouldn’t say anything when Carroll was in the room glaring at him.

“We separated them, and Delmar spoke a little bit. He admitted they’d gone to that location, that he’d talked to the guy who had lived there, finally remembered the name ‘Kurchitov’, which is close enough, and said there were several others in the apartment, but he couldn’t see any of them.

“When we asked them about not filing the police report, Delmar said that Carroll told him that he, Carroll, would handle it. When we asked Carroll, he wouldn’t answer. When I threatened to suspend him, do you know what he did?”

I shook my head, then the Chief answered with exasperation: “He invoked the Fifth! He asked for a lawyer!”

“Wow, just for that?” I asked, then a thought struck me. “Who was in the room interviewing him?”

“Allgood, Charles, Malone and me.”

“And the Delmar interview?”

“Just Allgood and me. Malone and Charles stayed with Carroll during that time.” the chief said, then continued the story. “So Carroll is suspended without pay pending an investigation, and Delmar suspended on half-pay.”

“Where are they?”

“Released on their own recognizance.” the Chief replied. “we can’t hold them in protective custody just for not filing a police report. By the way, Allgood insisted that Myron no longer pursue the logs issue; I.A. will handle that themselves. Allgood was not really happy that Myron gave him the names of the officers before he had even interviewed the desk sergeant, and then Myron wouldn’t say how he got the names other than vague and evasive answers. Allgood is pissed with you about that, also.”

I smiled. “Hasn’t Allgood figured out that we magicians don’t tell our magic tricks?”

The Chief smiled back, but it was not a cheerful kuşadası escort smile. “That man has no sense of humor. He needs to get laid. Even better, he needs to find a good woman and marry her.” I guess my look of near-shock at the chief saying that was too clear, as he laughed sardonically. “So, Crowbar… tell me what you think of all this.”

“I woke up an hour and a half ago thinking about it.” I said. “What’s clear is that Sergeant Carroll and perhaps Patrolman Delmar have been visiting that location for some time. That location has been a place where large quantities of drugs have passed through, so it’s not hard to figure out that connection. What we don’t know yet is if these cops are on the take and taking bribes, or if they’re extorting from the drug-runners, or if there’s a much deeper involvement. What we also don’t know is if this is just Carroll and Delmar, or if they’re part of something larger.”

The chief had been watching me very carefully as I was talking. “That last part… do you think there might be more going on? Something involving other cops?”

“That’s what woke me up this morning.” I said. After a pause, I said, “I *do* think that there is… something… in this police department, but I can’t define it. I thought it might be the racial issues, and there’s no doubt Malone is the leader of that faction. But that’s not illegal… well, it may be a civil rights issue, but it’s not illegal… but beyond that, I’m just trying to see… it’s like… it’s as if I’m seeing pieces of a puzzle, but they’re not connecting together…” I paused. “I just can’t see it, not yet.”

The chief just smiled, this one more encouraging. “You’re doing fine. Meanwhile, you solve the chessplayer’s murder and I.A. will handle the Carroll case. And Don… keep up the good work.” he said. I knew he meant more than just the murder case and my work. And, for the first time… I began to get a glimmer of understanding of why he wanted to hire me into this Police Force.

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At 6:45, I was in I.T., reading the information on our four arrested suspects. There wasn’t much, but I did note that each had a chess rating in his own country, though none were particularly high. That was important, I thought to myself.

At 7:00 am, I went upstairs to MCD and turned on the TV. How could I not start my day without Bettina?

“This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!” blared the pretty redheaded reporter. I was actually happy to see Bettina back on the job after her brutal ordeal at the hands of my nephew Ned and his hired perps. I was not as happy to hear what she was saying.

“Channel Two News has learned that there have been arrests in the murder of Russian chess master Vladimir Kurchikov.” Wurtzburg reported. “A French national, Jean-Paul Baptiste, was arrested late last night and is being questioned by police. There has been no official comment from the Police Department at this time.

“In another story, Channel Two News has learned that a Town & County police officer has been suspended without pay.” As she named Sergeant Carroll, I gasped in shock. “Sergeant Carroll was suspended without pay for allegedly not filing a proper police report after a domestic disturbance the night before last. The Police Department has not confirmed nor had any comment on the investigation of Sergeant Carroll, which is being handled by the Internal Affairs Department.”

My mind was in total turmoil. This was hugely instructive, but I struggled to see the context of it. I was interrupted from my reverie as Tanya Perlman, looking sweet in her blouse and skirt, came up to me with the chess book.

“That’s the white pawn’s move on Kurchikov’s board.” she said, pointing to the diagram. “But I haven’t found the black pawn’s position yet.”

“Do you know chess notation?” I asked.

“Not really.”

“Well, you are spot-on about the diagram and the picture. So…” I added, “based on this, which suspect do you want to interview today?”

Tanya looked at the page, puzzled for a moment, then she broke into a smile.

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We began our interviews with the Frenchman Jean-Paul Baptiste. He had demanded a lawyer and representation of the French Consulate from the City when Hugh Hewitt tried to interview him upon his arrest the night before. He was left overnight in a holding cell to think about things.

Then I learned that as the Federal marshals brought the three prisoners from the airport, unfortunately in the same vehicle, they were followed by officials of the various consuls of their native nations. We were a local police department trying to solve a local murder, but now there were not only national but international implications. I just loooove my job…

Cindy Ross and I walked into the interrogation room. Baptiste was there with a representative of the French Consulate in the City. He was a slight, slender man with a very French goatee. His clothes were dirty and he absolutely could kocaeli escort have used a hot shower and some deodorant. “I will not tell you anything. You are cretins, you police!”

“Monsieur Baptiste,” I said, “Let me explain the picture to you. We have established proof that you were at the apartment of a man within minutes of the time that man was murdered. We also have others, and when one of them cuts a deal, you might well be getting the death penalty for the murder.” I looked hard at him. “Now I suspect that you are not the guilty party, but I cannot prove that without some help.”

Baptiste only would say “I will say nothing more.”

That story was repeated with the other three.

Keith Dill-Worthing was a stereotypical Englishman, with a square face, brown hair and light skin, wearing a three-piece suit and expensive shoes. He also refused to say anything to me and Tanya Perlman, and haughtily demanded to be immediately released. His consular representative also protested Dill-Worthing’s arrest, but said nothing more when ADA Paulina Patterson, who had just arrived, told him that she was going to expedite a grand jury to bring formal charges against Dill-Worthing. I gave my speech urging Dill-Worthing to cooperate before someone else cut a deal.

The Spaniard Juan Gomez was just sleazy. His black hair was greasy, his clothes unkempt, and his eyes shifty. He first tried to pretend he knew no English, and his consul representative stated he would not agree to accurately translate, but that got shot down when Patrolman Diana Torres, who I had asked to accompany myself and Tanya to the interview, began speaking directly to him in Spanish. With his attempt to use language as a barrier defeated, Gomez refused to speak further, and I had Patrolman Torres translate my little speech that I had given to Baptiste.

Finally we talked to Vince Rossoliano, a Sicilian and the perfect example of the stereotypical young mobster. He talked tough, but his consul representative quickly told him not to answer any questions. He actually seemed the most willing to talk after I gave my little speech.

Back in MCD, I told everyone “Let them stew awhile. One of them will see the light shortly.”

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After going through security to get downstairs, I was just heading down the hall to the I.T. room when I saw Daniel Allgood come out of I.A. clutching a sheaf of papers, opened the I.T. door and yell “Not funny, Milton! I’ll have your badge for this!” He could not retreat because I came up behind him.

“Bring it on, Allgood!” I heard Myron yell back. “If you’re going to spy on me, expect more of that!”

“My office, Daniel.” I said to the I.A. Detective, gently but firmly guiding him on into the I.T. room. “Myron, you stay put.”

Once in my I.T. office, Daniel showed me some messages on his computer that had come from Myron…on the trace line I.A. was using to watch what Myron was doing. One said “Good morning, Danny!”, another said “What do you want for breakfast?” and a third said “How do you like your coffee?”

I could not hold back, I began to laugh. Allgood got redder in the face.

“Come on, Daniel. This is what we nerds call ‘humor’ around here.” I said.

Then I got serious. “I told Myron not to search further into the logs and to let your people handle it, as you requested. Did he disobey my orders?”

“Not that I can tell.” Allgood admitted.

I bore down: “Then if you’re going to spy on my man, expect things like this to happen to you. I might even suggest a couple of phrases myself for him to send. So how DO you like your coffee?” I was grinning.

Allgood did not smile, but he calmed down as I changed the subject. “Speaking of that, did you find any more log erasures?”

Allgood looked at me for a moment, considering something, then said, “Yeah, we think so. Some might be anomalies, but some look like the real thing.”

“There is nobody in the State outside the FBI that would be better at helping you with that than that guy right out there.” I said. “And you should use that resource instead of pissing him off and spying on him.”

“I’ll consider it.” Allgood left the office and did not speak to Myron on the way out of the IT room. I came out and broke down laughing again, joined by Myron and Lainie…

Part 9 – Information By Degrees

“My client is prepared to assist you with your inquiries,” the English lawyer for Keith Dill-Worthing said, “in exchange for full immunity from any prosecution.”

“Tell us what you know, and then we’ll see.” Perlman said. I looked at Dill-Worthing, trying not to laugh as I remembered Tanya calling him “Dill Pickle” in the MCD room.

“Not good enough.” the lawyer said. “We must have written immunity first.”

“No deal, then.” I said, getting up. As Tanya and I headed for the door, I said “Let us know when you’re ready to talk. Time is growing short, and I’m talking to the others. And Dill-Worthing…” I said, my voice menacing, “since you’ve just konya escort wasted my time, I’m more likely to take one of their deals than anything with you. Think about it, buddy.”

Tanya and I walked out of the room. As we exited through the door into the Department side (the other door went to the jail side, and perps were brought in through it), Cindy Ross came out of the second interrogation room. Seeing us, she motioned for us to come in.

Inside was the Sicilian, Vince Rossolimo, his consul rep with him. I refused his offer of a deal, but when I suggested he talk first and we’d consider immunity later, he agreed.

“Okay, here’s what happened” he said, which I summarize here, cleaning up the vernacular.

There had been six people there, five men and one woman. Vince said he did not know the name of the woman, but she was an American, and it was the first time he’d seen her. The group was playing cards, contract bridge. Sometimes the person in dummy would play or talk chess with Kurchikov, as they all were amateur chess players.

Sometimes they got loud, and yes the police had come, as someone not minding their own business must have called the cops. The police had come that night somewhere in the 8:00pm timeframe. No, there had been no drugs at the party, nor any talk of drugs, they were just a group of friends that got together at times. They had all left around 11:00pm, maybe later, but at the same time. When he had left, Vince said, Vlad Kurchikov was alive and well.

“Vince,” I said, “so far you’ve spoken the general truth… but I can’t give you immunity with you leaving out so many details.” I said. “We know there were drugs there, we have some of it in our evidence room.”

“That’s the story, Officer.” Vince said.

I laughed. “Vince, if you really expect me to believe that there are six people of six different nationalities that just get together at times to play contract bridge, when we’ve found drugs, when we know drugs are dealt… and one of your group ends up dead… I was born at night, Vince, but not last night.”

The others, except Dill-Worthing, also tried the same tactics with the same story: just friends playing cards, no talk of drugs, played bridge, got loud, cops came, and no one had seen the woman until that night. The Frenchman Baptiste did say that he remembered the woman’s name as “Elizabeth”, so I had one confirmed clue.

Back in the MCD, I said to Paulina and the detectives, “They’re going to keep playing this game with us, giving us as little as they can until someone gets immunity.”

“Who would you give immunity to, if we only give it to one person?” Paulina asked.??

“Vince Rossoliano.” I said. “I think he is not the murderer, and would be the most convincing to a jury on the stand.”??

“Oh, not the Englishman Dill-Worthing?” Paulina asked. I just looked at her, meaningfully.

Tanya piped in. “He’s been the most arrogant and demanding, but also recalcitrant, of the group.” she said. “I wouldn’t give him a damn thing if he doesn’t do a one-eighty.”

“I’m tired of his attitude, also.” I said. “But to be clear: Paulina, do NOT offer Keith Dill-Worthing immunity under any circumstances, for now.”

“By the way,” Paulina said, “How do we know they weren’t all in the room when the murder happened, or that they all didn’t participate in it?”

“I don’t, not for sure.” I said, “but I strongly believe that they did leave, then one of them came back and killed Kurchikov.”?

“Why?” Paulina asked.

“First, I think they’d all be trying to finger each other if they knew who to finger. But all of them, except the murderer of course, weren’t there… so they don’t know what happened and they don’t know what we know.

“Second, because of the most important clue that was left in the room: Kurchikov’s dying message, telling us who his killer was. Isn’t that right, Tanya?” I said, smiling at my best detective.

“Yes sir.” she said, beaming. Paulina looked at both of us, totally confused.

Part 10 – Into Heaven’s Passion: Ceremony of Acceptance

“Disrobe the Candidate!”

As The Leader’s commanding voice echoed in the room precisely at midnight, two beautiful women, clad only in filmy dark blue negligees, came forward and eased the bathrobe off of Todd’s muscular young shoulders. The room he was in was filled by eleven other young men, all dressed only in bathrobes or gym shorts. The fifteen women, all beautiful, all of various ages from 20 to 40, were dressed in Grecian tunics, Roman togas, or clothing fit for a BDSM party; every woman was wearing high heeled shoes or boots. No one in the darkened room was allowed to wear any underwear. Only candles lit the room, which had a small raised stage at one end.

The atmosphere was that of a ritual ceremony of a Secret Society, like the Freemasons… but vastly different as Todd stood naked before the assemblage, his huge penis hanging heavily in front of his large balls.

“Prepare the Candidate.” The Leader ordered. A gorgeous woman, perhaps in her late twenties, with a long mane of strawberry blonde hair, came forward and knelt beside Todd. He turned so that he was in profile to the assemblage, and they watched with relish as the woman kissed the head of Todd’s big cock and then opened her mouth to devour his massive man-snake.

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Chapter 18 – House Hunting

I awoke Sunday morning with a splitting headache. After Leslie had left me, I spent the rest of Saturday night drinking by myself. I was a mess of emotions. I was so disappointed in how I acted I couldn’t bear to be alone with my thoughts. I filled myself with beer after beer trying to drown the anger and pain inside. Bad idea.

The light of the sun through the blinds was making my head throb. I dragged my ass out of bed, telling myself I deserved this and it was punishment for being stupid. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and went to work out. I ran, biked and threw the weights around in a strenuous workout that seemed to make me feel better. Every time I slowed down I reminded myself how angry I was and I pushed my workout harder.

When I was done, I headed right for the shower. I let the water fall over me and tried to wash away my misdeeds. I was sorely disappointed in myself. I finished the shower and dressed casually, not sure what Leslie had in store for me today. I was ready well in advance of my noon timeline, so I sat patiently and waited for whatever it was that was to come for the day.

It was about 10 after 12 when the doorbell rang. I answered it quickly and to my surprise found Brooke standing there. I opened the door and ushered her into the house. She looked phenomenal, wearing a royal blue tank top and white spandex skirt that fell midway on her thigh. She looked delicious as that skirt hugged her ample bottom and started to spring me to life. Her shoes were 4 inch thin heeled black peep toe pumps. I could not believe how amazingly put together she was. She was holding a folder that I barely noticed as she stepped through the doorway. She kissed me on the cheek and led me into the dining room. She placed the folder on the table and sat down. I sat across from her and waited for today’s assignment.

“I have good news and bad news,” she said. “Which would you like first?”

“You decide,” I submitted.

“Ok, good news first,” she announced. “This house is sold. I got you 20% above market value. You are quite welcome.”

“Wow, that’s a great job, thanks,” I admitted. “What is the bad news?”

“Bad news, right,” she continued. “The bad news is that Leslie and Emma have decided that you need to find a new place to live, so we will be hunting for that today. Not the ideal way to spend a Sunday, but such is life.”

“It won’t be so bad,” I kütahya escort contradicted her. “I get to spend the day following you around. I can’t complain about that.”

“If you play your cards right it could be more than just following me,” she giggled. “I should tell you, Leslie and Emma decided that you will be renting an apartment for now. So I have two places for you to look at today.”

“Why do I have to rent,” I inquired.

“Leslie and Emma decided that is the best course of action,” Brooke informed me. “This will allow the sale of the house to be finalized and the all of the divorce actions to be executed. Then they have plans for you after that. Trust them.”

“I trust them completely,” I stated.

“Good, let’s go then,” she urged as she stood up from the table.

She turned and headed for the door. I followed her closely, locking up after us as we exited the house. I threw my shades on and hoped in to the passenger seat of Brooke’s car, a white, convertible 2 seat BMW. It was sharp and she looked hot driving it. She tore out the driveway and we headed to property number one, with the top down. I was growing increasingly hot for her as we drove.

We reached the first apartment complex rather quickly. As we parked, I watched Brooke wriggle her tightly wrapped ass out the car, enjoying it thoroughly. I followed her up the walk to a ground level apartment. She unlocked the front door and guided me through, room by room. It was small and plain, smelling of fresh paint. I looked around but was unimpressed. I hated the thought of renting.

We exited after a short tour and headed up a flight of stairs. We entered a second floor unit in the same building. After another short tour, we exited that apartment as well. It had the same layout as the one below it and I was again disappointed.

“Doesn’t seem like much for the money,” I stated as we walked back to the car.

“It’s really not,” she replied honestly.

“So, that is our whole hunt for today,” I inquired.

“That is all I have to show you, yes,” she confirmed.

We climbed back into the car and drove away from the complex. I noticed Brooke taking a different route than we had traveled to get there. Soon after, we pulled into a nice, new townhouse complex.

“I thought you had nothing else to show me,” I repeated back to her.

“I have no other rentable properties to show you,” she manisa escort insisted. “But I may have a deal that suits your style of living until Emma and Leslie put the next phase of their plan for you into effect.”

“Oh really, tell me about this deal,” I urged her.

“I will do better than that, I will show you,” she declared.

We pulled into the driveway of one of the end units and Brooke opened the garage. Only the end units appeared to have driveways and garages. The row of townhouses appeared to contain 6 units. The garage door closed behind us as she put the car in park.

“Let me guess, your place,” I surmised as I stepped out of the car.

“Good guess,” she said. “It’s nice. I think you will like it.”

I followed Brooke inside and on a guided tour of her home. It was very nice, everything was new. There were two bedrooms, one was currently being used as an office but had a couch and a television in there as well. I was impressed and wondered what deal she could have for me. We stood in the kitchen and I finally got the nerve to ask her.

“So, what deal are you proposing,” I inquired.

“Why don’t you move in here,” she proposed. “I have an extra room.”

“Is that an option Leslie and Emma will consider,” I wondered aloud.

“I can be very convincing,” she indicated.

“What do you get out of it,” I wanted to know.

“Your cock, anytime I want it,” she boasted.

“I am not sure that is in the rules of the game,” I insisted.

“Leslie will have rules, but it will be worth it,” she explained.

“Ok, pitch it to them then,” I agreed.

“Great,” she exclaimed. “Let’s go.”

I followed her back into the garage and was walking past the hood of the car towards the passenger side when she stopped me.

“I need a deposit,” she declared.

“How much,” I asked.

She moved from the driver’s door towards where I was standing in front of the car. She looked up at me and grabbed my cock through my pants.

“As much as you can give me,” she growled. “Right now.”

She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to her. She kissed me passionately. I was hard as a rock already because of how hot she was; now she was molesting me vigorously. I stood no chance.

“Fuck me, here and now,” she insisted.

I reached around her body and lifted her onto the hood of her car. I undid my belt and dropped my pants below mardin escort my knees. Brooke had hiked her skirt up and exposed her pantiless pussy to me. I could not wait to be inside her. I place one of her legs over each of my shoulders and penetrated her box.

She moaned as I entered her firmly. She was wet enough to receive me with no resistance. Her pussy felt better than I could ever remember one feeling. I pressed into her twat with my rod and withdrew slowly. She gasped. I pushed in again slowly, teasing her. She looked at me desperately. I extracted slowly.

“FUCK ME,” she screamed.

Brooke was not about to wait for me to follow her orders. She lowered her legs off my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist. She used her legs to draw me into her mound. I began to lose balance as I penetrated her. I grabbed her legs from around my waist and unwrapped them. I held an ankle in each of my hands and spread her legs wide to each side, opening her gash widely to my bone.

I rammed my pole back inside her fiercely. I pulled back and rocked into and out of her snatch. I increased my speed and pounded her sweet spot relentlessly. I entered her over and over until she was writhing on the hood of her car. I used her thighs for leverage as I continued to spear her pussy with my cement shaft. I loved the feel of her soaking wet, soft pussy lips and walls on my dick. The more I thought about it while fucking her, the closer I was to cumming.

I slammed her with my cock until she could take no more and began screaming in delight. I continue to press into her as she wailed through her climax. I thrusted again as she shrieked. Her orgasm subsided and I pumped faster. My scrotum tightened as I propelled myself into her twat again. I withdrew and shoved my shaft into her again, only this time I exploded. I blew rocket after rocket of cum into her box. I filled her pussy with every drop of jizz I had in me.

When I had finished Brooked sat up and forced me backwards, causing my cock to fall out of her. I pulled up my pants and buckled my belt. She climbed off the hood and situated her clothing before getting into the car.

“Was that enough of a deposit for you,” I asked.

“It will do,” she expressed.

I climbed into the car and she pulled out of the garage. She drove the short distance to my house and pulled up in front. I got out of the car and closed the door. I looked at her, still blazing hot in her sexy car. I could have fucked her again right then.

“I guess I will wait to hear from you,” I said.

“Start packing your shit for storage,” she instructed. “This is a done deal.”

She pealed away from the house and down the road.

I liked having her in the game.

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