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It was a dark and stormy night outside the hospital ward, and from the windows only one bedside lamp could be seen amongst the sleeping patients. Matthew sat upright quietly reading a book whilst waiting for his last check of the day before he could go to sleep. It had been two days since the operation to remove his appendix and although it has all gone smoothly he was still having regular examinations to make sure everything was healing properly.

At eleven o’clock the night duty nurse appeared from between the curtains around his bed to do the nightly inspection. She was tall and slender with silky blonde hair neatly pinned up in a bun. Matthew hadn’t seen her before, but as she studied his charts was able to see from her ID tag that her name was Kate and she was still a trainee.

“This is my first night on duty alone, so you’ll have to tell me if I do anything wrong” said the young nurse smiling nervously.

“As long as you don’t amputate a leg, I’m sure I’ll be none the wiser” Matthew grinned as she began pulling back the bed sheets. Although these examinations had become routine after three days, he could not help feeling a little embarrassed lying naked beneath the gaze of such a beautiful girl who could not be older than 18 or 19. “Well everything looks alright,” she announced after checking his stitches and replacing the bandages. “Have you experienced any trouble with your circulation since the operation?” She queried.

“Um, I don’t think so” Matthew replied.

“Do your legs and feet feel ok, no swelling or numbness?”

“Nope.”

“And, err, what about your penis” she asked hesitantly looking up shyly from behind her clipboard.

“Uh, I don’t know” Matthew answered, already turning crimson with embarrassment.

“Ok. I had better take a quick look to check that the anaesthetic hasn’t caused any blood clots.” And she pulled the sheets down further to reveal his penis. Matthew lay there unable to move as the young nurse gently felt and squeezed his penis checking its length for any lumps or abnormalities. Her hands were so soft kocasinan escort and warm as she touched him, that even against his will he began to feel himself swell and stiffen in her hand. The young girl pretended not to notice the effect she was having on him, but by the time she had completed her examination his penis was standing hard and rigid.

“Oh dear” she exclaimed looking at his erection for the first time. “Well at least we don’t have to worry about any circulation problems,” she joked trying to ease his obvious embarrassment.

“Don’t worry its quite normal. I’ll just go and get the vacuum pump to relieve you”

“I’m sure it will go down” Matthew stammered in fear. He had heard about the vacuum pump already. By all accounts it was an extremely uncomfortable contraption; fitting over the penis, air was pumped out of the tube until the pressure built to such a degree that the semen was literally sucked out from inside you. It had a reputation for being horrifically undignified and not completely painless.

“Don’t be silly” she answered. “If there is still anaesthetic in your blood then it won’t disperse properly and your penis will become very uncomfortable.” Without anymore argument she disappeared between the curtains to fetch the infamous pump.

Matthew lay there silently cursing his penis which was still standing defiantly upright when the young nurse returned looking worried.

“I can’t find the vacuum pump” she said biting her lip with anxiety. “And I’ll get into so much trouble if I have to call down a senior nurse at this time of night. I suppose I could always…” Her voice trailed off as she wrestled with herself trying to make a decision.

“Would it be ok if I relieved you the old fashioned way?” she asked, her worried eyes imploring him to help her out of her predicament.

“Um, I suppose so” Matthew replied, wondering what horrible contraption could be considered old-fashioned in comparison to the vacuum pump.

She smiled at him nervously, but instead of leaving to konak escort get the alternative equipment, she sat down on the edge of the bed at his knees. With one last embarrassed smile she took his erection in her small hand, pulled back his foreskin, and lent forwards taking his penis into her mouth. Matthew gasped as he realised what was happening, but before he could speak his mind was clouded by waves of delirious pleasure as her lips closed around his rigid cock. Her mouth was hot and wet, and he could feel her soft lips sliding down over his swollen head as she took him deeper.

Matthew could do nothing but groan as she began to build a steady rhythm sucking him in and out of her mouth and stroking his shaft in her hand. The sight was completely mesmerising and he could only watch transfixed as the beautiful young girl sucked his throbbing penis. She seemed to be completely lost in her task with her eyes closed and her head bobbing up and down as she took him deep into her mouth in long urgent strokes. Soon she began making delicious slurping noises as her combination of sucking and stroking increased in speed, and Matthew knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Yet as he approached the brink of ejaculation she pulled away from his penis leaving it wet and rigid.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were engorged, and long strands of golden hair framed her pretty face from where they had escaped her neat bun. “It doesn’t seem to be working” she said mournfully. “I’ll have to try something else.”

Matthew was about to tell her that she couldn’t be more wrong, when she slipped off the bed and began pulling her uniform up over her shapely hips. He was instantly silenced by the perfect vision of her and the small white knickers which separated her soft thighs from her slender belly.

“Do you think you could cum if I put you inside my vagina?” she asked looking hopeful.

“I, I think so” Matthew stammered, and she smiled warmly at him as she pulled off her knickers.

Seeing the neat triangle of soft hair between konyaaltı escort her thighs made Matthew’s erection twitch and throb, and his heart raced as she climbed back onto the bed kneeling astride him.

“Tell me if I hurt your stitches” she advised him tenderly, and pressed his penis to the entrance of her vagina.

The young nurse lowered herself onto him, and his swollen head stretched her tight vagina as it pushed slowly up inside her. A long groan escaped her lips and her eyelids fluttered as she felt inch after inch penetrating her. She slowly sank down the entire length of his enlarged penis until he was completely buried within her. The feeling of her moist folds gripping his erection was truly heavenly and Matthew knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Are you ready?” she asked breathlessly, and began to move up and down on his shaft. With her hands resting on his chest for support Kate brought her whole body forward until only the head of his engorged cock was gripped by her stretched vagina, and then pushed back making him slide up deep inside her.

“Ohhh faster” gasped Matthew lost beneath the waves of pleasure she was creating. Her small breasts jiggled and strained against the material of her uniform as her breathing became quicker, and she lifted herself up and down on his throbbing penis with greater intensity. The speed of her thrusting became faster and faster, and Kate groaned as her own excitement mounted. With one final thrust she drove his entire length inside her and threw her head back, her whole body shuddering with her orgasm. The added sensation of her vice-like vagina spasming around his erection pushed Matthew over the edge too, and he spurted long hot jets of semen deep inside her.

The young nurse quickly recovered from her climax and suddenly remembered her patient. “Have you come?” she asked desperately still panting from her exertions.

“Yes thank you” Matthew answered lamely, his mind still struggling to comprehend the unbelievable thing that had just happened. She smiled sweetly at him and lifted herself off his already subsiding penis. After slipping on her knickers and smoothing down her uniform, she lent over and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

“Thank you, for not getting me into trouble” she beamed, “and thanks for the orgasm too.” Without looking back she disappeared between the curtains.

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“Pete, can I ask you something?”

My next door neighbor John was asking. We had been living next door to each other since I moved in four years ago after my last relationship ended. John and his wife Amanda had been living in their house for ten years and seemed to be quite the happily married couple. In the four years I’d known them I’d never heard them argue fight or even slam a door.

John and I were spending the day painting the fence that ran between our back yards. We were almost done when he asked that leading question.

“Pete, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

I looked over the fence and John looked at me.

“What would you do if your wife had breast cancer?”

Whoa! He had said a lot here. I don’t have a wife. I don’t even have a girlfriend. Was he telling me that Amanda had breast cancer?

“John, does Amanda have breast cancer?”

“We don’t know, yet. She has a lump. She has an appointment on Monday.”

“God, she must be scared.”

“Me too.”

“You asked me what I’d do. I’d do everything I could to support her while she goes through this. Are you taking off work Monday to go with her?”

“She said not to. She said they were just going to do a needle biopsy and I didn’t need to be there.”

“You need to be there. She needs your support. Call in sick or something and be there. Hold her hand.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

He went back to painting and the conversation was over. When we finished and cleaned up we thanked each other and he went into his house and I went into mine.

I didn’t see either of them the rest of the weekend so I assumed they either were staying in and quiet or they had gone somewhere to get Amanda’s mind off the biopsy.

While I was at work on Monday I kept thinking about Amanda. Her picture kept coming into my mind. I saw her as she was last July 4th at the parade. Sandals, red, white and blue shorts and a halter top of red. I remembered how her breasts filled the halter and how when the fireworks started her nipples tightened and showed themselves poking at the material like they wanted freedom. She has great legs and I remembered watching her walking back to our neighborhood and wondering how they would feel.

When I got home on Monday it was about eight and John was sitting on his front porch steps. He looked like his best friend had died. I walked over and said hello.

“She has cancer, ” was all he said. He didn’t even look up.

“Damn. I’m sorry.”

“They want her to have surgery as soon as possible.”

I stayed quiet. I figured he would tell me everything he wanted to in time.

“Surgery is scheduled for Wednesday at nine in the morning. Sitting in the waiting room is gonna kill me.”

I thought: “Being in the operating room isn’t going to be much fun for Amanda either”. I’m smart enough not to say things like that out loud.

“They think a lumpectomy will get all of it.”

The front door opened and Amanda came out onto the porch. She was barefoot wearing a robe. Her face looked like she had been crying.

John stood and took her in his arms.

After a few moments she looked at me and I said, “I’m sorry. If there is anything I can do for you just let me know.”

After a few more seconds she said, “There is something. John is terrified of hospitals. Could you be with him on Wednesday while I am in surgery?”

“Of course. I’ll take off work and be there.”

“Thank you.” Her voice was almost a whisper.

They went back inside without another word and I went home. By ten o’clock I had surfed every channel on my cable and couldn’t get into anything so I shut it off and went to bed. By midnight I was asleep. Tuesday happened without my full attention. I was thinking about Amanda and John on and off all day. The single time when Amanda wasn’t on my mind was during a meeting at work when I was introduced to Barbara.

Barbara is a new analyst who transferred from New York to our office. She is taller than most of the women in our office and has dark red hair. I’d guess she is 5’8″ and her figure is what I say is softly feminine. Her hips aren’t big but noticeably larger than her slim waist. Her breasts look to be about “C” cups and the shape was difficult to tell because the bra she wore on Tuesday seemed to be in control. Barbara presented the picture of a pretty woman who was all business, and there was something sexy there too.

When the meeting was over Barbara walked out and my thoughts went back to the surgery.

That evening I saw John for just a minute and he told me that they needed to be at the hospital by seven the next morning, third floor, and he would meet me in the surgery waiting room shortly after seven. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

I arrived at the hospital at seven and was in the surgical waiting room by five after. I had a bag with a couple donuts and two cups of coffee with me. A little comfort food was called for.

John walked in at seven-fifteen. He was dressed in the same clothes he had worn the night before kozan escort and still looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He accepted the coffee and donut but I don’t think he actually knew he was eating or drinking. His thoughts were somewhere else. He didn’t say a word.

I read a People magazine from two years ago and a Scientific American from five years ago. There were four families in the waiting room during that time. They talked, moved around, cried and worried out loud. John never moved after he finished the donut and coffee.

At nine forty-five I asked John if he wanted to go for a walk. He shook his head “No.” At ten a doctor in scrubs came in and called for John. I had to help him up and out into the hallway.

“The surgery went well. The tumor was a bit larger than I thought but it didn’t look like it had spread. I am pretty sure we got all of it. Amanda will be in her room in about an hour and a half and we’ll call you then.”

The doctor asked if John had any questions and John didn’t say anything so the doctor turned and walked away.

John just stood there in the hallway. I waited for a couple of minutes and then I spoke.

“John, are you OK?”

“I hate hospitals. I think hospitals smell like death. I don’t know how people can work in hospitals.” The words came out slowly and with no emotion.

“John, listen to me. Amanda needs you to be here for her right now. She needs your love and support. What can we do so that you can be here for her? Do you need to step outside for a walk? Shall we go get lunch somewhere and then come back?”

He looked at me for long seconds then he answered, “I’m not hungry but maybe going for a walk would be good.”

“OK. Let’s go.” I suggested.

“No. You wait here. I need to be alone right now.”

John turned and walked down the hall. I watched him go and then went back in and sat down.

An hour and forty-five minutes later a nurse in scrubs opened the door and asked for John. He wasn’t back. I got up and followed the nurse into the hall.

“Your wife is in 326. You can see her now.”

She was about to say more when I interrupted. “I’m not her husband. He went for a walk and he isn’t back yet. I’m the next door neighbor.”

“Go and be with her. She needs some emotional support right now. I’ll check back in a few minutes to see if her husband has come back.”

I went to her room and when I entered she was asleep. I sat down and waited. I thought about how it was good that Amanda was asleep. She wouldn’t know that John wasn’t back yet. Maybe he would make it back before she woke up.

Half an hour went by and she opened her eyes. She looked around the room and when she saw me her eyes filled with tears. One or two fell, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

I stayed. An hour went by and she woke up again.

She looked at me and said, “He’s gone isn’t he?”

“He went for a walk.”

“He’s gone.” Amanda said.

Amanda stuck out her hand and I took it. Her hand was soft and a little cold. She squeezed my hand and held on. A few minutes later I watched her fall back asleep. The next time Amanda looked at me it was night. John was not there. Her voice was soft and I just listened. She told me that John was so afraid of illness and injury that when she had sprained her ankle when they were engaged he almost called off the wedding. His parents had gotten sick when he was in middle school and died while he was at school. He never got over that.

Her eyes watched my face intently as Amanda spoke. She told me about her thoughts when the doctor told her about the surgery. She thought John would run away. He would never make it to her room. She told me she was glad I was there. I realized that I was glad I was there too.

At ten that night I reluctantly went home. John wasn’t home. I slept eventually and awoke often with thoughts about Amanda and John. The next morning I called my office and Barbara answered. I explained what had happened and Barbara said she would cover for me and wished Amanda a speedy recovery.

As I left my place I noticed that John’s car wasn’t there. I went over and knocked anyway. After a couple minutes and two more knocks I peeked in the window and almost died! The house was empty!

I tested the door and found it unlocked. Over the next few minutes I toured the house in shock. John had taken almost everything. All that was left were things that belonged to Amanda. Bathroom stuff and clothes mostly. On the kitchen counter I found an envelope addressed to Amanda and a key ring with two keys on it.

I took the envelope, the keys and some supplies for Amanda back to my place. There was no way I was letting Amanda see the inside of that house!

By eleven I was at the hospital and by eleven-thirty we were on the road home. Amanda didn’t ask if I had seen John. She just sat quietly in the car and cried. When we got home I parked in my driveway. I helped her out of the car and we took it slow and easy. This lady had been hurt enough already. kumluca escort I walked her to my front door.

“Take me home please.” Amanda said.

“Can’t. You’re staying here with me.”

I opened the door and helped her inside. Thinking ahead for once, I had turned down the bed.

On the bed were her nightgown and panties. I sat her on the bed next to them. When I sat down near Amanda she said, “He took everything.”

It was a statement. I nodded. Amanda blinked back tears. She kept looking at me.

“I want to get you into a warm nightgown and into bed.” I pointed at the one I had picked.

“How many beds do you have?” She asked. Her voice was a whisper.

“One. Yours.”

Together we sat her up and I helped her off with the baggy sweatshirt and sweat pants she had worn home from the hospital. She was embarrassed to have me see her all bandaged up, but we did it anyway. It wasn’t something I had ever done before, helping a woman change clothes but I knew it was what needed to be done. When I had her in the nightgown I started to help her into the bed. She stopped me and said, “I need to pee.”

I turned her the other way into the bathroom. At the toilet I turned her again and as I did I realized that if I let go and she bent to lower her panties she would fall. She realized it too.

“I need…”

“I know.”

On my knees I put her hands on my head for her balance, lifted her nightgown just high enough that I could reach her panties and pulled them down to her knees. I lifted the hem a bit and helped her sit. I let go of her and stepped back. A few seconds later she started to lean to one side and I stepped closer and held her.

Amanda held onto my arms and soon I heard the splash. When she was done she reached for some toilet paper but seemed unable to get the job done, so I took the paper from her and wiped her. Under other circumstances that would have been a very sexual moment. It was sensual and tender but not sexual.

It took three minutes or so to get her into bed. Nothing was said during all that time. When she was in and covered she looked up at me and said, “Where are you going to sleep?”

“I bought that couch because it is comfortable. I’ll be fine.”

She closed her eyes and I left the room, shutting off the light as I went. Ten minutes later I was in my shorts with a blanket pulled over me on the couch. Seconds later I was asleep.

I woke up suddenly. I had heard something unusual. I realized it was Amanda. I went into the bedroom and she spoke.

“I’m afraid.”

I knew it was Amanda but the voice sounded younger, like a young girl.

“You want a light on?” I asked.

“No. I want you.”

I walked over and sat next to her on the bed. She talked for a while and then said, “Get under the covers with me, please.”

Under these circumstances I was less than anxious to get into bed with her. I didn’t want to bump her and hurt her. I didn’t want her emotionally damaged any more than knowing her husband had taken off and abandoned her had already hurt her. I hesitated.

“Please.”

I slowly and carefully pulled the covers back and slid in next to her. She was warm and soft. She turned on her side facing away from me and I spooned up near her.

Soon her breathing slowed and she fully relaxed and was asleep. I made an effort to stay awake and not touch her but I failed.

When I woke up my arm was over her body and she was holding my hand. My body was fully spooned up behind her, touching from calf to head. Her butt pressed back against my early morning hard on. She really felt good. I didn’t want her to think I was a dirty old man so I started to back slowly away from her until she spoke.

“Don’t pull away. I like the way it feels.”

We lay still and quiet. I thought about how I would feel if my spouse had freaked and abandoned me as her’s had. I thought about how I had always thought Amanda was so cute and sexy in an innocent, athletic way. After those thoughts and a few others played around in my head I became more than aware that I needed to go.

“Amanda. I need to get up. I need the bathroom. I promise I’ll be back. I live here.”

She let go of my hand and I quickly made my way to the bathroom. When I came back I asked, “Do you need to go?”

“Yes. I think I can do it on my own.”

“I’ll help if you need it.”

I stood by the bed and watched as she got up. She didn’t use her right arm, keeping it tucked next to her body. After two steps she was moving well and closed the door behind her. While she was in the bathroom I got dressed. I needed and wanted to go to work.

When the door opened Amanda looked at me fully dressed and asked, “Are you going to work?”

I nodded and explained that I wanted her to stay here in bed all day. I got the portable phone and put it next to the bed. I wrote down my phone number at work and my cell number. I asked her not to leave the house. She said she had no where to go.

When I got to work Barbara came into lara escort my office and we talked about Amanda. She was very understanding and wanted to help. After we talked she and I went back to work.

At a little before noon Barbara popped in and asked, “What are you doing for lunch?”

“God, I’ve had so much on my mind I hadn’t thought about food!”

“Does that mean that Amanda is home in bed with no food either?”

“Yes, that’s what it means. We can pick up lunch and take it to her. Let’s go.”

Barbara took my hand and away we went. Two doors from our office we went into a great deli and got sandwiches and stuff for the two of us and some great chicken noodle soup for Amanda. I held the food and gave directions while Barbara drove.

Amanda was still in bed when we walked in. She was awake.

“Are you hungry?” Barbara and I asked as we walked in.

Amanda looked at us and nodded. Barbara sat on the side of the bed and opened the soup container. I helped Amanda sit up a little and Barbara fed her. Amanda was a little reluctant to attempt using the arm closest to the bandages. After a minute I felt useless and unneeded so I got out my sandwich and ate.

Between bites Barbara talked with Amanda. Barbara shared that she had also had lump surgery about a year before and they talked about recovery and pain. I listened but didn’t speak.

Barbara looked at me and seeing that I had finished my sandwich she said, “Here. You feed Amanda while I eat.”

I took the container and fed Amanda. Barbara came around to the other side of the bed and ate her sandwich while the three of us talked. Then Amanda looked at Barbara and asked, “Are you and Pete an item?”

“No. Just last week I started at the same company as Pete. We hardly know each other.”

I was about to say something when Barbara added, “Yet.”

I looked at her and she smiled.

When the soup was eaten and the sandwiches were gone I said Barbara and I needed to get back to work.

Amanda smiled and said, “I hope no one asks what you did for lunch.”

Barbara smiled and said, “If they ask I’ll just say we came to Pete’s and ate lunch in his bed.”

Both women laughed. Amanda stopped when it hurt. Barbara laughed all the way to the car.

When we were back at work no one asked.

At five I headed for my car and saw Barbara heading for hers.

I walked to her car and asked, “Want to share another meal in bed?”

“I don’t know. Will you start thinking I’m easy if I do?”

“Amanda likes you. I like you. We all need to eat. She’ll get her strength back quicker with friends around.”

“I’m not her friend. I just met her.”

“I’ve never met another person at her home other than the disappearing husband. Her answering machine doesn’t have a message on it. I think you and I are the closest she has to friends.”

“Is this your way of asking me on a date?”

“Do you want this to be a date?”

“Do you plan to get me in your bed again?”

“Yes.”

“Then this is a date.”

“What would you like for dinner?”

“Chinese. I think it is romantic to eat Chinese food from the containers sitting in bed.”

I gave her the key to my house. Told her that I would go get Chinese food and meet her at the house. I suggested that maybe she could help Amanda shower or get cleaned up some before I got there.

Barbara kissed me quickly on the cheek and got in her car. I went to mine and drove to the China Palace. On the way I called them and ordered what I thought we would all like.

When I arrived home I saw Barbara’s car parked in front. I got the two bags of food from the car and went in. I saw Barbara’s jacket draped over the back of my couch. I went into my bedroom and almost dropped the food.

Sitting up in bed was Amanda, no longer wearing the flannel nightgown but now wearing one of my t-shirts. Sitting next to her was Barbara, also wearing one of my t-shirts. From the waist down they were both under the covers. Both women had wet hair. Amanda’s bandages showed thru her t-shirt and Barbara’s braless breasts showed thru her t-shirt.

“You said to get her clean. I did. We changed her bandages, shampooed her hair and found something a bit more comfortable for both of us to wear. We hope you don’t mind too much.” Barbara said, smiling.

“Those are the happiest t-shirts I have ever seen.”

“I left one in the bathroom for you.”

“What?”

“If we are having an eat-Chinese-food-in-bed date you will be freshly showered and dressed for the occasion, please.”

“Please.” Amanda added.

I put the bags of food on the end of the bed and went into the bathroom. On the counter on one side of the sink I saw Barbara’s clothes neatly folded and stacked. On the other side of the sink a folded clean t-shirt from my drawer. I stripped down and got into the shower. I showered, shampooed and even shaved. When I toweled off I picked up the t-shirt and realized that there were no clean underwear to go with the underwear.

I pulled on the t-shirt and it came all the way down to the top of my groin. Then I noticed that there was a pair of pale blue panties on top of the stack of clothes that belonged to Barbara. That was all well and even exciting but she hadn’t had to walk across the bedroom with anyone of the opposite sex watching.

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Over the internet I have told you about a favorite place I know of, a magical, romantic, special place. It’s about an hour drive from my place, and ten miles off the highway. Not too many people know of it’s whereabouts, mostly locals, so there’s a good chance of having the place to yourself. When others are there, most of the time they are naked, so it’s always an interesting time there.

We have planned to meet for some time now, and just before I picked you up I have bought some sub sandwiches and pop. I also have beer and wine and candles. We kiss and hug and get in my van and head out on the highway. As we drive we talk and get to know each other, although it seems like we’ve know each other for a long time from our chats on the internet. We are grinning and giggling most of the time like young teenagers! I ask you to show me the swimsuit you have brought, and you open your bag and pull out a few inches of black material that totally impresses me! I ask you to put it on as we drive, and with a giggle you go into the rear of the van and start taking off your clothes. I realize how dangerous it makes my driving as I’m spending more time looking in the rear view mirror than on the road. When you finish adjusting the tiny bikini you make your way back to the front of the van and as you bend over to get in the front I get a great view of your swaying breasts and wide hips. Your near naked body takes my breath away and produces a wide grin on my face, and a familiar stirring in my crotch. You get settled in the passenger seat and ask me if I like what I see. I nod my head repeatedly and shout “Yes!” and you laugh. We drive like that whenever there is traffic coming towards us, but when the road is clear you flash your breast and pussy at me driving me wild. I have my cock sticking out of my swimsuit and you occasionally reach over and give it a rub which really affects my driving.

Soon we are off the highway and on the final part of the trip, but as the road is pretty bumpy you have to hang onto the dash and door we behave decently. At the very last part, you put on shorts and a blouse in case there is a family at the hot springs. If there is, we only have to wait until they leave, then we’ll have the place to ourselves. When we get there, there are a few vehicles there, but that’s okay. We can pass the time eating our sandwiches.

We grab our bags and walk up the short trail toward some bushes. The trail goes through the bushes like a little tunnel and as I follow you I look at your bum and feel it. You like my hands there and giggle as I do so. On the other side of the tunnel it opens up and you let out a pleasant and surprised “OOOH!” It’s two pools surrounded by rocks next to a small creek.

Each pool is about thirty feet in diameter, one about three feet lower than the other. We drop our bags and take off our shoes and socks as we approach the edge. There is a family there, about six of them, with kids, so we keep our clothes on for now. I hold your hand as we approach the edge and you dip your foot in the water and you exclaim “OOoooo, that’s nice!” I follow you into the water and lead you to one side where we can sit on a flat rock and the water is up to our necks. We feel like we are floating here and the water is exactly body temperature and the feeling is like you are floating. This hot spring is totally lefkoşa escort odorless, unlike a lot of other springs. I can see that you are already in love with this place and are getting quite comfortable already.

The young kids are laughing and splashing and keeping us on good behavior, so I take the opportunity to get the sandwiches out. We need to eat them now as I think the family will be leaving soon, and we won’t have time to eat then. It’s approaching suppertime, and although the sun will be up for a few more hours, it’s behind a mountain, so it’s still light but not bright sunshine where we are.

We are in the upper pool, and after we eat our sandwiches we get a little braver and dress down to our swimsuits. You are a little nervous at first but realize than while in the water, you’re mostly safe from leering eyes. I produce a cool beer for us and I also have a bottle of wine if you’d prefer it, but you’ll have some of that later you say.

Luckily, the family prepares to leave and we are glad. As soon as they are out of sight and hear their voices going down the trail I whip my swimsuit off and am tugging at yours! You giggle and laugh and express concern about getting caught by newcomers. I take your hand and lead you to the lower pool. From the lower edge we can see the parked cars and anyone coming our way. I also move our bags closer so we can easily reach drinks and cigarettes.

I sit on another flat rock and pull you towards me. You’re floating; just your neck and head above water and you open your legs and effortlessly wrap them around my waist as you guide your pussy towards my rigid cock. My hands are on your waist and you glide onto my hard shaft, slowly but fully until I am completely inside you. My hands reach around to your back and pull you towards me and I feel your breasts on my chest and notice your nipples are hard and erect. I grab your hips and begin to slide you back and forth creating a mutual rhythm that creates waves that splash and gurgle all around the pool. I kiss and nibble your neck and earlobe and lips, amidst pants and moans. We are both so excited that it doesn’t take long before we approach orgasm together, you are surprised how easy it is to fuck like this, and it’s almost like being in outer space. As we start to cum I grunt and groan out loud and you are nearly shrieking! I feel your pussy clamp around my cock as you shudder and tremble on my pole. I pump and pump into you, it seems eternal, but does eventually ease up and slow down. Your arms are around my neck and now your forehead is resting on mine as our movements slow down to a pleasant stop.

The afterglow for us both is wonderful and the warm water seems to make it last even longer. Still on my cock, you hold my hands and lean back, your head going back to get your hair wet. I raise you up a little so that your breasts are above water and I can lick and suck them, running my tongue around your hard nipples! I slide you off my horny cock and as you raise your head upright I ask you to stand. My eyes are glued on your wet naked body as you stand up, the water running off you, dripping off your breasts and nipples as you pull your hair back and down your back. I turn you around, facing the lower edge of the pool and bend you over. In this position your head is over the lüleburgaz escort edge so that you can see the cars below. I am a little higher and can also see them. It’s quite a turn on, like semi public sex. I approach you from the rear and push my throbbing cock into your cunt again. I hear you gasp, but not loud enough for the people below to hear. I’m sure they heard us earlier and that they are fully aware of what we are doing. I slam into you all the way and love the feeling of my pubic hairs when they press hard against your wet, naked bum! I alternate between running my hands over your ass, bare back and around to grope your delicious boobs. We both tell each other that we are going to cum again and I speed up the stroking and my cock gushes gobs of cum deep into your steaming hot cunt again! We watch as the cars start moving out of the parking place, and when we think they can’t see us to well, we both stand up and wave goodbye. We are both laughing; this is such a great place!

I produce another beer for us both and we sip on them while we relax a bit. We’ll be doing a lot of this, so little rests will be helpful. We take turns with different sitting position, she on me, me on her. Weight is not a problem here so there are many positions possible that would be difficult on a bed. I also show her little things about the pools. Where the deepest places are, the pipe that someone has stuck in the bank to make a kind of shower, where the hot water comes into the pool and the small cold creek at one side.

I tell her to be totally quiet for a while and listen. There is no sound except for birds chirping and water bubbling. It’s so peaceful and pleasant here, you never want to leave. And I tell you to lie back and float in the water, your ears underwater. I put my hands under your bum and with the slightest effort take your weight so that you don’t have to kick your legs or move your arms. This is so totally relaxing it’s easy to fall asleep. If you don’t, it’s very invigorating. And if it’s raining, with your ears underwater, there’s and amazing song of the raindrops on the water as they plinck , plonck into the water, each with a slightly different sound!

We screw like young teenagers several more times and the sun finally sets. Darkness is approaching now, and I notice you feel a bit nervous. I surprise you by producing a candle from my bag, and jamming it into a beer can half full of water. I light it and set it adrift in the pool. A couple others I melt the bottom and stick them to the surrounding rocks. This produces a soft romantic glow all around and is truly delightful! I see your wide smile of approval, and it’s all we need to continue our sensual erotic games! After placing the candles, I walk back towards you, my cock and balls out of the water. You take the opportunity to suck my cock into your wanting mouth. I gasp with surprise as I’m not expecting it but welcome it wholeheartedly! I see you looking into my eyes as you bob your head on my cock, and know that you love doing that and if your lips weren’t around my cock you would be smiling with pleasure! You alternate sucking with running your tongue up and down the seam and sucking my balls into your mouth, one at a time and both, running your tongue around them, then back up the seam, tickling the underside magosa escort of the tip, into the slit, around the head and back to fucking my cock with your mouth. You do this so exquisitely that I’m ready to blow a load of cum into your mouth and tell you so. I hear, or feel you moan in approval, and I shoot loads of cum into your milking mouth. My legs are weak after such a strong orgasm and settle back into the warm waters. You hold me close and cuddle me as I gradually float back to earth. When I regain my composure, I tell her that now it’s her turn. She giggles and releases me to float on my back. She gets a kick out of how my cock points straight up like a mast!

I float over to the flat rock, she guides me into place by grabbing my cock and pulling me into position! As I reach it, I sit and she stands up in front of me, legs apart. The sight of her tits, nipples, shave pussy and lips are fantastic, and my hands reach behind her and grab her cheeks, pulling her pussy towards my face. She steps closer to me, legs straddling mine and places her hands on the sides of my head, guiding me to where she wants attention the most. I flatten out my tongue and lick the length of her slit and feel her shudder. I suck her pussy lips roughly into my mouth and flick them around. Making my tongue into a hard shaft I search for her clit. I lick up and down and around. I love the feeling of her clit getting hard from the attention! I here her gasp and moan as my slimy tongue finds its target. She starts to tell me how good it feels, to lick that clit, suck that cunt, and that she’s going to cum all over my face. I massage her bum, tickle her butt hole with a finger and urge her to blow off on my face! Her hands go to the back of my head and push my face hard into her as she screams out loud and I taste her juices flooding out of her very core! We both relax in each others arms again, the warm waters covering us like a warm eiderdown quilt.

As we drink another beer, we hear a vehicle driving up the mountain road. We are so disappointed and even angry that soon we won’t be alone anymore. We know it will be about five minutes before they’re in the pool with us, so we decide to have one more fuck before we’re done. I lean back as if to float, she stands and straddles me, impaling herself on my throbbing cock. She slowly lies on top of me and starts fucking me while on top. I see her ass bobbing in the water and feel her tits on my chest. I love the feeling of her velvet cunt surrounding and squeezing my cock as she has her way with me. We hear car doors slamming, and we hurry our movements to cum quicker. She tries to stifle her screams this time and I try to quieten my moans as we cum one last time in this wonderful place. We both quiver in each others arms as we cum together and kiss each other, hands roaming all over each other.

Now we have to quickly find our clothes and get dressed. Just as we manage this, people are coming through the bush, laughing, talking and carrying lots of beer. All young guys. I know this is a dangerous situation for her and need to get her out of there before they get drunk, so we are putting on our shoes an packing our bags as they are getting undressed. They take delight in showing off their cocks to her and asking her to stay, and she looks embarrassed and is as anxious as I to leave. We reluctantly leave our special place and head down the trail to the van. At least we know that we can stop at any convenient place and screw again, but feel very sad because we have to leave. We realize that if we were with another couple, or group that we all knew that we would not have left and fucked all night long!

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Tuesday morning was pretty slow; although Becky and I were in by 8 o’clock, the guys didn’t seem to be in any kind of a hurry. Donald and Brian showed up around 9h30 while the rest came in well after 10 o’clock. They were all pretty beat from the party yesterday, which apparently continued into the wee hours in a few local bars after Maya and I had left. To my surprise, there was no action of any kind until 11.15 when Henry came out of his office and walked into the kitchen, getting himself another cup of coffee. When he walked back out about half a minute later, he was stroking his cock with his left hand and sipping from his coffee with his right hand; he walked up to our desk and positioned himself between Becky and myself. As we hadn’t been giving any instructions, we just ignored him and continued our work as he stroked and stroked. Minutes later, he suddenly leaned forward and started ejaculating all over my blouse and into my cleavage. After he was done, he took another sip from his coffee and waggled his cock around in his hand, catapulting the last few drops of cum all over my desk and just walked back to his office, closing his door behind him.

About half an hour later, Carter came out of his office and asked: “You ladies free?”

“Yes sir.” Becky and I said almost in unison.

“Good, my wife is on her way up to take me to lunch. I need one of you to keep her distracted while I fuck the other one.”

“I’ll fuck!” I volunteered cheerfully.

“Fine.” he said as Becky smiled widely at me, amused by my eagerness.

“Becky, you chat her up and make her sit as close to my door as you can, okay?”

“You.” he said, turning to me. “What’s your name again?”

“Maya.” I replied, feeling my cunt twitch.

“Get in and take off your clothes; everything except the heels!”

I walked into his office and started stripping as ordered, while Becky took two chairs out the conference room and put them next to the door to his office. Carter quickly closed the door and started taking off his clothes as he looked at me with nothing but raw lust in his eyes. Pretty soon I was butt naked, except for my high heels and waited impatiently for my next command, my body trembling with lust and anticipation.

As he was taking off his underwear, I could hear Becky’s voice in the hallway:”He’s just finishing up with a client, you can take a seat right here, would you like something to drink?”

As the outline of Carter’s wife became visible through the frosted glass, he grabbed his big dick and started wanking it, whispering: “Get on your back, on the floor.”

As I sank to my knees ready to lay down, he whispered:”No, not there… here.” as he pointed towards the door;

it was clear that he wanted to fuck me as close to his wife as physically possible. That got me soaking wet. I got up and walked to the designated spot. As Becky struck up a conversation with his wife, I reclined on the floor, my left side nearly touching the office wall as I spread my legs.

Carter got on his knees and positioned his throbbing cock against my moist cunt and whispered:”Not a peep, understood?” I looked at him and nodded. Then, he spat in his right hand, rubbed the glob of spit on his cock head and pushed it into my ass!

I looked at him, with an expression of shock and surprise on my face, but as he pushed on and started stretching me, that expression quickly changed to show a little blissful agony and eventually pure ecstasy. I couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy: he was fucking me in the ass with his wife not even half a meter away from us, separated by only a half-wood, half frosted glass wall. After several intense minutes, he pulled out and for a second I thought he was going to shove it in my cunt, but instead he pushed me onto all fours and rammed it back in my ass. I was slightly worried, as the position I was now in, allowed him to penetrate me a lot deeper than before. Luckily, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry and really took his time to fuck me slowly. I could feel his fat, pulsating dick stretching my bowels as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and started pulling it. I absolutely loved getting fucked like this, and leaning on just one hand, I used the other to reach between my legs and stimulate my clit. Several minutes later, I orgasmed and shuddered against his relentless pounding, but he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He simply didn’t pay any attention to me and just kept pounding into me as long and as deep as he wanted to. Eventually, due to the prolonged anal stimulation, I had a wonderful anal orgasm to top things off.

When he was finally ready to wrap things up, he pulled out and grabbed my shoulder, maneuvering me onto my knees with my back against the wall. He moved in front of me, facing both me and the outline of his wife through the glass and started wanking his still hard, moist cock, aiming straight for my face as his glance was clearly directed at his wife. He jerked and jerked and I just sat there, on my knees, panting and enjoying the soreness of my ass.

Suddenly he whispered:”Oh yeah” and he splattered a first volley Türk porno against my face. Although he spilled some on my shoulders and tits, he shot most of it disrespectfully across my dumb face. I didn’t know whether he was thinking of me or his wife, and frankly I didn’t care. I was a whore: it was my job not to care and just enable him.

Remarkably full of energy after a performance like that, he immediately started putting his clothes back on as he said:”Don’t move… stay exactly like that!”

I obeyed and didn’t move a muscle as he stepped out of the office.

He left the door wide open as he gave his wife a kiss and said:”Hi honey.”

“Hi. You ready to go?” she replied.

“Yep. Let’s go eat. Becky, I’ll be taking a long lunch.” he said as he walked towards the elevator with his wife.

A few second later Becky poked her head in and said:”He’s gone.”

I got up and started putting my clothes back on, as Brian’s door opened across the hall.

“Becky, get in here. Where’s Maya?” he asked.

“I’m right here sir.” I said as I stepped into the doorway, having just put on my underwear.

“Join us as soon as you’re dressed and cleaned up.” he said, turning and walking into his office.

“Yes sir.” I replied as I watched Becky follow him in.

I got dressed as quickly as possible, then hurried into the bathroom to wash Carter’s cum off my face and clean up my own juices down below. Then I proceeded to Brian’s office as requested.

“Enter.” he shouted after I knocked on his door.

In the few days I had been around, I had seen some weird things, but this was definitely in the top five of strangest — and most lewd — positions. Becky was on her back — butt naked — on the desk, her head towards the door. Brain, also fully naked, was sitting on all fours over her, the tip of his huge cock in her mouth. Her right hand was wanking his big, veiny shaft.

“Ah good, you’re here… take off your clothes, slowly.” he grunted. As I started doing so, he used his right hand to replace Becky’s as he continued leaning on his left; with his eyes glued on me, following my every move, he jerked himself off, either his fist or the tip of his cock constantly bumping into Becky’s face. She knew what was expected of her and just laid there. I realized he wanted a show and so I put one on for him, cocking my hips, caressing myself throughout the undressing process, running my hands through my hair. Pretty soon I was all naked, with nothing left to do except twist and coil my body and caress myself.

“Make me cum.” he said with a raw and eager voice. “Make me cum in this bitch’s mouth!”

After thinking for a few seconds on how I was going to handle this, I sat down on my ass, spread my legs as wide as I could and leaned back on my left hand. I then shoved two fingers of my right hand up my twat, fingered it for a few seconds and then brought those same fingers to my mouth, licked them off and shoved them back up my cunt. I repeated this over and over again, switching back and forth faster and faster, until I was just inserting my fingers once and putting them in my mouth once. It wasn’t erotic, it wasn’t sexy… it was just plain nasty and demeaning. Fortunately, Brian seemed to be getting off on it as his eyes were getting bigger and his wanking was speeding up. Although I was pretty confident that he was going to blow his wad within eight or ten seconds, I decided to kick it up a notch in an effort to make him explode as hard as I could.

I brought my left hand into play as well and as I used the little abdominal muscles I had to prevent myself from falling on my back. I inserted the fingers of one hand while I sucked off the other, then switched hands. It was the fastest possible way of feeding myself my own juices.

“Oh fuck yeah.” he grunted appreciatively.

“Swallow it bitch!” he shouted a few moments later as he milked his balls dry above Becky’s mouth. Even from where I was sitting, I could see it was a lot: ribbons of cum kept shooting out of his throbbing cock, some of them missing Becky’s wide open mouth by quite a bit. I knew better than to stop what I was doing, so I kept sucking my own juices off my fingers over and over again.

When he was finally finished, almost a minute later, he got up from the desk, looked at me for a few seconds, then said:”That was… vulgar! I like it, nicely done Maya!”

“See that Becky?” he said without taking his eyes off me. “That’s how a real slut should behave.”

“Yes sir.” she said as she looked at me.

“You were pretty useless back there weren’t you?” he asked as turned to face her.

“Yes sir.” she whispered, her head submissively directed at the floor.

“A dumb useless bitch, if you ask me.” he said.

“Yes sir… a dumb and useless bitch, sir.” she repeated.

“Get dressed, the both of you.” he said. “I have a call in five minutes.”

When all three of us were nearly fully dressed again, he said:”On second thought Becky, a bitch like you doesn’t need a skirt or panties, take Türkçe alt yazılı porno ‘m off and leave ‘m here.”

“Yes sir.” she said as she unzipped her skirt again and started wriggling out of it.

“I want everyone to see what a useless bitch you are.” he said, as he sat down behind his desk fully clothed. After stepping out of her panties as well, we waited side by side for permission to leave. He kept us waiting for about ten more seconds, before dismissing us. When we stepped out of his office and headed back to our desk, we saw a UPS delivery guy standing there, holding a parcel in one hand and an iPad in his other, waiting impatiently for someone to give the package to.

“Premium rush.” he said as soon as he noticed us. While he gawked at Becky’s naked lower body, she walked right up to him, even a little closer than propriety allowed for and took his iPad to sign for delivery. The poor guy didn’t know how to react and nervously looked at me and her.

“Wanna cup a feel?” she asked as she handed him back the iPad.

“Ex… excuse me.” the guy said.

“You heard me! The offer expires in ten seconds.” Becky said as she put both hands in her sides and waited. The guy quickly slid his free hand down in between their two bodies.

After feeling and grazing around for a bit, he gathered all of his courage and asked timidly:”Can I…”

Becky smiled, knowing he wouldn’t have the courage to finish his question and replied”One finger…”

The guy quickly located her entrance and stuffed his index finger up her twat, fumbling around a bit.

“Now you have something to fantasize about when you’re jacking off in your girlfriend’s panties.” Becky said.

Personally, I thought that was a bit cruel and uncalled for, but the guy seemed to appreciate it, as he grunted loudly and noticeably started to bulge his pants. Becky had noticed it too, smiled and reached down, unzipped him and carefully reached into his pants to pull out his massive dick.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here.” she whispered.

The guy gasped and looked down, not believing what was happening.

Becky placed her thumb and index finger under his cock head and started giving it soft and gentle tugs, counting him down:”Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve…”

As they were looking into each other’s eyes, the guy’s gaze turned to utter disbelief as this perfect stranger was playing him like an instrument with preposterous precision.

“… three, two, one…” she said.

With the last tug, he exploded. As the first blast hit Becky on her right thigh, she let go of his cock. Immediately, the guy pulled his finger out of her cunt and started wanking off like a madman, clearly longing for a little more stimulus than Becky had provided him with her extremely gentle touches. Grunting and panting, he wildly jacked off and splashed his cum all over Becky’s thighs, legs and the floor. When he was done, Becky smiled and started walking towards Jerry’s office with the parcel, sashaying her naked ass for his viewing pleasure.

“Jeez.” the guy said as he stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped up. “I’d heard stories about this place, but actually being here is so much better!”

I smiled at him as I sat down behind my desk.

“Are you also… I mean, do you also…” he started to ask as he was getting ready to leave. Halfway through his sentence, he couldn’t quite figure out how to continue, so there was a pause.

I decided to cut the guy some slack and answered:”Yes I am… and yes I do.”

“Maybe next time then?” he said as he walked out.

“Sure, anytime.” I smiled, giving him something else to think about.

About ten minutes later, Brian — apparently having finished his call — stepped out of his office, carrying Becky’s panties and skirt in his hand and threw them on her desk on his way out and said:”I am going out to lunch.”

“Yes sir.” I replied.

As Becky hadn’t returned yet, I figured Jerry was having his way with her. When she walked out of his office another couple of minutes later, I could indeed see cum seeping from her freshly fucked cunt, running down her left inner thigh. She grabbed her panties and skirt from her desk and walked towards the bathroom. It took her nearly another ten minutes to get cleaned up. When she returned, we went to lunch in the little kitchen. As Becky was making a fresh pot of coffee and I was taking a bite from my sandwich, David poked his head in, looked at us alternately for a few moments, then signaled me to follow him. I got up and tailed him into the bathroom.

“Sorry to interrupt your lunch sweetie, but I really need my cock sucked.” he said as he leaned against the sink and took out his throbbing hard cock.

“No problem sir.” I said as I got down on my knees in front of him.

“Wou… would you mind taking off your clothes?” he asked.

I got back up, smiled and took off my blouse and skirt.

“All of it?” I asked as I hooked my thumbs in my panties, getting ready to pull porno them down.

“Please.” he replied.

After pushing them down all the way to my ankles, I wriggled my feet around a bit, not only stepping out of my panties but also kicking off my heels in the process. Last of all, I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground. Butt naked, I sank to my knees a second time and slowly opened my mouth, welcoming his huge cock with my warm, wet tongue. When I had been going down on him for like three or four minutes, the door suddenly opened and Jerry walked in, his hand ready on his belt to undo it. He turned his head, saw us, but simply continued to one of the urinals.

“How’s the McAllister account coming along?” he asked as he started to take a piss.

“Should… be… a done deal.” David grunted.

“Good. The whole estate?”

“The whole… fucking… thing.”

“Excellent.” Jerry said as he continued pissing.

About a minute later, he zipped up and walked over to the sink next to us.

“Ten percent?” he asked as he washed his hands while looking down at David’s cock going in and out of my slutty mouth.

“Fifteen.” David replied proudly as he looked down at me, clearly getting ready to cum.

“Fifteen percent?! How did you manage that?” Jerry asked enthusiastically as he dried his hands on some paper towels. David raised his finger at Jerry, indicating that he wouldn’t be able to talk for a few moments, then grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands.

“In your face Maya.” he grunted.

I quickly took out his dick and started jacking it off hard and fast, aiming the tip at the center of my face.

“That’s it!” he moaned as the first blast hit me straight on the nose and my left cheek. “Right in your face!”

With Jerry looking on, I jacked the rest of David’s sperm out of his balls, moving my head around to get it everywhere. David grunted and moaned, his pelvis rocking back and forth a little as his convulsions died down.

When he was done covering most of my face, I put him back in my mouth and cleaned him off with my tongue, then looked up and asked:”Will there be anything else, sir?”

“Nooo…” David gasped. “Thanks hon.”

Without getting up, I looked at Jerry and asked:”Sir?”

“No thank you Maya, Becky drained me pretty good. You can get dressed.” he replied.

“Thank you sir.” I said as I started putting my clothes back on.

“So, the McAllister account. Fifteen percent? How the hell did you get him to sign off on that?” Jerry repeated.

David dried off his hands and as the two of them walked out of the bathroom, I heard him say:”He didn’t want to seal off on anything over ten percent until I introduced him to Becky; the two of them…”

Once the door closed behind them, I couldn’t hear another word, but I got the gist of it. After I had gotten dressed and washed David’s cum off my face, I finally joined Becky in the kitchen for lunch.

Somewhere around half past two, a middle-aged man in a business suit along with a young woman, in her early twenties walked in. The girl was dressed in jeans, sneakers and a baggy sweatshirt and had small earphones plugged in, connected to her iPod.

“Mr. Weinberg to see Henry.” the business man said as he walked up to Becky.

“Yes Mr. Weinberg, follow me please.” Becky said as she got up and walked around her desk.

“Could my daughter wait in one of your meeting rooms? These meetings tend to get a little boring for her.”

“Off course Mr. Weinberg… Maya, could you get the young lady something to drink?

“No problem.” I replied as I got up.

While Becky escorted Mr. Weinberg to Henry’s office, I led his daughter into the adjacent meeting room and asked:”Would you like some coffee or a soda perhaps?”

“I’ll take a coke if you’ve got one.” she replied as she slouched down in one of the chairs as she zipped down her sweatshirt a little bit. I walked into the kitchen, got her a coke and as I walked back out, I noticed Henry walking out of his office, closing the door behind him and walking into Jerry’s office. I smiled — realizing what was going on and continued to the meeting room. I was shocked to see the young woman taking off her jeans and panties — but not her sneakers.

I quickly closed the door to shield her from any further embarrassment and asked:”Miss?”

“Call me Gloria.” she said as she threw her jeans and panties on the floor, leaning back in her chair, with her legs spread as wide as she could. “You’re new.” she added.

“Yes, I am… I started only a few days ago.” I said, handing her the coke, trying not to look at her privates.

“But you perform the same services as Becky does, right?” she asked.

“Yes I do, but…”

“Pfew, can you imagine how awkward that would have been if you didn’t…” she cracked a smile as she opened the coke and took a sip. She could tell from the expression on my face that I didn’t know what to say or do.

“Look, I know my dad is getting his knob polished by Becky in the next room, he’ll probably fuck her too… I have an understanding with Becky that she… well, does me when my dad’s finished with her. You see, he doesn’t know that I know, and Becky pretends that she doesn’t know that I know… and we all keep quiet in order not to complicate relations between your business and my dad’s multi-million dollar oil company, if you get my drift.

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It was hard to believe that my classes were in the city that you lived. I was actually looking forward to one of these trips for a change.

The first night I got there, I was so tired. You and I just chatted on line, talking about me being in town and how we were going to get together. We had decided that you would pick me up at my hotel room after my class and we would go out to dinner.

The next day I went to my classes and all I could think about was you picking me up that night. I think I missed ½ the classes because of it.

Finally it was over and I went back to my room. There in the room was a bouquet of roses, a plate with chocolate covered strawberries and I bottle of Asti, which I had told you in previous conversation that I liked.

I went over to the roses and looked at the card. It said “I look forward to seeing you tonight”. A little shiver went up my spine. I just couldn’t wait.

I changed in to my black dress with my garter and stockings and my 3 inch heels, remembering you were 6′ and I was only 5′ 4″. I did up my hair and put a little makeup on. I normally don’t wear makeup but I wanted to look special for tonight. I put on this brilliant shade of red lipstick that doesn’t come off and then put a gloss over it to make my lips shine. There isn’t much I like about my body but I always did like my lips.

I opened the bottle of Asti and poured a glass. Then I sat down and watched the TV waiting nervously for you to show up. Finally there was a knock on the door. I got all excited, got up made sure I looked ok and calmed myself down. I opened the door and there you were.

I pretty much froze while you stood there in front of me smiling. I didn’t know what to say or do now that it finally happened. You leaned over and gave me a light kiss and started to giggle a little realizing how I was.

I finally got myself together, apologized and asked you to come in. I closed the door and turned around. There you were still smiling at me. You said “You are as beautiful as I thought you would be”. I blush and turn my head away. You walked over and pulled my head up to look in your eyes and said “you are”. I just smiled a little a looked away. I was never good at complements.

I thanked you for the gifts and asked you if you wanted any champagne. You said yes and I poured you a glass. I handed it to you and held my glass up. I said “to new adventures, Skol” and clinked the glasses. We both drank and then you took my glass from me and put it down on the table. You walked back over to me and lifted my head again, this time you leaned down and kissed me. My knees almost buckled under neither me.

The kiss was so wonderful, your lips on mine, your tongue playing with mine. I could feel myself getting wet and starting to ache.

I put my arm around your neck and you put yours around my waist. melikgazi escort Your hands moving up and down my back, caressing it, pulling my body closer to yours. It felt so good, I didn’t want it to end.

You put your hand in the small of my back and push me very close to you. I can feel how hard you are against my body. I wanted to take my one leg and wrap it around your hip so bad to let you get even closer.

I think our dinner reservations didn’t matter anymore. We needed each other and now. While still kissing me you turn my body and get me to lie on the bed. Your body came with mine. I kicked my shoes off and started rubbing your legs with my feet.

You broke our kiss and stood up in front of me, just looking down. You took your hand and started to trace my arms, across my breasts, down my sides, to my hips and over my legs. Staring at me the whole time. Your hands feel so good on me.

You started to trace back up, this time over my inner thigh where you could feel the top of my stocking and just lightly brush over my panties, working up my tummy , back over my breast, up my neck and then to my face.

Still staring at me, you started to lightly playing with my face, lightly touching it, tracing it, me pushing my face up to meet your hand. I was in heaven and totally yours. I didn’t know if you just got lucky or if I told you my weakness is having my face rubbed, but which ever way, you had me.

After soaking in all the wonderful rubbing, I scooted my body put on the bed. You laid down beside me and we embraced, kissing again. You hands move down my spine and on to my ass, squeezing it and caressing it. Not wanted to be left out, I slide my hand down and did the same to yours. I could feel a smile on your lips while you were kissing me.

You pulled my dress up over my ass and put your hand under my panties. They were so warm and strong. Then they slowly move to the front of me, rubbing the softly fresh shaven skin. A small moan came from me. I want you to feel how wet I was. I wanted your fingers inside of me.

One thing about me that I never told you was that I get very wet and I am extremely tight. So tight that after I cum I have been told I was almost too tight.

Your hand slowly moves down lower. I laid back a little and part my legs for you to have better access. Your finger moves down and splits my lips apart. You are surprised and very excited to find how wet I am. Your mouth moves off of mine , kissing and nibbling my neck.

I let out a moan and softly say yes. At this point you knew you had complete permission. You moved your finger up and reach my clit. You start to rub it and I started to squirming and moaning. You know you have hit the right spot.

While you continue to rub my clit you feel my hands move down to your chest. Rubbing menemen escort there and moving down to your stomach. You know where I am going next and you are aching for it. My hand comes to the front of your pants to feel your rock hard cock. I play with it and tease it.

All of a sudden, I pull my body away from you and kneel before you. I smile at you and you do the same. I start to unbutton your shirt, pulling it out from your pants. I take your shirt off and throw it over on a chair. Then I unbuckle your belt, undo your pants and unzip them. You remove them leaving your underwear on. I could see your hard cock just waiting for attention.

Then you lifted off my dress to see my lace bra, lace panties, garter belt and stockings. You lean over and kiss between my breasts. While you are doing that your hands are undoing my bra. You unhook it and it falls to the bed. You move yourself to one of my breasts and start sucking on my nipple. I run my nails up your back, not hard but enough to get your attention. You move over to the other one and play with the first one with your fingers. At this point I want you so badly inside of me but I knew that had to wait.

I take you by the shoulder and push you down on the bed and straddle you. Grinding my hips into yours. I lean over and kiss you then move down your neck. I move down to your chest, rubbing my hands over it and licking your nipples. I keep moving down to your stomach and just to the top of your underwear.

I lick around the band, teasing you. I take my hands on both sides and pull down your underwear. Your beautiful hard cock stands up straight for me. I want to just tear off my panties and jump on top but I know it isn’t time yet.

I take the tip if my tongue and lick the tip of your cock. You let out a big sigh. I take my tongue and start to circle around the head, licking up and down. Then I take it fully in my mouth, sucking it, licking it, playing with your balls. Every once and a while I take you out of my mouth and use my tongue just under the head where it is the most sensitive. You seem to enjoy this.

I move my body back up to your lips and kiss you deep. I whisper in your ear that I want you deep inside of me. You say to me, not yet, I haven’t had my turn yet. And with that you laid me back and positioned yourself between my legs. You take a finger and put it deep inside of me. It feels so good. Then you take another and you can really feel how tight I am. I start to grind on your fingers. Then you take your tongue and start licking my clit. I feel like I am going to cum that second.

You move your fingers in and out of me while licking, sucking and nibbling my clit. It doesn’t take me long to cum. You can feel my juices rush over your fingers. My body shakes and I moan the best moan you have every heard.

Now there meram escort is something I forgot that you didn’t. I told you how I can come about every 20 to 30 seconds after my first orgasm. So you continue you lick my clit even though I am squirming because it is so sensitive. Sure enough you make me cum again. This one stronger than the first. You do this one more time. Finally I say “I want to you fuck me, please, please fuck me.”

You move back up my body and kiss me. You move your legs between mine and spread them apart. You take your cock with your hand and rub it up and down my lips, getting it all wet. Then you position it at the entrance to my pussy.

You push slowly, the head of your cock opening me up. You push a little harder, feeling how tight I am around your hard cock. Finally you are all the way in. You feel so good. You just sit there for a moment just feeling the warmth inside.

Then you start pumping your cock in and out of me. God, it feels so good. All this time you are still kissing me. I bite your lips lightly letting you know how I feel.

I take my legs and rap them around your hips, moving my hips in rhythm with yours trying to push you deeper and deeper inside of me. I want all of you as deep as I can get you.

I decided that I am going to be on top and start rolling you to the side. You catch on rather quickly and we roll over without you leaving my pussy.

Now I am on top and have this devilish look on my face. You are very curious on what I am up to. I lean over and kiss you, licking your lips, sucking your tongue.

I sit back up and start moving my hips back and forth. You like how it feels. Then I start to lift my body up and down, pushing down hard on your cock when you enter back in to me. You start to moan, that feels really good. Then I start rotating my hips in a circle. This is something totally new for you and you like it.

After doing that for a while I turn my body around so my ass is facing you. This way you can watch your cock go in and out of my very wet pussy. You can see my juices flowing down your cock. I start playing with your balls which really gets you going. I do all sorts of position before for no reason I get off.

You look at me with disbelief. You ask why I stopped and I tell you because I want you to fuck me on all fours. With that I get on all fours, pretty much lay my chest on the bed, sticking my ass straight up in the air. You position yourself behind me and enter your hard cock. I let out a very loud moan.

You grab my hips and start pumping in to me hard and fast. You want to cum inside of me so bad now. I start to play with your balls and that is enough to do it. You slam in to me hard and I can feel your cum coating my inside, your cock twitching. You are moaning so loud. I take my muscles and squeeze as hard as I can, milking you of every bit of cum you have.

I lay down and you lay on top of me and the off to the side. You take your hand and brush my hair to the side and kiss my neck. You tell me that was incredible and that I am incredible. I just cuddle up next to you and say, rest now, I am not done with you yet.

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This story is pure fantasy. There are a few true details, but it’s mainly fantasy. Thanks to my friend for planting the seeds of this idea in my mind! Domme by day, Sub by sunset. That’s me!

My house is on the small side. It’s a ranch/rambler. It’s pink with white trim. Why pink? When it was time to repaint, I had picked a nice yellow/gold shade but my painter took his sweet time getting to the job. In the meantime, my next door neighbor used the exact same shade on his house. I didn’t want to be a copycat. But that left me stumped for a color. I wanted something different. And pink is such a happy color! So I just went with it.

The house had a new roof, new paint and other things outside. I decided to work on the inside. My gardener said he could install new carpeting for me. But he wanted to get a good look at it first to see if there might be any work that needed to be done beyond the usual.

A few minutes after looking in my bedroom, he called out to me.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this trap door in your closet?”

I had no clue what he was talking about. But sure enough, he had peeled back a portion of the carpeting and there was a trap door. We both looked at each other then ran to get a flashlight. He got to it first. As it turned out, we didn’t need it. As soon as he opened the trap door, a light came on, softly illuminating everything below. There was a well made stair case complete with railing, leading down to a room that was about the size of the master bedroom where I slept. The room had cement walls and metal racks everywhere attached to the walls. Chains hung from the ceiling. Sturdy looking chains with bars suspended from them. There were various light fixtures here and there that could be turned on.

“Sheesh! This looks like a dungeon!”

I had to snicker to myself. That was exactly what it looked like. He told me that he could easily spruce it up to make it look like a happier place. I gave him free rein with that.

He installed some special lights for plants, put in some planter boxes that he made and filled them with beautiful flowers in shades of pink, yellow and peach. Put a pink, faux fur throw rug in the middle of the floor to help make the cement feel a little better on the feet.

There was a closet at the back but the doors were plain, light colored wood. He covered those with a coat of white paint and then painted a scene that he knew I would like. There was a nice blue sky and sun, a field of flowers and some cute little kittens. He also helped me build some furniture, suitable for my purposes. I’m sure he had no idea what my purposes were. I just told him it was going to be my place to unwind. He’s very sweet but also very vanilla. And a very good worker!

We also discovered that the outside hatch that we assumed was the opening to the crawlspace, also had a passageway to the dungeon. So there was another way in and out. I found it amazing that I’d been living here for over 14 years and nobody had known it was there.

My mind began ticking away a mile a minute! Üvey porno I already had some suitable sex toys but those were used on me. I set about procuring more for my happy little dungeon, I also got myself a new wardrobe worthy of the Domme I intended to be. Much of what I bought was pink. Some things in Spandex, some sheer, some lace and of course some leather.

My intentions were to cause some pain along with the pleasure but I wanted to look really feminine while doing so and what better color than pink? Oh yes indeed. My visitors would be special. I would provide them with a rather unique experience. But where would I find them? My friend pointed me in the direction of a few websites that were greatly helpful. Soon, the messages came pouring in like crazy.

My first visitor was Gary. He was a few years older than me. He had a slight, weak looking build, an almost bald head and a timid demeanor. We had messaged back and forth a few times so I could get an idea of what he might like. I also did some studying to make sure that I didn’t cause any real harm.

He entered through the outside trap door. I was waiting in the dungeon for him. He was sweating and shaking. His voice crackled as he spoke, and he tugged at his shirt collar.

“Come Gary. Sit down with me.” I sat as daintily as I could on the medium pink velvet chaise and patted the spot beside me.

Gary sat down but kept his distance from me.

“Take your tie off Gary. You won’t need that here!”

He looked down, avoiding my eyes and fumbled with the tie. He managed to make it flop up and down, helplessly. I had to reach over to help him with it.

“What’s wrong? You seem uncomfortable. What can I do to make you comfortable?”

I ran my hand through my hair, then down my bare arm, then above my breasts, slowly. I had on a pale pink, short satin chemise. I let my hand stray to my breasts, making sure to run it over my now stiffening nipples. I knew they were standing out proudly against the shiny fabric. I then ran my hand down my black, vegan leather combat boots. Not the most feminine footwear, I know but he had a special request for those.

“I… I’m just a little scared I guess.”

“Scared? Scared of me? But I’m such a nice person! There’s no need to be scared. Here… Give me your scared!” I reached for the area where his heart was and grabbed at something invisible, “There!” I used my hand to place the invisible “scared” in a big vase of pink roses. “You may have that back when you leave if you really think you need it. But I don’t think you’ll need it!”

Gary looked even more uncomfortable. I told him to undress while I prepared the chaise for him. I covered it with plenty of pink towels and told him to lie down and spread his legs.

I’m going to give you a nice, relaxing sponge bath!”

I got a bowl of warm water with rose petals in it, and a small, soft, pink washcloth. Running that sweetly scented water over his body did seem to have a calming effect. I heard him sigh porno izle as he spread his legs more for me, so I could bathe his genitals. I then dried him off, slowly and carefully. He let out a soft moan and his cock was twitching and beginning to stiffen.

My next step was to tie him spread eagle on that chaise. I used some nice soft scarves in a floral print.

“I’m not going to blindfold you. I want you to be able to see.”

“Look! A beautiful rose!” I plucked a pink rose from the vase, being mindful of the thorns. Florists usually remove the thorns, but my friend has a flower shop near me and I requested them with the thorns. She did give me an odd look but let me buy them that way.

I put the rose under his nose so he could smell it. I ran it over his lips, then down his neck and chest, seeking out all the places that seemed to give him pleasure. I bypassed his cock at first, concentrating on his tummy, inner thighs, legs and feet.

His cock began to twitch more and he began bucking upwards. I hadn’t tied him down tightly. This was his first such experience so I wanted to start slow.

I worked the flower petals over his cock and balls, and back to his ass, over and over again, slowly and gently until he was fully hard and starting to leak. And then with no warning, I grabbed the head of the flower, brandishing the stem and allowing a few of the thorns to make slight contact with his cock and balls. He yelped in pain.

“Oh! Poor baby! Roses are so sweet and soft but then there are the thorns!”

Gary began to look frightened again unsure of what I might do next.

I ran my hands over his chest and tummy in a soothing fashion while his cock twitched some more and began to dribble.

“You are being so naughty! You made such a mess after I just cleaned you up!”

I ran two fingers over the head of his cock, scooping up pre-cum and spreading it across his lips. I could tell when some of it entered his mouth as more pre-cum dribbled out.

I decided that he looked like he could use a little relief. So I dribbled some coconut oil over his cock and began jacking him off, gently and slowly. I was going to prolong his agony for as long as possible. He was not going to cum yet!

“Please! I need to cum!”

I told him he was being way too eager. Perhaps a change of position would help. I untied him and walked him over to the pink faux fur rug. I chained his hands overhead, then had him spread his legs and secured them spread wide apart. Then I showed him a pink leather belt.

“I think you need to learn your place! I didn’t have you come over here to beg for things. I will decide when you cum and if you cum. Now I want you to hold perfectly still while I warm your ass up a bit. Be totally silent and take 20 lashes of this. If you so much as cry out or move, you will get 20 more. Understood?”

He looked frightened but said nothing. He managed to hold still while taking his punishment. He didn’t cry out at all. And his cheeks were nicely pink.

I turned Asyalı porno my attention back to his cock. It seemed even harder now. And it was dripping more. I grabbed it firmly and began jacking it off. He seemed to be enjoying that a little too much.

I yanked my hand away and stood back to observe the situation. Then I looked directly into his eyes, drew my right foot back and gave him a soft kick to his balls. He strained against his bonds got a pained look on his face, cried out, and looked sick.

“Oh come on! That was just my boot!” I made a movement like I was going to kick him again. He tried to recoil then looked relieved when I didn’t kick him. “It’s just a boot!” I ran the toe of the boot over his lower leg.

He began panting. I put my hand on his balls, massaging them gently. His face showed pain. I dropped to my knees and began kissing them. He seemed a bit relieved. I put my hand back on his balls again and began massaging them gently. He let out a sigh and looked more relieved. It was time to strike again. I kicked him in the balls again as gently as I could. He screamed and began begging me to stop.

“What did I tell you about begging? You specifically told me to wear these boots and you told me what you wanted me to do with them. And now you’re squealing like some little namby pamby. You will learn!”

I grabbed the belt again and with no warning, let it rain down over his butt cheeks and occasionally his back. He began screaming now, probably more from fright than anything else. I was making a deliberate attempt to cause some pain (like he wanted) but not hurt him.

I walked around to his front and gave his cock a quick, unexpected slap with the belt, being careful not to do it hard. He yelped and looked terrified.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll give you some relief now.” I had really hoped that this session would have lasted longer. I began jacking him off again. He came very quickly. I guess it was all too much for him. He came in less than a minute. I left him restrained for a few minutes, while I kissed his neck and chest. Then I helped clean him up and gave him a hug before he headed back up through the outside hatch.

I left the mess to clean up later. The sun would be going down soon and Constantine would be coming over. He’s my Greek guy from New Jersey. I hadn’t seen him in years. The Village salad was already made and chilling in the fridge. The Pastitsio was assembled and ready to be heated through in the oven. I got the dinner ready, cleaned myself up a bit and swapped my boots for my pink ballet shoes.

I had timed it perfectly. The sun was setting, the dinner was ready. The doorbell rang. I saw that familiar tall lanky drink of water walk through my door and embrace me in a hug.

We ate dinner quickly while he filled me in on the details of the latest production he was in. Then we headed to the bedroom.

“So what were you doing all day?” he asked me.

“Being a Domme,” I said in a matter of fact fashion.

His face lit up and he chuckled.

“Yeah right, pussycat. You have a really wild imagination!”

He handed me a couple of pink hair clips with sharp little teeth on them, instructed me to put them on my tits, then lie down so he could tie me to the bed. He had some surprises in store for me! And I was ready to submit fully to him.

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A few things are not re-explained in depth. You might want to peek quickly at chapters 1 and 2. Thanks!

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The water is already hot as I step into the shower and close the door. Two shower heads is a luxury, but it’s proven to be worth the price. The front one warms my chest while the opposite one massages the small of my back. I squeeze liquid soap onto one hand and start rubbing my shoulders, working my way down.

It’s easy to stay too long in here. To relax. To dream. I bend over to soap up my right calf and then prop it forward on the wall as I run a razor from ankle to thigh. Slowing, as it slides over my shin and the tendons behind my knee, I switch legs. I prop the left foot up and feel the water flicker over to cold for a moment. As if someone is flushing a toilet in the room. But that’s a thing for old houses. Not my new condo. And not when I’m the only one that lives here.

My mind wanders. What if it is someone? Could it be a neighbor? That seems unlikely…different pipes…too far away. I laugh at my paranoia…that stupid, helpless feeling. I take karate, right? Sheesh. I prop my foot up again. And I have a razor. I laugh…I mean how much damage can you really do with a disposable Bic razor.

Just as I drop my foot, the bathroom lights go out. What the FUCK?!

The shower is still hot and running but the small room – shower and toilet – is pitch dark.

Until it isn’t.

A light comes on but it isn’t from the ceiling. It’s from the door. I watch, frozen, as the light all along a crack in the door starts as a sliver and widens into a strip of brightness.

Someone’s opening the door.

I’m numb. I’m floating. Oh God. Oh my God. I think I’m panting. I don’t feel the water any more. And then I see a shadow interrupt the long stream of light and I can’t feel my body. My naked body. Alone in the shower. The dark shape – back lit from the bedroom light – takes another step inside, pauses, and yells in a deep ugly voice. “BOO.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

I hear screaming. A piercing, continuous screaming. I barely register…that it’s ME. And his laughing. Oh my God. My mouth is open, wider than it’s ever been, straining the tendons in my neck. Where are my legs? I can’t feel anything. Screaming is echoing off the shower tile. And then I run out of breath and I can’t hear myself any more. He places a hand on the shower door handle and I can’t take in a new breath.

Help me. No. NO. Help me. I can’t breathe.

Oh my God, I can’t breathe. Pleeeease…help me.

“Cara! …CARA!…HAHAHAHA!”

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“Cara!” Cara felt shaking.

“Cara! HEY!” He’s touching her.

Cara opened her eyes suddenly. In the dim light of the room, she saw the outline of his shadow hovered over her. She felt panic…still no breath… dizziness.

Tom’s dark eyes looked down with concern. He was propped on one elbow just off her right side, while his arm draped over the top of her pulling her toward him. A warm hand moved from her shoulder, up to her head, cradling behind her neck. Finally, Cara gasped and air rushed into both lungs.

“Hey baby…” his eyes darting over her.

Cara’s chest heaved and she flailed her arm forward, pushing against his chest… holding onto his bicep.

Tom tried to get through to her again. He felt the warm breath of her gasping on his neck.

“Shhhhh. Hey, it’s alright.”

Cara watched the Adam’s apple roll along his throat while he talked. Her chest heaved, drawing in air. She closed her eyes and listened to the fast, deep breathing that was slowly calming down. One tear dropped from her right eye and slide toward her ear.

“Jesus,” he whispered. His thumb stroked along her temple and back into her hairline. “You ok?”

Cara swallowed. Her throat was dry. Oh my God, she thought, did that all just happen in front of him? Did she say anything? How long had he been awake? What had she done?

“Yea. I… I’m sorry.” Her chin quivered slightly.

“What?!” Tom’s eyes opened wider in surprise. “No…”

He snaked the left arm, that was propping him up, under Cara’s neck and flattened his body against the bed again. He felt her shoulders relax and mold along his side. His right hand stroked her hair and then continued down her back… the light sheen of her perspiration under his fingertips.

“It’s ok.”

His hand flattened against the small of her back. She drew one leg over the top of his thigh.

Cara felt the warmth of him along the full length of her body.

“I…um… I have…dreams. Of being chased. Or… being in trouble.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead. He watched her lashes close half way, shading her eyes.

He kissed the tip of her nose.

“Does it…happen a lot?” He kissed along her jaw line.

“Not…really. Once in a while.” She nuzzled higher into his neck. “Maybe when I’m more stressed – like speaking at this conference.”

She could feel his hand stroking small circles from her back to the merzifon escort top of her ass, his fingers grabbing gently at the supple skin.

His concern was still there. But gentler now. More relaxed. “I’m sorry for that. You shouldn’t ever feel that way.”

Cara exhaled deeply, feeling her heartbeat at a slow, even pace.

Reality flickered. She lifted her head a fraction. “Crap. What time is it?”

She leaned over to look at the nightstand clock…6:15am…which also meant she rolled further onto Tom’s chest, her body contacting fully with his. He brought is other arm around her and scooped up her ass… a hand on each cheek.

Cara smirked and looked him coyishly in the eye. “I gotta go,” she said firmly. “Cab to my hotel, shower, change, practice conference talk, on stage at 9:30am.”

He continued pulling on her, rocking her up and down his body with each flex of his arms. His breathing was deeper and she felt the thickness of him on her thigh growing harder by the second.

“Not yet,” he whispered as he tilted forward and kissed her under the ear.

“Ughhhhh… shit. I have to.” She moaned at the heat of him underneath her, but pushed with her arms and arched up. She swung her leg over him and slide to the floor, pushing off his chest. She knew it had to be fast or he’d grab her down to the bed again.

“Hey!” He rolled to his side with a knee propped up for balance. Entranced by the muscled form in front of her, she hesitated, holding her arms at her chest, suddenly shy about standing completely naked before him.

“Believe me, this is killin’ me as much as it is you.”

He stared intently at her. “I sincerely doubt that.”

“I have to be ready for this morning.” She sighed deeply. “I really do.”

He smiled. He’d make her pay later.

“Alright, you win. Go get ’em hot shot.” He rolled onto his back and laced his fingers behind his head watching her move about the room, sliding the skirt on, hooking the bra behind her with arms through the straps, and sliding the top over her head. She walked into the bathroom, licked her finger, and gently swiped under her eyes to clean the smudge of makeup. Finally, she pulled her hair into a knot at the back and secured it with a small black band from her wrist. (Had that been there the whole time, he mused?)

As she turned back to the room for her shoes, Tom stood by the foot of the bed…his eyebrows raised.

“And what about this?” He held up the tiny lace thong, draped over a single index finger.

She opened her mouth for a second and then closed it, looking at him. Her mouth twitched.

“Collateral,” she said softly.

He laughed softly through his nose and nodded slowly. “Ok.” He palmed the fabric. “Good.”

Tom still had nothing on but he followed her to the door as she put on sandals – the heels bringing her 4 inches closer to his face. The front corner of the room remained dark and she watched his shadow loom over her. His hands came to both sides of her face and she could feel the panties against one cheek. As he leaned over and covered her mouth with his, she seriously considered whether ditching a seminar talk was a fire-able offense. But he had work too. And he had promised later.

Cara opened her mouth slightly, touched her tongue to his and then pulled away and opened the door a crack. She thought he’d moved to stand his body behind the door as it opened but he stood his ground as her eyes went wider with surprise. The hallway remained quiet.

He raised his eyebrows and put a hand on the door jam. “Bye.”

For the second time in 24 hrs, she looked up at him thru her lashes. “Ciao,” she said smiling. And then turned and slid out the door, hearing it click behind her.

A restless itch sent Tom down to the hotel gym for 40 min, then he showered, watched some news, and grabbed his satchel…fumbling in it for his phone as he hit the lobby floor. There was a cab right on the curb so he forgot about getting an Uber and jumped in. What had just happened? It felt like being back in that very first year of knowing her. He wanted her company. And he knew from the beginning that he wanted to get her upstairs. But he didn’t think she’d stay. He closed his eyes in the back seat as the cab turned left and accelerated down Michigan Ave. He could feel the soft skin of her thighs…the wet warmth of her kiss. Sitting in that chair – had she really done that? And the bottle. Had she really let him do that to her? He had to be careful…he was going to step out onto a downtown sidewalk in a second and a bulge in his suit slacks would not go over well.

He walked into the glass fronted lobby and asked for the offices of Carter, Ames, and Lewis. His smile was genuine, but he knew meeting the clients was not the root of it.

At 9:15am he pulled out his phone. The conference room was still quiet but the CFO’s executive assistant had promised to return with coffee.

He typed quickly…and hit send.

“GOOD LUCK THIS mezitli escort MORNING.”

The rush of traffic 10 floors below him barely sounded thru the windows. His phone buzzed.

“THANKS BABY. LITTLE NERVOUS.”

He typed again…

“U’LL BE FINE. FLASH EM THAT SEXY SMILE.”

“STILL THINKING ABOUT U.”

He glanced up, seeing no one in the hallway through the glass. Tipping his phone down, he slid his hand into his left pant pocket and pulled out the small piece of lacy white fabric enough to photograph it…and hit send.

Tom thought about counting the seconds, and chuckled.

It took maybe 6 seconds. His phone buzzed again.

“O.M.G.! YOU HAVE IT *WITH* YOU? AT CLIENT MTG?!”

He chuckled again. And wondered what she was wearing this morning.

Buzz…

“I’M PARTLY SHOCKED.”

Another buzz…

“AND PARTLY HORNY AS HELL.”

He heard voices from far off. Typed quickly…

“SO HOT. MY LUCKY CHARM. CLIENT COMING. TILL LTR.”

He made sure everything was back, deep in his pockets, and stood to shake hands as the small group walked in the door.

Tara finished her conference session and listened to the applause. A general session like this could have 500 people in the room. She unhooked the lav mic and laid it on the podium and then glided to the right-hand wall as the clapping slowed and the rumble of conversation took over. Someone grabbed her bicep and turned her 90 degrees.

“Damn Sam! That was awesome. Nicely done my friend.”

Amelia McKinney beamed into Cara’s face. She leaned forward and gave her a quick hug.

Cara took in the complement and smiled. She hadn’t seen Amelia yet on this trip and her loud, chatty voice broke the ice.

“Hey you!” Cara exhaled a deep breath as the tension released from her shoulders. “Thanks.”

Amelia turned quickly to her left…

“Mason! Dude, come here.” A guy in gray slacks, shirt and paisley tie took another step toward them.

“This is Cara Lawson. Event Planner, Portland. But, yea right, you heard the talk.” Amelia turned back.

“Cara…Mason Henrichs. He has an event venue and A/V tech company here in Chicago. Helped me out on a CEO summit last year.”

Cara gave him the professional one-two…bright smile and reached out her hand. “Hi Mason. Such a pleasure. Thanks for coming into the keynote.” His grip was firm and warm.

“Oh, absolutely! Especially the bit about international, political, and environmental considerations. Really liked your comments.”

Amelia had made it a whole 16 seconds without talking before she jumped back in.

“Ok Cara! Let’s get coffee. There’s a buffet in the Skylark Room. Mason, you wanna come?” Turning to him.

He looked again at Cara, while responding to Amelia.

“Oh I’d love to ladies… but I have to get ready for my own breakout session.”

Mason took a half step closer to Cara and placed a hand on the outside of her upper arm.

“Hey…ummm…a few of us are having drinks tonight at The Purple Pig. You should come.”

He dropped his hand but remained within inches of her right side.

“Ummmm, yeah ok.” Cara looked at Amelia. “I’m not super familiar with downtown but I’ll find it.”

Amelia lit up and slide her arm thru Cara’s. “Oh, it’s like three blocks from here. Just over the river. It’s that networking thing I told you about! We’ll be there Mason. Thanks!” And with that, she pulled Cara out of the ballroom and down the hall toward the pastries.

Cara sat through three more breakouts and then couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled her phone from the cream leather tote and typed.

“HOW WAS CLIENT MEETING?”

She sat, legs crossed, on a bench seat in the large hallway outside the meeting spaces. People stood in small groups of two and three, talking, passing business cards, texting on phones.

Her suede knee-high boots were surprisingly comfortable for having 4 inch heels, but her feet were still sore from standing and walking all day. The phone buzzed and sent a shot of adrenaline through her chest.

“HEY YOU. IT WAS GOOD… HOW WAS SPEECH??”

She thought back to the morning. It was good, right? Yea, it seemed good.

“PRETTY HAPPY WITH IT. MY GF AMELIA SAID IT ROCKED, SO THAT’S SOMETHING. LOL.”

She typed again…

“NOW I’M JUST EATING LEFTOVER DONUTS. :-0”

It only took him a few seconds to respond.

“HAHA! I’LL BE RIGHT OVER.”

Cara chuckled, adjusting her position.

“GOOD. : ) I HAVE TO DO SOME NETWORKING AT A COCKTAIL THING BUT SHOULD BE DONE BY 7PM. I’M AT THE HYATT REGENCY…”

The suit jacket she was wearing suddenly felt too warm. She grinned at the phone, glancing up to see if anyone else could see her blush.

Her hand buzzed again.

“YOU BET SEXY. I’LL FIND IT.”

The motion off to her left got a little closer. “Yo Cara…let’s go!” Amelia yelled down the hallway but kept walking toward her. Cara midyat escort threw up her hand with an index finger pointing for one more minute.

She typed back.

“CAN’T WAIT.”

Tossing the phone back into her tote, she met Amelia stride for stride and took the escalator to the main floor and they walked out onto the street together.

By 5:30pm, Michigan Avenue was a sea of controlled chaos. Amelia and Cara walked over the bridge and down two blocks before heading inside The Purple Pig. Long “sharing tables,” with 10 or 12 chairs on each, covered the room and there were already seven or eight people at the table Amelia approached.

“Heeeeeyyyy!!” Everyone looked up to welcome them. Amelia received hugs from two of the women and one of the men, and then took a seat midway down the table, leaving Cara a chair next to her – closer to the empty end. Cara stepped up her heels into the barstool and hung her bag off the back of the chair.

She felt a large hand rest warm and flat on her back between her shoulder blades.

Without thinking, she smiled and then faded into confusion at who it could be. Turning, she looked right into Mason’s face.

His voice was deep. “Hi there Portland. Glad you made it.”

Cara smiled politely. “Oh! Uhhh, it’s Cara. Thanks. Yea, the menu looks good.”

Mason dropped his hand but took the seat next to her. They spent a few minutes with the menus and then the server returned. Mason ordered duck pate, calamari, fried brussel sprouts and a bourdon (neat).

“Let me get your drink. You know, a congratulations thing. What do you want…wine?”

Cara bristled a bit at his assumption but did in fact feel like having Pinot Grigio or something light so she put her order on his tab.

The group was lively and most were from the Chicago area so Cara did more listening than talking but it was a great education in hearing about the local event planning scene. And she valued after hours discussion like this because people start to go beyond the basics…they let their guard down…and spill gossip or trade secrets, which are always helpful to know.

After nearly an hour, she was still nursing her wine, but Cara noticed that Mason had moved onto his third glass. He leaned forward and put his hand on her thigh, drawing his fingers past the fabric so he could slip them into the recess behind her knee. She put her hand down onto his wrist and pushed him down, forcing his hand off her leg.

“Mason, I am here for the discussion. The networking, you know?”

He kept his hand on his own pant leg but leaned over into her arm and shoulder and turned his head to whisper in her ear.

“I cud teesh you a lot ’bout networking cutie. But there wouldn’ be mush discussion.” He laughed, exhaling onto her neck.

Cara turned her head away from the smell of bourbon and checked her watch. 6:48pm. She’d been there more than long enough to “make an appearance.” She smiled flatly at him as she slid off the bar stool.

“Ok thanks…Mason…I appreciate it.”

Amelia had been talking to the rest of the table, but noticed Cara move and opened her mouth in surprise.

“What’s up friend?! No way are you calling it a night!”

Cara grabbed her tote from the back of the chair and swung it onto her shoulder.

“No, I promised to meet…a…friend. For dinner. I am sorry. But thank you for the chance to join you guys.”

Amelia’s attention was drawn back to the other end of the table as laughter grew.

“Ok hun. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow probably. At the coffee.” She turned her head back to the guy on her right, ignoring Mason who was also getting off his chair.

“Hunnnn.” He smiled crookedly and huffed. “I bet that “fren” is me…idin it? Hun.” And as Cara walked around him toward the door, he pivoted 90 degrees and headed the same way.

Cara felt the bulk of him just a foot behind her and she sped up her pace, wanting to put distance between then.

All of a sudden her body pushed forward, hard, causing her to stumble to keep her balance. Mason grabbed her right under the arm and propelled her through the door. Cool night air swirled around her, along with the sound of traffic and – from further away – a train on the EL.

“Mason, what the hell?!” She could feel his fingers digging into the flesh of her bicep. He was holding her and walking with her at the same time. Forcing her further onto the sidewalk.

“You shu go home wif me…” His speech was getting worse. He leaned into her for balance.

Cara tried to pull on him but his hand was gripped hard under her arm pit. Her free hand came up to his chest to push with more leverage.

“Gaaa, yur sexy…” He leaned in more and sniffed deeply into her hair while at the same time, huffing out, reeking of liquor.

Cara frowned and twisted to shrink away from him.

“Mason, I’m serious. Let go.”

He laughed and pulled her 10 feet further up the sidewalk and then turned and put his other arm around her waist. His soft stomach connected with hers while a muscled thigh pushed between her legs. She turned her head sideways to put distance between their mouths. She could hear herself panting, getting scared.

“Whaaaaa, a chic liech you can’t stoop to be with a guy like me? You thing you’re so special…”

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I was singing a song by the Guess Who, in my head, on the drive from the airport to the Sheraton Saskatoon Hotel. Hoping, that Burton Cummings was wrong about nothing ever happening in that small town.

I exited the limousine as the driver retrieved my suitcase from its trunk. He thanked me for the generous tip and wished me a good day. I made my way to the Hotel’s reception desk to check in, to attend a conference being hosted by Hewlett Packard. The bank that I am employed at was beginning the process to upgrading six of their servers before the fall of 2018.

As I approached the reception area filled with guests lounging on the many couches, with their eyes glued to the screens of their cell phones, or rolling travel bags across the newly laid carpet, the sight of the young lady behind the counter that was focused on the screen in front her as she spoke on the phone made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. She also made my cock twitch, involuntarily.

It was as though I was looking at a ghost from my past. As if I had traveled back in time and was staring at a past lover. A very pretty and sexually adventurous lover. Jacqueline Valentine.

Jacqueline was twenty-three years old. We had spent a summer and a fall together, long ago. We met at the bar she worked at during her final year of university. She was twelve years younger than me. I was her first older lover. She told me that she had always been sexually attracted to older men but, she never imagined that the sex would be so satisfying, and in my particular case, so satisfyingly deviant and dirty.

The clone of the Jacqueline I remembered with a great fondness looked up at me as she placed the handset of the phone back on its cradle. “Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?” she cheerfully greeted me.

I cleared my throat to give myself time to gather my thoughts before I replied to the young lady that had me rattled. Her voice was almost identical to Jacqueline’s. I stared at her in silence for much longer than was appropriate in any social circumstance. She had the same big, green eyes, the same full lips curled in an identical smile, the same perfect white teeth, and the same long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair. Memories of how I had trained Jacqueline to please me flashed through my mind like a movie being played back at one thousand times the speed of the standard 29.97 frames per second.

The clone remained unfazed, patiently waiting with a smile for my reply.

“Forgive me for staring,” I paused and darted my eyes to the gold name tag with black letters pinned to her jacket above her left breast. “Allegra. I was not being rude. You bear a striking resemblance to a very beautiful young lady I knew many years ago.”

Allegra broadened her smile, twisted her torso away from me and pointed to a series of employee photographs on the wall behind her. “Everyone says that I look exactly like my mother. I think I look much younger.” Allegra giggled as I looked to where here delicate, slender finger was directing my eyes to.

Framed in blue, shiny plastic was a picture of a smiling Jacqueline. Albeit; many years older than I remembered her, but still just as pretty. The plaque at the bottom of the picture read – Jacqueline La Fontaine – Regional Manager.

“You knew my mother back in the day?” Allegra asked innocently. The coy grin on her face hinted there was something not so innocent bubbling inside her. My heart thumped and my cock twitched.

I nodded, “Yes, while she was attending university. Please tell her I say hello, Allegra.”

“Of course! She’ll get a kick out of it,” she smiled and asked for my name.

“Gil Renard. Thank you, it was a pleasure to meet you, Allegra,” I smiled as she typed on a keyboard that was out of my view, and then put together a key pass kit for me.

“Mom and dad return from Aruba, next week. I’m sorry you won’t get to say hello to her in person.” Allegra had lowered her voice and leaned ever so slightly towards me to inform me that her parents where away on vacation. “Your room is on the fourth floor, number 421; the elevators are down the hall and to your left. The pool re-opens to our guests tonight, at eight pm. I get off at six, and am going for a swim before it is available to the guests. If you wish to join me, I would love to hear all about my mother’s exploits before she got married. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Renard. It was a pleasure to meet you.” Allegra spoke bolder and her tone was void of any concealed innocence as she invited me for a tête-à-tête by the pool.

I nodded and smiled, “I would love to hear what Jacqueline has been up to, and to get to know you.” I turned and made my way to the elevators. My cock grew hard at the thought of Allegra in a bikini. She was a few inches taller than her mother. But had the same slim body type and all of Jacqueline’s gentle curves. I was curious if Allegra preferred her sex as filthy as her mother did. I was hoping I would be provided Sikiş the opportunity to satisfy my curiosity.

A few minutes before six, the phone in my room rang. Allegra asked if I was ready to meet her at the pool. I replied that I was on my way. She was waiting for me by the doors that led to the pool. She smiled, turned around and swiped a key card across the door’s lock. She entered the pool area and held the door open for me.

Her bikini top was very revealing. It was no more than two yellow strings across her shoulders and one around her back, with miniscule, yellow triangles covering her jutting nipples. She had a towel wrapped tight around her slim waist, and another towel rolled up and tucked under her arm.

I followed her to a row of chairs at the shallow end of the pool, staring at her hips as they swayed from side to side. Her tight ass cheeks danced beneath the snow white towel as she walked on the tips of her toes. I could sense the coy grin on her face. She knew damn well I was staring at her tight, young ass. And that knowledge made her clit tingle.

She placed the towel from under her arm onto a chair and unrolled it. She reached for the flask that was hidden in the towel and handed it to me. “It’s rum and coke. Have a sip,” Allegra smiled.

“Thank you,” I said as I took the flask from her.

Allegra nodded and removed the towel from around her waist. She held my gaze as she let the towel fall to the floor. Her bikini bottom was just as skimpy as its top. Yellow strings hugging her low on the hips and a miniscule, shiny, yellow triangle barely covering her hairless pussy. I took a sip from the flask as she stared at me leering at her pussy. I handed the flask back to Allegra. She brushed her fingers across my hand let them linger for a moment before she took it and tucked it between her chin and chest. She removed the black hair tie from her wrist, pulled her hair back and tied it in a ponytail by twisting the hair tie around her bunched up, strawberry blonde hair.

She took a sip from the flask as she turned around, slowly. Her firm, heart shaped ass was fully exposed. The yellow string disappeared into the crack of her ass. Allegra looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and tossed the flask onto a chair.

“You coming in with me?” she asked. “Take off your t-shirt and join me.”

She took two graceful steps towards the edge of the pool and dove in. I watched as she swam the length of the pool, disappeared under the water, resurfaced, and swam back to me. Allegra remained in the pool; she rested her arms on its edge, placed her chin on her arms and stared at me.

“You’re not coming in? You still have your t-shirt on,” she playfully pouted.

“I’m not a fan of water, Allegra. I’m fine right where I am. And am quite enjoying the view,” I grinned at her.

“Your loss, Gil,” she winked at me. “So, tell me all about my mom. How did you meet her? What was she like? What did she like to do? Was she a party girl?”

I chuckled at her questions and replied, “You aren’t going to interrogate me for information that you could potentially use as leverage, are you, Allegra? Granted, that does have the potential to be a lot of fun. But it wouldn’t be very nice.”

Allegra laughed out loud. Her eyes had the same mischievous, sparkle I remembered in Jacqueline’s eyes. “I called mom as soon as you left the reception desk and told her that Gil said hello. She got very quiet and nervous and said that she would call me back. You’re her dirty secret from the past, aren’t you? Spill the beans, Mr. Renard. Were you and my mom lovers? And don’t spare me the dirty details; those are always the most fun. I’m a big girl and I can handle anything you got.”

Her sexual innuendos made my cock swell. I chuckled and replied, “That would be highly inappropriate, Allegra. Private matters should remain private.”

Allegra lifted herself half out of the water and exclaimed, “Ah-ha! You and mom did fuck! Tell me all about how you fucked my mother, please!” Her eyes darted to my crotch. She was hoping to see a bulge, hoping our conversation was having the same stimulating effect on me as it was having on her.

It was evident that Allegra liked to tease the boys. She was hoping to masturbate in the water as I provided filthy details of how her mother and I fucked. And if she could stare at my hard on as she listened to the lewd details while rubbing her clit or fingering her pussy, it would heighten every sensation that shot through her body.

Unbeknownst to me, Allegra had become incredibly aroused at the realization that she had met one of her mother’s past lovers. Sordid thoughts of her mother sucking my cock raced through her mind. Her body trembled, her pussy clenched tight, and her stomach felt as if it had been turned upside down, when she felt the sudden need to suck on the same cock that her mother had sucked and milked the cum out of. There Tecavüz porno was something inherently different about her arousal. What she felt was much more intense than usual. So much more intense, in fact, that it felt as if she was feeling sexual arousal for the very first time. This was dirty, inappropriate and taboo. Allegra embraced it. Her pussy had never ached with such intense heat and wetness.

“I neither confirmed nor denied it, Allegra. I only stated that private matters should remain private. You are a very naughty girl, aren’t you? The kind of girl that gets off on teasing men?” I sternly asked the overly excited Allegra.

Allegra reached behind her neck and undid her bikini top. She pulled it off her chest and threw at my feet. “That’s my private matter, Gil. I’m not answering your question until you answer at least one of mine,” she coyly replied. “Perhaps you need a little coaxing?” Allegra stood up and squeezed her bare breasts gently as she leered at the bulge twitching between my legs.

“My question was rhetorical, Allegra. I’m certain you are aching to play with your pussy as I retell all the dirty things I did to, and, made your mother do. Is that what you want? Do you get off on being watched as you masturbate?” I asked in a low growl.

Allegra was caught off guard by my reply. It was obvious that she liked to be in control. When she hesitated to reply, I sternly addressed her, “Answer me or I’m leaving. I have neither the time nor patience for superfluous, little girl’s games. If you want to jerk off in front me, get out of the pool, show me your tits, kneel at my feet and have the decency to suck my cock while I call you the same dirty names I called your mother every time I fucked and used each of her beautiful, slutty holes.”

Allegra looked at me with a blank stare and gasped as her pussy clenched impossibly tight. Her cheeks flushed with a red glow. She was in uncharted territory and was both excited and hesitant. Her stare was unmistakable to read. It was the stare you got when you realize you’re in over your head because you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.

“You started off well, Allegra. You caught my attention and I was prepared to make you experience, up close and personal, the same dirty sex I introduced your mother to. It appears that your skills require honing to play this game at its most pleasurable and satisfying level. Nonetheless, thank you for the pleasant conversation. But, I am bored and will take my leave. Enjoy your evening, Allegra.”

As I got up out of the chair, Allegra shouted, “Wait!”

I eyed her and grinned, “Yes?”

She climbed out of the pool and said, “Please stay, Gil. You just got me so incredibly horny.” She pushed the bikini strings down and over her hips and stepped out of the flimsy bottom. “See.” She stood in front of me, thrust her hips forward and used both of her hands to slowly spread her pussy. “You can touch my pussy if you want to. I’m dripping for you. Doesn’t the thought of fucking an old girlfriend’s daughter excite you? I’ll bet you that I’m close to the same age my mom was when you defiled her in so many unspeakable ways. You look and act the part of a gentleman but, I think you are a very demanding lover. The thought of being used by my mom’s ex-lover is so taboo and incredibly hot. When will either of us ever get this chance again? Just the thought of sucking one of my mom’s ex-boyfriend’s cock almost makes me come.”

The same dark fire I remembered burning in Jacqueline’s eyes when she got horny and begged to be fucked, raged in Allegra’s big, green eyes.

I growled at the sight of her dripping, pink and swollen pussy as I leaned forward. “Closer, bring your cunt closer to me and spread it wider.” A low moan escaped from deep in her throat as she inched closer to me and spread her pussy wider. She pulled upwards on her pussy lips with her fingers to proudly expose her tingling, swollen clit. I spat on her cunt. Allegra shivered. I gripped her hips, leaned forward and tasted her parted slit. I slid my hands to her ass cheeks and squeezed her young, firm flesh and pulled her pussy into my bearded mouth. Allegra grabbed two fistfuls of my hair to steady herself and moaned out loud as I sucked, licked and bit her throbbing and clenching snatch. Her pussy juice had a strong, heady odor and taste. She was fucking delicious. Just like her mother.

“Fuck yes!” she panted. As the words left her lips, I slid one hand between her legs and shoved two fingers into her pussy. Allegra released my hair and gripped my thick, muscular shoulders as she spread her legs wider and thrust her hips forward. “Ohhffuck!” she groaned. “Finger fuck me hard and make me come! Please!”

I withdrew my fingers from inside her young, dripping cunt. “Not yet. I want your mouth on my cock. I trained your mother to suck my cock in a very specific manner. Now it’s your turn to learn.” I reached Travesti porno for her firm breasts and squeezed them hard as I sucked and bit her erect nipples. “You have larger nipples than your mother, Allegra. But, your pussies taste and smell very similar.”

Allegra was dumbstruck at how her body reacted to learning about her mother’s filthy, sexual exploits. I thought she was going to come as she listened to me. “So fucking dirty,” she panted. “This is so fucking hot, Gil,” she purred my name. “Tell me how my mom sucked your cock. Make me suck your cock just like she did.” A shiver ran down her spine as she uttered the unspeakable. Her pussy became a powder keg ready to explode, as images of her mother being treated like a two dollar whore and gagging on my cock flashed before her eyes.

The same cock, that in that instant, she was aching to taste and suck.

I couldn’t help but grin as I freed my hard on out of the side of my shorts. Allegra gasped at the thickness and length of my twitching, throbbing meat. She swallowed hard and asked in a quivering voice as she leered, “M-mom took that in her ass?” Her voice cracked and went up two octaves when she said the word, ass.

“Your deviant mother gave me her brown cherry, Allegra. I pounded her ass hard. I was never gentle with her, not once,” I snarled. “I want you to know that your dear mom liked it dirty, hard and rough. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for me. She cried out that I was hurting her as I took her brown cherry. When I asked her if she wanted me to stop, she shook her head and bit down hard on the pillow as she endured the pain to please me.” I slapped Allegra’s swollen snatch with an upward swat of my open hand without warning. She yelped. “I know you’ll allow me same liberties. You’re more than willing to be used to please me, too. Aren’t you, whore?” Allegra closed her eyes, grunted and nodded as ice cold shivers shot up her spine. “Your mother grew to love the pain I inflicted on her goddess like body. I pounded her virgin ass mercilessly and emptied my balls in her. Afterwards, she confessed that she came twice from having her ass so violently violated. And that she had never felt more satisfied than when I used her like fuck meat.”

“Fuuuck,” Allegra panted. Her head was whirling at how the events of the day had unfolded. She had only wanted to tease one of her mother’s ex-boyfriends and discretely come as she rubbed her clit while she was in the pool. But this, this had taken her arousal and her need for cock to an intensity that she never could have imagined.

“I love fingering my ass. But I’ve never been fucked in my ass. I don’t know if I can take your big cock in my ass, Gil.” Allegra’s words quivered in the air. The filthier our conversation became, the hotter Allegra got.

“It’s not up to you, is it? I’ll force your ass to accommodate my cock, after you suck it,” I growled at her, pinched her nipples and pulled down on them, forcing Allegra to her knees. She winced, shut her eyes tight and gasped at the burn shooting through her perky tits. To her surprise, the pain multiplied the sexual sensations that were raging through her young, inexperienced body.

I grabbed her pony tail close to her scalp, snapped her head back and snarled, “Look at me, whore.” Her eyes shot open. “You like your sex dirty, Allegra? I’ll bet, that up to this moment, you really didn’t have a clue of exactly how dirty you are capable of being. You had no idea of the effect the thought of sucking on the cock that fucked the shit out of your whore mother would have on you, did you, Allegra? You know that it’s wrong on some level. Still, you just can’t help yourself, can you? It turns you on like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, doesn’t it? You’re not only willing to allow me to do whatever I want to you. You’d beg me to promise not to go easy on you. Isn’t that right, Allegra?” Before she could reply I growled, “You have no idea what I am capable of. You have no idea of the filthy acts you are about to perform, solely for my sexual pleasure. Scrub as you may, my kind of dirty won’t ever wash off, Allegra. On the upside, you won’t ever forget the experience.” I pulled her mouth towards my crotch and ordered, “Kiss the head of my cock.”

She eagerly nodded, closed her eyes and edged her mouth towards my cock. I snapped her head back and struck her across the cheek with the back of my hand. The sudden blow caught her off guard. The sting in her cheek grew steadily hotter. Allegra gasped as tears began to well up in her eyes.

“That slap didn’t hurt you, Allegra. You feel the need to cry because it shocked you. Tears won’t make me show you any mercy, whore. Your tears will only serve to make me harder, and make my cock want to punish your slutty holes harder. Concentrate on how hard your cunt is throbbing and aching to be fucked. Do not shut your eyes. I need you to look at me as you worship my cock with your loving kisses. I like to play rough. I get off on manhandling and using women in the filthiest of manners. Understand?” I growled at the young Allegra. I softened my tone and added, “Besides, you have beautiful eyes. You have your mother’s eyes. Don’t deny me from looking into them.”

She shivered and moaned, “I’ll do anything you tell me to do, Gil.”

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I promised to follow up with Lester…right? I remember I was lying by the pool one afternoon, sunning…alone…or so I thought. It turned out the next door neighbor was watching me. Funny now that I remember back…He was on a step ladder that toppled over. I think he was sorta watching me and playing with himself…*S*…The ladder fell over…That’s when I found out he was looking at me…I went to the fence and asked if he was okay, and his “wife” told me he was just fine…that he had spent enough time out today…I heard her chewing him out as they went inside…Giggle…

The phone rang as I got back to my lounge chair…It was Lester…We called him “the molester” cause he was this dorky looking rich kid that was always trying to act cool with the girls and always struck out…He told me about the new van his folks had bought him and wanted to know if I wanted to go to the drive in movie with him. I didn’t…but he told me THE Sean Tranor, football hero/qb stud etc, was gonna be there to check out his van and If I was with him I might get to talk to him…

Sean is/was the exact opposite of Lester…He was big and good looking and from a poor family. milas escort Lester would buy beer for him and other stuff…so anyway, I agreed to go with him. What was scary, was that he was my very first date alone with a boy! I remember panicking as I almost overloaded my brain, trying to decide what to wear out…I didn’t want to be to sexy for HIM…but definitely wanted to impress Sean! I ended up wearing jeans and a very soft mohair sweater with no bra…My tits moved around just the right amount inside it to keep the nipples hard…

My daddy made Lester come in the house from his van to pick me up…He was gonna just sit there and wait for me to come out…I love my Daddy…He told Lester to have me home by midnight or die…He took me to McDonalds for “dinner”…Oh, whoopie…then on to the movie…It started about 9pm as I remember…Lester’s van was really a kick…It was really plush up front…with a curtained area right behind the driver/passenger seat…and behind that was a cushioned bench and floor to sealing carpet…thick and soft..

He started off by trying to kiss me and touch me…in the front…I kept mudanya escort asking him about Sean…and he kept pawing me and telling me to wait…grrrrr…Finally after him groping and ME slapping him…He got really pissed and told me he was gonna take me home…and of course I didn’t want too…with out seeing Sean…

So, I told him okay…but nothing serious was gonna happen…I let him get his hand on my breasts…and kiss me…but when he started trying to undo my jeans I yelled at him…He gets this hurt look and looks down at the bulge in his pants and tells me that I am the cause of his very painful situation…Oh, great…Now what?

He told me that I needed to help him out…Me…I’m dumb…There IS something to the blonde thing…Trust me…I couldn’t talk…just stare as he unzipped and pulls out his cock…and starts stroking it…It’s big and hard and all purple…I felt weak and dizzy and like I was being drawn like a magnet to it…The next thing I know…He’s saying come here and touch it and I find myself on my knees between the two seats reaching for it…

When I took it from him and wrapped mustafakemalpaşa escort my fingers around the shaft, I’ll never forget the feeling of power I had at that moment…I was responsible for his hard on…and I didn’t know what to do!!! He started running his fingers thru my hair and telling me to kiss it and lick it…which I did…and so when he pulled my head to his crotch…I opened my mouth and took his cock and sucked on it…He came almost immediately. I was pounding on his legs trying to pull back but he had my hair…and his cock deep in my mouth…so I swallowed…I was all of a sudden afraid I’d get his cum on my sweater…so I worked really hard and making sure I swallowed every drop…which worked a different way…He thought I was REALLY enjoying it…I didn’t mean to…but couldn’t help it…I did.

As he was zipping up, he asked me if he was the first cock I’d ever sucked…I just nodded as if in shock…I remember the thoughts going thru my mind…I was a slut…I gave blowjobs…I swallowed cum…Omigod…what were my friends going to think of me if he told everyone!!?!

As I sat there…in shock…he got out of the van and told me he was going to the snack bar and did I want anything…I just shook my head and sat back in the seat…with a zillion questions going off inside my head as I sat there…Oh, shit…What had I done…

I’ll follow up with him bringing Sean back with him from the concession stand…next time…

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The other shoe drops!

POV = Jesse Wright

The wife Mabel Wright sat, curled up on the couch, quietly sobbing so as to not to disturb her husband. Afraid of another berating, afraid of another beating. Afraid of being raped again. Afraid, afraid.

He was strolling around the house preparing to go out for the evening. He had a date waiting for him to swing by and pick her up. Snickering at the good fucking he had forced on his slave wife. Well, good for him anyway. She no longer had an opinion he had to consider. Jesse whistling as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully combing his hair back.

“Damn! It’s Good to be the King!”

As he left, he growled at her “Bitch, don’t wait up. Go to bed at ten tonight. Get your slut ass out of bed and have breakfast ready for me at seven, tomorrow morning. Go to work and see if the shop is going to open. If not, take the rest of the morning to start looking for another job. Be home by noon and fix me a hot lunch. I’ll let you know about your chores for the afternoon and what I will expect for supper.”

He shut the door firmly behind him without another word. She could hear him get in his truck, start it up and pull out of the driveway. Off to do whatever he wanted to do this evening. Off to do whoever he wanted to do it too this evening.

This was the next few days of numb despair and hopeless submission for Mabel Wright. Lucky for her, her husband was getting laid by somebody so he only raped her once more that week.

She endured.

What else can a woman do when the man owns her?

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POV = Mabel Wright

The ex-wife Kate Deever, had come looking for the alimony and child support owing from her missing ex-husband, Kenny Deever. Since there was no one else to accept responsibility, the Bank made it clear they would cooperate with her taking over the shop. They didn’t want to have another embarrassing write-off due to their poor lending practices. She had worked there for years before she and Kenny had divorced. So Kate knew how to run the business.

There wasn’t enough equity to settle the outstanding personal debts and business loans and the mortgage on the burnt house. The Insurance Company had made it clear that they refused to reward arson. What was left of Kenny Deever’s house would eventually be bulldozed and the plot sold at no profit for anyone.

The shop did reopen, at least I still had a job and Kate is a competent and a fair boss. That took some of that pressure off of me. Of course this meant that I couldn’t be home to fix my husband’s ‘hot lunches’.

Jesse just shrugged it off with a casual punch to my belly. Just to make it clear he was still the master of the house and I better not fail to prepare whatever supper he would order me to fix.

At least half the evenings I didn’t even have to do that much. Jesse would call me and tell me he would not be home for supper and what time he expected me to be in bed.

Last night he came home roaring drunk. I think he had been celebrating winning a big bet in some football pool. He wanted to fuck but was too drunk to maintain his erection and of course it must be my fault. So my Loving Husband punched me around for a few minutes before exhausted he staggered to the bathroom and made a mess in there. Then he fell into bed and I had to get it all cleaned up before he awakened.

I have had one piece of good luck, one bit of peace. My precious little ones do not have to watch and listen to their mother being tormented. Jesse never even asked where they were! My Sister-in-Law Lucy and my Mother-in-Law were caring for James and Joan at Lucy’s house for a while with her twins.

Lucy’s husband Rodger Norris has also disappeared. He is presumed to have driven off into the sunset in a drunken stupor. Except it was just an old Nissan pickup he was last seen driving, not a Mustang.

The next morning, grumbling about his hangover, Jesse sneered at me as I cringed from him while serving his breakfast. He ordered me to go get dressed for work. I think he was going to be gloating all day, thinking of the humiliation for me having to publicly display his masculine dominance to everybody I worked with.

The other women, even Kate, commiserated with me, offering their sympathy for having to put up with my husband’s abuse. The youngest girl, she was new to our town having married a local boy while they were both in the Service. She asked me why I didn’t go to the Township Police.

That set off bitter laughter from all the rest of us women. “The cops here are all male and grew up together. Hell, probably most of them are related by blood or marriage to half the township. Here the police are a family business. They can’t be bothered with domestic disputes.”

In a small voice, Kate muttered “Sometimes, even the death of a woman at the hands of her husband will at worst, be officially recorded as Rokettube porno an accident or suicide.”

Then a couple of the women, in hushed tones, named two of the dead women they had known, who had been so callously, officially ignored.

That afternoon, Kate needed some paperwork from her missing husband’s attorney and the lawyer sent Margie, who is a paralegal and the wife of my husband’s best friend. She looked at my facial bruises and the awkward way I was walking, with horror on her face. Before she left back to her office, Maggie asked Kate if she could use her office to talk privately to me.

Marge bluntly asked “Mabel! Why the hell are letting Jesse treat you like this? Damnit, our office would give you a loan against your inheritance. You could get away, go to the Capitol, get a divorce attorney. Your husband would lose big time if you got a divorce before your Uncle dies.”

Confused, I had to have her explain about my Uncles Last Will naming me his heir to all the main property he owned. He had it leased out to a neighboring rancher for an adequate annual income to pay for the hospice he is lingering in. Even the taxes and assessments were paid up.

I finally understood what she was telling me.

A faint flicker of hope went through me.

Then she dropped the Big Bomb on me. “Yeah, uh your husband and I. Uh,we, well dammitt! Jesse and I were uhmm, talking a few weeks ago and I told him about it. I thought he would have explained it to you by now?”

I stammered something out to Marge. Trying to fob her off so I could think about this news and what it meant for my situation. Realizing I needed to be alone to think, she left after urging me to come in and talk to her boss about what I could expect when my Uncle passes.

Kate was kind enough to leave me to myself in her office for the next half-hour. I quickly realized that this knowledge explained a lot! Like, why my husband hadn’t kicked me out and divorced me.

Oh, we’ve all heard Jesse’s drunken rants, just like his father, against “Cheating Wives and Girlfriends”. “Once a slut cheats, she’s always a cheat and never give her a break.” “Women should be harshly punished for disrespecting their husbands or boyfriends.”

Considering the times Jesse had stepped out on me over our marriage, how come he doesn’t owe me any respect? Where’s his duty to his family, his wife and children? Pretty damn low on his list of penis-driven priorities.

All that puffed up pride and swaggering Male domination, damnation? of us unworthy cunts. Yeah, his “universal” and “absolute” “moral” qualms against women accused of being unfaithful.

That hypocritical bullshit was so easily, so conveniently forgotten when there is a fortune to be seized. An inheritance to which he has no legitimate claim except through me. And only as I dispose!

But I had two immediate problems to resolve. My husband was hiding the evidence that could convict me of murder. And no one, not even the local police would protect me from him if he decided to become more violent. Even if he held our children hostage from me.

If he thought I might escape his chains, he would either expose me as a adulterous killer or beat me to death himself if he thought he would lose access to my inheritance. His ego would figure, without the inheritance there is no longer any reason to keep me around any longer.

I hope he doesn’t realize that if he did kill me, my inheritance would go to our children with him as legal guardian. If he isn’t already planning to do away with me. It’s just a matter of time, till that horrible thought occurs to that horrible man!

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If I can drunkenly murder the man I loved…

Sober, can I murder the man I hate?

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Do I have the courage to strike before he does?

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Jesse slammed the door open as he stood there braced up against the jamb. I’d guess so he wouldn’t fall down. His bloodshot eyes squinted at me and with a sneer he greeted me with a drunken slur. “Hey! There’s my slut wife!”

Behind him, his two friends Brad and Stoner left him propped up, to stagger their own way back to their pickup with shouted ribald jokes about how Jesse should ‘do’ me. A couple of the neighbors stepped outside to see what the hell all the racket was about. Mr. Polanski shouted at the two noisy jerks to shut up! Children were trying to sleep.

They drove off with a crash of gears, a squeal of tires and a blare of horn to let all the neighbors know they don’t give a fuck about their complaints.

Jesse just wavered his way in and slammed the door shut behind him. He knew better then to get into another confrontation with Polanski. Our long-time neighbor had been a lumberjack and a trucker. Now he was Union Local officer. Rus porno Last time Jesse got into the big Polack’s face it was Jesse whose face got rearranged.

I kinda hoped for a repeat performance but I guess my husband wasn’t that drunk stupid enough yet. Pity.

He staggered over to the kitchen table and plopped himself down in his chair. Propped up from one hand on the table and his other draped over the back of the chair. Jesse gave me a glare and snarled “So killer, where the fuck is my supper!”

He laughed as I flinched at the name calling. I got his plate out of the warm oven, pulled off the aluminum foil I had covered it with and placed it in front of my husband with some utensils. He looked down and sneered and demanded “What the fuck is this slop! Gimme a beer!”

I took a cold Pabst out for him and set it in front of him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close as I stammered “Tha, that’s what you told me this morning to fix you. Pot roast and potatoes. Just how you like’em.”

I scrunched up my face in pain from the way he was twisting my wrist. He enjoyed my look of pain and fear when he wanted to hurt me. But I didn’t dare say anything. Complaining would setoff his hair-trigger temper even worse. On a drunken whim I guess he just shoved me away. I barely kept from falling down by ramming my hip into the counter and desperately hanging on.

My husband laughed as he watched me limp away, rubbing the bruises on my wrist. Sucking down the beer between a couple of mouthfuls of meat and potatoes. Then he just shoved the plate away, tossed the can into the trash and got up to get himself another Pabst out of the refrigerator.

Wandering into the living room. He threw himself on the couch and started flipping through the TV channels. I went to recover his plate with the foil and set it in the refrigerator.

I followed him into the living room and as he didn’t seem to be fixated on any of the shows, in a timid voice I asked if he wanted something else to eat?

“Stupid bitch. Get me a bag of chips.”

I got down a large bag of the extra-spicy barbecue chips he likes and opened it before I took it too him. I was cleaning up the kitchen when I heard him yell for me.

“Get your fat ass in here, slut!”

I rushed in, just in time to have him throw the empty beer can at me bouncing it off my left boob. He thought that was a funny joke. “Get me another, stupid.”

I brought in another beer, he was still chortling and I doubt if it was whatever TV show was on that was setting off his funny-bone. I could hear him loudly chewing on the chips.

Back in the kitchen I stopped and steadied myself against the sink counter. I could see a faint reflection of my face in the night-darken window over the sink. I looked at myself and realized my chance has come. Make myself take back my life or I’ll never have the courage to free myself from his cruelty.

My hands had been shaking, in fear, anxiety, I guess? But the shivers stopped, I held them out and they were almost steady. As steady as my newfound resolve.

I opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a bottle of bourbon whiskey and left it on the counter by the sink.

With a deep breath, I turned and walked back into the living room. This time I pretended to cringe and duck as the can he threw came right at my face. Just as I had expected. He about fell off the couch laughing at my pretense of fear, spilling chips all over.

I turned and went back to the kitchen and opened another can of beer, then pored some into a plastic cup I set aside for later use. Using a long-neck funnel so it’ll go deep into the can I then poured in a shot of whiskey and swirled it around.

After taking it out to Jesse, he just drank it with mouthfuls of the spicy chips. Far as I could tell, he didn’t even notice the change in flavor from the added bourbon. He’d have a good laugh every time he hit me with a can. Each time I replaced one, I added a good shot of the bourbon.

He was barely able to focus his eyes when I sat down on the couch with him. Now for the really dangerous part. Trying to trick my husband into revealing where my lover was buried. With the evidence that could convict me of Kenny Deever’s murder.

Jesse started roughly pawing at me, barely able to control himself, muttering about giving me the ‘good whore fucking’ I deserved.

I started whispering how strong and manly and how clever he was to dominate a bitch like me. I rubbed his crotch telling him what a super stud he is and how all the other women want to take him away from me because his cock is so big and he’s the boss cocksman of the town.

I continued to whisper “You knew how to get the job done and could beat the crap out of any wimp who crosses you. I’m just a stupid whore to have told him where Deever’s body is hidden and Jesse would always own my ass and cunt and mouth.”

‘Yeah, you stupid whore, just Seks filmi a coupl’a miles past the railroad crossing to the Four and up the creek.”

That was the most coherent sentence I could get out of him. Two more beers, each with another shot of whiskey and he finally passed out. Now I had to make a decision. Did I learn enough? That bit about ” the Four and up the creek”, I’ve heard that before. I think, no I’m sure I have! And I don’t think it was the night I went crazy and killed Kenny. From some time before that terrible night. I was wracking my brain for a dim memory.

I watched my husband sprawled across the couch, drooling like a pig on a pillow. Fuck! I jumped up and away as his bladder let go and he pissed his pants. Looking down at him brought up the memory of his asshole father laid out in his well-deserved coffin. Like father, like son? A whispered prayer from my mouth to God’s ear!

Then I started to remember from years ago, a barbecue at his parent’s trailer home. The men, standing around the glowing kettle in the graveled yard. Drinking and smoking dope as usual. Bullshitting as usual. I was sitting in a lawn chair next to the door stoop. It was a lot cooler out here then inside the doublewide.

I had to get out of the crowd of women and children inside. I think I was like six or seven months pregnant with Joan at the time. The heat of the crowd and the cigarette smoke and noise of everyone chattering at once was making me feel sick.

Suddenly Jesse and his father started loudly arguing over a hunt they’d been on a few years previous. Must’a been the liquor talking, they kept interrupting each other just to wind up repeating what the other man already had said. Stupid drunk talk! What the hell else could you expect from those two?

A few years before this time, the two of them had been hunting on some ranch land and a sudden storm caught Jesse and his father, by surprise. They found shelter in an abandoned mine tunnel. It was in the Rockyhills, a creek ran down from it to County Road Four. A couple of miles past a railroad crossing.

Okay, now I was confident that I could find the secret grave.

Now it was time to kill my husband.

I don’t know how much he’d had to drink before his buddies brought him home. I do know he’s had another eight or nine beers and I’d guess about a half-dozen shots of bourbon, since he got here.

On top of about half a bag of chips. All that spicy, salty, oily crap can’t be any good for him.

Gathering my courage I went into the bathroom and got out a children’s enema kit, took out the bag and soft plastic hose with a contoured insertion point so as not to damage the child’s anus. And I hoped it wouldn’t leave any marks down Jesse’s throat?

I went back in to the kitchen and emptied the rest of the bottle of bourbon into the bag. Then I slathered the inserter and the tube with olive oil. This, with a small wooden spoon, I took into the living room.

Kneeling down next to my snorting, snoring husband, I dripped some whiskey on his lips to get him to open and start suckling at the tip of the inserter. That triggered an automatic response, he opened his mouth enough to get the big end of the spoon in to hold his teeth apart.

I began to feed the tube in, trying to time each push between his breaths to get it down his gullet and not into his lungs. He barely moved except for jerky shudders of his limbs. He was sweating like crazy and his breathing seemed to be getting erratic.

Once I figured I had the tube in as far as it could reach, I opened the spigot and with slow squeezes, fed the rest of that bottle of 90 proof right down into Jesse’s stomach. If the info I read on a pamphlet at the Pediatrician’s office was correct, this should be enough extra alcohol to kill my husband. Or, if somehow he did survive, it’d do him enough damage that he’ll no longer be able to hurt me.

One last squeeze of the bag and I pulled the tube out, then the wooden spoon. Already his skin was turning a sort of greenish-blue and his breathing was coming in fits and starts. I checked the tube had no teeth marks.

I had to hurry now. I rinsed out the enema kit and then put the bag and tube back into its box, then squashed it down and stuffed it into my sack purse for later disposal.

The beer cans I rinsed out and then swilled with some left over unadulterated beer from the cup of excess beer I had saved earlier. I doubt if the cops would even check but I can’t raise my babies in prison. So I had to be methodical destroying evidence.

The cans and the empty whiskey bottle I made sure I got Jesse’s fingerprints all over them. Forcing the sprout of the bottle into his mouth for whatever residue that would leave for evidence. Dropped a couple of cans on the coffee table, scattering the rest of the cans and the empty bourbon bottle on the floor by the couch. I left all the lights and the TV on.

Jesse was looking pretty peaked. His breathing was slow and harsh, he was gulping for air. Sweat was pouring off of him, his arms and legs were no longer moving except for some faint twitching like he’d been shocked.

The spoon I rinsed off, slapped myself hard in the face with it right above my right eye and then threw it out the back door into the children’s sandbox.

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