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Brunette

[b]Tracey Wells walked down the halls of the local college towards the coucellors office On the way she met her friend Trish ,who told her that Mrs. Denton Had Been replaced. Tracey thanked her and gave her a quick kiss as Trish left the waiting area,
Tracey entered trhe office of Miss Johnson and was greeted to a young lady with a big white smile. She asked the girl to sit ans said “How may I be of service.” Tracey looked to the floor as she sat in her chair squirming. As she squirnmd her already short skirt rocde farther up her hips so that thr crotch of her panties were now visible to the roving eye of Miss Johnson. Tracey said she was failing a course that as far ashe had known no girl in the history of tis college had ever failed. With a feigned look of concern Miss Johnson asked Tracey what course could be giving her so much trouble. In a small voice Tracey squeaked Sex Ed.
With a big smile Miss Johnson told Tracey that that had been her favorite subject and would do anyhting she could to help and asked waht was giving Tracey so much trouble. Tracey explained that her assignment was to find and report the differences betweeb kissing a guy and kissing a girl. miss Johnson thought for a few a seconds and then hit upon an idea. She asked young Tracey to wait rihgt where she was and she would be right back. Miss Johnson left the office for a few seconds and reyurned with Mr. Deeter The male coucillor. sarıyer escort After locking the door to her office Miss Johnson explained Tracey’s situation and said that each of them would kiss Tacey for 15 seconds and she would writye down the differences.
Tracey agreed and walked oveer to the smiling Mr.Deeter. As they started to kiss Mr. Deeter put his ands on Tracey’s ass lifting the hem of her skirt even more. Just beofre his kiss was to end he had slid his hand down the front of Tracey’s panties. Miss Johnson called time and stepped right up and planted a sensual lip lock on the girl. As she kissed Tracey, she proceeded to remove the girl skirt and gently run her hand across her panty covered croych. Miss Johnson could feel a starting wetness between Tracey’s thighs. Again Mr.Deeter took a hold of Tracey and kissed her hard as he put his hands up under her blouse pushing it over the girls head. As the kiss continued Miss Johnson slid to her knees behind Tracey ,Slid the girls panties down and planted her tongue squarely on the bald pussy lips of Miss Wells. Tracey let out a moan as the coucellor’s toungue ravished her now throbbng pussy and Mr. Deeter was sucking and licking her diamond hrad nipples. Tracey was in heaven.
After the two cooucellors had given the gorl the most earth sahking orgasm she slupmed to the floor as Mr. Deeter fucked Miss Johnson From Behind. Tracey sefaköy escort quickly went to her books and scribbled down some notes. After her orgasm Miss Jhonson Lay on the floor as Mr. Deeter ruturned to his office.
Tracey sat down next to Miss Johnson and said that in all the excitement she had forgotten what kissing a girl felt like. Miss Johnson smiled as they started ti kiss and run their hands oveer each othes naked bodies. The session went on as the two women got into a sixty nine postion eating each other to esquisite orgasms and going back for more. Miss Johnso loved to lick and suck on the extended clit of young Tracey as Tracey found solace in licking and sucking on the 37c breasts of Miss Johnson. Tracey felt that this would be her passing mark for this assignment as she left Miss Johnson clened her self up and sat at her desk with a smile on her face. Saying to Tracey just before she left…To cum back if she had anymore problems she might be able to help with. Tracey agreed whole heartedly.
Tracey walked to the parking lot to find Trish standing next to her car with a big smile on heer face. As the two girls tumbled into the back of the cars grabbing at each others clothes Trish asked if Miss johnson was any help with a sarcastic smile as Tracey opened her shirt and feasted upon Trishes 32b tits. Trish and Tracey had been lovers for years and the back of seyrantepe escort Trishes Ford LTD. was well known to the rwo of them. Tracey loved sucking Tish’s tits as trish has a thing on for Tracey’s bald pussy. both girls were shaved as moans came from the back of the long Ford. after two orgasms Tracey replaced her clothes and left a spent trish to compose hersefl as Tracey headed for home. The young Tracey Wells whistled as she crested the corner to her house. She quickly walked past her parents they lounged on the porch and went quickly upstairs to her bedroom and lying down put he hend up under her skirt and brought her pussy to another orgasm as she looked around after her brother Lucas had silently slipped in to her room and witnessed the combat of her orgasm. Lucas was Tracey’s older brother who was always there for her even when she didn’t want him around. They had been sexual with each other since they’rer early teens and today was to be one of those times again as Lucas dropped his jreans and boxers to release his 10 inch member to the adoring eyes of his little sister. Tracey well knew what she was to do as her mouth quickly closed in on her brothers monster cock. She deep throated l;ucas for all she was worth as he moaned with intense pleasure he knew he would recieve eact time from huis little sister. Lucas spew his ejaculate dinto the warm mouth of His sister as her moan for him sounded clear. Tracey swallowed all of his jizz and clened off his cock without removing her mouth until she had her fill. As lucas became hard a second time He rmoved his cock from his sister mouth and quickly rammed it to thehilt in her bald fiery cunt.

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Asian

Being in my thirties and not married has been a great source of frustration for my mother. She is always trying to fix me up with girls, always the ones who are totally NOT my type. So, when she told me that she wanted me to take her friend’s daughter out for dinner, I was not especially thrilled. It was easier just to do it than to listen to my mother complain, so I agreed.

I’m a pretty conservative person and have not had many wild sexual experiences, but that was all about to change on the night of my blind date. I went to her house to pick her up and was surprised to find out that she was very attractive. I’m talking very attractive. VERY attractive. I was mentally thanking my mom as we walked out the door for our date.

We were sitting at this expensive restaurant, in a little round type booth that was pretty private, talking and getting to know each other. She was a lot more forward than I was and, part way through salad, she reached over and kissed me very gently. Then she started to kiss uydukent escort me more aggressively. The next thing I know, I felt her hand on my crotch! Even though there was a tablecloth hanging down in my lap, I was totally dumbfounded that she would be so bold in a restaurant! She ended up unzipping my pants and taking my cock into her hand right there. My cock was already hard and she started to massage it while she is still kissing me.

Just then, our waiter brought our dinners. I’m sitting there with my stiff cock out, and she started to eat her steak. I figured she was done groping me, so I started to zip up. She said, “wait, I’m not done yet.” So as we ate our meal, she occasionally reached under the tablecloth to make sure I was still hard (I was, of course), stroked it for a few minutes, and then went back to eating. This was so wild! I was so horny that I could hardly eat, but she seemed to be taking her time with her meal. Every time she reached over to stroke my zeytinburnu escort cock, she stopped right before I could cum.

My cock was throbbing and covered with precum. She finally finished her meal and then scooted a little closer to me. She grabbed the base of my cock and then used the other to stroke the head of my cock. Then she leaned over, dribbling some saliva right onto my cock, then continued stroking away. Soon, I was gushing a huge amount of cum all over both of her hands. She cleaned it up with her cloth napkin just in time for the waiter to come around to take our plates and ask if we were interested in dessert. She said she would like some chocolate mousse and I agreed that sounded good too.

As the waiter walked away from the table, she brought her right hand up to her mouth and, using the tip of her tongue, seductively licked up a long stream of my cum off of it. Then, she grabbed my hand and put it up her skirt, where I discovered that she was şişli escort not wearing any underwear. I slid my finger down over her clit and right into her molten hot pussy. She said “taste it” so I pulled my fingers up and licked the juice off of them. “Mmm, tastes great,” I said and she smiled and said “now I want you to make me cum.”

Just then, the waiter arrived with our chocolate mousses. Now SHE was the one who was not as interested in eating! She moved my hand back to her pussy. I began alternating between rubbing her swollen clit and dipping into her juicy pussy. I could see that she was discretely squeezing her nipple through her blouse. Her eyes were closed, with a look of ecstacy on her face. She tilted back just enough so that I could slide a few fingers deep up into her sweet pussy. I finger fucked her for awhile, and then pulled my fingers out and rubbed firmly on her clit with my wet fingers. She rocked backward and started to cum, so I slid my fingers back in just in time to feel her pussy contract wildly and feel her creamy cum all over my hand.

I used my napkin to clean my hand up, we ate our chocolate mousse, and then I took her home. Suffice it to say I’ve become much more agreeable to my mom fixing me up on blind dates.

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The Princess Steps Out (Part 4)

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Handjob

She grabbed the heels of her feet and spread her legs wide and as the tip of his
gigantic cock-head pushed against the entrance of her pleasure-raw pussy, she
stiffened with fear. Before she could protest his oiled cock tip penetrated her
cunt, stretching the lips beyond belief. She stared in horror, as the fat, black
pipe began to sink in her blonde-furred hole. The breath rushed from her heaving
chest, and she gasped, almost in pain, as her cuntwalls were spread apart by his
villainness monster. Her body thrashed from side to side; her hands clawed the
mattress, her toes curled and went rigid, but her legs went around his
muscle-rippling ass, pulling him deeper into her taut, straining body.

“Agggggggggggh!” she screamed.

Without warning he had plunged his cock all the way in and seated it deep in her
hole, the head at the very entrance of her uterus! Sweat ran down her forehead
and she twisted her head about. Her chest heaved in exhaustion.

“Your English cunt is made of steel! Never have I felt a pussy this tight! But
you seem to hurt, Princess, shall I remove it?” he asked in a choked voice.

She grabbed his head and pulled it down, kissing him fiercely, her tongue
searching his open mouth. “Never!” she hissed, “Never! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! My
King! Oh, fuck me with your marvelous black cock!” she growled, her face a mask
of lust and determination.

He smiled and began to slowly move his cock in her stuffed pussy. Savagely, her
legs reared up and around his waist, squeezing him with surprising power. He
stiffened his arms and began to thrust.

She remembered being blinded by hot white light and her mind erupting in
brilliant colors. She remembered the lightening bolts of pleasure surging
through her body as each stroke of his massive cock seemed to set off a cum;
each one becoming bigger than the one before it until they all seemed to run
together. She remembered the wonderfully intense pleasure-pain as he plunged the
full length of his shaft into her pliant body. She could recall her hot juices
running down her asscheeks; her legs thrown up over his powerful shoulders, her
hands gripping the sides of the mattress as she held on for dear life. She
remembered the savage pride she felt when she succeeded in sucking his
impossibly large cock all the way down her throat; his spurting cum gushing
straight down her gullet.

Vaguely, she recalled Kunta’s smiling face and lusty eyes; her tongue licking at
the streaking juices being released from her body; the soothing voice that
encouraged her to suck on her big nipples while her body shook with the violence
of her primeval pleasures.

Chuka had been insatiable, and his cock forever hard. He took her everyway
possible, delighting in twisting her body to accommodate his every lust-filled
whim. He had turned her over, face down, on the table and shouted something,
hoarsely, to the others; Jumo and Mantu. Instantly, their hard cock-heads were
pressing against her face, vying for her hot mouth. Her mouth opened wide when
Chuka pushed his cum-covered prick back into her creamy hole, the force driving
the breath from her body, and both men tried to stuff her face. They were
delightfully surprised when her lust-filled brain make her stretch wide enough
to get both giant heads inside the lovely oval of her hot mouth; the scene
faithfully recorded by the all-seeing eye of the camera.

The hot, obscene images her mind had only peeked at began to come alive. Now,
two cocks assailed her willing body; one in her cunt and one in her mouth, each
man taking turns with one of her gaping openings. And Kunta’s willing mouth was
always there, her hot tongue licking and tickling, driving her to even greater
depths of black madness. Laying across her body, she sucked the black goddess’s
pussy while a big cock – she didn’t remember whose – plunged in and out of her
ever juicy cunt; the cum-cream washed off by Kunta’s eager tongue.

Cum washed over her body like a tide. She gulped and swallowed, and licked at
it; rubbed it into her face and into the skin of her body. Cum ran down her
cheeks, down her thighs, dribbled off her chin, to her tits, then down her
stomach. She bathe in it. Reveled in it. She couldn’t get enough of it. Her
tender mind was seared with the magic of black lust!

Later, in a sex induced mist she lay on the mattress, her face up, her tongue
gently licking Kunta’s pink, scalding pussy. Rich cream dripped into her open
mouth, and onto her cheeks. Squatting above her face, Kunta’s body was bent
forward; legs stiff, her ass well up in the air. Dreamily, she gazed into the
steaming caldron of the big woman’s sex, fascinated by the pink cunt walls
surrounded by a jungle of thick raven hair. Someone – maybe Jumo – was playing
with her pussy, fingering her clit, keeping her on the edge. Someone else –
maybe Mantu – had an well oiled finger up her asshole and was slowly twisting it
around, lubricating the deep virgin channel and its’ tight opening. Chuka’s head
rested on her chest, his mouth silivri escort and tongue busy with her perky tits. Lazily, her
hand played with his tight, cap of curly black hair.

She was floating on a wonderful cloud of exciting, dangerous black sex and
wished never to come down.

Chuka said something to Jumo in their native tongue. How she yearned to speak
their lovely language!

Then he whispered, “Take heed, Princess. This will be your introduction to a new
wonder of physical pleasure; one that only the magnificent prick of a Zulu can
truly give you.”

Jumo stopped playing with her pussy. She saw his black bulk hunker down behind
Kunta’s upturned ass, his thick African cock sticking out like a heavy lance.
Kunta was looking back and smiling, a look of lusty anticipation on her face.
She had seen Kunta get fucked before; what was going to be different about it
this time, she wondered. Then she saw Kunta’s brows knit together and her
features tighten in rigid determination. Kunta’s body stiffened and her arms
went out to hold her balance.

And she saw the reason – Jumo was sticking his thick cock up her ass!

Her mouth opened in surprise and wonder; her eyes went wide, as she watched his
thick monster disappear between the round asscheeks, up the dark tunnel of
Kunta’s rear hole.

“Look, my Princess, at Kunta’s face!” Chuka whispered, “Look how it changes from
pain to pleasure! Look how her fat cunt opens and begins to boil in response!
Jumo’s assfucking is making her cum!

“Have you ever seen anything so wondrous? Think how it would feel to have a
beautiful Kaffir cock in your pretty cunt, and,” he hesitated, “one up your
beautiful, tiny ass.”

Mantu wiggled his finger deeper into her bowels, enflaming her mind.
Automatically, she raised her leg to give him greater access – Chuka smiled when
he saw that her wide-open legs were directly facing the camera – but a small
piece of sanity shouted at her: Impossible! She could never take one of their
cocks up her ass; she was too small! Not Jumo’s, not Mantu’s, and, especially,
not Chuka’s!

Jumo’s prick was now seated deep in Kunta’s ass and her deep groans of pleasure
and pain played music on her ears. She stared as Jumo began to draw his fat
weapon out of her hole; pulling it out, then sinking it all the way back in, his
hands kneading the pliant flesh of Kunta’s asscheeks as he did. Her mind reeled
as the heat from Kunta’s cunt poured out of her, and her own pussy began to
squish, throbbing in time to Mantu’s vigorous fucking finger.

You can do it, the lust-filled little voice said to her; you can take anything
they can give you! Haven’t you engulfed their cocks with your mouth, sucked the
monsters all the way up your pussy? Do it, the voice said. Do it! Feel their
huge tools entering your ass, your cunt, your mouth. Give yourself completely!
The voice screamed in her brain.

Eagerly, her tongue licked at the spreading pussycream leaking from Kunta’s
boiling cunt; sliding forward to wash Jumo’s dangling balls as they slapped
against Kunta’s asscheeks. Her eyes were heavy and her chest rose and fell with
her harsh breathing. She kissed Chuka deeply, running her tongue in and out of
his mouth. “Yes, my King!” she said softly, “Yes! Fuck my Royal ass! My pussy!
Wash my mouth with your lovely black cum!”

His strong arms pulled her from beneath Kunta’s trembling body, letting the big
woman fall forward with Jumo’s cock still deep in her ass. Her gasp was pure
pleasure.

Chuka spoke to Mantu, then pulled and pushed her to her hands and knees,
positioning himself in front of her, on his knees, also, his hands holding her
tits firmly.

“Slowly!” he commanded Mantu, who, she saw, was squatting behind her, “Do not
hurt her too much.”

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she moaned. Her body was on fire; her cunt bubbling with
passion, her asshole puckering, but a tremor of fear filled her brain when she
saw Mantu’s rearing prick behind her, poised by her ass. He was the smallest of
the three men and yet his cock seemed impossibly big; too big for her tiny
bun-hole.

“Mantu will be gentle,” Chuka said, his hands feeling the trembling fear in her
body. “His cock is oiled and he will open you up for Jumo and for me, then with
our manhoods in every part of your body, you will truly be a Kaffir-loving
wench,” he chuckled. “Here, wrap your Royal lips around my shaft and it will
occupy your mind. Suck!”

She hardly heard him speak, her mind and eyes so enrapt with Mantu’s swaying
prickhead coming closer and closer to her upturned asshole. Her mouth opened of
its own accord and his black prick filled the warm moistness, her tongue
flicking across the burning knob. Without any problems, she had swallowed half
his fat shaft. Her nostrils flared as his man odor filled her senses; hungrily,
she began to suck the hard, slick, black flesh.

Hot flashes of light filled her as Mantu rubbed the swollen prickhead against
her dripping cunt, lubricating tuzla escort it and the shaft, adding her own body fluids to
the oil glistening on his throbbing prong. Without warning, he pushed his
rampant cock all the way up her yielding cunt, making her mind blaze with lust;
the once huge cock, now just a joy-filling thickness. Her eyes misted with
rapture from the pleasant invasion.

Kunta’s voice reached out to her, the heat of her assfucking making her body
burst with shaking tremors of lust and pleasure, “Oh, yes! Yes, Jumo!” she
yelled, oblivious to the others, “Harder! Fuck my ass, harrrrrrrd!”

The Princess found her mind reeling with envy and desire; her asshole twitching,
agitated by a powerful lusty itch. “Fuck me, Mantu! Fuck my ass! Open me!
Please!” she whined. Her voice was desperate with longing as Mantu pulled his
dripping cock out of her steaming cunt and placed it at her asshole. She felt
the heavy, familiar nudge and her eyes glistened. Her head bobbed frantically;
her mouth sliding all the way down Chuka’s saliva stained prick, then Mantu
pushed the fat knob into the tight ring of her puckered asshole.

“Ugh! Ugggggggh!” she gasped. “Aaaagggghhhhh! . . . oh, Chuka, it hurts! Oh,
God, it’s so big! I’m going to die!”

Kunta’s glistening face was beside her. “Breathe deeply, My Princess,” she said,
“Relax the muscles of your ass, then the pain will go away.”

With a massive physical effort she did as Kunta ordered. The fat cockhead was
in! She could feel the stretched band of her asshole fiercely gripping Mantu’s
vibrating prick, squeezing it, making his balls boil with the urge to plunge his
manhood all the way in the virgin shaft. Her mouth hung open; saliva dribbling
from her mouth, trickling down Chuka’s cock. Eyes wide with lust, he took little
notice as he held her quivering body firmly by her tingling tits.

Mantu’s strong black hands wiggled her trembling asscheeks as he gently worked
his slug-like cock all the way up her asshole. Her vision blurred as sweat
trickled into her eyes; her chest heaved and she moaned loudly, but the searing
pain began to subside, slowly replaced with a new, more intense sensation; a
sensation of perverted pleasure!

A mad itch invaded her cunt and she roughly shoved two fingers up the hot shaft
in a desperate effort to stop it.

“Aaaaaaaah!” she sighed. “Oh, my God! He’s in, Chuka! He’s all the way in!” Her
voice rose to a crescendo and her breath came in ragged gulps as Mantu forced
his throbbing prick all the way up her ass chute. Her body lit up with a
strange, exotic rapture; something never before experienced. She had a big, fat,
wonderful, black cock all the way up her lovely white ass! Her sensory system
erupted with wild pleasure.

Mantu’s body heaved with the pride and exertion of being the first in the
Princess’s asshole. He felt the changes flow through her body; first pain, then
joy, then lust! She was a wonder beyond belief, and his Zulu heart surged with
love and affection.

“Stick her on my cock, Mantu!” Chuka ordered. Laying on his back, his gigantic,
rampant prick stuck straight up like a burning spear.

Gasping in euphoric pleasure, she felt Mantu stand and with strong hands lift
her off the ground – his cock still deep in her shitter! Suspended precariously
from his staunch cock, her legs went back around him as she tried to maintain
her delicate balance. Her cunt was flowing like hot Maple syrup, thick and rich.

Never had she felt so full before!

Her fingers frigged herself, driving her cunt towards release, her mind
oblivious to everything except the heat surging in her body. Chuka pulled her
dripping fingers out of her cunt, and spread the furry lips wide with his
thumbs. She grunted and sucked air into her lungs as his large, angry-looking
cockhead split her gash and wiggled into her cunt. His hips bucked and he
groaned as the searing heat of her pussy surrounded his prickhead.

Slowly and carefully, Mantu positioned her, turning her hips slightly to accept
his Leader’s mammoth cock, never allowing his own to escape her throbbing
asshole. Sweat rolled off his body like small, raging streams as he fought to
control the tightness in his ballsac. How he wanted to flood the lovely
pale-white ass with his Zulu cum.

“Aaaaaaaah! Oooooooo!” she mewed as her cunt was stuffed with Chuka’s massive
dong. “Oh, yessssss,” she moaned, “Oh, yes! . . . so goooood!” Her voice was
choked with primitive passions; her body exploding with each new inch of fat
cock that entered her willing body. She stared outward, eyes glazed, body
sizzling; hardly aware of anything except the delights each black cock was
giving her.

Sandwiched between the two large black men, she was hardly aware of Kunta’s
active mouth, sucking her swollen nipples, adding tingling, tiny pleasures to
the violent tidal waves that crashed over her again and again. Her brain reeled
as Chuka and Mantu stroked their massive rods up her grasping fuck holes,
driving üsküdar escort her towards total insanity. Her fevered brain registered Kunta’s hands
squeezing her mouth open; Jumo stuffing it with thick, throbbing cock; the
pungent aroma and sharp taste of Zulu ass still clinging to it. Like a bitch in
heat, she started sucking on it.

Every hole in her vibrating body was filled with big,thick, black cock!

The rolling camera caught the image of her grinding hips and thrusting ass; her
wildly sucking mouth; heard the choked moans of primitive passion escaping from
her throat. But it could not capture the searing rapture that engulfed her body
and her brain, or see her twitching cunt and grasping asshole squeeze the
pleasure from the pounding cocks.

She felt their pricks stiffen and swell up as their balls prepared to rush the
love-juice into her waiting body. Her body surged as the screams of release
penetrated her whirling mind; hers the loudest of them all. Her pussy exploded
with white-hot heat as hot cum splashed in her cunt and ass, shooting deep;
washing the walls of her love channels with waves of rushing juice; overflowing
her holes with excess. Her lips buried themselves in Jumo’s thick cock-hair; his
cockhead down her throat. She squeezed his dangling balls and was rewarded with
a surge of gushing, sticky-sweet cum.

Each of her quivering love holes milked the shrinking cocks, squeezing the last
dregs from them; her body craving cum like an addict. Along with Kunta, she
licked stray globs of shiny juice from her face and arms. Kunta licked her tits
and stomach, mewing like a cat over a dish of rich cream.

“I love you all,” she whispered softly.

Chuka smiled and nodded to Kunta, “Take her and clean her up; dress her, too. It
is almost time.”

He had watched her stagger away, eying her heaving flanks. If there was time he
had thought, he would sample the tender white ass, too. Marvelous! What a woman!
He had gotten much more than he had bargained for. He had looked at the camera;
still recording. Much more.

Warm water cascaded over her body, soothing her; refreshing her mind and body.
Kunta attended her like a hand maiden; washing her, towelling her dry, then
helping her to dress.

What have I done? she wondered. Fucked and sucked three black Zulu’s; sucked
black Zulu pussy; had my cunt and asshole stretched beyond belief; wallowed in
their cum-juice; debased herself completely. Have I? No, she thought. No, I
didn’t! I just lived the most intense fantasy any woman – even a Princess – ever
had! She smiled and then she heard the noise.

“Hide her!” Chuka shouted, “It’s the Police and the Army, too.”

To her, he said, “We never meant you harm, Princess. Here,” he thrust a video
tape at her, “keep this in remembrance, and try not to think too harshly of us.”

He spate orders at Kunta and then he was gone. She remembered the fear, even
more loathsome than before, as Kunta pushed her into a closet and told her to
keep down. She cringed in the darkness, and then the noise exploded around her.

They found her; the SAS soldiers, apparently none the worst for her experience;
shaken, but seemingly in good condition. They didn’t find the video tape that
she jammed beneath her suit jacket. They were all dead. Even Kunta. The Police
and the soldiers thought the tears she shed were ones of relief.

No, I was not molested. Yes, they did treat me a bit rough, but I was unharmed.
No, I don’t need a doctor, just some sleep. Thank you; I’m ever so grateful.

Later, she heard them say that there had been a leak; an informer who led them
right to them. That’s how it ended; eighteen months ago. But not for the most
wonderful forty-eight hours of her life, she had thought.

“Your Highness? Your Highness we’re here.” There was concern in the faraway
voice and it brought her back to reality. “Are you all right, Madam?”

“Oh . . . yes! Yes, of course. I was just daydreaming. I’m sorry if I startled
you.” She rewarded the man with her famous smile.

They escorted her to the door of Mandy’s flat. She waited until they were safely
down the stair before knocking.

“Hello, old girl,” Mandy said with a wide grin. “How’s things in the Princess
business?”

“Bloody horny!” she giggled.

“Well, look what I got for you!” Mandy opened the wardrobe door. Two young,
large Blacks were standing in their jockey shorts, squeezed together.

“It’s about fucking time,” the larger one said, pushing his way out.

She eyed his muscular body, and the thick bulge at his crotch. Heat filled her
cunt with expectation and her smile went wide.

“Hey, it’s no bullshit! You really are . . .”

“No,” she said, interrupting the smaller one, “I just look like her. Everybody
tells me that.”

The large one eyed her suspiciously. “Bullshit!” he finally said. She laughed
and opened the buttons of her blouse. The nipples of her bare tits were hard and
erect. She patted his cheek and rubbed her body up against his hard blackness,
feeling the excitement.

“If that’s what you want to believe, go ahead,” she said groping for his
stiffening cock. “Tie me up to the bed and stick that fat, black cock in me;
make believe you’re getting a Royal piece of ass.”

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It was about 4:00 one late spring afternoon and I was driving casually up a country road, on the way back to town after doing a soil stability analysis on a rural site. I was coming up on a bicyclist headed the same way, half watching him/her to be sure I wasn’t crowding the rider with my F250. The rider was wearing one of those tight, ugly unisex cycling outfits, and I had given up checking out cyclist’s rear ends after a couple occasions of discovering, on passing the rider, that the cute butt at one end of the bike had a beard at the front. I’ve got no problem with gays, but I’m not and I can’t help it if I found the experience disturbing. I stuck to watching them just enough to be sure I was sharing the road fairly after that.

I had just swung out to pass the rider with plenty of space when a black and white blur flew out of the roadside bushes and hit the front wheel, sending the rider ass over teakettle. I slammed on the brakes and turned to see a big, ugly dog snapping at the downed rider as he/she tried to fend it off with the bike from a sitting position. Well, that’s ridiculous; I grabbed my hawthorn walking stick from behind the seat and jumped out, waving and yelling. The dog turned to me and got a couple good whacks in the ribs before it put its tail between its legs and ran off yelping. I turned to the rider.

“You hurt?”

I looked a little closer. Definitely female, even under the eyesore cycling outfit. She pulled off her helmet, releasing a tangled mass of strawberry blond hair, and looked up at me.

“Scraped up but nothing worse, I think. Where did that thing come from?”

“Must belong to one of those hillbillies out here. Let me help you up.”

She started to take my hand and then winced.

“Darn, my hands are really scraped up.”

“OK, let’s try it this way.”

I held her upper arm to keep her steady as she picked herself up. She took a couple steps and then staggered, almost going down, and I threw an arm around her waist. Not a big waist, I noticed in passing. She let me take her light weight.

“You hit your head or something?”

“No, I think it’s just adrenaline aftershocks. That was scary.”

“No kidding.”

I dropped the tailgate and half lifted her onto it.

“Just sit there for a few minutes and get your bearings. Let me see your hands.”

She held them out. Both palms were well scraped up, with a couple fairly deep cuts that looked like they had gravel in them. Nice hands otherwise, long fingers well cared for.

“I need the first aid kit. Sit tight a second.”

When I came back I noticed a line of blood running down her leg. Potentially attractive legs under better circumstances.

“Looks like your knees took a hit too. How do they feel?”

She swung her legs a little.

“Just scraped and bruised, I think.”

She sucked on her lower lip. Cute gesture on her.

“I’m really putting you to a lot of trouble here. Don’t you need to go someplace?”

“What am I going to do, leave you ten miles from town injured and with a busted bike? I work for myself so there’s no one tracking my time. I’ll take off if you insist but I wouldn’t feel right about it.”

She smiled. A smile that should be registered as a lethal weapon, even through the streaks of mud and sweat across her face.

“I appreciate it, believe me. I just hate to be such a bother.”

“Forget it.”

I pulled the Leatherman off my belt and folded out the tweezers.

“Let me see those hands again.”

I quickly removed the gravel and applied Neosporin and a bandage, and then did the same to her knee.

“You’re pretty good at that.”

“I was a Devil Doc years ago. Once you’ve learned to deal with IED injuries a scraped hand is pretty easy. Ready to walk to the door of the truck?”

“You don’t have to do all that.”

“Like I said, I can’t leave you out here stuck. Go hop in.”

She carefully walked to the door of the truck, keeping one hand on the side for balance, while I tossed her bike in the back and climbed in the other side.

“First things first. Hi, I’m Ben McLoughlin.”

She started to stick out her hand and then thought better of it.

“Jill Williams. I’d normally be glad to meet you, but this way of doing it is painful.”

“Hope it doesn’t happen often- at least the bike wreck part of it. So, Jill, should I take you home or to the doctor’s office?”

“Home would be great. I just want to get cleaned up and get some rest. I live over on Decatur Street.”

I tried to make small talk on the way, but she was obviously worn out and struggling to hold up her end, so I let it go and finished the ride in silence except for the directions to her house. She lived in a small house in an older but comfortable part of town, and had a Miata parked in the driveway. She lifted herself out of the truck gingerly, and I climbed out my side.

“Where do you want the bike?”

“Just set it next to the garage for now. Look, you’ve been really great.”

“No problem.”

“Well, thanks again.”

For the last half of the ride I had been debating whether mecidiyeköy escort to suggest that I’d like to see her again. I decided to skip it- she obviously wasn’t in any mood to be flirting after the crappy day she’d been having, and it would be sleazy to act like I was expecting something for helping her out.

“Glad to do it. Good luck.”

As I drove off I wondered if I was making the biggest mistake of my life.

A couple days later I found an unfamiliar cell phone under the seat of the truck while I was looking for my spare batteries. Nobody on my crew recognized it, but one had the same model and charged it up for me. None of the names in the directory looked familiar, so I took a chance and pushed the “Home” button. I got a female voice.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hello… I’m not sure who I’m calling here but I think I have your cell phone.”

Slightly suspicious.

“Who’s this?”

“My name’s Ben McLoughlin. I found this thing in my truck.”

The voice warmed up like the sun popping out from behind a cloud.

“Oh, Ben, this is Jill Williams! Remember you saved me from that dog and gave me a ride home?”

“Of course I remember. You must have dropped your phone. How would you like me to get it back to you?”

“Can we meet up tomorrow?”

“Well, tomorrow’s Friday. I have to be out in the field most of the day. How about I buy you a drink after work?”

“Sounds good, but I’m buying. It’s the least I can do after you were so helpful.”

“You don’t owe me anything, but we’ll figure something out. Say 6:00 at Anthony’s?”

“Works for me. See you then.”

Anthony’s is a seafood restaurant and bar on the waterfront boardwalk, which makes it a great place to have an after work drink and watch the sunset. I got there early enough to grab a table at the window overlooking the marina and ordered a beer while I waited. As I idly watched a seal in the harbor I heard a low whistle from the next table. I turned and saw most of the men in the bar looking in the same direction. A stunningly beautiful woman in elegant business clothes had just walked in and appeared to be looking around for someone. Some guys have all the luck. Her strawberry blond hair was in a neat French twist- wait, strawberry blonde? I looked again and she saw me, smiled, and strode toward my table, making me the target of all the envious looks for once in my life. I stood up and held her chair.

“Jill? Wow, you clean up well!”

“Thanks. I really wasn’t at my best the other day.”

“No surprise given the kind of day you were having. How are your hands?”

“No problems, just waiting for them to heal.”

She showed me her palms, which did look better. Graceful gold watch, no hint of a ring- this was looking better all the time.

“What did you say you were? A Devil Dog?”

“No, a Devil Dog is a Marine. I was a Devil Doc- a Navy corpsman attached to a Marine unit. That was a long time ago, though.”

“Sounds scary.”

“Not really. I got out before 9/11. Actually, I spent most of my service in Korea. Sometimes I thought that every new Marine had to learn the hard way not to fight with Korean civilians. I patched up more drunk jarheads on Saturday nights than I care to remember.”

There actually had been some pretty scary nights along the DMZ, but why bring up a downer like that?

“You in medicine now?”

“No, I’m a civil engineer. The Navy was more a growing up experience than a career choice. So what do you do?”

“I’m a lawyer with the state Department of Justice.”

“How did you get into that?”

The waitress came by and Jill ordered a glass of Chardonnay for herself and another Red Hook for me. The conversation never slowed down, and before we knew it the sun was all the way down.

“Want to order some dinner? Any other plans tonight?”

“Dinner sounds great. All I was going to do tonight was read a bunch of work files.”

“Sad thing for a pretty woman to be doing on a Friday night.”

She shrugged.

“Thanks. I’m too busy for much of a social life outside of work and I learned the hard way that dating other lawyers is a dead end street. The legal community gossips more than my college sorority. This is the closest I’ve come to a date in months.”

“So is this a date or a friendly dinner?”

She winked.

“Depends. Are you going to try to kiss me goodnight?”

“Should I?”

She rolled her dark blue eyes.

“Never ask a woman’s permission to kiss her. Just try it if it feels right and see what happens.”

“So we’ll know if this is a date or not at the end of the evening?”

Her eyes twinkled.

“I guess you’ll have to try it and see what happens.”

Dinner was good, although I don’t remember a bit of what we ate. I was too busy talking with Jill about anything and everything to notice.

“You always carry a big stick in your truck?”

“I got out of the military partly because of a knee injury. It usually doesn’t bother me but sometimes I have to cover some rough ground for my job, and it helps. Not to mention pendik escort it’s useful for some other things, as you saw.”

“Any good stories out of the injury?”

“It was just a dumb accident. They didn’t even give me a Purple Heart for it.”

“What happened?”

“The unit was taking our turn patrolling the DMZ. One night some dumbass lit a smoke in the open, and of course some North Korean took a potshot at the light. The guy started screaming for a corpsman, and I came running and stepped in a hole. Turned out later the round bounced off his helmet and didn’t even draw blood, but the way he was screaming we thought he was dying. I was the only one actually injured.”

Jill shook her head.

“What happened to him?”

“The gunny told him that he was too stupid to be out on patrol and made him the permanent shit burner- excuse me, latrine orderly- for the rest of the rotation. It was summer and he was a lot smarter by the time we rotated back to Seoul. Look, when I start talking about the service I unconsciously start talking like we did back then. Sorry.”

“Nothing I haven’t heard before. Don’t worry about it.”

About the third time the waiter asked if we wanted anything else the hint sank in.

“I think they want this table back. Want to go for a walk on the boardwalk?”

“Sure. Let me go grab my coat.”

I settled the bill and met her at the front door and we strolled out toward the point. About the third time our hands bumped our fingers got entwined and stayed that way. This was going better than I would have thought possible. Jill was smart and enthusiastic about life, making her a real kick to hang out with quite aside from her remarkable looks. No idea what she wanted with an average guy like me, but she seemed to be having as good a time as I was.

We paused at the end of the boardwalk, looking back at the lights of town.

“Kind of windy out here, isn’t it?”

Jill shivered slightly and moved in front of me out of the wind, leaning back a little against my chest. I wrapped my arms lightly around her slim shoulders and looked down to find her looking back and up at me with her eyebrows raised in a slightly challenging expression. I remembered something one of my professors used to say about “a tide in the affairs of men, which, when taken at the flood…” Oh, the hell with that; I leaned down and captured her lips gently. She didn’t resist, thank God. In fact, I felt a slight smile as the initial wind chill faded against my mouth. She rotated in my arms enough to reach up and run one hand through the hair behind my ear, cupping the back of my head slightly. The spicy, flowery scent of her perfume was faint but still nearly knocked me out. I kept it light; she wasn’t the type to appreciate being groped and mauled in public. By the time we broke, though, it was clear that she had absolutely no problem with a public kiss. She still had a smile on her face.

“That was nice.”

“You’re the master- or maybe the mistress- of understatement. I’m not sure I can feel my legs. I guess this is officially a date?”

“Well, to make it official, you’re going to have to walk me to my car and see what happens when we say goodnight. This has been a lot of fun, but it’s really late and I do have some things to do tomorrow.”

I checked my watch.

“My God, I never realized it was this late. That car of yours doesn’t turn into a pumpkin, does it?”

“Not in the five years of so I’ve had it. First time for everything, though.”

We turned back toward town and her hand naturally fell into mine. Neither of us was in any great hurry to get back to her car. I knew the evening was going to end there, which didn’t bother me, but I was really enjoying her company. Eventually we got to the parking lot. She unlocked her car, opened the door, and looked up at me.

“Well…”

She glanced around at the empty lot.

“Don’t ask, Ben, just try it and see what happens…”

I slid my arms around her waist, and her arms locked around my neck. This was a far deeper, more passionate kiss than the first time, and our hands were starting to wander by the time she pulled back. She smiled at me.

“I think that officially makes this our first date. You wrote down my phone number before you gave that cell phone back, right?”

“Give me credit for some intelligence. Of course I did.”

“Good. Call me and we’ll make plans to do this again.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I. Good night.”

With a quick final kiss she was gone.

It took me a few seconds to figure out why I woke up smiling Saturday morning. Then I spent the next half hour or so reliving the previous evening in glorious detail before I got up and started my regular Saturday bachelor chores. It seemed hard to believe that such a beautiful, classy woman would be interested in an average guy like me, but her actions spoke louder than words.

I waited until Sunday afternoon to call her, and she sounded happy to hear from me.

“Ben! What’s up?”

“I was just thinking about you and wanted to see how sancaktepe escort you’re doing. I also wanted to say thanks for going out with me the other night. I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.”

“I had a lot of fun too.”

Next step was obvious, and I had to take it.

“You said something about doing it again.”

“I’d like that.”

“You like sailing? I have a sailboat, and I was thinking we could take it out next weekend. Maybe run out to Johnson Island, have lunch, and bring it back.”

“I’ve never done much sailing but I’d like to learn. Saturday?”

“Saturday would be good. Let’s plan on it.”

We agreed to talk later about specifics, chatted a while, and rang off. When I looked at the clock I realized that we had been on the phone for a solid two hours. That girl was so easy to talk with that I constantly lost track of time. Strange feeling, but I enjoyed it.

The next week was a busy one. An old college friend was now a lawyer in town, and he was involved in a lawsuit over the failure of an old earthen dam back in the hills. A couple of farms had been flooded out, and now the lawyers were arguing over who was going to pay for the damage. Ed had called me for help understanding the failure analysis reports. Before I knew it, I was listed as an expert witness and had to sit for a deposition. I met Ed the day before to get ready.

“Remember, you’re the guy in the room who understands the science here. Be ready to justify your conclusions, but don’t go beyond what the data and analysis will support. Whatever you do, don’t let them make you mad.”

“I’ll be fine, Ed. What are a bunch of lawyers going to come up with that’s worse than what I dealt with in the service?”

I was thrown for a loop, though, when I walked in and saw a familiar head of strawberry blonde hair on the other side of the table. Ed did the introductions.

“Angus McLoughlin, this is Jill Williams, the attorney for the State Water Division.”

Jill stood up and extended a hand.

“Glad to meet you, Angus.”

She had a strange look in her eyes, and I quickly decided to follow her lead and not expose her private life in front of all these other people. We sat down and got started.

Some lawyers try to intimidate witnesses with word games and snotty attitudes, but the better ones make sure they know their stuff ahead of time. Jill was one of the good ones; she hit every point where there was room for a difference of opinion and made me acknowledge it, while I explained why I thought my opinion the stronger one. It turned into almost an academic discussion instead of a cross examination. She had obviously been studying the engineering issues thoroughly, and by the end I was about ready to offer her a job as a trainee if she got tired of practicing law. Once we got through the facts she started the personal questions.

“How much of your work is as an expert witness?”

“This is the first time I’ve done it. Ed’s an old friend and asked for help.”

“What are you charging for your time?”

“Nothing. I got involved as a favor to Ed, as I said, and wasn’t expecting it to go this far.”

“So you’re working for free?”

“Ed’s clients are decent folks who didn’t deserve to get their farm and livelihood wiped out because someone else was careless. I don’t need to make money off them.”

I looked at Ed and shrugged.

“For the record, though, Ed owes me a bottle of Laphroaigh when this is all over.”

“Of what?”

“It’s a single malt whisky from the part of Scotland my grandfather came from.”

“You’re doing all this work for a bottle of whisky?”

I shrugged.

“I think you lawyers call it pro bono. The Scotch is just a guy thing.”

She looked surprised, and possibly impressed, and quickly wrapped up. When it was done Ed and I went back to his office to debrief.

“So what was that odd look you and Ms. Williams gave each other at the start?”

I sighed. He didn’t get where he is by missing much.

“I had dinner with her Friday night.”

His jaw dropped.

“Dinner as in a date?”

“Well, yeah. It didn’t start out that way but that’s how it ended up.”

Ed banged his forehead on the desk a couple times.

“I don’t know whether to be outraged that opposing counsel would date my expert witness or impressed that you got that iceberg to go out with you.”

“Iceberg? She’s the warmest woman I’ve met in years! And just for the record, the case never came up once. I don’t think she realized I was involved until we walked in this morning.”

“I have to believe that. She’s tough, but she’s never been less than totally honest. She’s not the type to play around with my witnesses behind my back. You know how many men have tried to flirt or get a date with her and run into a brick wall? She’s beautiful, but she keeps every man I know at arm’s length.”

“She did say something about how getting involved with other lawyers is nothing but trouble professionally.”

He glanced at his computer monitor.

“Here’s the e-mail already. Hmm… Letting me know that she had dinner with you, purely social, the case never came up, and of course it’s not going to happen again while this case is going on. Sorry, man, I guess you’re not going to be seeing the bar’s hottest pair of legs outside of court until this is over.”

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With nothing of exception happening, Laura’s work day went fine. Looking forward to a quiet evening, the young lady entered her apartment and got everything ready for a nice time alone with herself. After changing into something more comfortable, she made herself super. Eating away, she enjoyed the simple meal. Satisfied with the main course, she opened the refrigerator and got a box of ice-cream. Taking a bowl from the cupboard, Laura placed some of the ice-cream into it. The lady reached for a spoon and proceeded out into the livingroom, placing the bowl upon the livingroom table. Reaching for the television remote, she turned on the TV to watch the evening news.

Staring at the tube, Laura saw the anchor man’s image emerge. He began reporting whatever was worth mentioning. Also, he started talking about a comet that was already near the earth. In a professional voice, the man said, “ Tonight, the earth shall move through the comet’s tail.” Further, he went on with slight sarcasm, “ There’s nothing to worry about, we’re not on a collision course with the thing.” Speaking on, he also mentioned a few historical points about how people in the beginning of the twentieth century were somewhat frightened about the effects of moving through a comet’s tail. Nevertheless, as the man emphasized, “Nothing happened back then and we shouldn’t expect anything now.”

Having a few general thoughts about the celestial object, Laura watched the news until the program ended. The young beauty spent the remainder of the evening reading some literature before she finally decided to turn in.

Finished with the book, she got up and walked into the bathroom. Pulling down her jeans and panties, Laura sat down on the toilet and took a piss. When finished, she stood up and pulled off all her clothes. Standing naked before the bathroom mirror, she stared at the reflection with a degree of vanity and admired herself. Laura loved the sight of her own tits. They were large and beautiful. Turning around, she looked down at her ass. Running her hand over the curvaceous surface, she said to herself, “ This is what always gets me out of a tight spot.” Yes indeed, she was the type of woman who used sex to promote her own interests either at work or wherever else. Being quite unscrupulous with the opposite gender, Laura used her attractive figure to help advance her career at the telemarketing company. Starting out as a general solicitor, she was now a director with over twenty people under her supervision.

With her self adoration complete, Laura walked into the shower and cleaned herself off, spending a good twenty minutes on her beautiful black hair alone. When she was done, she stepped out of the stall and dried herself off.

While completely naked, Laura went into the bedroom, putting on her nightclothes. Next, she simply pulled back the blanket and got into bed. Right before she fell asleep, the female thought a little about the earth passing through the comet’s tail. Dwelling a few more minutes on the subject, she realized that everyone would be breathing in comet residue. However, her thoughts gave way, and she fell peacefully to sleep.

At seven o’clock, the alarm rang, causing the opportunist to get up and walk into the kitchen, preparing herself coffee and breakfast. As the coffee brewed, she entered the bathroom, pulled down her nightclothes,and took a shit. After wiping her gorgeous ass clean, she flushed, got up, and washed her hands.

Returning to the kitchen, she found the coffee ready. Placing her spectacular female ass down, she drank the brew and ate some cereal.

With breakfast done, she went back to the bedroom and got dressed. After removing her loose fitting nightclothes, Laura opened the dresser drawer and took out some lingerie. Together with a pair of stockings, the lady slid into the underwear. However, after placing on the bra, it seemed a little tight. Nevertheless, she continued to dress herself completely. While putting on her skirt suit which always gave her a commanding and professional look, she noticed that the blouse seemed to be somewhat tighter than usual. Thinking to herself, she said, “ I must have gained some weight, better stay away from the ice cream.”

Having all her clothes on, she entered the bathroom. Looking at herself, she grabbed a brush and combed her hair until it was perfect. As the female gazed at herself, she noticed that her looks seemed to have improved. Laura appeared more beautiful than ever. However, shrugging maltepe escort it off, she went out to the livingroom, getting a few work items.

Leaving her apartment, she went down to her car. Getting in, Laura started the engine, shifted to drive, and drove off to work. As she moved along, a light ahead turned red, causing her to stop. To her surprise, she became agitated at the wait. In fact, her agitation almost turned to fury as she began striking the steering wheel and yelling, “ Come on, come on!” Finally the light turned green and career cunt pealed off.

Upon arriving at work, boss lady went up to her desk and noticed the absence of some material she requested yesterday. Looking at the errand man, Laura yelled, “ Where’s the stuff I ask for last night!”

With wide open eyes, he slowly approached and replied, “ Oh yes, I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“ If you would pay closer attention to your job instead of always staring at my ass, then perhaps you wouldn’t forget so much!”, Laura responded in anger.

Being slightly embarrassed, he walked away, returned a minute later with the material, placed it upon her desk, and finally left.

Realizing that she almost never behaved rudely, Laura began taking notice of her own negative behavior. She thought to her self, “ Something’s wrong with me, perhaps I’m coming down with a bug of sorts.”

After sitting down behind her desk, she began reviewing some of the material. All of a sudden, from one of the calling stations, she heard a female solicitor yell into the phone at a potential customer, “ You jerk, how many times must I explain the fucken thing to you!” Hanging up, the lady struck the side of her seat with her fist.

Immediately, Laura got up and walked over to the woman, screaming, “ What do you think you’re doing, that’s no way to speak to people; we’re here to make money not deter customers!”

Getting up, the other female yelled back, “ You can take this shit job and shove it up your ass, I quit!”

Watching the lady storm away, Laura was again overcome with an unexplainable burst of anger, causing her to yell after the woman, “ Fuck you bitch!”

Turning around, the woman moved straight back to Laura, asking rhetorically, “ What did you say?”

“ I said fuck you!”

The lady spit into the director’s face. Laura brought her hand up and was about to strike when she noticed all the other people watching. Lowering her hand, she said to the female, “ Get out, leave before I call the police.”

Leaving, the woman walked away, turning around now and then, giving Laura dirty looks.

Staring at the rest of the people, Laura yelled, “ Get back to work, this isn’t the Jerry Springer show!”

Everyone quietly returned their attention to their stations, making further calls.

Going back to her desk, Laura sat down. For the next few minutes, she simply watched all the people work. To her surprise, she noticed that many, if not all, of the female employees seemed to be slightly on edge, fidgeting about in their chairs. Also, most of the women were constantly readjusting their blouses, trying to relieve pressure from certain points. Looking on with an ever-growing interest, she realized that these women seemed to have the same problem she had. Reflecting further, she felt her own blouse to be tighter than it was an hour ago. The whole thing didn’t make any sense.

The workday finally came to an end. She went down to her car and drove home. When the woman arrived in her apartment, she happily removed her work clothes and was about to slip into a pair of jeans. However, as she tried to button them shut, she realized they were too tight, Laura couldn’t close the waist.

“What the fucks going on?”, she ask herself.

Pulling off the pants, she took out another pair from the dresser, picking a pair that was always a little loose on her. She put them on. They did manage to close, but only by a hair.

Thinking herself to be getting fat, she prepared a light meal for herself. As the evening came to a close, she showered off, put on her night clothes which were now not as loose as always, and finally went to sleep.

With the alarm ringing, she got up, made coffee and breakfast, and went through the rest of her morning routine before getting dressed.

Returning to the bedroom, she started to dress. When Laura reached for her bra and placed it about herself, she discovered that it wouldn’t manavgat escort close. With some desperation, she reached for a few others, finding that none of them fit. Frightened, she didn’t know what to do. Finally, Laura decided to stay home in the hope that it’s all a bad dream.

Walking out to the kitchen, Laura took up the phone and called work. Dialing the number, she heard a male employee, “ Hello.”

“ Hi, its me, Laura, I don’t feel good, I’m taking the day off.”

“ Ok, fine.”, the man said.

However, he also added, “ That’s funny, almost half of the women called off today, and the ones that are here are hell to work with.”

Listening with confusion, she simply said, “ Well, I don’t know what to say; hopefully I’ll be better tomorrow.”

After hanging up the phone, she went back to her bedroom. However, as she entered the room, she noticed that the hair on top of her head rubbed against the top of the door entrance. Turning around, she walked back. To her great surprise, the lady reached almost to the top of the entrance way. Looking all about, she did indeed realize that she was taller. In fact, at least a half a foot taller.

Standing alone with herself, she was naked and afraid. Despite the fear, aggression also seemed to pronounce itself.

Perplexed, she went into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Gazing at herself, she was struck by an increasing radiance, causing her appearance to become more and more beautiful. Eventhough she stared at the same person, her image steadily grew into a model of feminine perfection.

Wondering what to do, Laura eventually said to herself, “ I can’t just sit around her all day.” Finally, she managed to get some clothes together that fit her. Fitting tightly, they nevertheless had to do.

Opening her apartment door, she went out into the hall. As she walked down the corridor, she saw a male tenant about to enter his apartment. Staring at him, she realized that the sight of him gave her an overwhelming sexual urge. Never before experiencing such an erotic force, Laura uncontrollably went over to the man. Seeing that he was shorter than herself, she felt the urge to reach out and take possession. As the man turned and looked into her eyes, she could no longer restrain herself. Whatever was making her grow was also increasing her sex drive.

Grabbing him by the shirt collar, the horny female pushed him up against the wall, surprised at her own strength. Stunned, he ask, “ What the hell are you doing?”

“ I want you, and I want you now!”, replied the lady.

Pulling him by the shirt, she dragged him back to her apartment. Entering the suite, she pushed him in, closing the door behind her. Moving toward the man, the excited female tore off all her clothes. Looking on in amazement, the man said nothing, only stared forth at her looming, yet sexy frame. Standing before him, she ripped off his attire, throwing the apparel to the floor. He tried to resist, but her strength was too much for him. Finally, she pushed him down and got on top of him, yelling like a mad woman, “Get hard now, or I’ll beat you to death!” She began fondling his cock and balls. The sight of her attractive body must have done something to him, for he began to erect. Forcing his prick into her cunt, the female began bouncing around. As she moved about, sexual ecstasy grew and grew until her orgasm burst forth. Yelling at the top of her lungs, she exclaimed, “ Oh, oh, yea, yes…!” The euphoria over, she got up and said rudely, “ Get the fuck outta here.” After reaching for his clothes, the man left in a hurry.

Alone in her apartment, Laura realized that she destroyed the last part of her wardrobe which fit her.

Since she couldn’t leave the apartment, the female simply turned on the television. What she saw didn’t surprise her, for she already knew from the way all the other women were acting at work yesterday that she wasn’t the only one. Upon the TV there was a special report about something going on throughout the world. The anchor man was holding an interview with a leading scientist. The scientist said, “ The comet’s unique, it only comes near the earth every thirty million years.”

“What’s the difference between this particular comet and all the rest?”, ask the newsman.

“ This object emits a chemical substance that reacts with the biochemistry of human females.”

With a curious look, the anchor man inquired further, “ What’s marmaris escort the predicted effect on women?”

“ The substance will cause human females to grow exponentially.”

“ Is there any indication that the growth process will stop at some particular height?”

The biochemist answered, “ It appears from our research that women should all eventually reach a height of two hundred feet!”

Looking surprised and shocked, the anchor man ask, “ Are you sure you’re right?”

“Absolutely.”

Just standing before the picture tube, Laura absorbed it all, remarking to herself, “ Two hundred feet, what will everything look like from that height?”

Finally, the day came to an end and she fell to sleep. When she awoke the next morning, she found herself touching the ceiling of the apartment. Knowing she had to get out of the building before she got trapped, Laura went down the stairs and out to the street, standing naked upon the sidewalk.

However, her embarrassment came to a quick end when she saw other women standing around naked also. All of them were between eigth and nine feet tall. Just as herself, they were all extremely beautiful. Furthermore, as she looked in one direction, Laura noticed a group of females attacking a male, having sadistic sexual fun with him. They tore off all his clothes, and each inturn sat on his face, forcing the man to lick her cunt. The sight stimulated her, for she too was hot at the crotch. Nevertheless, Laura turned around and saw a small television through the glass of a store window at the base of the building in which she lived. A man was on the air, saying in a terrified voice, “ The whole world’s affected, women are growing everywhere!”

The same anchor man came on again and ask the field reporter, “ What affect is this all starting to have on everything else?”

“ Civilization is falling apart!” , replied the male in desperation.

Turning his attention to the general public, the lead anchor said, “ It appears that every social function depending upon female labor is beginning to unravel!” Trying to remain calm, he spoke further, “ All phone companies are stopping service, stores are closing, and a general wave of lawlessness is sweeping the planet, this time caused by women!”

A few more days into the future brought the average female’s height up to twenty feet! Cities appeared as war zones as the women plundered everything without remorse or shame.

In addition to the continuous height increase, women were also becoming progressively more beautiful. Even the most homely woman became a raving beauty. Nevertheless, the aesthetic changeover was counterbalanced by an increasing brutality like non other. After a full month, the women had reached their full height of two hundred feet!

At this point they stopped growing. From now on, all was a struggle for food. The titanic females fought one another for whatever they found to fill their large and hungry stomachs. Further, no male was safe, for women would eat men whenever a towering temptress saw a helpless little member of the opposite sex. Law and order completely collapsed. Governments disintegrated as all the major lines of communication were severed. In the end, nothing was left save herds of gigantic sexy women, stopping at nothing.

Being one of these colossal cunts, Laura walked the earth and crushed all beneath her.

As she roamed the remains of the city she lived in, Laura came across her old boyfriend. When she saw him, he tried to run under the remains of a house, but she grabbed him before he made it underground. Standing up, the evil goddess dangled him before her cruel, yet seductive face, saying, “ So you dumped me for that other bitch last year, well, we’ll see about that!”

Yelling, he pleaded, “ Please Laura, don’t hurt me!”

“ Fuckyou little worm, I’ll give you what you deserve.”

Laughing, she lowered him to her pussy. After shoving him in, he wiggled about within her mighty vaginal cavity, bringing her to orgasm.

Pulling him back out, she looked down and remarked, “ Here, see how it feels to be dumped.”

“ No, don’t, please!”, he screamed.

While he begged for his life, she let him fall to the ground. Striking the cement, he was killed instantly. Nevertheless, she had a final fling at revenge by stomping his corpse to a pulp.

Laura’s remaining days on earth were those of a huntress. She prowled about, fighting other giantess vixens for food and men. With emotions running wild within her, her life was full of passion. On the whole, Laura was beauty and the beast all in one, adapting well to this new environment, and surviving many years into the future.

The End

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Take a Walk on the Wild Side

I’d been married to Connie for nearly 10 years when this story began. I was 44 and she was 32. We had a beautiful daughter who was 4 year old. Connie’s as gorgeous and sexy today as the first time I saw her in the perfume department of a large chemist in the City Centre 12 years ago.

She has fantastic thick shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and looks a bit like the actress Nicola Stephenson; especially her cheeky smile and freckles. If we won the lottery she’d like bigger boobs but I like them just the way they are — 34b…..nice and bouncy and still firm enough for her to go topless on the beach (which really turns me on). I still play indoor football once a week and go to the gym two or three times; so I’m still quite trim for a guy my age.

It had become difficult to keep things fresh and exciting especially with Connie juggling a full-time job and being a wife and mother; plus our daughter is a bit of a handful. My job now takes me away from home 1 or 2 nights a week and I’m rarely home before 7.30 on the other nights; all of which leaves us both knackered most nights; but we still try our best to keep the spark alive.

We were at the dreaded stage that married couples fear most– each week night was the same. When I was at home we would have a family meal; bath our daughter, put her to bed, make a coffee then sit on the sofa staring at the idiot-box in the corner while I massaged my wife’s feet then bed by 11pm without the merest hint of sex.

On Fridays I’d sometimes go to the local pub and Connie would be in bed when I arrived home; drunk. On Saturdays we would go out with friends for a meal and drinks then after 5 minutes each in the bathroom we would have sex. Now — don’t get me wrong; it was always good sex. Think about it; my wife is young and gorgeous but…..but…..it was pretty much the same most weeks. I knew exactly which buttons to press and in which order to make her have a satisfying orgasm and I did…..every bloody Saturday night between 11.30 and 11.45!

In the previous couple of years I’d had a few opportunities for extra-marital naughtiness and had weakened twice — once at a European Sales Conference in Bonn with a Swiss woman and another time in London with a colleague that was recently divorced. Neither was as spectacular as I’d hoped but great fun none the less!

I was pretty sure Connie had been faithful until she was invited to a ‘schoolgirl’ themed Hen night to Manchester with her younger sister, Marie and about 20 of their friends to celebrate a 21st birthday. When she returned home on the Sunday evening she was a bit sheepish and quiet; which was unusual. Later in bed after a lot of coaxing she told me that due to her outfit she had received an awful lot of male attention on the Saturday night and had absolutely loved it. I got her to wank me as she eventually admitted to dancing with a couple of guys in a club then eventually confessed in a whisper that they had both put their hands up her skirt to play with her suspenders and had tried to get inside her knickers but she’d resisted. Then she giggled when she realised that my cock was getting harder and harder. With a new found confidence she then told me that she had even let one of them play with her tits as they snogged; which made me cum all over her hand. I always felt that there might be more to the story but didn’t ‘push it’…..but when I was alone in a hotel later in the week; I had a few wanks thinking about what she might have got up to.

After football the following Sunday morning one of the younger lads; who didn’t know I was married to Connie; showed us some photos of his girlfriend in a schoolgirl uniform on his mobile phone then regaled the bar with some of the tales she’d told him about a recent trip to Manchester. She’d told him that 6 or 7 of the women had got fucked including two married women who had gone back to a hotel with some rugby players from Wales and had got fucked six ways sideways! My cock instantly stiffened at the thought of Connie being one of the married women!

The thought of my wife going with another guy or more than one guy drove me insane with lust for the next few days. Without ever telling her why; I became almost insatiable; which made Connie feel very desirable and therefore more accommodating to my sexual needs. A ‘win-win’ situation for both of us.

On the Thursday night I was checking out my Facebook site for the first time in weeks when I spotted that one of her friends had posted some pictures from the Hen Night. No wonder she’d received lots of attention! Connie’s shirt was unbuttoned so that her tits were nearly falling out of her pink Wonderbra and her skirt was so short you could see her stocking tops and suspenders without her even bending over! In one picture she had one guy sticking his tongue in her ear while she smothered his friends’ face with her tits! Her friends were just as lecherous in the other dozen or so pictures of them showing their arses and one of her friends sucking on a life like dildo! It certainly looked like they had had a really good time and the picture of Connie and the two guys really intrigued me….plus it helped me have another wank; fantasising about my darling wife with two horny rugby players!

In bed the following night Connie nearly choked when I mentioned (as casually as possible) that I’d seen the Facebook pictures.

“You look like you had fun.” I grinned as she blushed like a beetroot.

“I can explain.” She stammered as she squirmed and quickly turned away from me. “I thought that you’d told me about everything that happened on Sunday night.” I chuckled as I began stroking her nipple through her nightie.

“I did.” Connie whispered as her nipple became erect.

“Are you sure?” I continued as my cock nudged against her buttocks. “There was a picture of you with…..two guys….and…..some of the comments under it were….well…..someone asked if their bedroom was bigger than yours.”

I began softly kissing her neck and rubbing my erection against her soft arse but Connie was now stiff with trepidation.

“I’d love to know how you would know if their bedroom was bigger than yours sweetheart.” By now I’d lifted her nightdress up and was alternating stroking her tits with running my fingers through her hairy bush.

My wife slowly turned over until she was lying on her back. Her eyes were filled with tears.

“Something else happened….didn’t it?” I asked as I kissed away the tears then gently placed her hand on my rock hard cock. “I’ve already had a couple of wanks thinking about them putting their hands up your skirt and you letting one of them play with your tits.” I then kissed and licked her nipples. “Tell me everything babe….please.”

Connie’s hand gently stroked my shaft making me shiver with excitement.

“Are you sure?” She whispered as she sniffed back another tear.

“Oh yes!” I chuckled as I flicked my tongue across her nipples and gently teased her legs apart.

“As soon as we left the hotel in the afternoon guys were whistling and shouting at us.” Connie’s voice was barely audible but her fingers kept running along the blue veins on my dick.

“Every where we went guys were hitting on us and buying us drinks.” She finally looked me in the eye as if asking if she should go on. “Even when I was a teenager I never got attention like that….it was….intoxicating!” Connie chuckled at using a ‘big word’.

“Mmmmmm.” I purred as my fingers stroked and tugged her bushy pubes. “I’m not surprised…you looked dead fucking sexy!”

“It was in the second or third bar that we….you know….relaxed….and let ourselves go.” She was now resting on her side and had slightly opened her legs for me. “We were in the toilets when Marie hiked her skirt up and said something about ‘Lets take a walk on the wild side!'”

I nodded as I peeled her pussy lips apart and ran my finger down her sticky slit.

“I thought ‘why not for one night’….and hiked my skirt up too then loosened a couple of extra buttons on my shirt too.” Her chest was becoming flushed now and her pussy even wetter. “I was drunk and…it was just meant to be….a laugh…..I didn’t expect anything to….’happen’….you believe me don’t you?”

“Of course.” I lied and gently slid a finger into her love pot as her fingers wrapped around my dick and started sliding slowly up and down.

“Guys were all over us.” My once shy wife grinned. “They were nearly fighting to buy us drinks and one of them was rubbing up against me…..you know….pretending to shag me from behind!”

I automatically raised my eyebrows in surprise.

“And I leaned forward and pressed back against him….pretending to……have an orgasm….you know like in ‘When Harry met Sally’!”

Connie was a flirt ….but…… not like that normally.

“Everyone cheered…..it was the most amazing night of my life.” Her face had lit up now and she had her left leg curled and raised for me to continue fingering her.

“Then we moved onto another bar that had music playing and some of the guys had followed us and wanted to dance.” She was in full flow now and obviously getting as turned on as I was with her confession. “When I danced I made sure my skirt lifted up and my….tits….jiggled.” We both chuckled because that’s my favourite ‘game’….when she shakes or jiggles her tits. “Lyle loved it when I did that.”

“Lyle?” I quizzed her.

“The two guys in the picture…..Lyle and Scott…from Scotland. They were on a Rugby club trip.” Connie’s eyes glazed over slightly at the memory.

“Nice guys? How old are they?” I innocently asked.

“Verrrryyy nice.” Connie purred then giggled, “Lyle was 20 and Scott 22….I asked!”

“Then what happened?” I inquired as my balls began aching.

“It was on the dance floor that Lyle began playing with my suspenders and stockings. I think he was showing off to his friends….lifting my skirt up and stuff….but….” Connie hunched her shoulders and gave me her ‘naughty girl’ smile as she squeezed my cock very tight, “I didn’t give a shit what anyone thought….. and let him.”

“Then Scott barged in and wanted the next dance. He was taller….even bigger than you ….he did the same….his hands were straight up my skirt……squeezing my arse…..even spanking it a little bit….telling me how naughty I was and how naughty schoolgirls should get spanked for showing their knickers on the dance-floor. I tried to shock him by saying something about ‘was he man enough to spank me’. He lifted my skirt and gave me three hard slaps on the arse in front of everyone!”

“What did you do then?” I asked incredulously as I stuffed her twat with a second finger.

“I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.” Connie giggled again. “Then he put his hand up the front of my skirt as we slow danced and……”

“AND?????” I gasped as I felt my balls tighten.

“He tried to finger me! A great big farmers finger; but I kept moving — twisting away and stuff so he couldn’t get it in….but it felt…you know….well you wouldn’t…but…..so very naughty.”

“In fffffront of everybody?” I stammered.

“Well…..it was dark….but……Marie was watching us.” Connie was grinding onto my fingers now and thankfully her strokes had slowed down on my dick.

“Then what happened?” I garbled as I started thinking about Hilary Clinton in my attempt to stop cumming too soon.

I finally pushed him away and went back to the bar.” Connie’s chest was now heaving and her nipples were like diamonds.

“Then what?” I repeated……Hilary was now starting to look very sexy inside my head!

“He followed and bought me a cocktail….then told me he wanted to take me back to his hotel.”

“And?” My balls were vibrating now at the thought of my wife going back to a hotel room with a handsome young stud.

Connie shrugged her shoulders and curled her lip. “I couldn’t….really…..I wanted to…..but….I couldn’t.” Her eyes misted over again as she re-lived the moment she turned the young stud down. “I really really wanted to…..”

“Oooohhh…uuuggghhh.” My spunk poured out all over my wife’s hand.

“Hehehehehe….you’re terrible!” Connie giggled as she looked at the warm jism and began rubbing it back into my shaft. “What would you have said if I had gone back to his hotel?” She turned her head away to avoid eye contact and whispered.

“I think….” I considered my next words very carefully, “it would have really turned me on.”

“Really?” Connie looked me straight in the eye for confirmation.

“I think so……yes.” I croaked back at her as she cranked my cock back to stiffness.

“Maybe next time then.” She smiled a wicked smile.

I still wasn’t 100% convinced that she hadn’t gone back to the hotel; like Greg keçiören escort had told us after the football match.

“Did anyone actually….. stray?” I asked as my fingers curled deep inside her soaking twat.

“Apparently a couple of girls from Accounts did go back with some of Lyle and Scott’s mates and had a bit of an orgy!” Connie giggled and sounded a little bit jealous.

“Oh.” Was all I could think of to say.

Connie looked down at her spunk smeared hand and winked then twisted until she could open her knickers drawer. With her dry hand . After a quick fumble at the back she produced her 9 inch dildo and waved it in front of my face.

A second later we were in a 69, Connie curled in a ball sucking my cock while I lapped at her dripping cunt juice and fucked her with the sex toy.

My head was spinning as I lapped at her honey pot. She hadn’t been this wet for years….I was in Heaven and so was Connie as I licked and sucked on her clit and labia as I stroked and tugged her soft curly pubes. Connie really was a good cocksucker! Her tongue and lips alternated between feeling like silk and velvet to becoming a Dyson vacuum cleaner! Her fingers were all over my balls and shaft too.

“Shove the toy in.” My wife panted as her tongue flicked across my aching cock. I tried to force it in but it was difficult with the best cocksucker in England deep throating my dick!

“Get on your knees!” I grunted with frustration.

Still with my cock in her mouth; I was on my back and Connie was on her knees in seconds. Her eyes flickered when I pressed the life like knob against her slippery slit.

“Is this what you want?” I teased as it slid in with ease, “a big fucking cock up your twat while you’re sucking a cock?” Talking dirty in bed really turned her on….I guess she’s a bit submissive; but this was going to be a little bit different….I intended pushing the boundaries.

“Is it?” I asked again as I began fucking her with the plastic cock, “you love getting fucked at both ends; don’t you?”

She squeezed my shaft and nodded; without making eye contact.

Soon my left hand was pumping the toy in and out of her pussy as her sucking went up another level.

“Ooohhh…that’s good…..you’re a real dirty cocksucker…aren’t you?” I would never dream of talking to her like this in real life but ‘bedroom talk’ gave us both a buzz and the right words at the right time never failed to bring her to orgasm if I was fingering her or she was riding me.

The toy was gliding in and out very easily now (too easily?) as I continued my speech.

“Ooohhh baby…imagine what it must be like getting fucked like this with two big real cocks….one in your mouth and…..one up your….” I waited a few seconds. Normally I’d say pussy or fanny or slot but tonight I was going to use the C word and see what her reaction was.

“Yes…..(gasp)….you sucking my cock and….and…somebody else fucking your…..sopping…cunt…..with his big cock!” There. I’d said it. There was a dramatic silence for nearly two seconds as I waited for her response.

“Mmmmmm.” Connie purred as she turned her head to face me and her fingers rubbed my shaft even faster while her tongue curled around my tingling knobhead.

“Oh fuck!” She wasn’t upset or angry…..my wife had actually purred and I swear she got even wetter as she sucked my cock even harder!

I carried on like this for 5 minutes or so……talking about all of the young guys in our pub wanting to fuck her……taking it in turns to fuck her and ram their cocks down her throat……maybe even two strangers picking her up in a nightclub and fucking her cunt inside out! hahaha!

She was now moving her hips in time with my dildo fucking and had let my cock slip out of her mouth so she could rub it across her face and tits….just the way I like.

“Faster.” She panted. My wrist was soon a blur and with a well practiced flick of my thumb I finally switched the toy on.

“Oh SHIT! Yes!” Connie gasped. We both knew it wouldn’t be long now.

“Get my fucking cock back in your fucking mouth.” I grunted as I desperately tried to tighten my balls and not cum too soon. I wanted this to last forever..

“That’s the way…. you dirty fucking cocksucker …fill your mouth with it while some stranger fucks your cunt!”

“Ugh….ugh!” Connie grunted as her fingers rubbed her clit while I pounded her cunt with 9 inches of vibrating plastic and began moving my hips so I could fuck her mouth.

“Open your fucking throat!” I was now nearly in a frenzy as I fucked her mouth, “I’m going to fill your fucking mouth with hot spunk…..while….”

Connie was trembling now as her fingers rubbed her clit to orgasm and the dildo was disappearing inside her belly.

“Ooh….oh….ugh….ugh…..FUCK…FUCK….FUCK ….YES!” I yelped as I emptied a cup full of hot seed down my wife’s’ throat at exactly the same time as she squealed and cried out with a loud orgasm of her own.

I pulled the toy out with a sloppy plop, switched it off then dropped it on the floor before facing my beautiful sweating wife.

“WOW.” I whispered as I tried to inflate my lungs. “WOW…..how good was that?”

“One of the best ever.” Connie whispered back as she clung to me like a limpet.

It was basically now or never for me.

“Didn’t you mind when I……” I stumbled over the words, “when I…used the C word and…and talked about…..other guys fucking you?”

Still with her eyes closed Connie smiled and kissed my chest. “No….not really….it…it…” her voice was barely audible, “turned me on a bit.”

“A bit?”
“A lot…. then.” She quietly whispered and pressed her warm tits against my chest.

After a few minutes of basking in the afterglow of our love Connie whispered.

“Where you serious…you know…when…..I told you about….in the club….and….those guys….and….if I’d…..you know….actually……. you know?”

“Yes.” I instantly replied. “Really?” Connie whispered and kissed my neck.

“Why?” I whispered as my heart began thumping again. “Is there something that you want to tell me?”

There was a deafening silence for a few seconds then Connie huskily told me; “No…just…..the thought of….you know…..two guys…actually….you know……it…it….really turns me on.”

“Fucking hell!” I gasped. “Me too.”

We looked into each others twinkling eyes…..my fantasy might actually be about to come true.

“With me?” I asked virtually silently for fear of getting the wrong answer.

“I guess so.” Connie looked disappointed at my question.

I quickly interjected, “Or have you got someone else in mind?”

A thin smile parted her luscious lips. “Oh! You think….the guys from the Club?” Then she giggled. “No no no…..after coming so close….with them….I just….would…love to…you know…try it….once.”

“Do you want me to…..arrange something?” I panted as I could hardly breathe with excitement.

Connie nodded. “But nobody that we know.”

It took ages to get to sleep as I planned and unplanned who to ask and what we could do and where.

Over the next couple of days I asked over and over again if she was happy doing this and after plenty of assurances and a small set of rules I set about my task.

She’d set me a helluva challenge….a threesome with someone that we didn’t know; possibly including me but possibly not but I definitely had to be in the vicinity.

I spent an inordinate amount of time over the next week lying in lonely hotels; thinking, planning and researching my challenge. Obviously this wasn’t hard work! We didn’t make love at all during this stage…but we had sex — sweaty sex every night.

On the Friday night after our daughter went to bed I told my wife that I’d joined a couple of Swingers sites on the web and had found a relatively discrete Swinging Club about 60 miles away that looked perfect.

We instantly fired up my PC and I showed her the site. Within five minutes Connie had agreed to visit the Magpie Club the following Saturday night. Under the pretence of a colleagues Engagement party that would necessitate a stay in a hotel my mother agreed to let my daughter stop over and we would collect her on the Sunday afternoon.

The 50 mile journey from my parents to the hotel was driven in virtual silence; but we just kept grinning at each other. As soon as we’d checked in we hit the bar. My first pint went down without touching the sides! Connie had a glass of white wine and I sipped my second pint as we chatted like teenagers on a first date.

We agreed to go for dinner first then onto the Magpie Club for about 9 o’clock. At 6.30 I was fastening my belt when the bathroom door opened and Connie made her appearance. I was stuck for words as she posed and postured in the doorway. She’d bought a new outfit including underwear but had kept them as a surprise for me.

“Wow!” I mouthed. My 32 year old wife looked like an ultra sexy vixen. She was wearing a floaty black and red wrap-over dress that ended about 3 inches above her knees and had a spectacular plunging neckline that a man could get lost in. To compliment this she was wearing very sexy 4 inch red stilettos and, when she turned around, black silk seamed stockings.

“Is this appropriate?” Connie asked rhetorically as she applied another coat of bright red lipstick to her luscious lips .

“I’m not sure I want to go out now!” I grinned like a man who’d just won the Lotto.

“Well you might not; but I certainly do and will just go by myself!” She giggled as she finished a glass of gin and tonic from the mini-bar.

In the lift Connie suggested having another quick drink in the bar before we ventured out to look for a restaurant. At first I thought she may be backing out; now that we had left the safety of our hotel bedroom; but I couldn’t have been more mistaken. She slinked around the bar until she finally found an empty table in full view of a group of men in Tuxedos waiting for a taxi. As she sat down her dress flapped open accidentally giving the men a flash of stocking top and suspender. When an elderly man caught her eye and smiled Connie just raised her eyebrows as if the glimpse of stocking top was the most natural thing in the world.

“Did you see the way they were looking at me?” Connie chuckled when I eventually joined her.

“What did you expect dressed like that?” I chuckled with nerves.

“Even if we don’t….you know….actually….do it….It’s going to be fun night; isn’t it?” My wife cheekily smiled as she ran her bright red fingernails down the back of my hand.

After finishing our drinks and Connie receiving even more admiring glances we left the hotel to find a restaurant. It was quite breezy and as we crossed the road her dress blew up and open giving a bunch of lads standing smoking outside a pub doorway a perfect view of her stocking tops and underwear. They cheered and clapped and some even called out for us to join them but Connie just smoothed her dress and carried on walking. I was impressed.

We chose a small Italian restaurant and the waiters were very very attentive taking every opportunity to look down her dress at her Wonderbra enhanced breasts.

Connie was in her element and I felt amazingly proud of her and got more and more turned on as the night progressed. We finished our meal at 8.15.

“What do you want to do now?” I nervously asked. “Go for another drink?”

A mischievous grin lit up my wife’s face. “Not on your life! Let’s do it….let’s take that walk on the wild side!”

We silently clung to each other for 5 minutes at the side of the road while we waited for a taxi to stop. Eventually one did and it was my turn to get a great view as Connie bent forward to get into the cab and her dress rode up giving me a perfect view of her sexy seamed stockings, suspenders and transparent black knickers. Judging from the grin on the drivers face he must have got a good look down the front of her dress too.

When I told the driver where we wanted to go he winked as if to tell me he knew exactly where it was.

I don’t know why but I was surprised that the Magpie Club was in a run down part of town near the docks; but when we pulled up outside it was just like on the website — a big old pub-hotel with a gated car park and a set of steps up to the front door.

“It’s your last chance to back out.” I nervously told my beautiful wife as I typed in the 4 digits that I’d selected when I’d joined on line and the door swung open.

She curled her lips to let me know she was getting annoyed with my constant questions, then cocked her head towards the light.

As soon as we were inside we were greeted by the Clubs’ owner Ben who took us küçükçekmece escort into a small room to explain how the club was run: there was a bar and drinks were included in the price but no one was allowed to get drunk. When a woman says ‘no’ it’s a definite ‘no’. Casual attire was permitted in the two large downstairs lounges but anyone going into the side rooms or upstairs was expected to undress — pants or a towel for men ‘absolutely anything’ for the ladies! All bags and personal items were to be kept in the lockers provided at all times (to stop people taking sneaky photos or using drugs!) and ladies would be given a transparent bag to keep lipstick or cigarettes in.

Apart from that one of the Maids would show us around and answer any more questions that we might have. He then went to the door and asked someone to join us. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when the ‘Maid’ walked into the room.

‘She’ was over six feet tall and wearing a full French Maid’s outfit with fishnet stockings and frilly knickers but….’she’ was obviously a ‘he’ and must have been in his sixties and was wearing full makeup and a blonde wig.

“This is Miss Sixty your maid for the evening.” Ben introduced us. I stood up and shook his hand.

“Hello.” He greeted me with a voice three octaves lower than Barry White. He then took us into the lounge and introduced us to the 6 couples and three single men that were sitting chatting in various stages of undress; then he went to get us our drinks.

Suddenly I felt very nervous and was wondering if we were doing the right thing but Connie immediately made herself at home chatting with the other women who told her about the different things that went on in the Club. My wife’s’ dress kept accidentally flapping open and I noticed that she was deliberately bending forward so the men could get a good eyeful of her magnificent chest.

I on the other hand struggled to make conversation and contented myself with checking out the other members. Connie was by far the youngest person in the room and certainly the prettiest. The two single guys Fred and Perry were about my age but everyone else appeared to be late 40’s through to about 60. A couple of the men were quite fit looking but the others had beer bellies and the women were similar….mostly being ‘quite rounded’ and ‘fuller figured’.

“Would you like to see the other rooms?” Miss Sixty asked as we finished our drinks.

“Ooh yes please!” Connie giggled and clapped her hands.

“I’ll take you into the changing room and arrange lockers for your clothes.” Miss Sixty told us in a matter of fact manner.

Connie was so keen she was virtually out of her dress before we’d left the lounge, I was a bit slower but thanked my lucky stars that I’d chosen a clean pair of CK boxer shorts to wear. She was soon in her element as we wandered around the club with Miss Sixty looking into the different rooms and seeing an assortment of people indulging in a variety of sexual activities. Her high heels were making her teeter a she walked and her tits and arse bounced in time; making her attract a lot of attention from women as well as men as we wandered around the club.

Most of the rooms had a bead curtain in the doorway to allow people to look inside but there were also 2 or 3 with proper doors and ‘do not disturb’ signs hanging on the handle. There was a Jacuzzi room, a pole dancing room, a few with beds in that people were rolling around on, one room where a woman was using a huge purple dildo in front of a mixed audience that where fondling each other. There was even an open toilet. I was amazed at Connie’s response — she stopped and looked in each room and waved and said ‘hi’ to anyone that was there. When were standing outside a room where two women and three men were romping on a bed I swear Connie pressed her thighs together as she ran her hand across the front of her pants when she saw the woman with the purple dildo. I was awestruck as we walked around but my wife was all questions ‘is everyone married’, ”do you have to use condoms’, ‘can anyone join in?’, ‘are there any limits?’ ‘what’s the toilet for’? and loads more.

Miss Sixty answered all of her questions insisting that the Club advised the use of condoms but it was always left up to the individual woman whether she wanted to use them or not; but the Club supplied a variety of types and sizes in bowls in every room. If someone was ‘on a bed’ you had to be invited by a participant to join them otherwise you were welcome to just watch. It was expected that people would ‘get together’ in the Lounge then visit a room. As everyone was here to have sex in one way or another Miss Sixty told Connie not to get embarrassed if someone bluntly asked her ‘for a fuck or a suck’…which made her giggle again; but if she didn’t fancy someone just to say something like “can I think about that?” or just “no thanks” and people won’t get offended. The toilet was for people who liked ‘water sports’ — which made Connie curl her lip; but there was also a hole in the wall next to it; known as a ‘Glory hole’ for men to stick their dicks through and get sucked off anonymously.

“God! This place is amazing!” Connie squealed with delight when Miss Sixty left us to get more drinks. “I can’t wait to…..do…..something!”

“What do you want to do first?” I croaked through a dry mouth.

“Can I….” She screwed her face up in deep thought like a small kid in a toy shop, “can I….pole dance?”

“Of course you can.” I told her; half relieved that dancing was all she wanted to do.

Miss Sixty met us on the stairs with our drinks then led us into the pole-dancing room where a tall skinny woman with pierced nipples and only wearing a tiny pink g-string and heals was already dancing in front of 8 or 9 men and women who were cheering her on. She slid up and down the pole with grace and even managed to wrap her legs around it and dangle upside down for a moment or two.

Connie stared intently at the ‘competition’ as she sipped her green cocktail.

“Are you going on the podium next?” a chubby red haired Scottish guy asked her.

“Would you like me too?” She purred into his face making him blush. “Och aye…..I surely would!” He gulped as the music finished.

Connie handed me her empty glass and was on the podium in a flash. She slowly twirled around the pole, occasionally squatting and bending forwards and backwards in time with the music. When she did this I spotted; as did just about everybody else how wet she was…..her panties were absolutely soaked in the crotch area. As the music got faster so did her dancing…..she rubbed her tits against the pole and kicked her legs in the air then indulged in more erotic squatting and touching her toes. As the music finished the room burst into spontaneous applause.

As soon as she stepped off the low stage she grabbed my wrist and grinned, “Can I try the Glory hole thing next….please?”

Who was I to stop her? She was in Heaven already and I was loving the looks and comments that she’d been receiving and now she was going to live out one of my fantasies…..actually sucking another guy’s cock in front of me.

Connie nearly ran up the stairs two at a time which got her even more admiring glances as the club began filling up and the clothes began coming off.

The ‘toilet’ was empty when we reached it.

“What do I do?” She giggled. I shrugged my shoulders.

Thankfully Miss Sixty was close by and told her to sit on the bowl then ‘waggle her fingers through the hole’ until someone responded.

Connie slipped into the room without a backward glance then turned and sat on the toilet. She gave me a cheeky smile then waggled her fingers through the hole.

“Are you sure that you want to watch?” Miss Sixty asked me.

“I suppose so.” Was all I could muster.

Standing outside the toilet I could see into the adjoining room where two women were a tangle of flabby flesh in a 69 on the bed using dildos on each other in front of 6 oldish guys and a couple of slightly younger women who were coolly pulling on the guys’ cocks.

One man nudged another two when he saw the fingers through the hole. They grinned at each other and the oldest one (good looking but in his late 60’s with silver hair and a matching goatee beard) stroked her fingers which made her recoil. She immediately looked to me for guidance.

I nodded and smiled for her to carry on. She giggled then stroked the fingers again with her bright red fingernails. The old man poked his stiffening 5 inches through the gap and said something to his friends. Connie grinned at the sight of the cock then bent forward to kiss the tip as she ran her red fingernail along the shaft. My heart was in my mouth at this stage. Connie curled her fingers around the stubby shaft and pulled the foreskin back revealing a bright pink knob.

It was too late to stop for either of us now as Connie kissed the knob then opened her mouth and began sucking it.

“Fucking Hell!” A voice next to me gasped; “it’s that fucking young lovely who was dancing downstairs!” Another couple of men scurried out of the bedroom to get a look at my wife sucking their friends’ cock.

“Fucking Hell!” The first man laughed, “I’m next. She’s fucking gorgeous!” By now there were 7 people jockeying for position in the doorway next to me and I was being gently elbowed and pushed by men and women desperate to watch my wife in action. At one stage an erect cock brushed against my thigh which made me a little bit uncomfortable.

Connie was soon oblivious to the crowd that was enjoying her show and had her hands pressed against the wall; swallowing the cock with ease. After a minute or two she must have felt it twitch because she spat it out and began frantically rubbing it until it spewed cum onto her tits and bra.

Proud of herself she turned to see my reaction with a twinkle in her eyes as she squeezed the last drops onto the expensive La Perla bra; then gasped; “Oh my God!” when she saw her audience. She put her hand to her mouth in mock horror when she saw the crowd in the doorway. The flaccid cock was immediately replaced by a longer thicker one through the Glory hole. Connie gently stroked it and looked at me for guidance again. The grin on my face nearly split my head in two as I nodded to tell her to carry on. She shook it for a few seconds to get more blood into it then sucked it with relish. It was an amazing sight watching my wife make this strangers big cock bigger and bigger before my very eyes. It must have been about 7 inches long and thicker than mine and Connie was in her element, sucking stroking and face fucking this long anonymous cock.

I forced myself to look away and popped my head around the corner to see that it belonged to Ralph; Laurens husband that we had met earlier in the lounge. He was in his 60’s and very distinguished looking; Lauren was in her late forties. The man with his cock in my wife’s mouth was about 6ft 2 and built like a boxer and his wife was probably the next most attractive woman in the club after my own wife. They’d been coming here for nearly three years she had told Connie and she loved three and foursomes with men and Ralph liked watching her while getting sucked off.

When I looked back Connie was now stroking herself through her panties while she sucked on Ralph’s monster cock.

“Would you like some help with that?” A grey haired man asked her amid chuckles from the others.

Connie’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she smiled and nodded; never taking the fat cock from her mouth. The grey haired man soon knelt beside her and began squeezing her tits. When she didn’t complain he dug his hands into the flesh and started mauling them, much to Connie’s and her audiences’ delight. With a glance in my direction the man smirked and slid his left hand down her stomach and started stroking her silk stockings while he fondled her tits with the other hand. Her head was now bobbing up and down on Ralph’s cock like crazy as she parted her legs for the other man. The old man soon slid his hand between her thighs and began rubbing her pussy through the silk in a see-saw motion making my wife’s chest begin to heave as she quickly neared an orgasm. Just as I thought; she threw her head back and a deep low guttural groan filled the room to the guy next to my shoulders’ amazement.

“What the fuck was that?” He asked no one in particular as Connie began shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm. “She’s just cum.” I nonchalantly told him.

“It looked like a good one!” A woman to my right chuckled. It was a good one and I hadn’t made her react like that very much in the last few years.

Still smirking in my direction the man slid his hand inside the front of Connie’s panties and began fingering her. I couldn’t see how many kurtköy escort fingers he had inside but judging by the look on her face it was more than one.

Connie moved her head to continue where she’d left off with Ralph but a different smaller cock was now dangling through the hole. It didn’t stop her and she swiftly covered it with her mouth and greedily began sucking on a third mans cock as the other man unfastened her bra and dropped it onto the floor before tickling and teasing her stiff nipples.

“O ooh sweetie.” A woman whispered in my ear as she cupped my cock in her hands, “would you like Sheila and me to take care of this for you?”

I must have looked stunned but she just squeezed it harder.

“Come with us and have some fun while wifey has hers.” She told me as she patted my bum and led me along the corridor to any empty room with a huge mirror at the end of a king size bed.

“I’m Carla and this is Sheila.” The woman told me as she pointed for me to lie on the bed; which I did.

Both women looked older than me. Carla was about 5 feet 4 and had huge tits and an arse to match. Shelia was taller and had obviously had a boob job at some time; as they defied gravity as she tottered along the passage on 5 inch heels. Both women were wearing hold up stockings and French knickers.

I still hadn’t said a word when they lay down either side of me on the bed. Both women began rubbing their tits across my face in a well practiced movement; then I felt their hands stroke my cock through my shorts.

“Shhhhh sweetie and just enjoy yourself.” Sheila whispered as I felt my shorts being pulled down. Their tits were smothering me but if I had to die this was as good a moment as any……being smothered by two pairs of huge tits while getting my cock wanked! It was the weirdest sensation in the world as they rubbed their tits all over my face; Carla’s tits were big and soft like two velvet cushions but Sheila’s felt like two ripe watermelons as they slapped me silly.

I suddenly took my eyes off the action in front of me when I saw movement at the door. . My stomach turned at the prospect of two couples watching me but my balls told me just to grin and bare it!

Carla soon moved down the bed on all fours and began sucking my cock with her large arse only an inch or so from my face. After slapping my face for another minute or two with her whoppers Sheila joined her. I didn’t know where to look……two gorgeous women were kissing and sucking my cock while I could see their shaved pussy’s through the gaping legs of their French Knickers while the whole scene was being reflected on the mirror. Their cock sucking was amazing; one would suck me while the other would play with or suck my balls then they would change over after 30 seconds!

With their arses swaying in front of my face I couldn’t resist a squeeze of each; which made them both automatically part their legs. It would have been rude not to oblige them so I pulled their knickers down to their knees and began fingering them at the same time! First one finger each then two then three! God! They were sloppy!

Their blow job was beginning to blow my mind and at one stage I was so hard I thought they were going to make it explode and I don’t mean by cumming….but actually exploding! After watching my wife’s show and now this I couldn’t hold back much longer and when Carla began chewing my ball sack as Sheila swallowed my cock whole I felt the unmistakable buzz in my balls.

“I’m cumming!” I shouted as the fluid rose in my shaft. Sheila began rubbing my shaft as she concentrated on my bell-end and Carla virtually bit my balls off until I erupted into Sheila’s mouth. Both women were experts and at exactly the same time slowed what they were doing to lingering squeezes until the last drops oozed onto her tongue. Satisfied that there was nothing left; Sheila lent forward and with her massive tits rubbing my semi-stiff cock she French kissed Carla — swapping my spunk into her friend’s mouth! My stomach was turning somersaults….I couldn’t believe my eyes. We lay like this for a few minutes until my curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see what my wife was getting up to.

I left the women writhing on the bed rubbing their tits together and fingering each other. I was suddenly quite embarrassed as I bent over to pick up my discarded undies as the couples were still in the doorway. I turned my back to them and pulled my pants up and sheepishly made my way out of the room.

The club had filled up now and there were a lot more younger people around than earlier; some even younger than Connie I guessed. The women were all wearing sexy undies and high heels; the guys had pants on like me or towels around their waists. My eyes were darting everywhere: looking for my wife and also staring at all of the naked and semi-naked bodies wandering around the club. I don’t know why but I was amazed at the amount of tattoos on display. It felt like I was the only person there without some form of ink marks on my body. Everyone was very friendly as I wandered around looking into a few rooms searching for Connie. Eventually I made my way to the bar. Thankfully Miss Sixty was there. I ordered a beer and asked if he’d seen my wife as I was getting concerned.

“Don’t be.” he winked as he handed me the glass. “She’s being well taken care of in the Purple Room…on the first floor; along the corridor…turn right.”

I nearly ran up the stairs two at a time in my haste. Sure enough at the end of the corridor was a purple padded door, but it was locked. My hand was shaking as I gulped down a mouthful of beer.

Two naked guys and a woman dressed in PVC walked out of the room next door; laughing and one said to the other, “Fucking hell…..she’s a dirty fucker isn’t she?”

The room was dark and I could make out 3 or 4 other people at the far end looking through a window. As I approached I realised that it was a two way mirror and they were watching my wife…..with 4 of the old men I’d seen earlier when she was in the ‘Glory hole’ room.

Every one of them had grey hair and must have been over 60. My wife was on all fours on a circular bed sucking one guy as another held onto her hips and was fucking her doggy fashion. The bedclothes were dark purple and the walls purple too and there was a liquid wheel light show just like at a school disco.

“What have I missed?” I croaked to the woman standing next to me.

“She’s new here.” The woman told me without taking her eyes off the action, “she seems to like the ‘older man’….hahaha….. she’s going to get fucked off them all!”

Connie’s face was bright red and her hair looked matted; possibly with sweat but more likely spunk.

A man who’s top half was covered in tattoos chuckled; “This is her second tag team and she’s fucking loving it.”

“SECOND? FUCKING SECOND? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?” I screamed inside my head. The man fucking her was now slapping her arse and she wasn’t stopping him. Then another old man with a pot belly knelt beside her head and offered her his cock to suck too. My darling wife just lifted her head and let him try to get a second cock into her mouth.

As I scanned the room she was in I recognised Ralph and the old guy that had fingered her to orgasm standing watching the action. Even slack Ralph’s cock looked bigger than mine and the other guy had some kind of rubber band around his balls.

The man fucking her soon withdrew and pushed one of the others out of the way so he could cum in her mouth….which she gratefully received.

The next man to fuck her appeared to ask her to lie on her back then said something else. Connie rolled over and with her legs facing the mirror pulled them up until her knees were either side of her tits. The man got on his knees and bent forward until he caught her legs on his shoulders and eased into her. His flabby arse was soon going like a train and I could see Connie’s face contorted with both pleasure and pain as he fucked her rigid. Soon a man lay beside her and fed his semi-erection into her mouth. She tried to suck it but the guy fucking her was pumping so hard she could hardly catch her breath.

Suddenly the old man froze then began slowly grinding his hips as he finished his orgasm.

Shit! I hadn’t seen him put a condom on.

The man eased backwards and slowly let her lags flop onto the bed. Ralph moved towards her and said something that made her smile. She looked at him and he nodded. Connie then raised her knees until her arse was slightly off the bed and with a slight press onto her pubic area she made the spunk ooze out of her pussy. Which made the men in her room chuckle and laugh; but my room was full of heavy breathing as two guys shot their lot at the sight of my wife’s cunt dripping an old mans cum.

Ralph then spoke to a short fat bald man with a tiny cock who eagerly ran around the bed and pushed his face against Connie’s dripping cunt. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as he lapped up the cream and nibbled on her clit.

“The dirty fucker!” The tattooed guy chuckled.

Ralph was now standing next to Connie and began slapping her face with his big fat floppy cock. She opened her mouth but he teased her; much to everyone’s delight by moving it just out of reach of her luscious lips. Even Connie was laughing as she tried to catch it. Eventually he climbed onto the bed and squatted over her face to drop his cock into her mouth; just like a porn star. Ralph was fantastically fit as he moved up and down fucking her mouth and throat while the other old man ate his cream pie at the other end. I and only I could tell that my wife was close to cumming again as she tugged on her nipples and ran her high heels down the mans back. Sure enough she soon began to shake slightly but Ralph didn’t take his cock out of her mouth making her gag a little but she didn’t put up any kind of struggle.

Satisfied at making my young wife have an orgasm the fat man moved off the bed licking his lips. He was soon followed by a tall skinny guy covered in Celtic tattoos with shoulder length grey hair and a fairly long fat cock; about the same length as Ralph’s; who immediately lifted one of her legs into the air and onto his shoulder then plunged his pink dagger deep into her stretched slit. From this position everyone in both rooms could see all 7 inches sliding in and out of her frothy cunt.

My own balls were aching now and my cock as hard as iron as I watched Ralph face fuck my wife and another big cock try to stretch her cunt beyond recognition.

I was an amazing sight as Ralph stood up and his long cock slowly appeared out of my wife’s throat and lips.

Ralph said something to the tattooed guy that made them all laugh as he pulled his cock out of her stretched cunt. Both men and a third knelt beside Connie and began wanking over her face and tits. Connie’s fingers were a blur as she rubbed her clit and I could see her talking to the guys at the same time. Suddenly the tattooed guy shot his load in two long spurts onto her tits then the third hairy guy did the same. Ralph was wanking furiously as my wife appeared to be urging him to cum on her face. He did…strand after long strand. Onto her face and into her gaping mouth. Connie came at virtually the same time by slipping three fingers into her sloppy twat as her fingers rubbed her clit. Eyes and legs wide open she lay motionless for a moment or two then squashed her tits together until the spunk squeezed out of the gap. At Ralph’s command the fat man eagerly licked her tits and face clean.

My balls were now aching as the light changed to normal in the ‘purple room’. Their time was up and the men quickly filed out leaving Connie and Ralph sitting side by side on the bed. I couldn’t tell what he was saying but he looked quite arrogant and she looked a little bit coy as she cleaned herself with some tissues.

I soon made my way to their room and stood in the doorway. Ralph looked up and winked. “Did you enjoy that?” He asked. I responded by shrugging my shoulders. When he left the room Connie threw her arms around me and kissed me full on the lips.

“Sweetie….this is just the best place in the….fucking world and the most fun I’ve ever had!” She giggled as we clung onto each other.

“Have you …been ok?” I nervously asked her, “you know……nobody has…you know…..has everything been ok?”

“Ok?” She looked astounded, “it’s been the best night of my life…if you know what I mean!”

With Connie smelling of stale spunk and only wearing her suspender belt, stockings and shoes we made our way down to the lounge for one more drink. As we passed people on the stairs men openly felt her tits and arse making my wife smile back in acknowledgment.

We had our drink and chatted about what we’d both got up to during the evening. It was apparent that Connie had enjoyed herself more than I had; as she made me promise to bring her back the next week!

We actually waited two weeks and soon became eager members — especially Connie. But that….as they say…is another story!

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Blair Underwood scanned her notes as she made he?r way to the news desk for the afternoon telecast on WKLT. She used her pencil to scribble in some additional information in the margin, while at the same time, Terri Scott followed along at her arm, while trying to apply a last bit of makeup to Blair’s cheeks. It wasn’t as if she needed any help in the looks department, because to make a long story short, Blair was a stunner, a true blue eyed blonde with a killer smile and a great body!!! The news director was giving some last minute instructions to the cameramen, and as soon as her bottom touched her chair, Blair looked directly into the camera as the director counted down five, four, three, two, one, your on! With a smooth easy delivery Blair launched into the first story, about a large hurricane that was threatening the east coast, while Wade Turner, the news director, said to no one in particular, “One of these days she’s not gonna get here in time and we’ll be opening to an empty chair!!!” Martha Ames, the assistant director, just chuckled and replied, “Never been late in over four years, boss, I don’t think she’s going to start now!” Wade just shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head, while at the same time, he checked to make sure that his men were using the correct camera angles. Several minutes later, Blair segued into the first commercial break, and over the loud speaker, Wade informed her that everything was okay. Two minutes later, the red light to camera three popped on, and Blair reported two more stories and halkalı escort then threw it over to Jack Olson, the afternoon weatherman. As Jack went into his spiel, Blair leaned back and relaxed, again taking a few moments to check out her copy. Just as Jack finished up with forecast, and the camera again was trained on Blair, incredibly, she felt hands under the desk gently pushing her legs apart!!! Momentarily stunned, Blair tripped over her next line, which caused just about everyone in the news room to turn and look, because it was so rare for Blair to m?ake any kind of mistake at all! Quickly covering her tracks, Blair again moved easily through the next story, but much to her consternation, the hands beneath the desk grew more insistent, as they moved farther and farther up her inner thighs, until they were resting directly against her pussy!!! “Sweet jesus,” she thought to herself, “who could be doing this to me, it is so utterly brazen!!!” Reporting now like an robot, Blair squirmed uncomfortably as the fingers pulled the elastic away from her leg hole, and found their way right to her lips! On television in front of thousands of people, and she was being masturbated like there was no problem at all!!! Not only was Blair pretty and smart, but ever since she was a high schooler she had the ability to achieve incredible orgasms with the greatest of ease, and now, those insistent fingers were now lightly stroking her erect clitoris which was by now dying for more attention!!! It was unbelievably içerenköy escort difficult to keep delivering the news without letting on that she was in terrible distress!

As the next commercial break came, Blair tried in vain to sneak a look under the desk to see who was making her pussy so very excited, bit a few seconds later the cameras began rolling, and Blair had to go back to reading the news, while the fingers in her pussy began probing more deeply! Now almost gritting her teeth, Blair was in a pitched battle to finish her segment without letting on what was happening under that desk!!! She was almost there, it was just about time for the sports, when out of the fingers were replaced by a low frequency vibrator, which naturally came to rest right on the tip of her clit!!! Not more that a second or two after the cameras turned to Frank Fox, the sports caster, Blair let out a low moan, that fortunately for her now one else heard, as everyone’s attention was now on Frank! Blair just sat there, now not even trying to fight it, but hoping that since she was going to cum, she could do it w?hile off camera!!! Pushing her crotch forward in an attempt to put more pressure on her clit, the operator of the vibrator pulled it back just enough to keep her from going over the edge!!! As Jack finished up the last of the baseball scores, she barely heard him say, “And back to you, Blair!” Clearing her throat in an attempt to buy a little time, Blair plowed back into the news, at about the same time kartal escort the vibrator plowed back into her now dripping muff! Although she was wearing a pretty heavy blouse, Blair’s nipples had long ago hardened, but now, they were showing through her blouse and stuck out like to little erections!!! “How ironic it was, that her last story was about sex in the white house, while under the news desk, her own vagina was beginning the spasmodic contracting that always preceded Blair’s climaxes!!! “…..and the president denied ever having a relationship with the young intern,” Blair intoned, while just at the moment her cunt let loose with an orgasm that normally would have found her screaming and shaking, but this time, however, all she could do was grit her teeth, clench the papers in her hands, and try to ride out the storm!!!

As the sweat popped out on her forehead, Blair looked straight into the camera said, “And that’s the news for this afternoon, join us tonight for the news a ten!!!” The hands and vibrator that had driven her to climax had now been removed, so Blair dropped her pencil to the floor, which enabled her to casually lean over and look under the desk! Almost as stunning as being fondled on while on the air, Blair found that the compartment under the desk was empty!!! She picked up her pencil and in a slightly confused state walked back to her office! On her way, several people stopped her to congratulate her on a fine broadcast. She nodded and mumbled thanks, and with glassy eyes she stumbled her way to her office. On her desk was a note, which she opened and read. “Blair, you were a very good girl, hope to ?have you again soon!” She folded the letter, dropped it into the waste basket and thought, “I can hardly wait!!!”

THE END

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**If you do not like the themes, you won’t like this story, so don’t bother reading. If you do find them to your likings though, I hope you will have a good time reading it. Note that this is my first story, and there may be some common beginner errors. Suggestions are always welcome**

There I was, lying on the beach, stranded on an island. I was recollecting recent
events which ultimately led to the situation I’m in.

It was a lovely summer morning, so I decided to go fishing at sea,
try my luck, and also get some free food, why not? After the last of
the preparations had been made, I put on my “lucky” shirt and set sail. It was very
warm, and I could feel the Sun massaging my skin. I finally found a nice spot, far from the shore where I thought should be plenty of fish.

I was fishing for about an hour with no success whatsoever, and started feeling sleepy, probably from the soothing sea air. I have no idea how long I was sleeping. Suddenly, a loud noise awoke me from my slumber. Still feeling dizzy from deep sleep, I barely realized that a big storm had begun. I tried to reach the navigating room, but a large wave hit my yacht, knocking me unconscious.

Finally, I woke up, finding myself stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere. I took a deep breath and managed to gather strength to get up. So I started exploring the island. The beach was long and sandy, and there was a tropical forest, who knows how big, going towards the middle of the island.

As I went on, I spotted something strange. There was something washed ashore. I moved closer, feeling curious. To my surprise, it was a girl in her early twenties. Her long, black hair mixed with sand as she was lying on her back. Her clothes were wet, as we probably fatih escort shared similar fate. She had a white t-shirt, and I could see through and noticed she wasn’t wearing any bra. Her boobs were quite decent c-cups. She also had short blue pants which revealed her shapely legs.

As I got near her, there was something strange. She was not moving at all. First I thought that she was unconscious. I checked her pulse, and to my surprise, there was none. I panicked a little and attempted CPR and heart massage, all in vain. Feeling hopeless, I lay on the sand beside the lifeless body of a beautiful young woman. But there was something even more strange.

The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t mind the whole situation. Suddenly, a thought of her naked flashed through my mind. I turned my head to the side and saw the woman’s nipples poking the wet t-shirt. Momentarily, I got up and managed to get the t-shirt off of her by lifting her arms up. I knew this was wrong, but I just kept getting more and more aroused.

Admiring the tits of this young, dead woman, I couldn’t resist grabbing them. They felt so soft and way better than my wife’s. Then I put my mouth on them and started licking and sucking on her nipples. They tasted salty because of the sea, but it felt really nice. When I was done sucking, I decided to go down and relieve her of those blue pants. They went off easier than the t-shirt. Her panties were pink with white details. They were also going off. Now she lay there completely naked. My cock throbbing in my pants by now, I decided it would be wise to also take my clothes off.

There was nobody there anyway. After that had been taken care of, I started slowly stroking my hard, by now pulsating cock, güngören escort admiring the body in front of me. After a few minutes of bliss, I started going down on her. Now, she was below me, my hands and knees by her sides, I was looking at her beautiful, lifeless face. I then moved down to her pussy and started licking it, covering it in my saliva. I couldn’t believe it still tasted sweet.

When that was enough, I finally got over and spread her legs, positioning my cock at the entrance of her saliva covered pussy. As I entered her, I felt waves of pleasure coming from my cock and taking over my whole body. The feeling was immense. Pushing my cock in and out of her pussy, I watched her lifeless body bump with each of my thrusts. I lifted her legs in the air and held them in front of me as I continued fucking her. Her pussy wasn’t as warm as the live one, but it certainly felt good for me.

Watching her boobs bounce with my every thrust was driving me over the edge, I could feel cum building up inside me. After a few more strokes, I felt my cock launching waves of cum inside the dead woman’s pussy. The pleasure was so intense I barely managed to keep myself conscious. After taking a deep breath and resting for a few minutes, it seemed that my lust wasn’t going to get any weaker. My cock once again rose to it’s glory and demanded more.

I took the woman and turned her lying on her front. Her beautiful ass was now facing me as I admired it. It wasn’t too small nor too big, it was the perfect size. I got an idea. There was a large pyramid-like rock near me, so I took her body and dragged her to it, lifted and placed her on it so that her head was near the ground, and her ass was at the top. Perfect.

Before kadıköy escort violating that sweet perfect ass of hers, I had to feel it with my hands. Although it looked firm, it was actually soft and really pleasant on touch. I moved closer, feeling her ass with one hand, and my cock in the other. Positioning my proud manhood at the entrance of her brown asshole, I pushed in slowly, going deep until my whole cock was buried in her. It went easier than I expected, because she couldn’t tense her butt muscles and provide resistance. I stood like that for a moment, enjoying every bit of it.

Then I started pulling my cock out, and when it was nearly at the exit, pushed it in again. As time passed, I picked up the pace and started pushing in and out faster and faster, her asshole lubed by my own cum. I could feel my second orgasm building up as I started getting more and more violent and I could feel her pussy and stomach grind against the rock, starting to bleed. I could see the blood pouring over the rock, but I couldn’t care less.

All that mattered to me now was getting as much pleasure as possible. As my pleasure reached its peak, for the second time, waves of cum started coming out of my cock and now filling the dead woman’s ass. Even though this was my second orgasm in a row, there was even more cum as I continued pounding her ass for a few more strokes. When I pulled my cock out of her, I could see my cum dripping out of her spread asshole. I lifted her by the hips and threw her on the sand beside the rock. She was on her back now, with arms spread. Her stomach and pussy were bloody and almost torn from all the grinding on the rock. Now, looking at her limp, lifeless body lying on the ground, I didn’t know whether to feel satisfied or disgusted by what I had done. One thing was certain, I had to find a way to survive on this island… THE END

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Author’s Note: Marie in the following story is the French version for Mary. George Washington Brush is a fictions President. This revision version is correct. The revision is in the description of the Diplomatic Reception Room where I wrote the deception twice. That was my mistake. Sorry. I took the second description out.

“Douglas,” Samantha called coming back into the Silverton’s house in Westbridge from checking the mail.
“Yes,” her husband answered.
“Look at this that we got in the mail today,” Samantha said handing him an envelope.
The envelope had a postmark from Washington, D.C. In the left upper comer had the words THE WHITE HOUSE WASHINGTON.
Looking at the long official envelop from Washington, “Why would the President be sending us a letter,” Douglas commented as he sat down on the couch.
“Open it and see what the President wants from us,” Samantha said. “That’s the only way to find out why he sent us a letter.”
Tearing the envelope open, Douglas took a sheet of paper out and read.
THE WHITE HOUSE
WASHINGTON
Dear Mr. And Mrs. Silverton,
Your presences are cordiality are requested to have dinner with me at the White House the night before I give the State of the Union and to be my overnight guests.
Sincerely Yours,
George Washington Brush
“An invitation to us from the President,” Douglas said after he read the paper. “He has invited us to have dinner with him and to stay overnight at the White House as his guests.”
“Oh, my,” Samantha said surprisely. “Imagine that if you will, a witch having dinner with the President of the United States. We are going to accept his invitation?”
“Well, hum, I suppose we have to, Honey.”
“When does he want us to join him?” Samantha asked.
“The invitation says the night before he is to give the State of the Union,” Douglas said.
“I don’t have a thing to wear proper for meeting the President,” Samantha said.
“When did that ever become a problem with you?” Douglas asked.
“Oh, you want me to use witchcraft and conjunction something up that would be proper to wear for meeting the President,” Samantha said. “Boy that would fix that for sure.”
Then as an afterthought she added “You don’t suppose that he has heard about me having sex with your clients so they would let you handle their accounts, do you?”
“What difference does it make, if he knows or not, Sam. He is the President and he practicality knows what goes on in the country. But I don’t think he knows about you having sex with my clients so I can handle their accounts.”
“Oh, that real assurances,” Samantha said, “And I quess that I just have to have sex with him.”
“Why worry about whether he wants you to have sex with him or not,” Douglas said.
“Me? Worry?” Samantha said. “Listened Douglas Silverton, my having sex with your clients to keep their accounts is one thing, but the President, that’s different. He’s life is open book, especially for the news media. If I have sex with him, everybody will know about it. Now do you want that to happen?”
“Honey, I don’t see why you are getting all upset about nothing,” Douglas said.
“Me, upset?” Samantha asked.
“Listen, Sam, if he does want you to have sex with him you have my permission,” Douglas said calmly.
“You know Darling, I have always did have the fanstry of having sex at the White House, but I had always thought that when I had sex in the White House would be with my husband as the President,” Samantha said.
“Oh, you have had that sexual fanstry,” Douglas said. “Well if the President does want to have sex with you, you can fulfill part of your fanstry.”
“That I can, but I will let him bring up the subject. Okay, Dear?” Samantha said.
“Okay,” Douglas said agreeing.
“Hey wait a minute,” Samantha suddenly said. “We almost forgot about Larry.”
“What about him?” Douglas asked.
“Well, the thought just occurred to me of, do you think he will let you have time off to go down to Washington?” Samantha asked.
“Well, I don’t see what choice he haves, when I tell him that I have to go to Washington,” Douglas answered.
“Oh, that’s nice to know,” Samantha said.
“Honey, Larry is not the kind of a man to refuse letting anyone have some time off, especially if the President sent for the person,” Douglas said.
“I suppose that you will just march into his office and tell him that the President has summoned you to Washington,” Samantha said.
“Something, like that,” Douglas said. “But you are right that I have to let him know that I was summoned to Washington.”
“You just do that, and I garanteed that he would want to go to Washington with us,” Samantha said unconvicly.
“Well you want me to tell him that the President had invited you and I to have dinner with the President?” Douglas asked.
“That would be telling him the truth, Dear,” Samantha replied.
“Okay, I will tell him that the President had invited us to have dinner at the White House,” Douglas said.
The next day at work, Douglas went to Larry Adams’s office and told him about the President inviting Samantha and him to have dinner at the White House. He asked his boss for a few days off from work. Larry granted Douglas his request and he thanked him then left.
“Well how did went with Larry?” Samantha asked her husband when he came home from work.
“Um, it went well, Sam. He understood,” Douglas answered.
“I’m glad,” Samantha said.
Noticing that Darrin had some books in his hand, she asked him what the books were on.
“I stopped at the library on my way home and check these out on the White House,” Douglas said. “I thought that since we are going there, we might as well as get some knowledge on where the President lives at.”
“Good idea, Honey. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” Samantha said. “After dinner I pack our suitcase for our trip to Washington.”
After dinner, Samantha went upstairs to pack for their trip to Washington. Taking the suitcase out, she packed her nightgown and robe, socks, panties, and a change of clothes, along with her slippers. She packed a white dress shirt, a tie, and a suit for Douglas, along with a few pair of socks, undershorts, and his slippers, and a change of clothes. Having the suitcase packed she went over to her nighttable and packed her overnight carring case.
“Hello, Dear,” a voice said behind her.
“Mother,” Samantha said turning around reconginzing Marie’s voice. “How nice to see you. What brings you here at this time?”
“I just drop in to see how you are doing.” Marie said. Noticing the open suitcase she asked Samantha “Where are you going?”
“Douglas and I are going to Washington,” Samantha replied.
“Whatever for?” Marie asked.
“Douglas and I were invited to have dinner with the President at the White House and to be his overnight guests,” Samantha said.
“You are going to visit the President?” Marie asked surprisely.
“Yes, we are,” Samantha answered.
“Well, I’m glad for you and Dumbdumb,” Marie said. Then she had an idea. “I have an idea, why not you use your powers and pop you and What’s His Name down to Washington?”
“Now, Mother, you know how Douglas feels about me using witchcraft,” Samantha said. “Besides we are going to do the ornary mortal way. We are going to drive down there and back. Now Mother, promise me that you won’t do anything to ruin this trip for Douglas and I.”
“Witcheshonor,” Marie said placing her index and second fingers in the V shape over her nose for the sign of witcheshonor.
“Good. Now if you will excuse me. I am going downstairs and do the dishes,” Samantha said.
“See you when you come back,” Marie said then she popped out of the room.
That night when Douglas and Samantha went to bed, they began to read the books that Douglas had check out on the White House.
The next moring Samantha and Douglas left driving towards Washington, D.C. Leaving their house Samantha made sure she had her purse. The route they took, took them though New York City, across New Jersey, to Pennsylvania just west of Philadelphia into Maryland. In Maryland they pick up another highway that took them right into Washington, D.C.
“Just think, Douglas, that over two hundred years ago, when we fought the Revolutionary War that George Washington and the Continental Army marched along parts of this highway,” Samantha commented as they were driving through New Jersey.
“I was thinking the same thing that we could very well be driving where they had marched,” Douglas said agreeing.
Arriving in Washington, D.C. in the afternoon that the President was expecting them, the Silvertons drove directly to the White House. Coming to the White House, they presented the invitation they had received from the President to the guard on duty.
“Just a minute while I confirm this,” the guard said. He went into the booth and rang the President. He asked the President if he was expecting a Mr. And Mrs. Silverton from Westbridge, Connecticut. The President said that he was. The guard said thank you to him and hung up.
“The President is expecting you,” the guard said when he came back to the Silvertons. çekmeköy escort “Just follow the road to the door. He will greet you at the South Entrance.
“Thank you,” Douglas said.
They drove through the gate and up the graval path to the South Entrance. Stopping in front of the South Entrance, they got out.
Looking up at the White House, Samantha commented to Douglas that she didn’t realized just how big the place was. Coming out the door, the President greeted them, extending his hand to shake theirs. Douglas and Samantha returned the greeting with thanking the President for the invitation that he sent them. The President gave a welcome to them.
The President was a man of five feet and ten inches tall, with straight sandy hair gray at the temples. He had full bread that he kept well trimed. Samantha thought that he was somewhat plan looking with the bread when she saw him.
The President thought that Samantha was a very good looking attractive gorgeous woman with her blond hair. He judge that she was five feet six inches tall, with well-kept figure. He
The President thought that Samantha was a very good looking attractive woman with her blond hair. He judge that she was five feet six inches tall, with well-kept figure. He judge that Douglas was six feet tall, handsome looking of a fellow.
“Shall we go inside,” the President said suggesting.
Pausing just inside the entrance the President instructed a servant to see that the Silvertons lugguage was taken to the Lincoln Bedroom and take care of their clothes. Hearing the President the servant saw to that the Silvertons’ clothes were taken to the designated bedroom.
They followed the President through the door that led directly to the Diplomatic Reception Room. The room is one of four oval shape rooms in the White House. The walls haves wallpaper with American scenes from across the country that was admired by Europeans in the 1800’s. Above the fireplace is the famous portrait of George Washington done by Gilbert Stuart. The pieces in the room were done in the Federal period of 1790 to 1820 with many examples of New York and New England cabinetmarkers. From the ceiling hung a cut-glass chandelier done in the Regency style (that was popular when George IV served as regent in the name of his father). The rug had emblems of all the states in the Union.
“Mr. President, where is the emblem of Connecticut at in the rug?” Samantha asked out of curiosity.
He showed the Silvertons where the Connecticut emblem was at in the border of the rug.
Walking out of the Diplomatic Reception Room, they entered the Central Hall. The Central Hall runs the full length of the Ground Floor connecting the residence section to the East and West Terraces which in turn connect to the East and West Wings. At the east end of the hall between the hall and terrace is the Vistors Foyer. At the west end of the hall before the terrace is the Palm Room. On the west wall were the painting entitled Union and opposite were the painting titled Liberty each portraying a full dressed woman. The ceiling in the hall is vaulted and the President explained that the vaulted ceiling help support the upper floors to the main supporting walls. Down the center of the hall is a red rug with a woven gold line border. The Silvertons saw the paintings of the two most recently First Ladies of Barbara Bush and Hilary Clinton hanging on the sides to the Diplomatic Reception Room. They followed the President to the elevator to go to the second floor.
“The second floor is where my private living quarters are located at,” the President said as they rode up to the second floor. Arriving at their destination the President said “Welcome to my home,” to them. He explained that he could truly feel at home in privacy on the second floor. He showed them where the Lincoln Bedroom was, where the bathroom and the closet was located at.
“You might like to freshen up before dinner,” the President said on arriving at the Lincoln Bedroom.
The Lincoln Bedroom is part of a suite of rooms in the southeast corner of the second floor. They are the only rooms to be name after a President. The other room in the suite is known as the Lincoln Sitting Room. The bedroom part contains the famous Lincoln bed. The bed measures six feet wide by nine feet long. The head and footboards are rosewood with carved grapes, grapevines and birds.
Seeing the bed, Samantha commented that she never realized how tall President Lincoln was.
“I read that he was six feet four inches tall,” Douglas said.
“Well at that height no wonder he need an enormous bed to sleep in,” Samantha said jokingly.
Then she got more on the serious sided when she suggested that she and Douglas might as well freshen up for dinner. They had just finished freshen up when the President came to the room to announce that dinner was ready.
“Good, I am straved,” Samantha said. Douglas echoed Samantha’s statement.
“Well, good then. May I have the honor of escorting you to the dining room, Mrs. Silverton?” the President asked extending his arm to escort Samantha.
“You may, Mr. President,” Samantha said accepting his questure. Putting her arm around the President’s he escorted her down the Central Hall to the dining room.
The dining room is located in the northwest corner of the second floor. The walls were done in gold-cream color that dated from the George Walker Bush’s Administration, and white woodwork. The ceiling was plaster. In the center had a Sheraton pedestal mahogany dining table and New York Sheraton dining chairs. The table was set with pieces from the Lincoln White House china set along with glasses for champagne. The Lincoln White House china had a pattern of a purple-red color called “solferino.” In the center was the American Bald Eagle behind the United States facing the olive-branch for peace in its talons? In the other were the arrows for war. In the east wall was a plaster composition mantel with the words “We have met the enemy, and they are ours” carved. Perry spoke those words during the War of 1812 after the Battle of Lake Erie. Draperies of yellow-cream hung at the windows.
“I never thought that President Lincoln’s White House china had a very simple design till now,” Samantha said commenting on how Lincoln’s White House china looks.
Douglas said the same thing.
“I hope that you like champagne,” the President said as a servant poured champagne.
“We do, Mr. President,” Douglas said.
Seconds later their dinner arrived. The dinner consisted of steaks, mashed potatoes. Spanish, hot bread rolls. For desert a lemon magine pie.
During the course of dinner, the President asked Douglas “Mr. Silverton is it true of what I had heard about your wife?”
“What would that be you heard, Mr. President?” Douglas asked the President.
“I heard that Mrs. Silverton haves sex with your clients so that you can handle their adverstiment accounts,” the President said.
“Well, Mr. President, it is true of what you had heard about Samantha,” Douglas answered. “Do me a favor will you Mr. President, and that you keep it a secret?”
“Trust me, Mr. Silverton, I won’t tell anybody about it, if you do me something in return?” the President said asking a favor from Douglas.
“What would that be, Mr. President?” Douglas asked.
Taking a deep breath of air before he spoke, he then asked “Will you let her and I have sex tonight?”
“Well, Mr. President,” Douglas began, “Samantha and I had talk about it when we received your invitation to have dinner with you here at the White House and I told her that if you did want to have sex with her, she certainly had my permission to have it with you, we don’t want the news media to know about it so will you have it here on the second floor?”
“Why that was where I was thinking about having it with Mrs. Silverton so it would be kept private,” the President said in repling to Douglas.
“You may screw the fuck out of me, Mr. President, tonight,” Samantha said consenting. “Let me know when you are ready to have sex.”
“I will, Mrs. Silverton,” the President said. He added “First how would you two like to have a tour of the White House?”
“Sounds fine with us,” Samantha said.
Finishing their dinner, the President showed them the White House. The tour officially began in the Oval Office, the most famous room in the White House. The Silvertons could feel the power of the presidency lodge in the room. There the Silvertons saw the Resolute Desk that Presidents had used since 1880, when it came to the White House. Since John Kennedy, Presidents had used it in the Oval Office. Showing the Silvertons the Oval Office the President said to them “Of all the people that I see here in this room, by far you two are the most special ones that I had in this room.” They thank the President for his kind words to them.
Exiting the Oval Office, he led them down the West Colonnade to the residence part. Entering the residence part of the White House, he showed them the Map, China, Vermeil Rooms, and the Library. Taking the elevator, he showed them the East, Green, Blue, Red, and State Dining Rooms and the Cross and Entrance Halls. Going up the main staircase that led to the second floor, he showed them the Treaty, Yellow Oval Rooms, and the çeşme escort Queens Suite, which is across from the Lincoln Suite, separated by the East Sitting Hall. The tour ended at the Master Bedroom. The Master Bedroom is across from the dining room, separated by the West Sitting Hall.
“I didn’t know just how grand the White House really was,” Samantha said at the end of the tour.
Entering the Master Bedroom, the President instructed the servants that he was not to be disturbed for anything til he told them otherwise, no matter what noise they heard coming from inside his bedroom, as he handed his suit jacket to one of them. They acknowledged their instructions closing the door, leaving the President and the Silvertons to themselves.
The Master Bedroom was done with Chinese wallpaper with the design of birds and butterflies. This gave the room an airy atmosphere. In the east wall was a wooden matalpiece done that made it look like marble. Opposite of it was the President’s mahogany bed. The bed was a full size one. In front of the matalpiece was two couches and a coffee table of walnut. The ceiling was plaster with a cut-glass chandlier hang from it. In the north wall was a disguised door that led to the living room next door. In the southeast corner was another disguised door that led to the same room. In the northwest corner was a door that led to a small dressing room and a bathroom. The north wall was in a half-rounded shape. At each side of the bed were two armchairs that matched.
“Before we actually get into having sex, I have a secret to tell you about me,” Samantha said.
“Okay, what is the secret?” the President asked.
“The secret is that I am a witch,” Samantha said trusting the President with her secret. “I can make this room soundproof. That way no outside the room can hear us.”
“Can she, Mr. Silverton, make it where no one outside the room is to hear us?” the President asked.
“Well, she can and all you have to do is say the word,” Douglas answered.
“Mrs. Silverton, go ahead and make the room soundproof,” the President said.
Using her powers as a witch, she casted a spell that made the room soundproof, so no one could hear them outside of the room.
“Mrs. Silverton, your secret is safe with me,” the President said.
“I suppose that you two want to be alone,” Douglas said after the President gave the servants their instructions.
“You can stay, Mr. Silverton, if you like,” the President said.
“The bathroom is right in there,” the President said indicating that it was opposite of the door in the westwall, “if you like to get ready.” She knew what the President meant.
“Well, I do need to go and potty, Mr. President,” Samantha said.
Excusing herself she left to use the bathroom. While she was there she took her blouse off to remove her bra, pulling up her skirt she took her panties off, while she used the toilet. Putting on her blouse again she rejoined the President and her husband in the bedroom.
While Samantha was in the bathroom, the President turned off the lights except for the light that came from the chandlier giving a soft glow to the room. The soft glow from the chandlier gave Samantha’s yellow lemon blond hair a golden color and made her even more attractive and desireable to the President.
“Are you nervous about this, Mr. President?’ Samantha asked the President.
“A little, since I haven’t had it since my wife’s death,” he said.
“I will go slow for you till you are more comfortable,” Samantha said.
“You don’t have to do that on count that I am a little bit nervous of having sex with you,” the President said. “You looked even prettier in this soft light,” he continued in commenting how the soft glow from the chandlier made her look.
Moving closer to Samantha he desired to kiss her. Moving his arms around her in embracing, he began kissing her passionatly. Meeting his embrace, Samantha embraces the President returning his kiss of passion. Kissing each other, the President ran his hands up and down her back, noticing that Samantha had taken her bra off.
“I notice that you don’t have your bra on,” the President whisper to her.
“I took it off, along with my panties, while I was in the bathroom,” Samantha whisper back to him.
They return to their kissing each other affectionatly and tenderly.
Samantha whisper to the President “Put your hands on me, Mr. President,” when they broke for a breath of air.
Continuing to kiss, he began to unbuttoned her blouse slowly letting the moment last as long as he could. She losen his dark blue tie and pull it off. Pulling away from the President’s mouth, Samantha allowed him to unbutton the rest of her blouse. Returning to his mouth to resume their passionately kiss, she undid his dress shirt. He pull her blouse off while they continue their kiss, as she his off. Running his hand over her smooth skin, he found her tits, began feeling of them. Feeling the President’s hands on her tits, Samantha whispers “Oh, Mr. President.” She moved her hands down to undo his belt while he caresses her tits. Her tits swell from his caressing them. Opening his pants, she felt for his uncircumcised cock that was getting hard and pull it out. Running her hand over the shaft, she estimated that his would be at least six and half inches when it was fully erect.
The President moan feeling Samantha’s hand wrap around his love pole. “Play with my cock, like you know how to do, Mrs. Silverton.”
She stroked the presidential dick till it was fully erect. Breaking the kiss, the President moved towards the bed and lay down. Samantha followed him. She pulled his pants and shorts off. Positioning herself between his legs, she took his penis began to suck the presidential cock.
“Suck that dick, Mrs. Silverton,” the President said seeing his penis was hard and erect from Samantha’s stroking it.
Samantha began to suck the head of his penis. She ran her tongue over his dickhead and the full length of his penis shaft. Returning to the head of his penis, she worked it licking the piss silt in the head. She then moved on to his shaft sucking it till she felt his dickhead in the back of her mouth. Continuing down the shaft til she reached the base of his penis, she felt his dickhead in her throat. She slowly moved her mouth back up the shaft, stroking his shaft as she went. She could tell that she was pleasing the President with her sucking and stroking his penis from his moaning sounds. As she suck and lick the presidential penis, Samantha felt his testicles squeezing them in her hand. As she sucks his penis, Samantha also sucked the presidential balls, jostling them around in her mouth.
“Suck those balls,” the President said feeling them in her mouth. “Suck them as you know how to suck nuts.”
“Are you ready for my pussy, Mr. President?” Samantha asked the President as she was nearing the end of sucking his dick.
Finishing sucking his dick and balls, Samantha got up and pulled her skirt off. Lying down on the bed, opening her legs, she showed the President her pussy. Seeing her pussy, the President commented that hers was a nice looking pussy.
“Suck my pussy,” Samantha instructed the President. “Let me feel your tongue in my clint.”
“I hope that I hadn’t forgotten how to lick and suck a woman’s clint,” the President said as he was getting in position for her pussy licking.
Lying between her legs, he pushed a finger in her to stimulate and get her aroused even more than she was. He moved his finger in and out fingering fucking her, and rubbing her clitoris. Getting her pussy lubericated as he could with his finger, he began to lick her pussy. He knew that a woman’s sexual arousal rose more slowly than a man’s. She could feel her arousal mounting up in her, as the President was lubericating her vagina. Soon she felt two fingers in her, then three.
“Ah, that is it, Mr. President,” Samantha said. “Lick my pussy and finger me.”
The President lick and finger Samantha till her pussy was lubericated. He licked the inside of her thighs that sent sensational feelings through her to her mind. She knew for the moment her body was his to do as he wished. He returned to her clint to lick and suck it.
Finishing his licking and fingering of her pussy, the President told her “Turn over and get on your stomach.”
Turning over onto her stomach as the President wanted her, he began to massage her back. Beginning in the small of her back, he worked upward with alternateing strokes massagaing her back. He worked his hands first along her spine, then outward to her sides. Working her sides with his massaging he could feel the outer contours of her tits as they were flat against the bed.
“Um, yes, Mr. President,” Samantha said, “your massage feels good on my back.”
He worked with his hands down onto her buttocks, then on her legs, massaging her all over. He squeezed and rubs her buttocks.
“Oh, it feels so damned good,” Samantha groan as the President massage her all over.
He was getting her more arouse for him to penetrate her when the time came for penetration in her. She knew that he was getting her more in the mood for his cock. He could tell that he was getting her even more aroused cihangir escort for him. He continued his massageing till she was fully aroused for him to penetrate her love tunnel.
Knowing that Samantha was fully aroused the President knew that she was ready for him to penetrate her.
“You ready for the presidential dick to penetrate you?” the President ask her.
“I’m ready for you to fuck me,” Samantha answered. “Fuck me with that cock of yours.”
“Then get on your knees and hands,” the President said.
Samantha knew that he wished to fuck her first doggie style. Positioning herself in the doggie position she spread her legs apart. Kneeling down behind her, he said “Here comes my dick, Mrs. Silverton,” as he took his erect dick to guide it in her.
He penetrated her vagina. He thrusted his cock in her love tunnel, stretching her vagina open for his dick, began to fuck her. Feeling the President inside of her as her vagina was being stretched wider to accommodate his penis, she said “Oh, ah, yes, Mr. President. Fuck me.”
The President went slowly with his thrusts in her vagina as her love tunnel was getting accustomed to his cock. Thrusting in her, the President moved his dick back and forward fucking Samantha with slow strokes, working his cock in her deeper.
“Um, ah, yes, Mr. President,” Samantha said feeling the President went deeper in her. “I like being fucked deep. Let me feel every inch of the presidential dick in me.”
The President granted her desire to be fucked deep, thrusting his throbbing cock in all the way letting Samantha feel his balls against her liber lips. He fucked her deep and hard for several minutes. With each thrust in her, Samantha moaned and groans softly, as the President fuck her doggie style. She felt her vagina gripping and relaxing as he fuck her. Then he began to fuck her slow again.
“Mrs. Silverton, do you mind if I fuck you in your butthole?” the President asked Samantha as he fuck her slowly once again.
“If you like to fuck me there, Mr. President, I don’t object to being fuck in my anus,” Samantha answered him.
“If I had this kind of corporation from Congress, then I could get more done for our country,” the President whisper to her jokly.
Samantha smiled at the joke knowing how true that was of what he said to her in a jokly manner.
Withdrawing his penis from her love tunnel, he turned her around so she could suck his dick. Reaching her asshole he inserted his finger in her butthole, fingering her there getting her butthole lubericated for his cock to go in easier while she suck his dick. He worked his finger in her butthole till it was well lubericated. Moving back behind her facing her ass, he instructed her to open her ass so he could see her asshole.
Graspping her ass, she spread her asschecks apart so the President could see better where her asshole was. Taking his dick, he inserted it in Samantha penetrating her anus. She twitched her nose to ease the stretching of her butthole being open with his dick as he pushed it in slowly. Her muscles around her anus responded to his penis gripping and relaxing as he pushed in her. Feeling his penis all the way in her anus he began to fucked her. Her anus was stretched to accommodate his penis. He fucked her slow and easy, working deeper in her anus. He was exploring all of her ass with his dick. Pushing his penis in deeper, he felt her rectum with his dickhead.
“I feel your cockhead in my rectum, Mr. President,” Samantha said.
“You like being fucked deep in your ass, Mrs. Silverton?” the President ask.
“I like being fuck deep in my ass,” Samantha answered him.
“I was hoping that you did,” the President replied.
“And you was right, Mr. President,” Samantha said.
The President fucks her deep in her anus feeling her rectum for several minutes. Those minutes felt like an eternity to Samantha. She thought that at any moment the President was going to cum in her ass. Just as she thought “Oh, God, I’m going to feel his cum in my ass,” the President slowly withdrew his penis.
“Whew, you were in my ass a long time,” Samantha said as her butthole return to normal size. “I thought that any moment you were going to shoot your load in my anus.”
“I was in there a while,” the President said. “I would never cum in a woman’s anus, if I can help it.”
“Which position do you want me in now?” Samantha asked him.
“Turn over on your back,” the President said, “So I can fuck you in the Missionary position.”
Rolling over onto her back, she spread her legs apart. Kneeling down between her legs, he inserted his penis in her vagina again, putting his weight on his arms. Once again she felt her love tunnel being stretched open by his penis as he pushed it in.
“Oh, yes, fuck me, Mr. President,” Samantha said.
Working his love pole in till he was fully in, the President began to fuck her, thrusting back and forward. He moved his penis back till his dickhead was in, and then he would push his penis back in all the way.
“Fuck me,” Samantha said feeling him taking long and slow strokes in her vagina, “Fuck me deep.”
The President fuck her deep as she wished for him to do. Fucking her deep he lower down to kiss her. Taking his weight off of his hands, he lower himself down on her. This allowed him to fuck her the full depth of her vagina. She wrapped her legs around his to hold him on her better and moved her hands to his asschecks.
“I can feel your balls up against me,” Samantha said to him.
Withdrawing his dick, he moved her legs up to her chest. Reinstering his penis, he continued to fuck her. This position allowed him the maximum of penetration that could be attained. He fucks her in the position for several minutes. In this position he continued to stimulate the back wall of her vagina.
Twenty minutes later, he told Samantha to get on her side. Lying on his side behind, he took her leg, hooking his arm around her leg, he inserted his penis in her. This allowed him to have access to her tits to caress them. He thrust in her as far as penetration allowed him to go.
“Oh, yes, Mr. President,” Samantha said moaning. She knew that in the position they were in, he would be stimulating her front wall of her vagina.
As he began to fuck Samantha, she moved her hand down to her vulva to feel the presidential dick sliding between her index and second fingers. He moved his hand to caress her tits as he fucks her.
“Ah, I can feel my cock sliding between your fingers, Mrs. Silverton, as I fuck you,” the President said.
“I can feel your cock also sliding between them also, Mr. President. I like feeling a man’s dick sliding between my fingers when a man fucks me in this position,” Samantha said.
“I didn’t know that you like it,” the President said. “It does have a good feeling to it.”
Ten minutes later, he asked her if she was ready to fuck him. Samantha told him she was.
Taking his penis out, he rolled over on his back. Moving onto him, Samantha spread her legs apart, she positioning herself on the President. Taking his cock in her hand, she inserted it in her vagina. Moving up and down on his dick, she rode his dick, moving her pelvis.
“Oh, oh, yes, Mrs. Silverton, ride that cock,” the President said feeling Samantha’s vagina contracting back and forth with each movement on his dick. “Fuck me, God Dammit, ride that dick.”
Samantha increased her movements on his dick obeying the President.
“Oh, oh,” the President said. Before either one of them knew, the President shot his load of cum up in her vagina.
Samantha stayed on his cock til the last drops of his cum was squirted out. With the last drops out, she moved off of his cock and lay down beside him, exhausted.
Catching their breaths, they went in to the bathroom, to clean up. Cleaning up, they came back to the bedroom.
“That was some wonderful sex we had, Mr. President,” Samantha said. “Are you satisfied?”
“I am,” the President said. “You make a good sex partner.”
“Well, thank-you, Mr. President.”
“Would you like to have more sex, Mr. President?” Samantha asked.
Looking at the clock on one of the bedside tables, the President noticed that it was ten o’clock at night.
No, I don’t want any more sex, besides I have a big day tomorrow getting the State of the Union ready.”
They got dressed. Samantha and Douglas went to the Lincoln Bedroom for bed.
While they slept in Lincoln’s bed, Samantha was wakening by strange walking sounds that sounded like they were coming from inside the room. Opening her eyes and stretching, she looked to see where the strange footsteps were coming and low and behold she saw the ghost of Abraham Lincoln.
“Why, Mr. President Lincoln,” Samantha said.
“How did you know who I was?” the ghost asked. “Who are you?”
“I’m Samantha Silverton,” Samantha said introducing herself. “As to how I knew who you was, that’s simple. I recognized you from the many pictures that was made of you and has survived til now,”
“Well it is nice to be recognized, especially by a gorgeous lady like you,” the ghost said.
“Well, thank-you for the commented. Coming from you, Mr. Lincoln, I consider it an honor.”
“I must be leaving now,” the ghost said.
“It was nice to have met you Mr. Lincoln, even though you are a ghost,” Samantha said.
“And it was an honor for me to have met a gorgeous lady.”
Then the ghost left and Samantha went back to sleep.
The next moring after breakfast, the Silvertons left going back to their house in Westbridge.

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Its Monday and I’m pulling up to the office and head in. David said he had a job for us but wouldn’t discuss it on the phone. That already tells me that its big and its unlike any job we’ve done before. I head upstairs and find David and Katy sat in my office. “I gotta change that lock.” I say as I close the door. As soon as im sat in my chair, David places a report in front of me. While I read David tells me about the case. “Tommy Bishop. He’s 24 and works at a bar on weekdays. Now he’s sitting in a jail cell facing murder charges. The victim was a young girl. Amy Trent. 19 years old, studying to be a nurse. Her body was found in a dumpster in an alley”. I look at the report and it tells me that the suspect was found in his bed covered in blood. The murder weapon, a butchers knife, was found in the kitchen. The police even have an eyewitness that saw him kill the victim. Now I’m a little confused. “Ok so what’s the problem? They have an eye witness, the weapon and the suspect. Why are we bothering with this?” “Because the suspect swears that he doesn’t remember anything. Says he passed out and woke up covered in blood. No drugs or alcohol in his system and no history of mental illness.” I look up at him confused before saying “Ok you’ve got my interest what does he want us to do?” “he wants us to find out what happened. He doesn’t deny killing anyone because the evidence is clear. He just wants to know what really happened.” I nod lightly still reading the report. “Ok we’ll take the case!” At that statement David’s eyes light up. “Let’s go talk to Mr Bishop shall we?”

Daniel, Same time somewhere else…

When your not getting an early wake up call from angry bikers, sleeping in hotels ain’t that bad. But I gotta keep moving. I’m driving down the freeway and it’s hot as balls out. On the other hand there’s plenty of things to keep my mind off the heat. A few minutes ago a ginger woman flashed her tits at me. Man I love this country. It’s getting dark and I know I’ll need to stop for the night soon. Once I turn off the freeway I find myself entering a town called Stormesville. Looks like a peaceful place but I have a feeling I should wait til the end of the night to make that claim.

I just hope its not one of those places where everyone dresses in cowboy boots and hats. I drive around for a while looking for a hotel. On my travels I notice a burger joint that I might go to later. A few minutes later I find a hotel and put myself down under the same fake name. First things first back to that burger restaurant. It doesn’t take me long to find it again and once I enter I see its nearly empty. I’m wearing my leather jacket and jeans again this time with a grey shirt. There’s a young red headed girl behind the counter who smiles upon seeing me enter. I sit in a booth in the corner. The red head wastes no time coming over with a menu. “Hey there! I’m Holly, what can I get ya?” She says smiling. I look her up and down simple waitress outfit. Stockings, black skirt, black shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. She has a nice heart shaped locket around her neck. She has a soft, beautiful face with pale skin. Her red hair is tied back in a bun. I guess I was looking longer than I should have because she’s blushing.

I smile at her and ask her when the restaurant closes to which she says “In 30 minutes.” I nod and say “In that case can I just get 2 cups of coffee please.” “Wow you must be tired.” She says writing my order down. “Nope, the second cup’s for you.” I say simply. She looks up at me with wide eyes. “You don’t have to do that.” She says. “2 cups of coffee please” I tell her smiling. She blushes again and walks away. It only takes 5 minutes for her to come back with the coffee. “Have a seat.” I say pointing at the chair opposite me. “I really should get back to work.” She says unsure. “The restaurant closes in 20 minutes, no one else is gonna come in. C’mon please don’t make me waste my money.” I tell her. She’s biting her lip thinking about it but eventually she takes a seat opposite me and sips her coffee.

“So what’s your full name?” I ask her. “Holly Blackwood.” She says. I extend my hand to her and say. “Daniel Green.” I say and she shakes my hand. I don’t know why I gave her my real name. It just sorta came out naturally. I’d forgotten for a moment that I was supposed to be keeping my cards close to my chest. But I tried to keep the conversation going. “so how long have you worked here Holly?” I ask her. “A few months now. It’s a nice place, good pay and it’s pretty easy.” “Sounds ideal.” I say sipping my coffees. “Yeah it’s great here but sometimes it feels like I could be doing more with my life.” I nod at her, I understand it’s the same way I felt back home. Its partly why I became Crossblade. “So what about you? I can tell your not from around here.” Holly asks. “I’m travelling. I’m looking for my family in Woodchip.” Holly smiles and says “That’s nice. It’ll be a good family reunion.” Says Holly. “You ever do any travelling?” I ask her. “No, I’ve never left the town. To be honest I don’t know what I’d do if I did.” At that moment I pull my wallet out and check the money situation. I still have a couple hundred bucks left. Easily enough to get me to Woodchip. I’m unsure about what I’m about to ask but I don’t want to lose contact with Holly. I like her. I like her alot.

“Holly how do you fancy a holiday?” I ask her and she smiles. “I could really use one but I just can’t afford it.” “No I mean why don’t you come with me to Woodchip?” I say and she chokes on her coffee. “But i just met you!?” She says, I knew it would go down like this. “I know but. I like you Holly and you deserve a break. Besides I’ll be glad to have a travelling companion.” She raises her eyebrow and says “you do know how dodgy you sound right now?” Says Holly and I have to laugh. “Yeah I guess I do sound creepy but I promise I don’t do this with all the girls I meet. I just want more time to get to know you.” “Ever eryaman escort heard of facebook.” She says quickly. I smile and say “Look im sorry I brought it up. If you don’t wanna go you don’t have to. No drama.”

We’re sat in silence for a minute before she says. “I can’t afford it.” I’m more then willing to pay for her but I don’t wanna make her feel bad. “All you need is a packed bag and some spending money. I’ve already got the hotel booked. I’ll be in Woodchip tomorrow evening if I leave in the morning.” I tell her. I can see she’s still unsure. She’s brought out of her thoughts by someone calling her. “Hey Holly!” We both look at the counter and see a heavy set black man with an apron on. “I’m turning the cookers off now! You can leave when your ready.” He says looking at me. “Ok Gustav! Thanks.” Holly looks back at me and takes a napkin from the table. She takes out a pen and writes something down before sliding it to me. I take the napkin and see it’s her number. “Can I have time to think about it?” I nod and say “I’ll call you tomorrow, I wont leave until you decide.” She smiles and says she has to go.

I walk her to her car we make small talk until she suddenly says “Shit!” I look over and see someone walking over. A guy about 5’8, toned. He has a bushy mustache, a bandanna wrapped around his head and a gold chain around his neck. #wannabe gangster. “Holly, we need to talk!” He says with a thick Mexican accent. “Go away Enrique. I’ve got nothing to say to you.” You don’t have to be a detective to figure out he’s an ex. “Well I have something to say to you. Let’s talk” he says wrapping his arm around hers. That’s where I step in. “Look mate, she said she doesn’t wanna talk. So just leave her alone.” He looks at me with some shock then anger. “Listen hermano, bad things happen to people who don’t show respect. Find some respect or I teach you some.” He’s trying to scare me but he’s only making me angry. “Holly go to your car and go home.” Holly needs no encouragement. She runs for her car and Enrique tries to go after her but I step in his way. “Unless you want a beat down, I’d step aside.” I smile at him and stay planted in his way like a tree. I see Holly drive off watching us as she leaves the car park.

“You made a mistake messing with me pendejo! I’d watch your back if I were you.” He says confidently before walking away. I go to my car and sit while I wait for him to drive off. Once he’s out of the car park. I see him make a left. I start the car up and follow him. He makes a stop at a warehouse where I see him talking to a group of guys. He’s talking angrily about something and they just nod obediently. Once he’s back in the car I follow him to a run down house in a rough neighbourhood. He parks the car in the driveway and heads inside.

I’m smiling as I head back to my hotel. Once in my room I send Holly a text telling her everything’s ok. She blows up my phone asking me what happened and I just say that he left after you did. Then she tells me that his crew will be looking for me. I just tell her that I can handle myself. She doesn’t like my optimism and tells me to take this seriously. So I just tell everything will be ok and to get some sleep. She says she’ll text me tomorrow and that’s the last message I get.

Once I put the phone down I start looking through my bags. I pull out a black suit with a crossblade symbol on the chest. It’s kinda tight but its cozy. I use to have a set of swords that went on my back in a crossblade position but I had to leave those behind. I pull out the mask and stare at it for a moment. It’s a plain black mask with red eyes that look like shades. The last time I wore this my best friend was killed. I brings me sadness as I look at it. I pull it on and look at the mirror. I always thought I kinda looked like Spiderman. I wonder if real life heroes can get sued for copyright. Oh well! Time to go hunting.

I’m standing outside the back of Enrique’s house and see all the lights are off except one. How am I gonna do this? I can’t go inside. The noise might wake the family. I need to get him outside. Think! Think! Oh wait! I have an idea. I grab a rock and throw it at his window. After a few seconds I see him look out the window but im hidden in the bushes. When he walks back I throw another rock that cracks his window. His window flies open and he screams “FUCKING PENDEJO! WHO DID THAT?!” I stay hidden but call out “asshole!” That’s when he storms outside his house with a flashlight and a gun. He’s scanning the bushes with rage on his face. He unknowingly shines the light right at me but walks past me. Once he does I jump from my hiding place and deliver a shot to the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious.

Its nearly 20 minutes when he wakes up. I have him tied to the fence of his back yard and I’ve gagged him. When he finally realises what’s going on he starts struggling. That’s when I step into view and he looks at me scared. But then like always, fear turns to anger. He starts shouting at me through his gag. I kneel down in front of him and punch him, breaking his nose. Then again and again. When I’m finished, he has a black eye, a cut above his other eye, his nose is bleeding and he’s about to pass out. Whenever he’s about to pass out, I slap him like a bitch. Now that I have his attention I decide to take it down a notch. I take a permanent marker and write the words “cock sucker” across his forehead. I also draw a dick on the side of his face. I can’t help but laugh at Mr. Tough guy with a cock on his face. I pull out my phone and start snapping pictures of him. He struggles to turn his face away from the camera but only gives me a better angle to catch on the camera.

After taking 20 pictures I decide its time to talk. “Enrique?” I say and he looks at me, his eyes practically glowing with anger. “I want you to do something for me. I want you to stay away from Holly. Can you do that for me?” He starts angrily esenler escort shouting at me but the gag muffles his voice. “If you don’t, ill send these pictures to everyone who knows you. How much respect is your crew gonna have for you when they see this. What about the whole town. You’re not bad. You’re just Enrique cock sucker. That’s what they’ll say.” It’s now that I see the fear once again. “If you ever start any trouble for Holly or anyone else in this town again, I send the pictures. Understand?” He nods frantically and I smile behind my mask. “Then I guess we’re done.” He sighs in relief and im guessing he’s waiting for me to cut him loose. “Sorry! I don’t have anything to cut you loose!” I say mocking sympathy. “Don’t worry I’m sure your parents will find something when they find you here tomorrow.” I say walking away. I can here him thrashing angrily against his restraints but I keep walking not looking back and disappear into the darkness.

Rick, same time at the police station.

I’m here signing the papers so that I can talk to Mr. Bishop. David’s getting us a couple of coffees as I sign the last bit of paperwork. We’ve got friends and enemies here. Friends who are grateful for our support in their cases and enemies who don’t appreciate our “interference” in their cases. Chief Belfast is the worst. Yes that’s his real name. He doesn’t like helping us but he can’t legally stop us. So he just does whatever he can to make our jobs difficult. Usually that involves sitting on his ass when we need him for something.

When the paperwork is finished, I hand it to Dorothy. She smiles and tells me to “Wait right here sugar!” She’s a 40 year old black lady. She’s alot of fun and never short on jokes. I always look forward to seeing her. She appreciates what we do and gives us a sneaky favour when she can. No! Not sex. She’s like the aunt I never had. If we need a piece of evidence for example and cant afford to wait she’ll sneak it under her desk.

David returns with our coffees and that’s when chief but munch comes out and tells us that we have 5 minutes with his arms folded. We follow him to the holding cells and he unlocks one of them. “Hey killer! You got visitors.” I walk over and see a man nearly my age, dressed smart with a purple shirt and a pair of jeans. His curly hair is a mess. The bags under his eyes tell me hasn’t slept much. I can’t say I would either if it were me. It’s his face that has me feeling for the guy. Its mixed with pain, guilt and self hate. He’s sitting on the floor against the wall, his arms are resting on his knees. The chief looks at us with an annoyed expression and leaves us.

I enter the cell and he stands up to sit on the bed. David pulls out his note book and pen and I start the questioning. “Mr. Bishop, my name is Rick Green. This is my partner David. We’re private heroes.” That’s when his eyes light up and he speaks. “Can you help me?” He says hopefully. “I can definitely try but im not sure what you want me to do. You were found with the murder weapon. You were covered in blood. Your DNA was all over the body.” That’s when he starts crying. “Mr. Bishop, I need you to focus. I know what your going through. Bury that shit man and focus. Keep the pain hidden until the right time to feel it.” He looks at me for a moment as if he’s trying to read me, then he just nods. “What happened?” I ask him. “I was out clubbing, I wasn’t drunk cause I don’t drink, i was just having fun and then I just blacked out.” I sigh in frustration. His details are too vague. “Tommy if you want my help, I suggest you stop wasting my time and tell me every detail you remember.” I tell him harshly. Now I have him thinking. “I went out to smoke. That’s when I saw a girl crying. I dropped my cigarette and followed her around the corner. I saw her talking to a man. A big man. He slapped her. That’s when I blacked out.” I hold up a picture of the victim and say “Is this her?” He nods lightly. This is starting to get interesting. “What club was this?” I ask him. “The panther.” He replies. Ok it’s not much but its a start. I need to figure out who that man was.

David notes down what Tommy said and closes his book. “I’ll look into it. Just sit tight Mr. Bishop, we’ll be back when we know more.” I tell him and we leave the station.

Me and David are in the car, driving towards the club. This case is a mess, I have no idea what we’re doing but I guess we just try to find out what happened. “Hey Rick!” Says David. “You think he’s telling the truth?” I rest my head in my hand and say “I don’t know. It makes no sense for him to lie. Who confesses to a murder then claims they don’t remember? There’s definitely something funny going on here.” I see David nod before he asks “so what do we do?” “we do what we’re being paid to do. Find out what happened.” I reply. “And if it turns out to be an open and shut case?” Asks David. “Then at the very least we can fill in some blanks for Mr. Bishop. But he mentioned seeing a man slapping a girl in the alley.” I say thinking. “You think it’s connected?” “Possibly. Do you remember that show NCIS I like?” I ask him. David looks at me confused and nods. “Rule number 3, don’t believe what your told, double check.” David laughs at my reference and says “Really? Using a crappy tv drama to help you in a real life case?” “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that!” I say smiling.

Its 2 am when we arrive at the panther. I like this club, me and Jake have come here a number of times. That’s gonna change now! We show the doorman our badges and he leads us through to the manager’s office. Je knocks the door twice and pokes his head in. “Mr. Carter there are two badges here that wanna see you.” He says. “Send them in!” I hear a deep voice say. The doorman stands aside allowing me and David to enter. It’s there we see a slim black guy sat behind a desk. He’s wearing a black and orange Hawaiian shirt, he has an expensive looking gold necklace and a esenyurt escort gold watch.

He stands and extends his hand to us. “Gentleman, Vincent Carter! I own this club.” Me and David both shake his hand and introduce ourselves before we sit back down. “So what can I do for you?” Vincent asks as he slouches back in his chair. “Mr. Carter we’re investigating a murder involving someone that came to your club last week.” I say and Vincent shakes his head and says “Ain’t no murders happen here!” “No, the victim was found a few streets away. But both the victim and the suspect were seen at your club!” Says David. “We need to see your security footage.” I tell him and he nods. He begins typing away on his computer and spins the monitor around for us to see. It’s a view above the door. You can see people lined up to get in. On the left is an area where people are smoking. It’s there I see Tommy. He stood against the wall smoking when a young girl runs out crying. Just like Tommy said, he dropped his cigarette and went after her and they disappear out of view of the camera.

“Can we follow those two?” I ask Vincent. He shakes his head and says “sorry man that’s the best view you’re gonna get.” I sigh in frustration. I need to get a description of the big guy Tommy saw. I can do that tomorrow. We both stand and shake Vincent’s hand. We thank him for his cooperation and leave. David wants to stay for a few drinks. I roll my eyes and tell him to watch his back before I leave.

I drive home and don’t think of the case til morning. Instead I think of Jodi. We haven’t had any play time in a while. She hasn’t said anything about it but I know she misses me. It’s been a couple of years now since we first had sex. I’m still getting used to it. I find its best to see her as an older fuck buddy who acts like my mom. I mean it ain’t wrong cause she’s not my mother. She’s a woman who adopted me and took on the mother role. I’ll give her some much needed loving tonight. With that thought In mind I pull into the driveway.

I walk in to find Jodi in the kitchen chopping an onion. She’s wearing her pink tank top and jean skirt, Her nipples are pointing through her top. She looks up at me and says “Hello sweety! How was work?” I sigh and say “confusing”. She puts the knife down and walks over to kiss me on the cheek. “You’ll work it out you always do.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her in for a tounge kiss. She’s shocked for a second before she returns the kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. She breaks the kiss and says “The kids are out with their friends!” With a wink. “I’m gonna take a shower, wanna join?” She asks before walking off. “cheeky!” I say slapping her ass as she walks off. She looks back at me with a naughty smile as I head up to my bedroom. I strip down to my boxers in record time. It’s at that time I hear the shower start.

I head towards the bathroom and she Jodi stood in the shower with her back to me. Creeping slowly inside, I take the time to admire her ass. I push my boxers off and creep in behind her, pulling her into my boner. She moans lightly and starts grinding against my erection. I start kissing her neck from behind as I reach round and grope her breasts. She reaches back and strokes my hair while I run my finger over her nipples. I keep my right hand on her breast and slide my left hand down between her legs. The water’s still splashing on us. I start rubbing circles around her pussy and she’s starting to gasp as she looks up to the ceiling. I can’t wait anymore as I bend her over and thrust my cock into her pussy, making her squeal. I place my hands on her hips and take a few slow strokes before I start hammering into her. Seeing her tits bounce back and forth. “Pull my hair Rick! Take control of me!” She says through clenched teeth. I take a handful of her soaked hair and yank her head back. “Oh Yeah! Fuck! Fuck me Rick!” She shouts. I double my efforts and pound into her pussy. She’s going crazy on my dick and I reach down and grab her tit.

In one quick move I spin her round and push her against the wall, I hook her left leg in my arm lifting it up. I aim my cock at her whole and thrust back into her. We stare into each others eyes as I thrust into her. Jodi reaches down and starts rubbing her clit, desperately trying to cum. I feel myself starting to cum as she grips me tightly and I shoot my load inside her. “AAAH AHHH RICK!” She screams. “Aaaahhhh Sarah!” I say through clenched teeth. We slide down the wall and just hold each other making out.

“We should get ready for bed!” Says Jodi. I nod and we help each other up. Once we’re dried up, we head to the bedroom and climb into bed. I place my arm over her shoulder and she snuggles up, resting her head on my shoulder. “Who’s Sarah?” She asks me. “What?” I ask confused. “When you came you said her name.” Now I remember and now I’m nervous. “Jodi I’m sorry…” She waves me off and says “Don’t worry about it. If my boy’s finally found a woman, I won’t interfere. I’m proud of you. So who is she?” I tell her the story of how we caught her husband and how she and I had sex. Jodi smiles and says “Do you like her.” I’m not sure if I can answer that. Yeah we had sex but it was just to get back at her husband. Do I actually like her though. “She’s an amazing, beautiful woman. And… Yes… I really do!” Jodi smiles again and says “Then ask her out.” I shake my head and say “It’s not that simple what about you?” I ask her. “Don’t worry about me. To be honest, I’ve been thinking about meeting someone else. I’m not getting any younger. I just hope Jake understands.” It’s then that I remember, I completely forgot to tell her about Jake. “Jodi about that! I spoke to Jake and he’s found someone too. He’s been trying to get a job to impress her.” Jodi looks up at me confused. “Why didn’t he tell me?” She asks a little disheartened. “He was scared of hurting your feelings.” It’s then that she nearly breaks down in laughter. “What mother doesn’t wanna see her little boy meet a special little lady?” She asks and I chuckle with her. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow” She says. We kiss each other and hold each other. As I lay there I think on what she said and decide to call Sarah tomorrow.

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