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Author’s Note: Apologies, as this seems to be getting more delayed every time. On the bright side, this is longer than the previous chapters, and takes the story to about the half-way point. So, it will get done, even if it takes a while!

*****

“So,” said Helen, having gathered them all at the office, “let’s try to go through this chronologically. What do we think actually happened here?”

“I guess it starts with the alien sphere landing on that waste ground in Kent,” began Rebecca, feeling almost guilty for stating the obvious, “a dog-walker comes across it, picks it up and takes it home. Somehow it makes him very ill, and he collapses.”

“From what we have on his medical condition,” added Nalini, “it looks as if something in the sphere was attempting to gain control over him, trying to see how his nervous system worked.”

“Basically computer hacking,” suggested Brandon, “only with organic brains.”

“No idea how it actually does that,” pointed out Rebecca, “but it seems to fit the picture. So, I don’t know, maybe it’s learned enough from that first failure, or maybe it just tries something different. But, next thing we know, it’s making everyone within a few hundred yards go sex-mad.”

“During which,” said Richard, “a couple, Emma and Denzel, start acting strangely. Without bothering to pick up the sphere, they take the train into London, where Denzel turns up that evening at a University.”

“Does he have any connection with the place?” asked Helen.

“Not that we’ve been able to find, but it’s early days. He obviously gate-crashed the student bar somehow, since he’s not actually a member.”

“But Emma was,” said Brendan, “at least until recently. She might still have had her NUS card. It would have expired, but maybe somebody didn’t check properly.”

“She studied at Queen Mary?”

“No, Greenwich. But there might be some connection there. At least they’re reasonably close.”

“Hmm… Greenwich isn’t part of London University is it?”

“No,” said Rebecca, “but it’s plausible that she knew somebody who went there. Or at least knew something about it that we haven’t figured out yet.”

“Well, let’s leave that aside for the moment. What do we think happened next?”

Richard picked up the story. “So, shortly after Denzel turns up at the bar – still acting strangely, by all accounts – a huge fight starts up.”

“We’re thinking it’s something like the sex drive effect, only a different emotion,” explained Rebecca.

“Whatever this is,” said Nalini, “whether it’s a transmissible disease, or something that’s more deliberate, it seems to affect the autonomic nervous system, at least in part. So it affects hormone levels, creates surges of adrenaline, and so forth. But it’s also affecting the brain, maybe creating delusions of some kind, making the victim lose grasp of reality.”

“Which would explain the violence, but not so much the sex,” argued Rebecca, “that just seems to be an emotional surge. Hormones, yes, but not delusions. I can’t shake the feeling that there’s a plan of some kind here, not just some illness being randomly spread. Most people affected by it are fine after a couple of hours, so far as we can tell. With a couple of exceptions, obviously.”

“Speaking of which,” said Richard, “the fight leads to the police being called, and the building is eventually cleared. That’s when it gets strange… stranger, I should say. Everyone thinks that Denzel has left the building, but he hasn’t; he’s hiding in there somewhere. And, at some point, something… our flying robot thing… crashes through the skylight, fires off a shot that hits the bar, then gets itself trapped in a store cupboard with Denzel.”

“He was probably trying to run from it,” said Kate, “but didn’t close the door quickly enough.”

“It seems the most reasonable explanation,” agreed Richard, “but however it happened, the thing kills him, and the police, having no particular reason to search the place, don’t find him before we do.”

“Yeah, and while all this is going on,” said Curtis, in his American drawl, and casually leaning up against the wall, “his girlfriend is across the way in a different building, spying on the students, or something.”

“Where she gets found the following morning,” continued Richard “lying out cold in the corridor. Somebody calls an ambulance, and, luckily Curtis and I get there in time to pick her up.”

“What do we know about her condition? Nalini?”

“There’s no proper diagnosis yet, they’re still checking her out. But, from the preliminary indications, it’s nothing like the first man. Whatever happened to her was much milder, but until we have more information, there’s no way to know how long it will last.”

“And nothing odd happened at this student residence building?”

“Nobody’s reported anything. Other than her being there, obviously. We’ve checked the rooms she was closest to when she collapsed, but it seems that none of them was in at the time. But there’s dozens of students in the building; it’ll aksaray escort take a while to question them all. But maybe somebody saw something.”

“Carry on with that, as soon as you can. Take Kate with you, after this meeting. But, otherwise, do we think it’s all over?”

“I don’t,” said Rebecca, “I know that everyone involved is either in custody or dead, but I can’t help but feel that there was some plan here, and, at the very least, I’d like to know what that was. Where did that drone thing come from, and what did it want? Are there more of them? And what were Denzel and Emma doing anyway? After the obvious, I mean. Those don’t seem like random movements to me.”

“Is that drone alien tech?” asked Curtis, sounding hopeful, “because we’ve got facilities at…”

“That drone is currently the property of Her Majesty’s government,” said Helen sternly, “if DARPA or Area 51, or whoever else you’ve got, wants to take a look at it, they can ask through the regular channels. Until then, it’s ours, and no, you don’t get a ticket to waltz into Porton Down without proper clearance. Which, by the way, is over a hundred miles away, so it’s a bit out of your way to visit on spec.”

“Jeez… I was just…”

“Proper. Channels.”

Curtis held his hands up in mock surrender, “all right, I get it.”

Rebecca couldn’t help but think that he seemed less upset than his words suggested. It was almost as if he was sparring with Helen, seeing how far he could push her, and rather enjoying the game. For all she knew, he had a secret thing about masterful women.

***

The building opposite the University entrance was a typical student residence, with groups of individual rooms clustered around small kitchens. Emma had been found, lying unconscious, in one of the kitchens, out of sight of the corridor, but in easy reach of four of the rooms. It wasn’t clear how she’d got in, nor was it obvious what she’d been doing there, with nothing having been tampered with, and nothing suspicious on her person.

“Where do we start?” asked Kate.

“Move outwards from here, and see who is here that wasn’t this morning. We want to know if anyone saw Emma, or anything else suspicious. But, before we do any of that,” Richard brandished a pass key he had obtained from building security, “we make sure that there’s nothing nasty waiting for us in this room.”

He indicated the only one of the four bedrooms whose occupant they had yet to locate. One of the others had been away the previous night, and they’d already spoken to the other two, including the one who had found Emma. Neither had seen anything else suspicious, but they hadn’t got in until really late, and had gone straight to bed – which meant that Emma could perfectly well have been there for the whole night without anyone noticing.

But the door to the fourth room, belonging to somebody named Marcus, remained locked. There might be a perfectly innocent reason why he wasn’t in… but then again, there might not. Kate surreptitiously put her hand on the butt of her pistol as Richard moved to the door. She didn’t want to be surprised by a killer drone again.

The door swung open, Richard looking as tense as the army officer felt. Nothing happened; the room was empty.

Kate exhaled, and followed Richard into the room. It looked like any other student room anywhere, except, perhaps that it had a mini-fridge next to the desk. She hadn’t had a fridge in her room at University. Lucky sod.

More significantly, though, it looked as if somebody had gone through the room. The door to the wardrobe was ajar, and some of the drawers in the desk left open, books lying strewn across, not just the desk, but also the floor, as if someone had riffled through the bookshelf, tossing aside whatever they weren’t interested in. The bed was unmade, unusually rumpled, perhaps, even by the standards of students.

“These mean nothing to me,” commented Richard, glancing over the books and written notes on the desk, and getting his phone out to take shots of the scene, “you?”

“I don’t know anything about astronomy,” Kate confessed, “it’s all way over my head. But an interest in space… it might not be a coincidence?”

“Maybe not, although I don’t see what our target would get from a student that they couldn’t get more easily from somewhere else. His professors, for instance.”

There was the sound of movement out in the corridor. Kate pulled her jacket round to conceal her gun again, and glanced out. A student was heading up the stairs at the end of the corridor, looking curiously in their direction.

“Excuse me,” she called out, “we’re with the police.” Richard had his warrant card, should the student chose to ask for proof. “It’s about the incident across the way last night. We’re just checking to see if anyone noticed anything odd in this building at the time.”

“Here? Why?”

“We can’t tell you that, I’m afraid,” said Richard, joining her, “operational concerns. Did you see anything?”

“No, amasya escort sorry. I saw some of the disturbance, but I’ve already told the police everything I know.”

“The student who uses this room, Marcus Freeman, have you seen him?”

“Not since last night, no.”

“Where was he last night?”

“Oh, I just mean that I saw him coming in. He had a girl with him… I don’t know her name, but I’m pretty sure she’s a student. They looked pretty close. Funny, I thought he had a thing for… uh, what was her name? Melissa. But I guess he got over her.”

At that moment, both of their phones buzzed. As Richard silenced his, and went out into the corridor to question the student some more, Kate glanced at the text message that had just arrived from Helen.

Emma, it seemed, had woken up, and was ready to talk.

***

Emma had woken up from a strange dream, a nightmare that somehow remained stuck in her mind more than her dreams normally did. She was in a hospital, but had no recollection as to how she had got there. Had something happened… something in the nightmare, perhaps? She wasn’t sure, and didn’t want to face the memories of that dream again, so she did her best to push them to back of her mind, to try and think of something else.

But it was difficult; she felt faint, weak, and deeply, deeply confused. The doctors had shown two people in to see her, to ask her some questions. But she didn’t know anything; only the dream, and that didn’t make sense. Both the strangers wore visitor’s badges on lanyards, so they weren’t from the hospital. She had been told she should speak to them, though, and everyone made it sound important, so she supposed that she ought to.

One of the strangers was a petite Asian woman with shoulder-length hair, slim and dressed professionally with a black pullover, a white blouse and smart-looking trousers. Her dark eyes were filled with concern, and Emma thought that she might be a doctor. But perhaps she was only thinking that because she was currently in a hospital. Although who else would want to speak to her, apart from a doctor?

She must have fainted, or something, and they wanted to make sure she was all right. They’d called in specialists, perhaps, from another hospital. Yes, that was probably it.

Except that the other woman didn’t look like a doctor. She was a tall, lanky brunette with a pony-tail and glasses. She had a T-shirt on, under a jacket, with a slogan on it that said something about science. And she was wearing jeans. She didn’t think that doctors wore jeans. Not while they were at work anyway.

The tall woman looked more like an IT worker, Emma decided. She didn’t know why an IT worker wanted to talk to her. That didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.

“What happened to me?” she asked, and was suddenly embarrassed at how plaintive she sounded, “no one will tell me.”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” asked the probably-a-doctor. Perhaps she should have asked their names.

“I was in a kitchen… I think. It’s hazy. I don’t remember it very well. I’m not sure if… I might have dreamt it. I don’t know.”

“Perhaps we should move back a little earlier.” The doctor’s voice was gentle, coaxing, yet reassuring. Perhaps these people could help her. “What’s the last thing you do clearly remember?”

“I was going to my brother’s flat.” Yes, that part was clear. That wasn’t part of the dream, she was sure of it. Everything had seemed normal then. “I had bumped into Liam’s – that’s my brother – Liam’s flat mate. Denzel. And we both went to his flat. Denzel was upset because there was a problem with his train, and he had been supposed to be somewhere else.”

The doctor nodded. It seemed that she already knew some of this. Perhaps they had spoken to Liam. “What happened when you got to the flat?”

An image flashed into her mind. She was looking over Denzel’s shoulder, seeing her brother, stark naked, standing in front of the sofa, hands over his crotch. Denzel’s girlfriend, Lucy Okoko, was standing next to Liam, equally naked, eyes wide with fear, desperately trying to cover herself.

“I…” she felt herself blushing, and realised, abstractedly, that she didn’t seem to have any physical illness or obvious impairments. It was just the dream that had been confusing her, because she couldn’t understand what had happened.

“We…” she began again. She didn’t want to tell them about Liam and Lucy, not exactly. That part still felt like it had been real. It wasn’t part of the dream. “Denzel got into an argument with Liam,” she said, eventually, “he and Denzel’s girlfriend had been… kissing, and we caught them.”

“I see. And then what happened?”

She remembered making that sudden offer. It was so out-of-character. Had that been part of the dream, then? No, she distinctly remembered taking Denzel’s shirt off, admiring his trim and athletic physique, the smooth darkness of his skin against her hands. She’d always thought he looked good; not that antalya escort she’d really had a crush on him, but he’d been somebody she’d noticed, had maybe even wondered about once or twice.

She remembered standing with her back to Denzel, watching Liam sitting down, Lucy in his lap, his hands on the brown globes of her buttocks. Emma had been topless, Denzel’s hands stroking her nipples. She had been wet by then, she recalled, more so than she had been for ages. It was if a sudden obsession had come across her, a previous mild attraction having blossomed into a raging sexual desire.

She remembered crouching on all fours on the carpet. Liam was still in front of her, balls bobbing as he slid in and out of Lucy. But more than that, she remembered Denzel gripping her hips as he vigorously took her from behind, flesh slapping loudly as he drove into her again and again. It had felt fantastic, unearthly. And, yes, this was still part of reality, she felt sure of it. This had really happened, and it had been… it had been…

“We understand from your brother,” said the doctor, clearing her throat, as Emma realised that she had lapsed into silence, “that you had sex. Don’t worry about that.”

“Yeah,” said IT-woman, “we really don’t need the details. It’s what happened after that we need to clear up. Did something happen then? Immediately after?”

“I’m not really sure…”

“Tell us what you can,” said the doctor, “even if it sounds crazy. In order to help you, we need to understand what you remember.”

“I only remember a dream… at least, I think… it must have been a dream. It doesn’t make sense.” She was aware that she was sounding plaintive again. Her body might be fine, but her mind was still in a state of what… shock? Everything seemed fuzzy, unreal, especially when she took her mind back to what had happened after she had left the flat.

“What happened in the dream? It might help us piece this together, even if it seems absurd.”

“Okay… I’ll try.” She took a deep breath, and forced her mind back to what had happened. She didn’t want to revisit it, but the two women seemed so serious, and she sensed that they really did want to help.

“In the dream, it was if I couldn’t control my own body,” she began, “as if something else was in charge, making me walk about, go places, say things. And it was mixed up with old memories, popping up into my mind as if from nowhere. But I didn’t visit the memories in the dream, I only remember having them. The scary part was that I was just watching myself do things that I couldn’t explain. As if my body wasn’t my own.”

“Like an out-of-body experience?” asked pony-tail-and-glasses, “you were floating outside and seeing yourself walk about?”

“No, not really. It felt as if I was in my body, but not… not in the driving seat. It was just a dream, though, wasn’t it?”

“You may have been in a fugue state,” said Asian doctor soothingly, “you seem to have recovered now, and it’s a natural phenomenon, nothing to be worried about, although I can understand that it was very frightening at the time. But what you saw while you were in this state could still be useful to us. What did you do after leaving the flat?”

Emma nodded. That sound reassuring. A natural condition, something that could be understood with rational medicine. There would probably be a treatment to make sure it didn’t come back. She felt better about continuing with her story now, even if, in the back of her mind, she wondered how honest the doctor sounded.

“I remember catching a train into London, and then taking the Tube. We went into a building, a University students’ union bar.”

“We? Denzel was still with you at this point?”

“Oh, yes, it was controlling him, too.”

That seemed to surprise them.

“It?” asked pony-tail, “in the dream it was the same thing controlling both of you?”

“Yes…” she said, slowly, trying to make sense of her memories. Now that she thought about it, that was odd. But it had seemed perfectly natural at the time. But then, dreams often didn’t make sense, did they? “Yes, in the dream, there was one thing controlling both of us. Just one… I don’t know. I didn’t dream what it was, just what it was doing.”

“Please continue. You went to the University?”

“Yes, we were looking for somebody. Someone I met when I was a student at Greenwich last year. Marcus Freeman, he was studying astronomy back then, and went on to study for a Master’s. So, in the dream, we went to meet him at his new place.”

“Do you remember why?”

“No, it wasn’t that sort of dream. Things just happened, there didn’t seem to be much of a reason. But dreams are like that, sometimes. Why?”

“Just curious. Did you find him?”

“Denzel drank some beer. To fit in, I think. But it made things strange. I remember feeling tipsy, even though I hadn’t drunk anything. And then everything went crazy, people around us started acting odd, and I think… I think there might have been a fight. But I left then, following Marcus and a woman I didn’t know. I think Denzel stayed behind, because he wasn’t in the dream after that. I remember feeling… no, I remember it, the thing moving my body, not liking the alcohol, getting everything muddled up. But I still couldn’t control what I did, and it soon passed.”

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Trigger Warning

Those who lost relatives in the Holocaust may find it upsetting.

Summary Of The Story

This is a fantasy which involves going back to the time when Hitler (who was responsible for the worst crime in history) was alive. I have used only Historical Facts to which Professor Marcus and the students react. Their reactions are therefore speculations about Historical Facts or technically “historian created second order facts”.

In this story the quest is for Historical Facts about Hitler.

Historical Facts

I have used only factual incidents about the Berlin Airlift, a possible third World War, Hitler signing the order for T4 (a copy is in Wikipedia), the massacre of disabled people and its development, Churchill wanting America to use the remaining 2 nuclear bombs on Russia and Truman sending planes to Britain.

The incident involving Ernst Hanfstaengl’s wife is attested to in “Hitler’s Piano Player”.

The story mentions Holocaust deniers. Let me state that the Holocaust is an undeniable Historical Fact. The same applies to Stalin’s Holomodor (literally “death by starving”) of the Ukrainian peasantry.

In my opinion, Holocaust and Holomodor denial ought to be a criminal offences.

The Background To The Time Travel

We post graduates were studying in Harvard under the world renowned Professor Marcus Whitehead. He made his name returning to the “Great Man” theory of history. Marcus poured scorn on the sociological study of history, which had ruled the roost for 3 decades. He took no prisoners in academic debates. On CBS he won over viewers with his colourful bon mots. He maintained “To understand WW2 and much of the modern day we need to know the psychology of the 4 big egos. The 4 egos being Hitler, Churchill, Stalin and Roosevelt.

Truman Is Not A Great Ego

The President who followed Roosevelt as an Allied war leader was not a great ego, according to Professor Marcus. The Professor said “The organ grinder backed the nuclear bomb. His monkey merely said to use it.”

This view of Truman meant he was headline news, for many feel he was too dismissive of Truman’s war winning, and war stopping, ways.

The Berlin Airlift

The Professor said “The 33rd President broke Europe and it still isn’t fixed.”

Trumanite supporters say that Truman stopped a Third World War and therefore saved Europe. This drew attention to “The Berlin Airlift”. In 1948 Soviet forces blocked all major road, rail, and canal links to West Berlin, thus starving it of electricity, as well as a steady supply of essential food and coal. The Allies and Stalin had control of different parts of Berlin. Stalin wanted to take over the whole city. Stalin was able to blockade Berlin because he had written agreements with the Allies that enabled him to do it.

Stopping World War Three

One of the Generals wanted to break the blockade by driving to the blockaded city. He said “If the Soviets fire on us we will fire back.” This could easily have meant a hot war instead of the Cold War that dominated post WW2 and still continues.

Trumanites pointed out that Truman had few options if hostilities broke out. The Red Army stationed in and around Berlin dwarfed the Allies by a substantial margin. Yet the Americans couldn’t lose Berlin. It was a symbol of the American intent for a peaceful democratic Europe.

They draw attention to the fact that Truman told the General “It is I, as President, who decides foreign policy and not you.”

How To Aid Blockaded Berlin?

This meant that Berlin must be provisioned. Luckily the Allied agreement with Stalin allowed air corridors. This allowed for an unarmed humanitarian mission. If the Soviets opposed the airlift with force, it would be an act of aggression and a violation of the written agreement. The onus of igniting a conflict between the former allies would be on the aggressor. Had a military convoy driven along Soviet controlled roads then America would be the aggressor, breaching a freely agreed treaty.

Trumanites point out that he also sent to the UK B-29 bombers, which were capable of carrying nuclear weapons. They say that Truman was prepared to go nuclear against Russia but wanted peace where possible. They also point out that the Allies counter-blockaded eastern Germany.

In September 1948, the German Communist Party marched on the Berlin City Council and forced it to adjourn. 300,000 West Berliners gathered at the Reichstag to show their opposition to a much feared Soviet domination. The turnout convinced the West to keep up the airlift.

At the height of the campaign, one plane landed every 45 seconds at Tempelhof Airport. By spring 1949, the Western Allies showed that they could sustain the operation indefinitely. On May 11, 1949, Moscow lifted the blockade of West Berlin.

It also transformed Berlin into a symbol of democracy and freedom in the fight against Communism. A theme taken up by President Reagan with his famous address at the Brandenburg Gate in 1987…

“As afyon escort long as this scar of a wall is permitted to stand, it is not the German question alone that remains open, but the question of freedom for all mankind. General Secretary Gorbachev, if you seek peace, if you seek prosperity for the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe, if you seek liberalisation, come here to this gate.

Mr. Gorbachev, open this gate!

Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!”

According to his supporters, Truman’s Berlin Airlift is not only the greatest airlift in history but the greatest humanitarian effort in Europe. For Truman supporters, their hero saved many millions.

Why Not Go Nuclear?

Professor Marcus concedes that the humanitarian Airlift was a considerable logistical achievement. The quantity of food, and other necessities, that were delivered to beleaguered Berlin is staggering. It also showed the world that the Armed Forces can have a significant role in peacetime.

But the Professor sides with the General. He says that Churchill wanted to use the remaining 2 nuclear bombs against Russia. Stalin knew their power from the other 2 being used in Japan. Would Stalin have gambled on Moscow being flattened with St Petersburg next in line? Would ill provisioned Soviet troops around Berlin really fight so far from home if it meant St Petersburg being left in ruins? Would communist troops win when resupply was in the Western Allies favour?

In Professor Marcus’s opinion the Western Allies could have got the free Poland that was the cause of WW2 by using Stalin’s attack on a military relief convoy as a reason to declare war. In his view, the peace lovers consigned millions to subjugation. He further notes that Truman in a post Airlift audio Truman “considered many things including the destruction of many cities” but never explicitly considered ending Stalin’s rule by force of arms. He knew all about Stalin and like a weak man he ducked the issue. Had Churchill been the President then there would have been no Cold War. There would have been no Moscow either and perhaps no St Petersburg.

Even the Professor had to concede that Truman’s implementation of the Marshall Plan was well conceived and had helped Europe.

The Object Of Historical Research

As I wrote before, history was dominated by sociological research. Marcus’s classic put down for the sociological historians was “Looking at the masses is to miss the main target for historical research, Without Hitler Germany would have been a minor player in Europe. Without Churchill Britain would have made a pact with Germany, Without Stalin Russia would have lost out to Germany and if Roosevelt hadn’t helped Britain and Russia then Germany would have defeated both Britain and Russia. If Hitler controlled Europe then America would have had to sue for peace.

Did Versailles Cause WW2?

Professor Marcus told us assembled post graduates “WW2 was not caused by the treaties imposed on Germany.”

He paused and indicated one of the post grads. He said “George here has done wonderful work on his contention that weak leaders made bad post WW1 treaties.”

George smiled as Marcus was sparing in praise.

The Professor continued “While this is true it doesn’t mean their attempts caused a follow up war.

WW2 wasn’t caused by an economic cycle, though Hitler handled economic matters well. WW2 was solely due to Hitler’s psychological make up. No Hitler, No WW2 and no Holocaust.”

Professor Marcus lectured world wide. He took on most of the famous historians who he claimed were “too influenced by sloppy, socialist dogma. They watch Battleship Potemkin and think they know all about Russian history. They don’t know shit.”

As we listened intently he said “There are many spurious claims made about Hitler’s psychology. Don’t be taken in by the claims that Hitler was a pedo. That is just propaganda for book sales. They claim that Hitler was “that weird dude who is 35 yet hits on 17 year olds”.

Not even the sociological pedants give this view any credence. But the book that made this claim has sold worldwide.

Remember that the age of consent was 14 in both Austria and Germany. And even if he was, you still have to prove his sexuality influenced his expansionist philosophy. He was also almost a teetotaller but that didn’t influence his antisemitism.”

You can make a case that Hitler’s green credentials helped to start the war. And indeed that is what Uri is investigating for his doctoral theses.”

Uri took a bow. Professor Marcus paused to take a sip of his gin and tonic. That was his signature drink. He let us into a secret “It was a very small gin and is mostly tonic. It is my tribute to Churchill who drank watered down whiskeys.”

Andrea said “And whole bottles of the finest champagne. You can still buy his favoured brand, if you are a rich Professor at Harvard.”

Professor Marcus retorted “I only drink the low alcohol champagne. My capacity for alcohol aydın escort is substantially less than Churchill’s. So too is my capacity for work much less than Churchill’s. I also doubt I will get a Nobel Prize, but I live in hope.”

The Professor was a great fan of the Great Man. He would hear no wrong said about Winston Spencer. He made mincemeat out of leftists who claim “Churchill was a racist” as if to say “Winston was as bad as Hitler”.

Think Before You Open Your Mouth

I said “Stalin drank water but pretended that it was neat vodka so he could see what the others did when drunk.”

I knew that I had made a fool of myself by making a non sequitur. The Professor had enough of our historical alcohol observations.

The Basis Of Modern International Law

The Professor was never one to stick to a single subject. He strayed off to a tangent on Churchill and Stalin. He said “And don’t forget that Churchill stormed out of a formal dinner when Stalin suggested that the top 50,000 Nazis should be executed. Stalin realised that he had gone too far. He said it was a joke. Or rather, Stalin lied that it was a joke.

And in Churchill’s rejection of Stalin’s collective punishment we see the start of the Nuremberg trials. Because of Churchill people were tried not because of their membership of the Nazi party but on evidence of criminal behaviour. The most criminal people were executed, those of less criminality were given prison sentences and some were found Not Guilty.

The whole post WW2 de-Nazification process was because of Churchill’s response to Stalin’s joke.”

The Professor asked rhetorically “And what response did the Americans take? They said to Stalin that the Allies should only execute 49,999 Nazis. Not their finest hour”

Back To Hitler

Changing tack he asked us “The allegation was that Hitler was a pedo with its applied assumption that this affected his judgement. As historians we need to examine the evidence. We need to see what evidence is advanced. We also need to challenge the assumption that his sexuality contributed to WW2.

Who was Hitler’s first known lover? Before you shout out the wrong answer it wasn’t Geli Raubal, his 17-year-old half niece. She was weak and he controlled her. He controlled Geli so much that she shot herself. It was the 16-year-old shopgirl Maria Reiter. Hitler wanted to marry her, she alleges. But there is no indication that this relationship, even if it existed as Maria claims it did. And historians must always question the evidence.

There is no evidence that Hitler had “a psychiatric disorder in which he had sexual fantasies yet alone engaged in sexual acts with a prepubescent child. If you find any evidence then prostitute your profession and write a world wide best seller.”

Ifs, Buts and Maybes Of History

In a speculation the Professor said “We also know that Hitler wanted to marry his confidant Ernst Hanfstaengl’s wife. Unwittingly Mrs Hanfstaengl helped bring about WW2. Hitler’s attempt to take over Germany by military means had failed. Many of the other traitors were shot and Hitler fled to the Hanfstaengl house. He wanted to end his own life but she persuaded him not to.

Luckily Hitler never listened to Ernst’s advice about the American ability. It is feasible that Hitler might not have declared war on America had he taken notice of Ernst’s advice.”

Time Travel And Killing Hitler

As an undergraduate you would accept what a Professor said, unless you knew something to be a wrongly cited fact. Even then you need to be brave to challenge him or her. The old joke supposes that when a Professor says “Good morning” an Undergrad writes that down.

But a post-grad is expected to stand his or her ground. I asked “What would constitute sufficient evidence that Hitler’s sexual tastes influenced him starting WW2 and implementing racial aggression culminating in the Holocaust?”

The Professor said “Original documents written by reliable sources as it happened. Referring back to Maria Reiter, her evidence was only written in the 1950s. Had it been in the form of a diary then it would greatly improve its acceptability as historical evidence. What every historian creams his pants for is a document of unimpeachable nature.

First Discussion Of Time Travel

I said “Einstein thought that time travel was possible. America is at the forefront of investigating machinery capable of transporting objects back in time. They have managed to send a cardboard model back into the past. They are hopeful that they can send a mouse back”

“To Walt Disney.” the Professor said.

The class laughed. But I was determined to stick to my guns.

I said “What evidence would you need if someone went back to Hitler’s time?”

Uri interrupted and shouted out “Well, I wouldn’t want to find evidence. I’d just kill the bastard.”

Why Not Just Kill Hitler?

The Professor said “There are records of 42 attempts on his life. Who knows about the number of other ağrı escort plots. Most people think of the German communists as early anti-Nazis. But this is forgetting the fragmentary composition of the Right. Many on the right and centre supported Hitler because he pretended to want the Kaiser to return.

Arguably the best early plan to kill Hitler was by the right wing Dr. Helmut Mylius in 1935. He led the Radical Middle Class Party. He was the editor of a right-wing political and economics weekly publication. The Gestapo uncovered the plot and the conspirators were arrested.

You probably wouldn’t get near enough to Hitler if you are alone. And you would need the tightest security so that the Gestapo doesn’t catch you. Otherwise you would end up looking up at the blade of a guillotine.

And history may change by only saying “We know of 43 attempts on the life of Hitler”. You might not even make the list of known attempts on his life.

And consider the consequences of killing Hitler when Stalin wanted to take over Germany. That would make a great thought piece if you want to write some alt history crap.”

The Class Assignment

The Professor went back to the topic. He said “But we are historians, not speculators on what might have happened. We tie prior events to subsequent events.”

He raised his voice to add emphasis as he said “We tie prior events to subsequent events ONLY where there is sufficient evidence that it is causal.”

He went back to his normal volume level “You want an example. Hitler published his famous 25 points of unalterable Nazi objectives. Uri, our resident expert on Hitler, what was point 4?”

Uri replied “No Jew may be a member of the German nation.”

The professor asked Uri “And how do you interpret that?”

Uri replied “That Hitler singled out the Jews on racial grounds since they weren’t of German blood. That he would deny us the right of citizenship. That Hitler wanted we Jews to be expelled from Germany. That he had the first tool to attack us financially in the socialist demand for nationalisation and free appropriation.”

The Professor knew that Uri was a rabid anti-socialist. He often cited Hitler’s financial appropriation of Jewish property (prior to their mass physical elimination) to those who advocated “appropriation without compensation” of privately owned firms and land. Those who advocated “appropriation without compensation” or even “appropriation with minimal compensation”. To him these people were “giving Hitler a posthumous victory”. This was an argument that leftists found unanswerable.

The leftists therefore changed the topic of their debates with Uri to “Was Hitler truly a socialist.” Uri was infamous for saying he was truly a socialist and that socialism was a part of the Holocaust. It meant that he was despised by the left. There are many YouTube videos supporting Uri and those refuting him. The latter videos were more numerous by about 3 to 1.

The Professor asked Uri “Do you see anything to prove a causal link between the 25 points and the Holocaust? Is there a causal link or not?”

Uri said “It is not a causal link even if it reflected Hitler’s actual views. We can make that assumption that it was what Hitler wanted at that time. We can make that assumption since it accords with what he wrote in Mein Kampf. With that assumption the most we can say is that Hitler had an animus to Jews and cared little for their rights as human beings. He also had little time for what we now call the right to life. He demanded struggle without consideration against those who were injurious to the German citizen’s interest. That is why I say that Hitler shows a preponderance for Hitler’s regime taking action against the Jews which escalated to the Holocaust. It leaves open when Hitler actually implemented the Holocaust.”

The Professor said “That is why Uri will make an exemplary History Professor. I would trust him to discern only in what is provable should we find any new Holocaust documents. If any documents were found I would nominate Uri to find them. I would nominate him and any others of you who helped him to receive a Nobel Prize.

The Class Assignment

Uri asked the Professor “Suppose I went back to Hitler’s day and age merely to record important facts about him. What time would you choose for me to go to and what evidence would you want me to find?”

The Professor said “Good question. I am setting 2 Class assignments. Divide into 2 groups. We divided ourselves into Group A and Group B. I was in group A.

He wrote on the whiteboard “What would a modern historian do when living in Hitler’s Germany? Select one period only. Time limit 2 hours” and “Stalin following a communist takeover of 1930s Germany. Time limit is 2 hours.” He got Uri to call heads or tails. He correctly called heads and chose the former. I was therefore called on to consider the historian role.

The Professor left the room. The 10 of us began our debate. It was often heated and tempers were frayed. There were lots of internet searches. Uri wanted to be in a position to see and steal physical records of Hitler authorising and knowing about the Holocaust. He wanted modern historians to have this because Holocaust deniers say that there is no record of Hitler’s involvement in it.

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“Captain, we are nearing our destination.” Hex announced through the ship’s intercom.

Laying on the large bed in his personal quarters, Dorian was surrounded by several sleeping Salak females. Completely nude, their pregnant bellies were on full display.

It had been nearly a month since the mass breeding at Fort Acali. He had loaded everyone into The Chimera the following morning. Just as he had promised, he was going to help them escape to a new homeworld.

The group of males that had attacked him had been left behind, remaining imprisoned in Acali. They’d spend the rest of their long lives knowing that they had lost both their freedom, and their women.

Though the actual journey to the planet was rather quick, the act of locating a suitable world was what took the longest. In that time he had finished impregnating any Salak female who had missed out on the first night, before he proceeded to sleep with the rest of them once again. The time also allowed him to finalize the sale of Hehra and her crew. He had kept them imprisoned, teased and tormented by Hex. Though he would never forgive them for what they had done to him, it was time to send them to their new lives as slaves.

“Alright Hex, we’re coming.” Dorian replied, both of his hands resting on two separate babybumps. To touch a belly and know that his child was growing inside…filled him with more lust than anything in the galaxy. To have multiple pregnant women next to him? His cock had remained hard the entire month.

He reluctantly got up and dressed himself in his typical black jumpsuit before escorting the women out of the room. They all traveled to the main hanger, where they were joined by the several dozen other pregnant females and castrated males. The room was overcrowded with members of the blue skinned Salaks, though Dorian pushed his way through until he found Bahera.

With a pregnant belly of her own, the Salak representative granted him a quick kiss. “Dorian…I can’t believe you upheld your end of the deal.”

He placed his hand on her stomach, feeling their child inside. “I had enough motivation, to say the least.” Dorian replied with a grin.

“I will never be able to repay you for all you’ve done for my people.” Bahera said, before her expression morphed into one of guilt. “I..I’m sorry that Ozken tried to kill you. I thought that I could trust him…though obviously not.”

“Will you miss him?” He asked, thinking back to the brutal fight.

Bahera took a moment before answering. “After what he did…I don’t think I will…” She said, before placing her own hand on her stomach with a slight smile. “Though he also couldn’t give me what I wanted the most…”

His arousal flared, though he kept himself under control. With a glance through the gaping hander doorway, he gazed at the beautiful purple planet below. “Are you certain that this is a suitable world for your people?”

She gave a nod in response. “We’ll make it our home, and rebuild our species. Salaks will persist in this unforgiving galaxy, I assure you. Oh, and before I forget…” she started, before snapping her fingers at a nearby male. He approached them, holding out the data chip in his cupped hands.

Dorian looked down at the chip, gently taking it from the blue hands of the Salak. He examined it, careful not to damage the detained circuitry. “I’ve waited quite a while for this, thank you.”

The attractive female grinned kindly, before her expression seemed to darken. “Dorian…is this the path you’re determined to take?”

The question surprised him, though he nodded. “These data chips are the last objects that my father left for me. It’d be insane to just ignore them.”

His answer seemed to worry Bahera, though she remained silent.

The large group of people began to board the shuttles that would deliver them to their new homeworld. “I guess we’re out of time. Just…be safe Bahera, and good luck.” He said, looking into her pretty alien eyes.

With a somber look, she gave him a final hug. When they separated, she opened her mouth to say something, though seemed to decide against it. Instead, her next words were cloaked in vagueness. “Remain cautious on your journey Dorian. Your father isn’t exactly what he appears to be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, an uneasy feeling seeping into him.

She gave him a quick kiss, before stepping up the stairs of the shuttle and looking back at him. “He’s not a good person, if you can even call him a person.”

“What’re you talking about?” Dorian responded, though she had already disappeared into the shuttle. Dozens followed her in, crowding the small entrance.

He bit his lip in frustration, though made no move to stop the boarding. Such a small comment, yet it filled him with unending questions. Hex had warned of Salaks’ manipulative nature, though was Bahera’s statement a mere deception? Or did she have a genuine reason to fear Drukalmund? There was no way to be entirely certain.

***

A adana escort bolt of electricity arched from Dorian’s fingers, shattering the screen of a nearby monitor.

“Captain, I really wish you wouldn’t practice in the command center.” Hex said, sounding annoyed.

It had been two days since he had unloaded the remaining Salaks onto the planet. The datachip Bahera had given to Dorian had taught him how to unlock his control over electricity, giving him the ability to launch lightning from his hands.

“I know, I know.” He replied dismissively, conjuring another small burst of lightning that crashed into the ceiling. “This is just really…well..”

“Dangerous?” She interjected.

“Satisfying!” He corrected, another bolt scarring the floor. “I wish I learned how to do this sooner!”

He continued to practice his new power, until a pinging noise rang out from The Chimera’s radar.

Dorian looked down at the console in front of him. “Damn, there it is again!”

“Would you like to fire, captain?” Hex asked, sounding excited.

“Not yet, I want to see what it does first.” He replied, watching the blip on the radar trail close behind the ship. They had been traveling back to Yarrin when he noticed it, a tiny object that seemed to follow wherever they went, trying to keep up. It was FAR too small to pose any threat to The Chimera, though it’s behavior was certainly strange. The object was clearly attempting to close the distance between them, so Dorian slowed the ship slightly. Though he wouldn’t allow it to get too close, he couldn’t deny that he was intrigued.

When the object was within a mile of the ship, the lights flickered before the holocom was automatically activated without Dorian’s permission, displaying a hologram that read ‘Please Wait For A Message From Empress Zerith’.

“The hell…?” He asked, looking at the translucent letters projecting from the console.

Suddenly, the message disappeared, replaced with the flickering image of a woman. Though he had never actually met her, every Varian citizen was keenly familiar with the face that hovered in front of him: Empress Zerith.

“Greetings, traveler.” The hologram of Zerith began. Even translucent, her beauty shone through. Though the hologram had a green tinge, the image of her soft pale skin and long black hair remained vivid in his mind. “Am I speaking to Captain Dorian of The Chimera?”

Letting a moment of surprised silence pass, he straightened up in his chair before choosing his words carefully. “Regarding..?”

“Just as polite as all the other mercenaries in this unruly galaxy.” The hologram said before parting her delicate lips to give light chuckle, yet her eyes remained locked on him with an intense seriousness. “I’ll take that as a yes. We’ve been searching for you for quite some time. Or, more accurately, I’VE been searching.”

Dorian studied the Empress’s expression carefully, unsure of her intentions. “Why would a woman of your position possibly be interested in someone like me?” He asked, thinking back on all of the possible crimes that he had undoubtedly committed during his travels.

“It’s very simple, Captain. I have something that you want.”

“With all due respect, I highly doubt that.” Dorian replied, with only a hint of condescension. He had grown up in the heart of The Varian Empire. From an orphan to a crew member aboard an obscure cargo ship, a life of loyalty to the Varian throne had delivered him nothing except a mediocre life, and nearly a mediocre death. Whatever the Empress offered would certainly bring trouble.

A nearly undetectable smirk began to form on her lips. “Well that depends. Does the name Aya ring any bells?”

The mention of his daughter took him completely off guard, yet he retained his composure with clenched fists. “How do you know that name?”

“Oh? She didn’t tell you?” The Empress asked, her soft voice drifting from the holoprogecter’s speakers. “About two years ago we captured a sweet little beauty snooping into things that she shouldn’t know. I’m sure you know that she escaped, though not before she spilled many interesting details about what you were up to. Don’t feel bad though, as it took quite a bit of ‘intimate’ convincing to get her to betray her beloved daddy.”

Dorian stood up in a rage, sending his chair toppling over behind him. “Watch your goddamn mouth!”

“Calm yourself, captain.” The hologram said in a soothing voice. “She safely escaped, and I have no intention of pursuing her. I’m far more interested in what you’ve been up to. I’ll admit that it took some effort to track you down, though it will certainly be worth it.”

“Then this is about the Salaks?” He asked, remaining standing. Aya had provided him their location, and the prob would have undoubtedly witnessed where he dropped them off. “If you think you can recapture them, I can guarantee that I’ll reach them first.”

Zerith’s expression appeared slightly ankara escort perplexed, before a look of understanding overcame her gorgeous face. “The Salaks…no, captain. My late husband may have been concerned by their existence, though I have little interest in their dwindling species. No, I’m referring to your little journey to collect data chips.”

He relaxed somewhat, calming the majority of his anger. “Aya told you about them then?”

The hologram nodded. “Oh yes, captain. She told us everything. I know they’re from your father, and I know that you’ve been searching for quite some time to gather them. Though more importantly, I know where one is.”

Dorian let a moment pass, letting the full implication of her statement sink in. “If that’s true…then I assume you want something in return.”

The Empress smiled with dubious kindness. “Ah, well you certainly catch on quickly.” She replied with an undertone of sarcasm. “You are correct. However, what I want is a bit of a…delicate subject. I’m transmitting a set of coordinates over to you now. If you’re truly interested, travel there and we can discuss it further. Safe travels, captain!”

With a faint click, the holographic face of Empress Zerith faded from view, leaving Dorian alone with his thoughts. What could she possibly want from him? Could he even trust her? Or more importantly, could he even refuse an opportunity to find what he had been searching for?

***

The image of a tiny space station stood completely still before The Chimera’s massive hull. Completely hidden from any available radar, the covert station would have been utterly impossible to locate without the assistance of Zerith’s coordinates.

“I don’t know, captain…this looks shady…” Hex stated, her artificial voice containing concern.

Dorian gazed out of the ship’s command center window, studying the structure in front of them. “I know, Hex. If anything goes wrong, blow that station to pieces.”

“Certainly, captain.”

With a feeling of unease, Dorian traveled to the ship’s airlock. An airtight bridge extended from the station, connecting to The Chimera’s docking port. He crossed it, only to be greeted by two strangers as he entered the small station.

The first stranger was a woman, who appeared to be in her early thirties. With a dark complexion, her long black hair complemented her smooth brown skin. Her body was concealed by a typical white and black Peacekeeper bodysuit, allowing Dorian to view her athletic yet wide hipped form.

Standing next to the woman was a male, wearing an identical suit. He shared his companions dark complexion, though his skin was slightly lighter. He seemed to be in excellent shape, standing just under Dorian’s height. The man lacked any hair, apart from two black eyebrows.

They both bowed as he entered the small room that acted as the space station’s docking port, presenting him with kind expressions.

“Dorian, I assume?” The woman asked, placing her hands on her perfectly shaped childbearing hips. Upon further inspection, Dorian realized that both individuals had a strange metal band locked around their right wrists, which he recognized as tracking devices.

He gave them a quick nod, keeping his inquisitive gaze on them. “I am. And you are…?”

“I’m Paenula,” the woman began, before gesturing to her companion, “and this is my husband, Tatura.”

“It’s good to finally meet you Dorian, we’ve been expecting you.” Tatura said, his voice deep but friendly.

“I’ve heard that before, and it never ends well.” Dorian replied, folding his arms. “Why am I here?”

Paenula gestured to the only doorway in the room. “If you’ll follow me, I’m sure the Empress can explain further.”

With a nod from Dorian, the trio left the docking port and entered an adjacent chamber adorned with a massive screen that encompassed nearly an entire wall. Tatura imputed several commands into a nearby console, causing the face of Empress Zerith to appear on the gigantic monitor after a moment. The couple occumpaning Dorian both kneeled at her digital presence.

“Ah, there’s my ‘polite’ captain!” Zerith said sarcastically, her image towering over him.

“I thought we were going to meet in person.” Dorian replied, gazing up at her defiantly.

The Empress smirked at him. “While I would love a break from this crowded planet, duty calls. I brought you to one of the empire’s most secure stations, where we can speak without the possibility of intrusion. See, Dorian, this is a very important task that you’ll need to complete.”

“I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” Dorian replied.

Zerith pursed her soft lips. “Oh you will, captain, I assure you. At least, if you ever want to receive the last data chip. Besides, what I’m asking for in return is far from difficult. However, it does require a bit of explanation. I’m sure you’re aware that my husband was assassinated a few months ago, yes?”

The statement was adıyaman escort certainly news to him. The fact that the old Emperor had died would have been announced across the galaxy, though Dorian was Shing Nenmi’s personal breeder at the time. He had no idea that his birthplace was being ruled over by the old tyrants young bride. “I..must have been occupied.”

“That would explain why it took so long to track you down.” Empress Zerith replied. “Though regardless, his assassination has placed me in a bit of a predicament. He had no heir at the time of his death, which has severely lessened my grip on the throne. I am only the Empress until they locate a legitimate successor.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Dorian asked.

Zerith’s eyes narrowed slightly, clearly unaccustomed to being interrupted. “Well captain, though this situation has not occurred for centuries, we’ve prepared for it. It is a little known secret to the majority of Varian citizens, but every past emperor for the last nine generations has stored a sample of their sperm in a highly remote location, including my late husband. Unfortunately, however, the samples were lost three years ago after we attempted to transport them to a new location.”

“Lost?”

She nodded. “Destroyed in an ambush by the Ondara Empire. We attempted to store an additional sample from my husband, though our doctors discovered that he was sterile.” She confessed, biting her lip in what seemed to be a repression of frustration. “However, we have since discovered that one of the samples survived, which is why I’ve brought you here. You are going to accompany Paenula and Tatura to retrieve the sample, and deliver it to me.”

“That seems easy enough, but why would you need me to retrieve it? Why don’t you just command one of your countless legions to get it for you?”

“If I could, wouldn’t I?” She replied, sounding slightly annoyed and exasperated. “There are those amongst the high counsel that would prefer the throne for themselves. I both cannot overrule their decision to leave the sample, or retrieve it on my own accord. That is why you are going to remain as discreet as possible, understand?”

Dorian nodded, though realized a flaw in her plan. “IF I agree to help you, we will remain undetected. Though you must realize that if you suddenly become pregnant with a long dead emperor’s child, they’ll know you went against their orders.”

A sly smile began to spread across her face. “Oh they certainly will, but the entire empire will recognize my unborn child as the rightful ruler. They’ll be unable to act against me.”

Dorian folded his arms, pondering her words. “In that case, why trust me with all of this? We’ve only just met, and Paenula and Tatura seem more than capable of a simple recovery job.”

“Well captain, they may be my most trusted agents, but they lack something quite specific. Your powers.” Empress Zerith explained. “You will understand when Paenula explains the details of the job to you. For now, be warned. If you can put aside your anger at what happened to your sweet Aya and complete this deal, we can both go our separate ways with what we’ve both been searching for. However…if I find out that you’ve betrayed me…I’ll make sure you NEVER get your hands on the last data chip. Do you understand?”

He kept his eyes firmly on the Empress with defiance, though nodded.

“Good. It’ll be a pleasure doing business with you, captain. I will leave you three alone to discuss the details of the job.”

The towering presence of Zerith on the massive screen disappeared, replaced with darkness.

“Finally…she never shuts up!” Paenula exclaimed with a breath of relief as she removed the metal tracking band from her wrist.

Tatura removed his ‘locked’ wristband as well, pressing a button on the console once again before joining his wife and Dorian in the center of the room. The large screen reactivated, though this time it displayed the face of someone Dorian had absolutely no expectation to ever see again: Empress Minnetta of The Ondara Empire.

Completely taken by surprise, Dorian watched as the couple bowed down to her, far more genuinely than they had for Zerith.

“Well, look who it is! It’s certainly been awhile.” The Empress said, chuckling. She looked as beautiful as ever, with her typical chin length dark blue hair and flawless slightly pale skin. However, she wasn’t alone, as she cradled a small child in her arms, allowing it to suckle at her firm breast.

“The hell is going on…?” Dorian asked, overtaken by surprise.

“What, are you not happy to see me? I thought you would be after our…little meeting.” She said, biting her lip. She indicated for the couple to stand, and they obeyed. “Paenula, why don’t you explain what’s going on?”

“Of course, your majesty!” She replied dutifully, before turning to Dorian. “See, despite how careful Zerith is, even someone like her can be deceived. The fact that Tatura and I are her most trusted agents only proves the arrogance of that woman!”

Minneta chuckled. “You’ll have to excuse her anger, Zerith has been quite…thorough with Paenula’s people.”

This time, Tatura spoke up. “She destroyed our homeworld…and expected us to be grateful that she spared us…”

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The silence of the night surrounded her, pressing on her with its serenity, attempting to ease her anxiety. She could not be soothed though. Rampant feelings that she wasn’t used to, had truly never experienced before surged through her body, setting her on edge. Her heels clicked softly along the paved path as she looked up at the sky.

Why had she gone there tonight? Why had she dressed in such a way? She could still feel the power his gaze had held over her. She sighed and allowed her mind to drift back over the night’s events.

It felt like every eye was on her as she walked into the room. Her stilettos clicked against the hard wood floor as she bypassed the dance floor and moved over to the bar. The skirt of her red and black outfit swayed from side to side with each step, the red strip flowing against her knee while the black rested a few inches above it. The blouse hung loosely off her shoulders; plunging low across her breasts, showing off a generous proportion of skin that bounced just enough to catch attention with each step she took.

She knew how she looked in this outfit. She looked like a vixen. She had finished the look off with a black lace choker around her neck, and just a hint of red lipstick. She sat down between a man and a woman, and smiled at the bartender. “Hello Mick.”

“Shana. It’s good to see you.” He let his eyes slide over her slowly. “Very good in fact. What’s the occasion?”

She shook her head and smiled, causing a wisp of curl to fall past her ear. “No occasion. I just felt like dressing up.”

He reached across the bar and tucked the curl back behind her ear. His fingers brushed down the side of her cheek and she almost forgot how to breathe. “You should dress up more often.”

“Maybe I will.”

“I’ll be off for the night in about ten. Care to dance then?” She nodded slowly, unable to break her gaze from his. It was with a very slow precision that he leaned across the bar and brought his lips over hers; deepening the kiss enough to make her want more before he pulled away. “Ten minutes.”

Ten minutes had never seemed longer in Shana’s life. She watched everything around her all the while aware of every move he made without even watching. It was like her senses were attuned to his body, but yet she still jumped when he tapped her on the back of the shoulder. He had unbuttoned his black shirt away from his neck and was grinning down at her, holding out his hand. “I believe that you owe me a dance.”

When she placed her hand in his it was like a small shock of electricity went through her body. He smiled as he pulled her to a corner of the dance floor and then pulled her up against his body as the song switched. It was slow and seductive, and the beat seemed to match her heart, as she pressed to him, very aware of the hard contours rippling against her soft body. She slipped her arms around him, pressing her soft curves to his hard planes as they swayed back and forth. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, gently parting her lips and seducing her tongue. His hand slid lower over her back, resting on her hip, slipping low enough to tease one cheek as he pulled her lower body snug against his. She gasped as she felt just how hard he truly was pressing against her and she could have sworn she heard him groan. But just as he did the other bartender called out to him and he sighed, dropping his head back.

“Shana… I’ll be right back. I swear I will. Don’t go anywhere.”

She nodded somewhat dumbly as she backed away from the dance floor and into a secluded booth. She watched as Mick made his way back over to the bar and leaned across it again, talking with Joe. Joe was the over night bartender. He always took over when Mick went off the clock. It was as she watched a tall, leggy brunette join them that she realized something. She didn’t have a prayer adana escort in the world. She had no clue what she was doing.

Mick was the kind of guy who always got the girl, the tall, willowy, super sexy girl.

She bolted. As quickly and quietly as she could she made for the door and when she glanced over her shoulder she saw the brunette lean in close to Mick and trail her fingers down his arm.

She sighed and shook her head as she continued on her way. It wouldn’t do any good to dwell on it. Her feet were beginning to hurt from the heels so she slipped them off and eased her way off the path, letting her feet carry her down to the rivers edge that she knew so well. She sank down on the bank shore and simply stared out at the water for a long time. “What was I thinking?” She finally murmured.

“That’s what I would like to know.” She nearly screamed as she whipped around. Mick stood behind her, his arms crossed angrily and scowling, but the scowl slowly left replaced with a look of confusion and concern. “Shana, you’re crying. What’s wrong?”

She looked away from him and off across the river. “I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have come to the bar tonight dressed like this. I shouldn’t have thought I had a chance.”

“Shana what in the hell are you talking about?” He moved closer and dropped his hand onto her shoulder. She was cold. He hurriedly removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders, kneeling behind her to rub her arms. “You looked beautiful. I think I forgot how to breathe when you walked in.”

“I’ve seen the women you’re usually with. I’m not like them Mick. I’m not graceful or coordinated. I’m not tall and leggy or have a perfect body like they do. I don’t have prayer against that. I didn’t even know what I was doing.” She finished on a whisper.

“Really? You could have fooled me.” He turned her around facing him and leaned forward, pressing his lips to her throat. She shivered. “Your body sure felt perfect when it was pressed up to me out on that dance floor.” He lifted his hand and cupped her breast, tracing the outline of her nipple through her blouse. It made her tremble a little. “You sure seemed to know what to do when we were kissing and rubbing together.” He leaned over her, forcing her to lean away until she was flat on the ground. “Let me show you, Shana. Let me prove to you you’re more than you realize.” His lips ghosted against hers before sliding down her neck and over the thin material covering her breasts.

Her breath caught in her throat as they found first one nipple and then the other, sucking them slowly as she arched into his touch. His fingers deftly found the hem of her blouse and began inching it up, teasing her skin as it was revealed. He lifted it past her breasts and held it just above them as he kisses around her right breast, tasting her skin. She groaned as Mick finally brought his lips to the crest of her breast, taking the nipple between his teeth and tugging it gently before sucking. She moaned even louder as his hand began kneading her other breast, rolling his palm over her nipple repeatedly. “See?” He breathed against her skin. “You’re the perfect woman.” He began kissing his way downward, tracing around her belly button with his tongue.

Mick grinned up at her as he reached her skirt and instead of pulling it down, he pushed it up. The front of it folded back and in the next moment he was placing soft teasing kisses along her heated mound. She was damp already; he could feel it through her panties as he rubbed his nose against her. She trembled under him and he softly stroked his fingers reassuringly up and down her sides as he used his teeth to slide panties down. He kissed her again, with no barrier between his lips and her pussy. He began to slide his tongue along her slit and she moaned out, her hips arching wantonly ankara escort so that he pressed his tongue deep into her, tracing it over her clit.

Shana groaned and arched into his tongue, pleasure rolling through her as he grazed his teeth against her clit and slid a finger inside her. “I lied,” he breathed against her clit. “I didn’t just forget how to breathe.” Mick suckled softly on her clit, his finger pumping in and out of her tightness. “I nearly came in my pants just from seeing you.”

Her fingers curled into his hair, and he smiled against her as he slipped a second finger into her, lapping his tongue over her clit repeatedly until her body was trembling under his mouth. His fingers stroked her, in and out, caressing her, coaxing her body to respond until she was rocking against his hand and tongue.

“Mick,” her voice almost failed as she writhed into his hand. “Please!” It came out in a soft begging tone, but it quickly went up in volume as she cried out her pleasure. He had gently nipped her clit and was now sucking it hard, his fingers thrusting hard with her climax. He eagerly lapped up her juices and as her body’s trembling slowed he moved up above her.

He smiled and leaned his forehead down against hers, letting his body brush against hers as he looked into her eyes. “I told you, you’re every bit a woman as they are, if not more.”

Her eyes flashed with something that might have been doubt as she gazed into Mick’s eyes, but then she let her fingers trail down his chest and down to the hard bulge in his pants. “Is that why you’re so hard? Cause I’m such a woman?” Her fingers brushed up and down against him, and he couldn’t stop the groan that slid past his lips. He didn’t have a chance to reply though as her lips found his and all thought was wiped from his mind.

Her fingers slid back to his chest and deftly began unbuttoning his shirt. It was swiftly pulled out of his pants and pushed aside as he tugged her shirt the rest the way off. The button on his pants popped open with a tug and the zipper slid down almost of its own accord. She pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock and wrapped her small hand around him, stroking him slowly so that he groaned and pressed eagerly into her hand. He groaned in aggravation and stood up, kicking off his pants and boxers in one move and turning back to her.

She was on her knees now and she smiled up at him as she once more wrapped her hand around him. He leaned into the slow caressing, letting his eyes drift shut. The next moment though they sprang open as her lips wrapped around his cock, slowly moving them up and down on his hard shaft. He placed his hands on the back of her head and slowly began thrusting in and out of her mouth, groaning as she sucked him with each move. It didn’t take long for the soft strokes to become fast and short, Shana sucked him harder the faster he moved. Her hand was stroking his balls, rolling them back and forth as her mouth tightened around him and as her tongue swirled him, he exploded in her mouth.

She swallowed quickly as he came, the constricting of her mouth and throat against his cock making him cum even harder until he was spent. She slid her mouth away slowly and let her gaze fall to the ground. He dropped to his knees in front her, placing his hand against her cheek.

It seemed like they were only a breath apart as Mick’s finger traced the side of her face, dipping his finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to his. “We’re not done.” His voice was so low it sent chills down her spine as she gazed at him in wonder. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her, quickly deepening the kiss. As his tongue slid past her lips one hand slid behind her, pulling her snug up against him so that they were flesh to flesh. Her nipples pressed into his chest achingly, adıyaman escort and his erection pressed throbbingly hard against her lower abs. She moved and rubbed her body along his slowly causing him to groan as his kiss became feverish.

He laid her back again and slid her skirt down her legs. He gazed at her for a long moment before moving. He leaned over her again, and placed a light kiss on her belly, just above her belly button. He smiled against her warm skin and began kissing his way up, in reverse of his earlier actions. His lips barely ghosted against her breasts before settling on her neck and nuzzling her pulse point. He throbbed between her legs, his shaft pressing against her wet slit as he wrapped her legs around his waist and slid his arms around her.

In one move, Mick was sitting up with her on his lap and if it was possible he was pressed even more against her. She wriggled a little and he groaned. He kissed his way to just below her ear and gently tugged her earlobe. “Tell me, Shana, do you want it?” His breath was hot against her skin and she trembled. “Do you want my big, hard, dick buried deep inside you?”

Shana’s reply sounded almost like a whimper as she rubbed herself against him. “Yes. Please Mick, I’ve wanted this for -” but she quickly stopped herself, a blush stilling across her cheeks and she looked away.

Mick was having none of it. He forced her gaze back to his again and ground his erection hard against her. “Finish what you were saying.”

She groaned and her nails slightly dug into his skin. “I’ve wanted this since I met you.”

“Then tell me how bad you want it.” It wasn’t a demand, more like a request as he trailed his fingers across her breasts, slowly kneading their flesh. He could feel her heat radiating against his cock, and it was taking everything he had not to simply throw her down and take her.

Her response surprised him, and it shattered every bit of self-control he had been using. “I don’t want it. I need it, Mick.” Her eyes were trained on his now, and he moaned softly against her skin as she pressed closer. “I need it so bad, I’ve dreamed of it so long. Please. I need you to fuck me.”

He couldn’t deny her; he couldn’t hold himself back any longer after that. He lifted her until his cockhead was pressed against her opening and then quickly dropped her down on it. They both moaned. Her pussy was so tight around him as he began to bounce her up and down on his shaft, and his hard length seemed even bigger locked inside her. She groaned and using her legs for leverage began bouncing herself up and down on his cock. Her breasts bounced freely against him and her nipples called for him as he leaned forward and began suckling.

She moaned and began to bounce faster on his cock, impelling herself time and again. His lips were teasing her nipples, drawing on them and sucking, then running his tongue over them and nibbling as he rocked with her bouncing, moaning against her skin, sending vibrations through her nibbles. Her pussy was so wet it was running down his cock, and he groaned as she intentionally tightened her slit around him, causing him to buck harder against her. He leaned them both over so she was on her back again and began ramming his cock hard in and out of her. Shana groaned even more loudly, her nails raking up his back as another hard thrust made her climax again. The tight spasming around his cock quickly made Mick cum as well and he slammed even faster into her, grunting as his hot cum filled her until it spilled out and down her thighs. He fell to the side, panting and pulled her close to him, trailing soft kisses over the side of her face.

“Now, is it going to be another five years before you’re brave enough to do this again?” He grinned and kissed the corner of her lips.

“Not on your life, Mick.” Shana smiled and brushed her lips against his.

“Good, cause I don’t think I could keep my hands off you for more than a day or two.”

Shana’s laughter echoed out across the lake, and Mick smiled as he sat up and kissed her soundly. This could definitely be the beginning of something very interesting.

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(For record keeping purposes, both the Prince and Princess are of whatever the age of consent plus three is in your local laws.)

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom far away that had a King, a Queen, and a Prince. The royal family found themselves distraught since the Prince refused to marry any but the most noble of princesses. He had met many so-called princesses but had always found himself unsure of the truth of their identity.

The first girl he had courted claimed to be a princess based on her pale white skin, but the Prince has learned that she powdered and made her skin up. He decided that a true princess would not feel the need to lie to prove her worth.

The next to try said she was a princess and offered as proof her cooking, but when they sat to eat the food she casually grabbed handfuls of potatoes and meat and shoved food in her mouth, and the Prince told her to leave because a true princess could not have such atrocious table manners.

Others came and tried, and the Prince was ready to give up on finding a true princess, brooding in his library on a rainy day, when he heard a servant hurry past towards the front door of the castle.

Curious who could be calling at such an hour and in such a storm, the Prince followed along, thinking to greet the guest himself and, if need be, see them off without bothering his parents.

When the servant opened the door, in the entrance hall stood a young woman, drenched to the bone and with her heaving breasts uncovered. She had clearly been running, no mean feat between her large breasts, the heeled shoes, and the uneven cobbles outside.

“Please,” she was saying “please let me in. I’ve come so very far, and my traveling companions and I were attacked on the way here. I am the Princess of a faraway kingdom and have come to meet your prince.”

The door guard offered the girl a wrap from a hook by the door, and turned to find the King and Queen, but ran into the Prince instead.

“My Lord, this young woman claims to be a Princess come to meet you. Shall I take her to your parents?”

The Prince was already somewhat smitten and, having seen so much of her body, very much hoped van escort her story was true. “No, Jarvis. Please inform my parents of her arrival, but I would like to speak with her myself.”

“Yes, my lord.” The loyal manservant turns and leaves the room, off to find the King and Queen.

**

“I don’t like it.” The Queen says to her husband. “This hussy turns up here, in a storm, and without a top? She says they were attacked, but how do we know that wasn’t a lie.”

The weariness in the King’s face extends to his voice as he listens to his wife rant about the situation for the fifth time this evening. “Why don’t you devise a test of some sort then. Some way to prove whom she is?”

The Queen smiles at her husband’s idea. She would devise an impossible test and get rid of this little hussy once and for all.

I shall set her up in Grandmother’s old room, and place something under the mattresses. I’ll tell our foolish son that if she wakes with a pain in her back, that she is a true princess. Otherwise, he must cast her out.

**

Shortly thereafter, the Queen puts her diabolical plan into motion. First, she goes to the Princes quarters, and tells him of her test. He agrees, thinking that her logic must be sound, since she was a princess once.

Next, she went to her Grandmother’s old room to look for something to place under the mattress.

As she searched, she could not find anything suitable, so she had a maid bring her a single pea and put it under the mattresses. No way she would feel that!

Satisfied, the Queen leaves the room and smiles all the way home like the cat that ate the cream.

**

The Prince knew that he no longer cared if the girl was a princess, but also knew that his life would be easier if she were. He made up his mind that she would be his consort, even if not his eventual queen, so he decided to go to her in secret later in the night.

The girl was in bed, fast asleep, when the Prince arrived. He snuck up next to her and touched her face gently. She woke with a start, and her dressing gown fell from her shoulder, revealing her breast again. The Prince could yalova escort stand it no longer and barely said “May I?” before he gently slid his hand under the pale orb and slowly slid it under the top just enough to hide her ghostly areola.

“What did you want, my Prince?” the girl asked. She was taken aback by him grabbing her breast, but was not yet sure that it even happened, since she was still half asleep.”

“I want you. Even if you aren’t a princess and I cannot marry you, I want nothing more than to have you. If I cannot marry you, I shall get you a job on the grounds so that I may have you when I need you. Please say you want me too?”

The girl looked at the Prince for a long moment, but instead of saying anything, she slid the shoulder of her nightshirt back down, exposing her breast.

The Prince took this as acquiescence and took her breast in his hand. Fully half of it spilled out, and the Prince marveled at their size and beauty. He quickly rubbed her breast, and squeezed until she gave a slight moan, and he decide that he should like to taste it.

He captured her nipple in his mouth, and the soft moan ended in a sharp squeak as the girl’s surprise showed. The Prince suckled at her breast for a long moment, and at last released it to take the other nipple in his mouth as well. The Girl was in ecstasy, her body responding to his eager attempt to please her. But she knew that she needed more to get her release, and that she might have limited time to do so. She gently pushed his head away from her nipple and stood to remove the nightshirt.

As the piece of cloth fell to the floor, the Prince saw her pussy for the first time, perfect with pink lips that seemed to invite him in almost verbally. He removed his trousers and stepped towards her, meaning to take her there and then, but she fell to her knees instead, and in one fell swoop, swallowed his entire manhood.

The Girl had never tried this, and his cock was huge to her, but she deep throated the whole thing immediately, and found that even the slight gagging sensation she experienced seemed to make him all the hornier. She kept him in her throat as çorlu escort long as she physically could, almost passing out, and looking into his eyes the entire time.

The Prince saw the girl’s Emerald eyes glass over after a time, as she reached a point where she had all but choked herself out and might have died if he hadn’t pulled her throat from his cock. He was very excited and hard as the steel of his sword now. He took the Girl’s hand, and helped her back to her feet, then lifted her onto a nightstand and she reached between them and aimed his cock to her hole.

At the moment of truth, the Prince doubted for a moment that he could go through with this, and froze with her lips poised, kissing the head that wears no crown. The Girl looks into his eyes, and scoots herself to drop onto him, finding him to feel wonderful. She wraps her arms around him and uses her legs to force her body back and forth along the length of him. As she drives herself close to cumming, the buildup of mental pressure causes her stomach to feel tight. She lightly bites into his shoulders she keeps working him, and suddenly has to fight the urge to scream as waves of her orgasm wash over her, starting from the tip of him and working their way out.

When he was sure she had cum, the Prince lowered her to the floor. The mattresses were entirely too tall to get her onto in this state, and he wanted her body. As her back rests against the cool floor, he quickly rearranges himself and drives deep into her, driving her back into the hard stone floor below. He builds speed, but never lets up the depth of his thrusts, and she feels his cock kissing her womb with every stroke. Just as her mind begins to break, he grunts in her ear, holds her legs back, and drives himself as hard as he can one last time.

She feels certain the whole head of his cock is in her womb as he floods her with the pent-up seed of a young man that has never found release. She finds herself so full that she does lose it, becoming a babbling cumslut for a few minutes while he fucks her until his cock softens.

“I can’t stay in here my dear, but After you make peace with my mother, please tell Jarvis that I said for you to come see me, one last time. I shall then organize whatever we need to be happy and do that,” the Prince gestures to the very wet area of the floor, “as you and I see fit.”

As the girl starts to stand up, she thinks to herself “Dear lord, my back hurts.”

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She couldn’t believe what she was thinking. Carrie had never even thought of having an affair with a married man before. Kevin was quickly changing her mind about that though. From the moment that she’d gotten into his truck, she new that something was going to happen. She could feel the sexual tension in the air. She looked over at him as he drove. He was different now than he had been in high school. No longer the gangly boy of his youth, he was all man now. As she looked at him, her heart froze…she knew without a doubt that she wanted him but would he feel the same?

Kevin was just as nervous as she was. He’d always been attracted to Carrie and he knew that he wanted her too. He pulled up to the gate of his family’s old farm and told her to wait there so he could unlock the gate. The plan had been to get a few beers and go catch up on old times. What better place for that than a moonlit pond?

They drove up next to the pond and got out, leaving the radio softly playing country music. Sitting on the tailgate of the truck, the started talking. Reminiscing about the last time they had seen each other. The more he talked, the more Carrie wanted him. What was the matter with her? Well, she would never know unless she acted on it. Sliding over, she offered to rub his trabzon escort shoulders as he talked…gently leaning down to kiss the back of his neck. It was working! She knew when she saw the tiny hairs standing up on the back of his neck that she had him.

Slowly she reached around in front of him and untucked his shirt from his tight jeans. Running her hands up over his chest as he stood in front of her. Suddenly he turned around looking her in the eye. Asking a silent question. When he saw the fire in her eyes, he got his answer. Bending down he softly kissed her on the lips. She had other ideas though. She had waited for years for his lips and couldn’t stand for him to be gentle. She wanted heat, and passion. Kissing him back she weaved her hands in his hair and pulled her self closer to him. Grinding her pussy into his cock. Letting him feel how much she wanted him.

The pair broke the powerful kiss and looked at each other with amazement. It was more than either one of them had ever expected. Quickly Kevin got a blanket and put in the bed of the truck. They both climbed in and lay back. Looking him in the eyes, Carrie slowly stripped for him, loving the feel of the warm night air on her naked skin. He looked at her in all of her tunceli escort glory. She was gorgeous, with amazing tits. His mouth watered just looking at them. Her waist narrowed down and then her hips flared. Then he saw it. Her pussy was glistening in the moon light. She came to him…knelt down in front of him. He managed to unbutton his jeans before she stopped him. It appeared that she wanted to be in control at this point. Kneeling in front of him, looking up into his eyes, she grabbed the zipper with her teeth and unzipped his pants. Nuzzling his cock with her face. She loved the pure male smell of him.

No words between the two were necessary as she lay back and opened her legs to him, beckoning him to fill her with his long hard cock. He lay on top of her teasing her pussy with his cock. Sliding it up and down over her opening as he sucked on her long hard nipples. She was softly moaning with desire, begging him to enter her. He poised him self over her, barely touching her pussy with the head of his cock…both breathing hard with excitement. As he slowly entered her, he knew for the first time what heaven was like. She was so hot and wet. Her pussy was the best he’d ever felt. He had about half of his seven inches in when she shifted uşak escort and thrust her hips up and pushed the rest of him inside her. He cried out with pleasure screaming her name. On and on the drove each other. Her hips coming up to meet his thrusts perfectly. Until finally he felt her pussy muscles contract around him and felt her come. She spewed more pussy juice than he’d ever felt before. He could feel it splashing against his balls and the sensation made him lose control. He slammed in her with one final thrust shooting all of his cum inside her…

As he pulled out Carrie suddenly got up. Wondering where she was going, she looked at him with a smile and knelt back down before him, licking all of their mixed juices off of his cock. For as long as he could remember, he’d dreamed of her sucking his cock….Now her mouth felt wonderful, and she was already making him hard again. That hadn’t happened to him in a very long time. Soon he moved them so that they were in a 69 and his face was staring at the most beautiful pink pussy he’d ever seen. Tentatively, his tongue came out of his mouth and licked her still sensitive pussy, sending shivers down her spine and making her moan on his cock. He licked her from her clit all the way down to her brown puckered hole of her ass. Tasting the mixture of salt and sugar of their juices. Raising her head Carrie begged him to tongue fuck her. Straining her pussy back down to his lips…he did just that.

They stayed like that four hours. Sucking and fucking each other till neither one could handle any more.

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Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read Part One first.

Chapter Fourteen

While the flashback sex was definitely an intriguing addition to my repertoire, it wasn’t necessarily something that was useful in every situation. There was the experience with Karen that had almost gone awry but there were also women I wanted to visit who I hadn’t known long enough for a flashback to make sense. For example, I’d known Jodie for around ten years or so and she hadn’t even been one of the first women I’d considered trying to visit. In fact, the opportunity that presented itself allowed no time for recon or really any kind of planning.

I was at work and scanning through social media when a post from Jodie popped up in my feed. She worked as an emergency dispatcher so she had long shifts but also long periods of time off. On this particular day, she was not only off but the kids were at school and her husband still had to work so she was home alone. On top of that, the weather was miserable so she had posted that she was holed up inside, lying in bed and reading. I was immediately thinking that, if she was lying around in bed, there was a good chance of her dozing off at some point. I was perfectly happy to leave work for a chance to get naked with Jodie. Her house was more than 100 miles from my office, though still in the same state, so I felt like it’d be safe to give a dream visit a try and that she wouldn’t likely think that I’d driven up there for a visit, especially in the bad weather. I made an innocuous comment on her status, figuring that it would at least put me into her mind and help rationalize the dream. She ended up responding so we exchanged a bit of banter, which I figured would only help.

I looked at a few of her photos to refresh my memory on her home then relaxed, closed my eyes and found myself standing in her hallway. I had remembered using the bathroom at her house so that’s where I figured it’d be safest to start. From there, it was just a few steps to her bedroom where I found her, still awake, under the covers and reading. She appeared to be dressed but I intended to remedy that as soon as I could. I knew I just had to be patient and, sure enough, after a bit of reading and some scrolling on her phone, she closed her eyes for a moment. I watched and, when it appeared that she was on the verge of dozing, I made myself visible, wearing jeans and a t-shirt and nothing else, then crawled into bed with her. I lay on my side beside her, looking at her, as she stirred and looked over at me.

“Well this has got to be a dream,” she said.

“Shall I pinch you so you can be sure?” I asked.

“No,” she replied, “if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up yet.”

I propped myself up on my elbow and moved closer to her so that I could press my lips against hers. She responded favorably and we quickly progressed from kissing to making out. My cock was stiffening as her tongue was exploring my mouth. I pushed the covers down enough to uncover her upper body then placed my hand on her tit. She was definitely braless beneath her t-shirt and I could feel her hard nipple through it. I alternately fondled each of her tits then moved my hand down, intending to slide it up under her t-shirt to caress her bare breasts. Instead, when I reached the bottom of her t-shirt, I found the top of her sweatpants and decided to slip my hand into them. She was not wearing panties so I encountered her trim bush then my fingertips continued down to find her pussy. She spread her legs so I slipped a finger into her, discovering her pussy to be incredibly hot and wet. I pumped my finger in and out a few times then lightly stroked her clit. She moaned but we continued making out as I was alternately caressing her clit and probing her hot, wet pussy.

I don’t know what she’d been reading or scrolling through on her phone or if she’d been wet before I got there but it wasn’t long before she pulled her mouth from mine and pressed her face into my neck. She was rocking her hips and moaning longer and louder while it felt like her pussy was becoming even hotter and wetter than it had already been. She started tensing up and arching her back then suddenly went limp as her body started shaking. She was both moaning and crying out as she was cumming so, of course, I didn’t stop what I was doing. Her orgasm was long and appeared to be pretty intensely pleasurable, which I thought was promising given that I was just using my finger. When she finally went still and silent, I slipped my hand out of her sweatpants and licked her nectar off of my finger.

Between tasting her flavor, wanting to get her naked and curiosity about what her bush looked like after running my fingers through it, the next step just had to be taking off those sweatpants. As she was still recovering, I got up on my knees, pulled the covers down and started to slide her sweatpants down. She lifted her ass to help me accomplish this task and her trim, brown urfa escort bush was revealed. My gaze remained upon it even as I was sliding her sweatpants over her feet and tossing them aside. I repositioned myself between her legs, which were bent at the knees and parted, then lowered my face toward that bush. I glanced up and saw her gazing down at me, expectantly I guess, then I ran my tongue along her slit. She closed her eyes and let out a moan, which definitely encouraged me to continue. I lapped at her pussy, slurping up her flowing juices, before slipping a finger into her. While focusing my licking on her clit, I slipped a second finger into her along with the first and pumped the two of them in and out. She continued moaning and was rocking her hips toward my face so I was confident that I was successfully providing her with a great deal of pleasure, which was my goal. I wanted to make her cum but not necessarily too quickly; ideally I wanted her to experience as much pleasure as possible, both leading up to and including another orgasm.

Of course, I also wanted to savor the opportunity to have my face between her smooth thighs. I loved eating pussy and not just because it usually resulted in an appreciative and generous partner, though that certainly was one of the benefits. It just so happened that something I enjoyed tended to be something my partner also enjoyed. Jodie was starting to tense up and arch her back while gripping the fitted sheet so I knew she was close to cumming again. I was considering whether I should continue to eat her once she’d cum but I really wanted to get my hands on her tits and slip my cock into her somewhere so I figured I’d pass. If all continued to go as well as it was, it certainly wouldn’t end up being my only opportunity to devour her pussy.

Her pussy was becoming even hotter and wetter the longer I was eating her so I was thinking that slipping my cock into it once I was done eating it was the way to go. She was moaning louder as she got closer to cumming then abruptly went silent. She let out a cry as her body went limp and started shaking while her pussy was flooded with even more lubrication. I continued to eat her as she was cumming, raising my head only once her orgasm had tapered off and she’d gone still aside from her heaving chest. As I looked up along her body while sucking her juices off of my fingers, I knew I needed to expose her big titties. I started kissing my way up there, over her abdomen and stomach, pushing her t-shirt up ahead of me. I raised my head as I pushed her t-shirt up over her big titties, took a moment to admire them then started to lick and suck her hard nipples. I was fondling and caressing the soft, smooth flesh of her tits as my lips and tongue worked on her nipples when she spoke.

“Jersey,” she said, using my online nickname, “I want you to fuck me.”

“As you wish,” I replied, quoting one of her favorite movies, “If you ditch your shirt, I will strip myself naked.”

She quickly had that t-shirt up over her head and cast aside so, as I watched her tits jiggling and bouncing, I removed my own t-shirt then opened and pushed down my jeans. My rigid cock stuck out before me as I pushed my jeans off while still kneeling between her legs. Once I’d tossed them aside, I adjusted the covers and lowered myself over her. I guided my cock to her pussy and slipped it inside as we both moaned. She managed to get the covers pulled up over me then we started making out as I slowly slid my cock in and out of her. I could feel her tits pressed against my chest but couldn’t do anything with or to them in this position, although that didn’t reduce my enjoyment even remotely. She was raising her hips to accept my incoming thrusts so I was achieving maximum penetration and it felt awesome. I also appreciated how into she definitely was as her tongue enthusiastically explored my mouth and her hands gripped my ass. I was supporting myself on my forearms over her as I was gradually fucking her harder and faster. Her bed was solid and well-built so it didn’t squeak or rock even as I was picking up my pace.

We eventually had to quit making out, in part because it was difficult to keep up as I was fucking her harder but also because she had some moans that needed to get out. It sounded as though she was building up to another orgasm and, although fucking her felt outstanding, I wasn’t quite on my way there yet, myself. I was definitely enjoying the opportunity to fuck her but there were still a couple of things I planned to do before I came. My hope was that I could make her cum again first then switch things up just a bit. Of course in no way was I just biding my time until that moment; I was absolutely in my happy place as I slid my cock in and out of her hot, wet pussy. Despite the lack of planning or anticipation with this being spur of the moment, being with Jodie was definitely an equal experience to all of those dream visits that I had so thoroughly sivas escort researched and planned. That, of course, was definitely some food for thought.

As she got closer and closer to cumming, she was moaning longer and louder while trying to pull me deeper into her pussy with her hands on my ass. I obliged her as best I could, pushing in as deeply as I could as much as I could. Finally, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down, holding me on top of her as her body started shaking. I continued to thrust into her, though not as hard nor as fast, which wasn’t easy because her pussy was flooded once again with even more lubrication. She held me tight throughout her orgasm then gradually released me as it tapered off. Once I was sure she’d finished cumming, I slipped my cock out of her and moved up to straddle her ribs. I lay my cock between her tits as she was still recovering, then took one in each hand and pressed them together against my cock. While fondling her tits and caressing her nipples, I was slowly fucking her cleavage.

The soft, smooth flesh of her tits felt outstanding against my cock and, after fucking her hot, wet pussy, I knew I wasn’t good for much longer before I’d be blowing a load. Once again, though, I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to spew on her sternum and expect her to still be convinced that she’d been dreaming when she woke up with crusty semen remnants on her chest. Naturally, I had no issue with slipping my cock into her mouth and finishing there and I suspected that she wouldn’t, either. I savored the opportunity to fuck her tits for as long as I could, however, and based on that experience I strongly suspected that I’d be looking for an opportunity to visit her dreams again. It was only reluctantly that I finally released her tits and moved up to slip my cock into her mouth. I fully expected her lips against my cock to feel at least as good as her tits had, but I’d still appreciated the feel of them in my hands.

As her mouth engulfed my cock, I moaned while bracing myself against the headboard. It was surprising that I didn’t cum immediately, as worked up as I was and as good as her mouth felt. She was holding onto my ass again, pulling herself forward on my cock then sliding it back out again. I had allowed myself to get right to the verge of cumming while fucking her tits so it wasn’t long before my cock was swelling even more within the confines of her mouth. She continued to enthusiastically suck me off while I relished the building pleasure she was providing. When I finally started spewing into her mouth, she easily swallowed my load and continued to suck me off. It felt fucking amazing and, although I’m sure cumming all over her chest would have felt equally amazing, I was glad that I had elected to cum in her mouth. I wasn’t sure at that point whether there was going to be more that afternoon or how much more so at least I’d managed to put my cock everywhere I’d hoped to. Once I was spent, we slipped back under the covers together and she snuggled up against me. She was quiet for a couple of minutes and I was afraid she might really doze off but apparently she was just thinking.

“So I’m assuming that the only reason I had this dream about you,” she said, “is because I saw that you had commented on my post right before I fell asleep. The question is whether I can get it to happen again.”

“What, like you pick a guy you want to dream about,” I replied, “and think about him a lot just before you go to sleep? I think every teenage girl would be dreaming about her latest celebrity crush if it was as easy as that.”

“True, so it may take some effort and some commitment,” she said, “and I wouldn’t consider that for just ‘a guy.’ I’m talking about getting you back here again.”

“I suggest you start by sending me some nude seflies,” I replied, “That will inspire me to make every effort to get into your dreams.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure the real you will want to see me naked,” she said, “and unsolicited at that.”

“I don’t believe that I’d be here if there wasn’t already some kind of connection,” I said, “and even if you can’t do this with the real me, you can play a little and I bet that would help this to happen again.”

I was lying there with her naked beside me and trying to convince her to send me nudes. I might have a bit of a problem.

“I definitely want this to happen again,” she replied, “and I did say that it might take some effort and commitment.”

“How about this,” I suggested, “Post something slightly provocative, see if and how I respond, then go further in private messages if I seem receptive. I really don’t believe any heterosexual male would turn down an opportunity to see you naked. Do you have any naked selfies on your phone?”

“Well, not on my phone,” she replied, “but I’ve taken some with my phone and saved them to the cloud.”

“Show me,” I requested. She grabbed her phone, navigated to her tekirdağ escort photos then started showing me her nudes and semi-nudes. There were a lot that involved some kind of fantasy apparel: faerie wings, corsets, cosplay. It was all quite arousing, even the ones that were just cleavage. I flipped the covers back to show her that my cock was already recovering.

“Is that just from looking at these photos?” she asked, reaching down to grasp it.

“I’m lying here with you naked beside me,” I replied, “and your photos are still getting me aroused. There’s no way any of those wouldn’t be received well and appreciated.”

She set her phone aside as she exited the photo app then moved down the bed, pulling the covers even further down. Positioning herself between my legs, she first pumped my nearly rigid cock then wrapped her lips around it. I moaned as she slid her mouth up and down my cock while it continued to stiffen. I’d just had my cock in her mouth not that long prior but, in this position, she was definitely working some different techniques so it didn’t take long before I was fully rigid. I would have been okay with blowing another load in her hot mouth but, once she was certain that I wasn’t going to get any stiffer, she released my cock and crawled up to straddle me. I was watching her tits bouncing and swinging then my focus was drawn to her pussy as she guided my cock toward it. We both moaned as my cock disappeared into her hot, wet confines.

I reached for her tits, fondling them as she started to slowly move up and down on my cock. She closed her eyes and the expression on her face suggested that she was experiencing a high degree of pleasure once again. Of course this is exactly what I wanted, in addition to the pleasure I was feeling myself. I had a very good feeling that I’d be visiting her quite often when she was home alone. Her pussy felt amazing as it slid up and down my cock while her tits felt pretty awesome in my hands, as well. I continued caressing the soft, smooth flesh until she’d picked up her pace to the point where her tits were bouncing pretty well. I moved my hands around to her ass at this point so I could watch them and caressed it while pushing up into her each time she dropped down on my cock. Her bouncing tits were nearly hypnotizing and who knows what might have happened had I continued to stare at them if she hadn’t leaned forward. She planted a hand on either side of my head and was rocking forward and back on my cock in this position. This had her tits swinging right in my face, so I brought my hands up to hold them as I licked and sucked her hard nipples.

I was loving this position, not only getting my hands, lips and tongue on her tits and nipples, but I was also pushing up into her, burying my cock as deeply into her hot pussy as I could. She seemed to be loving it, too, based on the way she was moaning and riding me harder and faster the longer she was on top of me. Once again, her sturdy bed remained still and quiet despite how vigorously we were fucking, not that there would have been anyone else to hear it, anyway. There was no tensing up or arching her back in this position as she got close to cumming so I only knew she was there when she slammed backwards and just remained there with my cock fully embedded within her. A moment later, she started to tremble as she let out a cry. I was still fondling her tits since there wasn’t much else I could do at that moment.

She didn’t start riding me again once she’d finished cumming, instead moving backwards so that my cock slipped out of her pussy. Positioned between my legs again, she lowered her head to engulf my cock in her mouth as she pumped the base. I moaned and watched as her head bobbed up and down, pulling a pillow over to prop up my head and savoring the pleasure that she was providing. She definitely had some skills when it came to sucking cock as well as some enthusiasm. I had absolutely made an effort to assure that she experienced a high level of pleasure, given that this was supposed to be her dream, with the hope or expectation of reaping a reward for myself, which was obviously my ultimate goal. As she was sucking me off, I don’t know that it was necessarily to reward me or just because she enjoyed sucking cock in the way that I enjoyed eating pussy. Either way, I was happy to be on the receiving end of her oral talents.

It was really only because of those talents that I was able to enjoy her cocksucking for as long as I did. She somehow managed to both provide me with a high degree of pleasure and draw out the pleasure so that I could enjoy it for longer before cumming. Ultimately, though, her mouth just felt too good and I could feel my cock growing thicker as I approached an orgasm. I wasn’t disappointed that it was nearly over; I was grateful for the opportunity to enjoy her cocksucking for as long as I did. When I started spewing into her mouth with a groan, she swallowed my load and continued sucking me off until I was fully spent. Once she’d let my cock fall from her mouth, she glanced up at me.

“That was fucking amazing,” I said, causing her to smile, “You should just plan on me showing up in your dreams regularly if for nothing else than to experience that on a regular basis.”

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Tuesday 1st February 2011

Dear Diary,

Last night was very enjoyable. I meet up with Mark after work at the usual bar. I was there early as usual and changed into my short black mini and white tank top which was perfectly tight. Underneath I put on light blue sheer thong panties and matching bra. I forgot to put my high heels into my bag before going to work so I had to wear my work shoes.

I got the usual looks when I went up towards the bar. It wasn’t hard to pick out Mark. He was exactly like his pictures, the rims of his glasses much thicker up close and personal. We exchanged pleasantries and then he ordered me a drink and we sat down.

Mark was extremely nervous. Gone were the quite witty comments that he made in his emails. He was all tensed up. After a while I just asked him out straight, “Why are you so nervous”. He told me that he hadn’t been on a date for over a year since which was when he broke up with his last girlfriend. Then he said that he would never in his dreams chat up a girl like me because I would be out of his league! Flattery gets you everywhere with me. As soon as he said that I asked him did he want to show me his place? I think my abruptness caught him off guard, it does with most guys in fairness, but it didn’t take him long to grab his coat and lead me out of the bar.

His place was only around the corner from the bar. It was on the third floor, a spacious open planned apartment. The place was immaculate. Nothing seemed to be out of place. It’s amazing how some guys can be so neat and tidy and other’s just pure slobs, I guess it can be the same with girls. I’m no angel!

We sat down and had a few glasses of wine to drink. The more he drank the less tense he was. I don’t know why he was so nervous, like he had a sure thing sitting beside him.

Once I felt that he was a bit more comfortable I started to tease him by asking quite intimate questions. I think I first said that I assumed since he hadn’t date for over a year he hadn’t had sex for that long either. He was getting a bit more used to my style of questioning by then and wasn’t as taken back. He just nodded and said “unfortunately so”. I then cheekily asked him how often he masturbated. He flinched a little more at this question and before he could answer I asked him if he had masturbated looking at the pictures I had sent him. He just smiled at me. I took this as my cue to get the ball rolling and started rize escort massaging his crotch and once I felt a bulge in his pants I unzipped his pants and released his semi erect his member.

He just froze as I went down on my knees in front of him as he sat on the sofa. I held his dick in both my hands and started to move them in tandem up and down his shaft. He got a bit more exciting when my head moved down towards his dick and push it inside my mouth. I wanted to make Mark blow his load as quickly as I could. I figure that guys who had blown their first load usually were able to last much longer once they got going again.

Mark didn’t really care what I was planning. He just sat there slouched back on the sofa as I bopped up and down on his cock pausing briefly every so often to lick his shaft with my tongue. I then started massaging his balls with one hand and the other hand pumped his cock in between my sucking actions. I pushed my head further and further down on his cock until I gagged. I think the sound of me gagging on his cock was the final straw. I could see that he was trying hard to hold it back but eventually he gave in and tapped me on my head and managed to spurt out “I’m cumming, I’m Cummming”. Of course I didn’t stop; I love a load of hot cum! It felt like it was a year’s supply of cum that came out, it just kept coming and coming. I had to swallow in at least three different gulps.

He was just blown away and sat back on the sofa bedazzled. I sat down beside him and washed down all that cum with another glass of wine. My panties were soaked at this stage and I just kicked of my shoes and slide them down my legs. Spreading my legs apart, I lift my mini enough so he could see my exposed pussy. It was perfectly smooth as it was last shaved on Sunday. I started to rub my clit with a couple of fingers. It didn’t take him long to realise that Little Miss Pussy was on the loose. He moved closer to me and replaced my had with his. I was really unsure how to read him and whether he was going to move down and give me a lick out. Of course I would never ask or push a guy into giving me head, after all they should have the common decency to do it without being asked or told, especially after I gave them a BJ. I need not have worried about Mark, he was eager to please me. He first started to kiss me and massage my breasts through my top. After a few minutes he hoisted my top up sakarya escort over my head and without too much fuss was able to unclasp my bra.

It didn’t take too long for my exposed nipples to extend to their full length. He had great fun pull and teasing them. He stopped kissing me and moved his head down towards my breasts and in turn took each nipple and breast in his mouth sucking quite hard on them. One of his hands was now between my legs and rubbing against my clit. He must have spent ages alternating between my breasts, I didn’t complain, it was pure ecstasy have my breasts sucked and my clit massaged together. Eventually he released my breasts from his mouth and knelt down in between my spread legs. My pussy and the cushion underneath me were now saturated at this stage. His tongue action on my clit wasn’t great as he kept moving away from the areas I needed attention the most. I took matters into my own hands as such and wrapped my legs around his upper torso pulling his face and flailing tongue tight against my clit allowing me to grind against him. He didn’t have too much to do or too much option in the matter. I guess luckily for him I came pretty quickly, even by my standards and saved his faced from being worn off!

He waited patiently as I came down from my orgasm. I think we made out for a few minutes on the sofa before I suggested that we moved to the bedroom. I don’t have any problem with sofa sex, it’s great for those ones which I want over early, but he had a really nice sofa and I had already soaked one cushion!

He had a decent sized bed in the room, at least a queen. I removed my mini once we got into the room as it was only going to get in the way. I then helped him to get fully undressed. He started kissing me again. I really like that; some of the guys don’t do enough of it or are terrible at it. Mark was a good kisser and done plenty of it.

We lay down on the bed and I got on top of him. I could feel that life was now back in his dick and let it slip inside my cunt. As always I am a firm believer that size does matter, a bit at least. Mark was probably on the bigger side of average. It filled up my pussy nicely anyway and after a few thrust his erection was as hard as when I gave him the BJ.

I started riding his hard cock, keeping a good steady tempo. At first he just lay there but then his hands reached behind me and cupped my ass checks samsun escort allowing him to pull me down harder onto his shaft. His hips then started to move with me and I could feel his cock slide deeper and deeper inside of me. It felt amazing. I picked up the tempo bit by bit and he responded each time. I could then see his face tense up and he took over and really started to pump his dick hard up into my cunt. It’s such a turn on seeing a guy about to cum and fucking as hard as he can to make himself cum. I matched his increase in tempo and we were no fucking as fast as we could. Obviously it wasn’t all that long since he had last blown his load so it was taking him longer to reach the point of no return. After a minute or two of the frantic grinding I could feel another orgasm build up inside. I redoubled my efforts again; I knew that there was a limited time before he was going to blow. I felt it coming closer and closer and just as I was about to cum I heard the loud moaning from Mark and the hot shot of cum explode into my cunt. I leaned back on his dick supporting my body with one hand behind my back and I used the other to rub my clit. I was so close that stopping wasn’t an option. He must have seen this and used whatever energy he had left to return my continued grinding. This time the orgasm was really amazing. I just collapsed beside him and curled up. It last for a few minutes at least.

We both dozed off after that for at least an hour. When I woke up I tried to get up without waking him but he couldn’t have sleeping to deeply. He was very complimentary saying I was amazing. As I was getting dressed he asked the dreaded question “do you want meet up again?” On this occasion it was much easier to answer this. I told him that I would love to see him again and that I would be in touch soon to set something up.

Score: Okay so for Mark’s score I think I will give him a 7/10. He was very pleasant to be with, the usual extra mark for good hygiene, and when it came to the sex was quite attentive and I did get two orgasms out of it. I guess he lost marks because he was sometimes uninvolved in the sex, didn’t show too much imagination and the night ended slightly on the early side. Overall a good performance and I think he could be better the next time around!

So onto tonight. His name is Dave (so he says anyway!). He works in computers, 30 years old, doesn’t wear any glasses according to the pictures I have seen which is strange for a geek! From his emails he seems a bit strange but you can never really tell. He lives on the other side of town so going to have to leg it after work to be able to get changed. Still not sure what I am going to wear! Better go and get ready or I will be late for work.

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The morning was filled with anticipation as Lesa was finally going to give David a taste of her desires. She met David a few months prior at a local coffee shop and they became close friends. They had several dates in those few months, which led Lesa to believe she could finally reveal to David her deepest desires. She invited David to come over to her humble abode, as they had always gone out to eat on their dates. As the dawn turned into dusk there was a knock on the door. Lesa’s heart began to patter with total excitement. “Welcome, my dear…glad you could come over,” as she welcomed him into her home with a luscious wet kiss.

Lesa took the liberty of fixing David’s favorite dinner and had even found his favorite wine. “Wow, this is just magnificent,” David uttered. As dinner came to an end, Lesa brought out dessert…strawberries and whip cream. This was going to be the intro into getting David to follow her to her favorite room of the house, her pleasure room. She asked David to follow her and as she requested David took her hand and walked down a darkened hallway. When Lesa opened the door, she turned to David and said, “Please do not be afraid, I just want to please you.”

Slowly the door opened further and upon peeking into the lightly lit room David’s eyes became glued to the contents in the room. He had never seen such a room in all of his dating experiences. His heart began to race as he admired her love rack and a swing that was hung above it. “Do I dare ask what you plan to do in this room?” David asked Lesa with a bit of shakiness in his voice. Lesa told David that the contents he was viewing were not for torture purposes, but for an evening of total pleasure.

She wanted David to be comfortable, so she massaged his scalp as they took a seat on her love rack. She reached into a drawer that was next to the rack and asked David to remove his shirt. Lesa took out her favorite massage oil and started with the back of David’s neck then worked her way down his entire back. She could tell he was becoming more relaxed with every push of her fingers and hands along his back. She positioned herself in front of him and began to massage his temples while kissing him. She could tell that this was a bit arousing for him as well as her because she felt the wetness and the pulsating vibrations in her pussy. Lesa stood up and went to the closet and asked David if it was okay if she slips into something more comfortable for her. “Well sure babe, can I help you?” he said while smiling and watched her walk over to the closet.

“No thanks, I want this to be a surprise, so please undress for me and lie back and relax,” Lesa replied as she reached in the closet pulling out her favorite black teddy. Now David had never seen this side of Lesa, so it was a bit of a surprise when she proceeded to undress and slide her curvy body into a sexy teddy.

As David lay motionless on her love rack, Lesa asked if it was okay to play a little game, but the only rule was mersin escort he had to do everything she asked of him. “Sure, why not…I’m game,” he replied while stroking his cock. Lesa leaned over to her toy box and pulled out a pair of velvet shackles and placed them over David’s wrists and ankles while tightening him down to the rack.

She checked to make sure that they were not too tight, as she began to tease him while licking his face upwards from his chin to his nose. Lesa grabbed the massage oil again and began to work his chest in circular motions paying close detail to his nipples. Once they were nice and hard, she reached into her box of goodies and pulled out a set of nipple clamps. “Umm…what are you going to do with those?” David asked with a horrified look upon his face.

Lesa just smiled and said “Shh…remember this is about pleasure, I’m not going to hurt you. I am here to please you.” David just laid back and closed his eyes while Lesa placed the nipple clamps upon his hardened chest. Once the clamps were in place, she focused on massaging his lower half. With quick strokes all over his chest she briskly stroked over his cock, but did not want to focus on that part just yet. She moved down to his upper thighs and began to rub both of them in continuous strokes upward toward his inner thigh.

It was time to see if David was up to all her desires as she pulled out a strap-on from her toy box. As she carefully displayed her favorite toy to David she could see that he began to struggle and was tugging at the restraints to release himself. “Do you not want me to fuck you?” Lesa asked while trying to calm David down by massaging his thighs harder and harder.

“Well, hell no…I don’t want that thing near me…put it the fuck away…what is wrong with you?” as he raised his voice at her. She could tell that he was becoming agitated so she thought it would be best to bring him back to a relaxed state. She raised the rack to an upright position and climbed aboard the love swing that sat directly above the rack.

Once upon the swing she began to lightly swing towards David’s face with her inviting pussy. She would only come so close to his face for him just to get in a quick lick and warming smell of her awaiting pussy juices. He could no longer resist her tempting swings and tugged his way out of the restraints. Once free he grabbed her backside and pulled the swing closer to him so he could freely probe her luscious pussy that he had been trying to tongue all along. His tongue dashed in and out of her pussy several times, as he couldn’t help himself. She tasted so damn good! He wanted more so he began to suck her clit while fingering her wet pussy. “Ohh…Ahh…Mmm,” Lesa quivered.

David was not about to stop tonguing her hot juicy pussy, but he did not want her to cum just yet, so he spun her around on the swing and began to caress her lovely ass. As he admired her perfect round ass he stuck one finger muğla escort in her awaiting hole. This was just too much fun for him and he couldn’t decide which hole to go after first. He continued to dart back and forth between her ass and pussy with his tongue while furiously licking and sucking every inch of her. David grabbed Lesa’s face and pulled her closer to his so that he could share her wonderful juices. At this point they both were so fucking hot and bothered that the room was filled with lust and the scent of sex.

Lesa climbed off her perch and proceeded to grab the strap-on while bending David over the rack. He was a bit hesitant at first, then relaxed knowing how good she was going to make him feel. Lesa applied a large amount of lube and began seductively stroking her cock getting it nice and wet for entry. “My dear, I have been waiting a very long time…thanks for letting me fulfill my desire,” Lesa mumbled to David as she entered his ass very slowly.

She could feel her pussy throb harder upon entering his ass. Lesa was very careful to take each stroke slow and not to hurt him, since this was a new experience for his ass. “Does that feel good?” Lesa spoke as she began to speed up her stroke pace.

David was enjoying the ass fucking she was giving as she could feel him bucking his hips back towards her waiting cock, so she knew that the answer was YES. Lesa was getting off on fucking him good and hard, but decided that she wanted to tease him a bit more. She withdrew the strap-on after one last good pounding that left his knees buckling. Once withdrawn, Lesa turned David around to face her so that she could admire the look upon his face. “My dear, what shall we do next?” he asked while stroking his cock.

Lesa dropped to her knees and took his throbbing cock into her warm mouth taking every inch of his lusting as he rocked back and forth while she sucked harder. He was so deep inside her mouth that she almost came from the pure pleasure of sucking him to a climax. So as to not make him cum, she tongued his shaft while flicking the head of his cock back and forth just for a bit of a break in the action. After a few minutes of licking and sucking his rock hard cock, Lesa took his balls into her mouth. “Ohhh,” screamed David, “Suck harder….harder!!”

Lesa wanted to please him so she quickly engulfed his entire cock again and at a frantic pace began to suck him hard. She knew he was going to cum and quickly at that if she kept up the pace of sucking him the way that she had been. “Shall we move to my bed?” she asked.

With an evil grin on his face David replied, “No way…you got me here, we’re going to finish here.” They took a short break to allow David to regain his composure after the punishing blowjob that Lesa had just dished out.

Once again they were both aching to become one, but this time it was for both of their good. David laid the rack back so that he could lie flat on his back, nevşehir escort as he wanted Lesa to mount his throbbing cock and be able to bounce up and down with the help of leverage from the love swing from above. Lesa stood over him while straddling his chest and carefully worked her pussy over the top of his cock. She slowly positioned herself to accept his cock and with one quick lowering of her hips, they became one. The hardness of his cock grinding against her wet pussy made her want to cum quickly, but she reached above and grabbed the swing.

While holding on to the swing, she lifted herself off of his cock then back down upon it not missing a single rhythmic beat. The wonderful sounds of their hot and sweaty bodies slapping together was such a turn on for David. He arched his back so his cock could enter her quicker and harder. They began to develop a mutual entering point as the juices created were flowing down his cock pooling onto the rack between his legs. Lesa was just mesmerized by the hardness of his cock as each time it entered her pussy she felt a tingly feeling like none other. In her mind, she knew that David was the one, and she was extremely happy to share her desires with him.

She allowed herself to come back down and grind his cock against her wet slit. Lesa wanted him to be harder than ever for the climax of their kinship. As with every grind of her wet pussy against his cock, he was becoming engorged with thickness just as she wanted. She reached between his legs and took his cock in her small hands and rubbed him back and forth over her lips and clit. This was driving him crazy as well as her, so she then inserted quickly before he came.

Lesa leaned forward and kissed him not ever wanting to let go. She leaned over his chest while grabbing his massive shoulders and began to furiously grind and bounce her hot wet pussy into his pelvic bone accepting every inch of his cock. As the motions created more juices than a ripe peach, David and Lesa both screamed at the same time, “I’m cumming….ohhhhhhh.” After some intense feelings of pleasure, Lesa just slumped into David’s chest completely out of breath. But David was not done yet…he had one last little surprise for his wonderful friend.

He rolled Lesa over on to her back and dove headfirst into her still throbbing pussy. She tried to squirm away as the sensation was still intense from her previous orgasm, but he held her ass in place so he could lap up every last drop of their juices combined. He wanted to keep that wonderful taste forever and was not willing to let go till she came again and again.

He banged her with two fingers, then three in a furious motion. As she was about to reach her plateau he leaned in with his tongue and touched her clit to set it off. Lesa was just writhing in pleasure as David fucked her over and over with his fingers and tongue. Just as she was about to let loose of another screaming orgasm, David’s cock took the plunge to bring a more intense feeling to each of them.

They lay beside each other cuddling and holding one another, as this was the most intense love making session they have had to date. Lesa gazed into David’s eyes as she thanked him quietly for making her desires come true in a way she could have only dreamed.

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Dear Diary,

When I awakened this morning I found my satin sheets clinging to my sultry, moist body. I was confused on how this came to be. As I laid back down to unwind my legs from around the sheet, I began to remember the events from last night.

My first memory was of me in a room. I don’t know where I was but it was not familiar. There was a nightstand, a bottle of Champaign and a beautiful golden wood poster bed in the center. The room was very warm, kind of how I imagine it is like in Mississippi during the late spring. I was dressed in a very petite pair of blue cutoff jean shorts. They were so short in fact that if I were to even hint about bending over my ass checks would peak out as if they were saying “hey”. I was also wearing my favorite white lace midriff shirt. I say it was my favorite diary, because my tits flow over the top to form the most perfect cleavage any man has ever seen.

I began to walk around this strange room running my fingers along the bed, thinking of all the lovely ways I would want be tied and straddled along the wooden posts. I was waiting for something, anything to happen. Then it did. There was a knock on the door. I opened it and there he stood. This man, this man I have never seen before that very moment. He looked so handsome in a pair of tight blue jeans that pressed up against his already hard cock making it very apparent to me how lucky I was. He was also wearing a button up white shirt with the first few buttons undone; his chest was just bulging beneath the cotton covering.

I elazığ escort didn’t seem surprised to see him at all, I must have known I would be meeting him in this strange room and allowed it to escape my memory. He walked right over to me and we embraced each other by wrapping our arms around one another’s neck and began to look deeply into each other’s eyes. Diary, that very next second we began to kiss passionately. Our tongues were mingling in and out of each other’s hot mouths as his hand slid throughout my hair. Every second he touched and caressed my body and mouth he was making the wetness in my pussy grow more and more. I knew I only had moments left before I would lose all control.

We began to tear at each other’s clothes. Quicker than a bolt of lightning, we stood there with our naked flesh pressed to one another. We were breathing as if we just running for our very lives but then, again, we found each other’s eyes. In that very moment we knew we had to have each other right away. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. As I was lying down, he gently brought my arms up above my head. He spread my arms out to either post on the bed and secured them to the wooden post with the rope on the nearby nightstand. With the anticipation of what was to come my pussy burst again with moisture.

He began to kiss down my face to my neck to my awaiting chest. My breasts were heaving with every breath I took. He circled my nipples with his tongue while running his hands up and down my body. This man, this man I still didn’t erzincan escort know began to bite and suck on my tits. He would nibble all along my breasts and then began to suck on my nipples. Back and forth and back again he would go. The pleasure I was receiving sent chills thru my suspended fingertips. My nipples were so hard and I was so wet, I begged him to just fuck me. He didn’t. Instead, he pressed his extraordinarily stiff cock up against my inner thigh. It was as if it were there to lap up the juice’s that were flowing from my burning pussy.

Diary, I thought I was going to be relived at this point. He straddled me and slid his cock thru the lips of my drenched pussy several times. It was just a tease though. He began to move further down the bed. As I wrenched back and forth trying desperately to free my limbs from the ropes so that I could at least touch my cunt myself, I saw him, his tongue began to stroke my pussy lips. He didn’t waste any time. He dived in and began to lick and suck on my lips. He then sucked feverishly on my clit bringing my body just to the point of orgasm and then he stopped. He pushed his tongue far in my cunt, twisting and turning it, while at the same time still massaging my tits. He brought me to the point of orgasm again, only this time he did not stop. He conquered me and laughed gently to himself as he lapped up all the juices my pussy let escape. I began to beg him to please let me go and to please fuck me now. He didn’t.

The stranger untied the ropes, as gently as he had erzurum escort tied them in the first place. He then laid down beside me and once again peered into my eyes. I knew at once, what I had to do. I began to kiss him gently down the chest, the stomach, the thighs and then tenderly all over his smooth stiff cock. Returning the favor, I licked his shaft from top to bottom, around and around. After making my way back to the top I slid his entire dick into my mouth and began to suck and lick all of it, at once. I knew by his moaning, that he approved. I continued sucking and licking up and down and in circles until he came. His salty juices were luscious in my mouth and my throat tingled as it they slid down. He became hard again instantly since this was not near enough to satisfy him fully. I asked once again if I could fuck him. This time he said yes.

I slid my soft supple body onto his. My pussy was so hot and wet that he just slid his cock right into me. His dick was so tight inside me; it filled up every inch of my cunt. I began to rock back and forth on his cock, while he was pushing up being sure that all of him was far inside me. Quickly, he rolled me onto stomach and thrusted my legs up to a kneeling position. He began to pump his cock into my pussy but now from behind. I was feeling the full force of him slamming up against me as his balls collided against my clit with every thrust. My pussy began to quiver and he felt my juices flowing down his dick, he then began to pump his orgasm into me. Spent, we both lied there, silent in each other’s arms.

That’s were it comes back to the beginning diary, waking up in my own bed, not in this strange room with a stranger. Maybe it was a dream? If it was, I wonder whom that is taking a shower in my bathroom? I’ll write again soon…

-P.M.

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