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My brother and I were opening up a new restaurant. It was a bit of a gamble for us but he was a superb chef and we were both willing to work hard. Would you believe all the red tape you have to go through? It’s like they don’t want you to succeed. We stuck it out though and were due to open shortly.

One last thing we had to do was get a health certificate from the council. Not a problem, I thought, because everything was new and clean. We had a man from the council coming around at about four to give us our inspection and certificate. My brother was off doing some last minute shopping and panicking and I was at the restaurant alone, feet up, taking it easy.

It was only two o’clock when the damned man showed up. Two hours early. He was lucky there was even anyone to meet him. But I was polite. No need to get his back up, after all. The fact that he was not all that much older than me, and quite a dish, helped. He introduced himself and told me to call him Tom. He liked to keep things friendly.

Anyway, he crawled all over the place, occasionally taking notes down in his little book. The entire time he was examining the place he was also flirting with me, and I quite happily flirted right back.

He finally finished and to my horror he looked at me, shaking his head. Needs work, he tells me. Needs work? The whole place was brand new and unused. What work could it possibly need? I asked for further detail and he gave me half a dozen of the nit-pickiest little flaws you could imagine. A set of fingerprints on the stove? Etc. Etc.

Not one of the things he mentioned couldn’t have been fixed in thirty seconds flat. With time left over. I protested, but he just shook his head and looked doleful.

The odd thing was, even though he wasn’t giving us the certificate, neither was he rejecting us out of hand. He was just kind of standing around looking sympathetic. It suddenly dawned on me that this nice man that I’d been flirting with was looking for some sort of payoff before he signed off. Bastard, I thought, trying to think of how you go about offering a bribe.

“Um,” I said, “I don’t suppose you, ah, um, you could. . .” My voice just trailed away. I didn’t know what to say.

He was looking at me and frowning.

“You wouldn’t be trying to offer me a bribe, would you?” he said repressively. “That would be totally against the law and not only could I not accept I’d have to report it.”

So what the fuck did he want?

“No, no,” I said hastily. “I was just wondering how long we have to get these things cleared up. I mean, you’re not officially due here until four o’clock.”

He gave me a cheerful grin.

“Ah, well,” he said. “I suppose gaziemir escort there’s nothing too serious here. I suppose I could sign off on the assumption that you’ll attend to these items and give me a kiss.”

I was earnestly nodding, thinking yes, just sign off. I’ll do the bits and pieces, and then that last bit hit me. I sort of reared back and gave him an ‘are you kidding me’ look.

“Just a friendly kiss,” he said, and I could see he was laughing at me, “because I’m doing you a friendly turn.”

Well as far as I was concerned it was a case of what the hell? I mean, I’ve kissed some frogs in my time and he looked more like a prince than some of them.

So I gave him his kiss and then stepped back and he just shook his head.

“I meant a proper kiss,” he said, and then he just pulled me towards him and kissed me.

Bloody hell that man could kiss. He must have studied the subject to do it that well. In nothing flat I was completely lost in his kiss, quite eager to expand my education in this area.

Now I want to explain something to you. I was wearing a long strapless sundress. You know the sort of thing. It had an elasticized top that holds it up above the boobs, with the skirt reaching down to my ankles. Naturally, with a strapless sundress I was also wearing a strapless bra. My panties were just a simple thong. Very simple. Any simpler and I wouldn’t have been wearing any. But the point I’m trying to make is that my dress was ankle length.

That’s why it came as a distinct shock to me when I felt this big fat cock starting to push its way inside me. I just froze for a moment, trying to sort out what was what. It dawned on me that the movement of my dress against my legs hadn’t been just the dress rubbing against me but the dress being drawn up and bunched around my waist. My thong had proved as much as a hindrance as a bit of string (which it resembled) and had just been flicked to the side.

While I was sorting all this out, that big fat cock had pushed past my lips and was starting to make real ground in getting to know me. I managed to pull my head away from Tom, breaking the kiss and looking at him in shock.

I was going to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but it was bloody obvious that he knew. Even as I went to open my mouth he gave this little push, and he sank in even further. I wanted to tell him to take it out when my predicament suddenly dawned on. If I said stop, would he refuse to give us the health certificate?

While I was dithering, Tom was acting. His hands closed around my bottom and the next time he gave a little push he also pulled on my bottom, resulting gelibolu escort in his erection pushing all the way home. Just like that I was suddenly skewered on Tom’s cock, mouth hanging open in shock and extremely aware of what was going on.

Now that he was safely in me, Tom didn’t give me another chance to say no. His hand clamped over the back of my head and dragged it towards him and he was kissing me again.

You know, the lips are really sensitive, picking up the lightest touch, and Tom was totally ravishing mine. But that was not enough of a distraction, I assure you, to pull my attention away from other parts of my body.

While one hand was holding my head in place, his other one had pulled down the top of my sundress. That’s the trouble with elastic. It’s quite willing to stretch for whoever pulls on it. Tom didn’t even bothered to unclip my bra. He’d just pushed it down to join my top, letting my boobs pop out and present themselves.

Neither was Tom dilatory about making their acquaintance. His hand seized the nearest one and he was fondling it and playing with my nipple.

So he was kissing me, and it was exciting, but my attention was drawn from that to this hand that was playing with my breasts, which were lapping up the attention and letting me know it. And on top of all that was Tom’s cock and the fun it was having.

Now I know I called it a big fat cock, but honestly, it couldn’t possibly be as big as it felt. It was the unexpectedness of the situation that was exaggerating its size, I was sure. Not that knowing that helped. It still felt big and fat and it was in me.

And if kept on coming into me. I’m sure it must have been withdrawing at some stage but all I was really aware of was this cock charging in, in, and in again. It never stopped. And as far as I was concerned the situation was not improved by my pussy deciding it like the action and eagerly welcoming each thrust. My own damn body was betraying me.

I mean, it was practically rape, and I was just lapping it up, returning Tom’s kiss, pushing my breasts into his groping hand and absolutely grinding my groin against him, trying to take even more of him into me.

This was not the demure young woman I thought myself to be. As soon as Tom’s cock had forced its way past my lips I seemed to turn into a lust crazed tart, banging him just as hard as he was banging me.

If you’ve ever seen a cook with a spiked mallet tenderising a steak then you’ll know how my pussy felt. Tom was tenderising it to an amazing degree. It was sensitive enough to pick up the least movement of his cock and if it could speak it would have been shouting more gemlik escort please.

The bench that Tom had backed me against was bolted to the floor, and thank god it was. Tom drove in so hard that I finished up with a crease across my bottom, pressed in by the edge of the bench. And all the time, my excitement levels were rising.

My lips were screaming with joy, my breasts were singing their happiness and my pussy was driving me wild with its shrieking elation. By the time Tom suddenly stiffened and started hosing me down I was long lost. The first splash was enough to take me over the edge and I just happily slipped away into nothing but the feelings that wracked my body.

When I was cognitive of what was happening around me I saw Tom writing on a sheet of paper and signing it off. He held it up and I could see the words Health Certificate across the top. Then he rolled it up and snapped a rubber band around it and handed it to me.

Without another word, Tom turned and left, leaving me standing there in a most bemused state.

The first thing I did was put down the certificate, go to the restaurant bathroom and have a good shower. I didn’t even want to guess at what was trickling down my legs. After that I returned to the main restaurant and started doing all those silly little things on Tom’s list. It didn’t take long. Then I sat down and relaxed.

Four o’clock tolled up and there was a knock on the door. I answered it and there was this grey looking older man there. He smiled, nodded, and announced he was from the health department for the inspection.

I’m like, hey, what?

I told him that someone had already been and given us a certificate, but he shook his head. He was the local inspector. No-one else. I invited him in to see the certificate.

He opened the certificate and looked it over. Then, without even cracking a smile, he started to read it to me.

“This is to certify that I have inspected the premises and found them free of cholera, measles, whooping cough and bubonic plague.”

He gave me a dry look.

“Not exactly the sort of things we look for, I’m sure you will agree. The rest of the certificate expands on things that you don’t have. I’m pleased to see that you don’t include a slaughterhouse on the premises.”

Very funny. I snatched the certificate off him and started reading. I suppose it was funny in a way and no doubt my brother would enjoy it. Me, I wasn’t amused.

I sat back while the real health inspector did his stuff, but I could swear I could hear him sniggering every so often. He finished up, complimented me on the state of the place and filled out a genuine health certificate, which I read carefully. He seemed to find that funny, as well.

He departed leaving me with the certificate and a question.

If I had yielded to Tom because I thought he was the health inspector did that mean, because he wasn’t the health inspector, it was rape, as I didn’t know who was screwing me?

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*This is complete work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.*

*The persons within this story all of legal age, all acts depicted are consensual.*

*I also do not write the quick wham bam type stories, I enjoy the fantasy of the lead up.*

“Ah, finally it is Friday, the long work week is over,” I thought to myself as I pulled into my carport. I was loosening my tie as I walked in my dining room door, already planning my weekend of nothingness.

I walked into the kitchen to grab a cold glass of iced tea, sat down at the table to open my lap top and log onto my favorite story site, . When the site opened I went to my profile page to see if my latest story had been approved yet. When I saw that it had been I smiled and checked the comment page, there were only 3 so far, 2 anonymous with nice comments, but the 3rd really drew my attention. The poster name was listed as redcarpet, an intriguing name. As I read her comments about how she has enjoyed the stories I have posted, and looks forward to reading anything I post.

“I enjoy the erotic images that your stories put into my mind,” she posted, “they always help make my lonely nights more enjoyable.”

Before I sent my reply, I had to check her profile. One thing I always do, is reply to feedback, possitive or not. I feel if a person takes the time to leave a note, it is just the right thing to do by replying and thanking them for reading my story. Her profile listed her as a redhead in her 30’s, divorced and living in Washington State. I noticed that her join date was almost 1 year ago.

So I made a reply to her feedback saying, “thank you very much for reading my stories, I am happy that you found them erotic enough to enjoy, and it is my pleasure to bring you some little pleasure.” I then headed off to take a shower and relax a bit by reading some of the new stories.

After finishing my shower, I put on my robe and moved my laptop into the living room, relaxing on the sofa I was about to browse the new stories, when I noticed I had a PM, opening it I was shocked to see a message from redcarpet. “Just a quick note to tell you, you bring me more than just a little pleasure with your stories, please write more,” she had written.

I replied back, “You are why I write.”

I then went on to explore the newest stories to find some good erotic reading. I had just opened a story about an anonymous encounter that looked promising when the doorbell rang. I sat the laptop on the coffee table and answered the door, there stood my new neighbor. She had just moved into the condo next to mine last weekend. I had helped her move a few large items, and got her garage door opener working, simple fix, just replaced the batteries.

“Hi,” I said, “is the garage opener giving you problems again?”

“Oh no, it is working great.” she told me, “I saw you were home and wanted to thank you for your help last weekend.”

“It is my pleasure.” I stated. This seemed to bring a slight eyebrow lifted look from her.

“I am not sure if you enjoy wine,” she told me, “but I brought you over a bottle of my favorite as a thank you.”

“To be honest with you,” I said, ” seldom drink anything, but it is the weekend, please come in and we can share a glass and get a little acquainted.”

I stepped aside to let her in, closed the door and lead her to the kitchen so I could get the bottle opener and a couple glasses. We headed to the living room, I asked her to sit on the sofa, I opened the wine and poured tow glasses for us, then sitting on the other end of the sofa, we erdemli escort toasted to neighbors.

“So,” I said, “my name is Paul, it is a pleasure to have a new neighbor.”

“Hi Paul, I am Lisa, and I am please to meet you as well,” she said.

We chatted for about 30 minutes, finding out some information about each other, she had been divorced for just over a year, and had decided it was time to relocate and see if she could make a fresh start.

I told her that I was divorced as well, had been for 5 years, but I enjoyed Nevada and wanted to stay in town.

Lisa was an attractive woman, looking to be in her mid 30’s I guessed, very bright blue eyes and redish-brown hair that cascaded almost down to her waist and about 5’6″ or so.

At that point, there was a buzz from upstairs. “Excuse me a minute,” I said, “I need to take some towels out of the dryer.”

“My washer & dryer will be delivered next week,” she casually mentioned, “I look forward to that, I dislike going to the Laundromat.”

“Well,” I offered, “you are welcome to use mine if you need to.”

“Really, that would be so great,” she exclaimed, “I do have a small load I would like to get done, if you really don’t mind.”

“It would be my pleasure,” I said, please bring them over, you can get them done while we talk.”

Lisa stood up and said, “I will go grab my clothes and be right back, thank you so much.” I walked her to the door, when she had left I went upstairs to get my towels out of the dryer, folded them and put them in the closet.

I walked back downstairs to wait for Lisa by the door, she was just coming through the gate, I reached for her laundry basket to carry it upstairs for her.

“My, but aren’t you a gentleman,” she said smiling.

“It is my pleasure to please a lady,” I said with a wink.

She just kind of looked at me, starting to say something, but stopped.

I carried her basket upstairs, and told her I would go back down to the living room and pour us another glass of wine.

I had just poured the wine and set the bottle down when Lisa came downstairs, again thanking me for my help.

She sat down on the sofa, a bit closer to me this time as we again began to talk about miscellaneous adventures and mis-adventures in life. As we chatted, there were a couple dings from my laptop, my email program advising me of some incoming mail.

“Excuse me,” I said, “let me take a quick check of my email.”

As I turned the laptop so I could check my mail, at this point I realized I still had Lierotica open.

“Well,” she exclaimed, “Literotica!”

“I am surprised you knew the site,” I told her. “I enjoy the stories and have written a few.”

“Really?” She said, “I also am a member of the site, I was just reading some new stories earlier today.”

I opened my mail program and noted that the new emails were nothing of great importance.

“Please,” Lisa said, tell me about your stories, better yet, can I read them if you are not to embarrassed?”

“Lisa,” I said, “if I was embarrassed, I wouldn’t write, I must warn you, I do not write short bang bang stories, I like to lead up to things, it is my way of bring a little pleasure both to myself and others.”

After my statement, Lisa just looked at me, her eyes were lifted to the right as if in thought.

Just then the spin cycle ended on the washer, she stood up and turned to go upstairs and put her clothes in the dryer. Giving me a side glance as she went to the stairs.

“Paul,” she called down, “do you have any dryer sheets?”

“Yes,” fatsa escort I called back to her, “they are in the closet to the right.” I stood and walked to the bottom of the stairs, waiting to make sure she found them.

“Got em,” she said, “thanks.”

I looked up the stairs and was impressed by the sight of her shapely butt as she bent to put clothes in the dryer. I guess I was lost in thought while watching her bent over, because I did not notice she had finished loading the dryer and was standing and turning toward me.

She just looked at me and smiled as she started down the stairs.

“So,” she said as she returned to the sofa, “how about that story?”

“I am logged onto the site now,” I told her, “you can find my stories on my profile.” I handed her the laptop. She took it and as her finger was resting on the mousepad, she looked at me with what could only be construed as a lustful look, her blue eyes very sparkly.

“Is this really you, I mean your profile?” She asked.

“Yes, of course it is.” I stated

“Well in that case,” she said “I really don’t think I need to read your stories.”

Shocked I asked, “why is that, did something offend you?”

“OH dear Paul,” she whispered, “quite the opposite, um, well, Paul, I am redcarpet.”

“No way, wow,” I exclaimed, “you’ve got to be kidding me, we just exchanged a short pm a couple hours ago.”

“Now, it is I who is embarrassed,” she said, blushing slightly.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” I told her, “there were no inappropriate words exchanged, you left me a wonderful feedback message, and I replied.”

“It is the thoughts behind those words,” she said quietly. “I read your stories and fantasized that we, you and I were the characters.” “And when you sent the message about giving a little pleasure, um, well, I must admit, I got quite excited.”

“Well Lisa,” I said, “I guess now that you see the real me, just a old guy, with an active imagination, you may have to re-visualize your fantasies.”

“Paul,” she said, “it is your words that bring the fantasy, I honestly never pictured anything more than the visual descriptions in your stories. I think I need some more wine.”

Lisa reached for the bottle and rested one hand on my leg as she leaned to get it. When she poured her glass and replaced the bottle, her hand remained on my leg. Scooting a bit closer to me, she looked back to the laptop, closed it and leaned back into the couch, causing her hand to pull my robe open a bit. Her hand was now resting on my upper thigh, she seemed to be lost in thought as she sipped her wine, I reached down to adjust my robe, which had opened and exposed a lot of my bare leg.

The dryer buzzed, startling her out of her trance. She leaned forward to set down her glass, stood to get her laundry, saying, “let me get my clothes out so they don’t wrinkle, we have lots to talk about now.”

As Lisa ascended the stairs I watched her slowly walk up, there seemed to be a bit more sway to her step, and I swear I could hear her humming a bit.

While she was upstairs, I took the opportunity to drain my glass and pour myself another, standing to fix my robe and get my thoughts together. It had been a rather surprising revelation we just shared, and truth be told, I was very aroused.

I sat back down on the sofa, lost in my thoughts, thinking how close a fantasy had come to being a real time adventure, well, minus the adventure, but very real. I heard the dryer close, then I heard the bathroom door close and some water running. Figuring finike escort she had to use the restroom after having a few glasses of wine, I thought nothing about it.

A few minutes later Lisa was coming back down stairs, as she walked toward me, there was a very obvious difference in her appearance, causing me to gasp and get an immediate tent in my robe.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said seductively, “but I borrowed one of your t-shirts.”

My shirt barely came past her upper thighs, her nipples very clearly erect.

I just stared, mouth open, looking first at the clear outline of her breasts, down to the smoothness of her thighs. A vision of beauty that no words I could write would do justice.

“My God, you are a gorgeous woman,” I said, between my gasps of breath.

“This is an outfit you have in one of your stories, one that makes me the hottest.” She said as she walked toward me.

Lisa reached down and untied the belt on my robe, slowly opening and pulling it off of me. Then she reached for the t-shirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head, revealing her beautiful body to my eyes. She leaned forward and rubbed her breasts across my lips, I placed my hands around her waist, holding her close as I licked her nipples. I let my hands roam lower, it was then I noticed her tiny red panties.

“I bought these panties after I read your story,” she told me, “I fantasized wearing them for you.”

“They are almost the exact panties as I visualized in my mind when writing the story.” I told her. As I ran my hands down to her ass, feeling much more skin than fabric, I took a sharp intake of breath, as Lisa moaned.

Lisa leaned forward, climbing onto my lap facing me, placing her knees on either side of my thighs, lowering her panty clad body onto me. I could feel the warmth and dampness of her pussy as she rested herself on my hard dick, rubbing back and forth.

“Oh damn Lisa,” I moaned, “I don ‘t think my old body can take much of this, I know I will not last much longer with you rubbing my dick like this.”

“Paul, you are now in my fantasy,” she told me. “I want to do the things to you that I have imagined since reading your stories.”

“Lisa, you are more of a fantasy than my mind could ever imagine,” I told her as I leaned forward to kiss her sweet lips. “But, you know, I am just an old guy with an active brain,” I said, “I never dreamed that I would live out any of my fantasies or writings.”

“No Paul,” she whispered in my mouth between kisses, “this is my fantasy, yours will be later.”

She then wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing her tongue into my mouth, began gyrating on my lap. I was moaning into her mouth as I ran my hands over the cheeks of her ass, she was moving faster on my lap, I could feel her getting wetter and smell the musky odor of her body.

As I started to cum, I moaned, “Oh damn, Lisa, I am cuming, God, yes please let me cum!”

Her breast became faster, moving quicker on me she moaned, grabbed me tighter her lips locked on mine, our tongues dancing, I felt her movements stop, she was still and holding me tight as she groaned.

“Damn Lisa,” I said while catching my breath, “that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had.”

“Hmmm,” she said, “that sounds like a challenge to me, I want to see just how intense we can get.”

She slid off my lap, running kisses down my chest, seeing my cum all over my belly, looking up to my eyes, she began to lick my belly, lowering her mouth down taking my shrinking dick in her mouth she began sucking and licking, her mouth soft and warm. “We have only just begun,” she said.

I have gone on a lot longer than I anticipated, I will continue this story at another time. Look for Lisa’s red carpet to follow very soon. This story is pure fantasy, but I do think I can carry it on for a few chapters.

Thanks for staying with me.

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“Mm good morning.”

“Oh my god babe you scared me.”

“Hm, why? Are you expecting someone else?”

“Of course not. I just thought you’d have to stay for training later than this.”

My boyfriend is in the military. Currently he is going through a weeklong training program, and since I never see him, I thought I’d travel down to where he is and stay in a hotel on his base to be near him. Words cannot describe seeing him walk through the hotel door in his sexy uniform. Every morning I wake up wet, rubbing my pussy to this image. Thinking about it turns me on so much.

“Well I got out early. Now aren’t you excited to see me?

“Definitely. Now I don’t have to pleasure myself. You can do it for me.”

“Oh, yes. Good girl.”

“Come here babe. I want to make your cock nice and hard for me.”

After he ripped off his uniform, to my disappointment, he walked over to me on the ground where I was on my knees waiting for him. Running my tongue from the base to the tip, I licked hungrily up and down. I love his cock nice and wet from my mouth efeler escort before I slide it inside. Sucking on his tip, I stuck my tongue out so he could thrust in my mouth. Taking him deep down my throat, I sucked hard, with my tongue also lapping on the underside of his cock. I moaned around him, using my hand to jack him off in between deep throating. Cupping his balls, I made my way down his cock so I could suck on them. Flicking out my tongue, I latched on to one, then the other, while gripping his ass.

I could feel myself growing wetter with every lick, so I stood up so he could pleasure me. I slid off my panties, lied back on the bed, and opened my legs for him.

Touching my pussy lips, he said, “Mm are you ready for me?”

In answer, I pulled him down to my level and lifted my hips to his mouth. Watching him worship my pussy, I ground into his mouth, needing his cock to be thrusting into me. Usually I enjoy a lot of foreplay. I love fingering myself and coming before we have sex. My pussy is much more sensitive and I’m likely elbistan escort to orgasm with his cock inside me this way. But anyway, we were both so horny, as always, so I told him I needed his cock to fill me up and fuck me hard. I changed positions and put a pillow under my hips so he could get a deeper penetration. Pushing my legs wide, he slid inside me. I threw back my head and moaned, needing him as deep and fast as possible. I started grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples while I fucked his cock, taking what I needed. After several thrusts, I pushed him back and pinned his shoulders down so I could ride him. This is my favorite position to cum and he knows it.

He loves feeling my muscles tense all around him while I grab the sheets and release all over him. We definitely enjoy my cum. Since I squirt, I always tend to make a ‘mess,’ but it always turns him on more.

“Yeah baby, cum on my cock.”

“Oh, yes. I’m going to. Then I’m going to lick it all up.”

“Ah, yes. Do it for me.”

Straddling him, I made erciş escort his cock wet with my mouth again. Then right as I was about to put him inside me, I teased his tip against my folds, making me even wetter. I circled my clit with his cock and then reached down to lick off the pre cum that formed when I stroked his cock on my lips. As I was dripping pussy juice on his cock, I sat down on it hard, gripping him tightly. Bending down, I pulled my bra away from my tits so he could suck on my nipples while I rode him fast. Grabbing his shoulders, I tightened my muscles when I could feel my orgasm building, needing an intense release.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on me.”

“Oh god, I’m so close.”

My pussy was almost too wet to keep going. At last, I came forcefully, and squirted all over his cock, which dripped down to his balls. Collapsing on top of him, he pushed me back so he could cum in my mouth.

“Clean up your mess,” he commanded me after he grabbed my hair and put his cock in my face.

“Mm, yes baby.”

Licking up all the thick white pussy juice I made, I sucked his cock vigorously, using my hand to make him cum. I jacked him off fast until he released into my mouth. Looking up at him, I swallowed it, and then licked my lips to get any remaining cum. Lying back, I smiled knowing that the next day, the same thing would happen again.

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David Spencer had hidden his ancestry well. No one in the states knew that he was a direct descendant of the infamous Dr. Frankenstein, who created the creature that wrought fear in the people of the tiny village in Transylvania. And resulted in the tragic deaths of the scientist, his assistant, and the creature. No one knew that Frankenstein’s fiancee had left the country already pregnant with his child. But because of the scandal of his hideous creature, Frankenstein’s bride-to-be fled to America to hide and start a new life. It was there that she met another scientist fell in love. He treated her like a princess, and the baby she bore, he adopted. Thus the name Frankenstein was removed from the family, until the children were told of their true heritage, when they reached adulthood.

It was 5 years ago, today, October 31st, that David’s grandmother told him of his true heritage. Ironic, David thought, that I am a scientist, too. Not only a scientist, but a surgeon. Ever since his grandmother had told him about his family’s past, David found himself curious about his ancestor’s acheivments and final disaster. Which is what brought him here…to Transylvania. It was as his grandmother had told him. The mob, of so long ago, had chased the creature to the windmill, where the doctor and his assistant followed and got trapped. The angry and scared mob set fire to the mill and burnt it down.

No one seeming to have a thought about the old castle where the creature was given birth. It was there, 5 months ago, that David found all of Frankenstein’s notes on how he created his monster. David found that he was becoming more fascinated and positive that it could be accomplished. With the advancements that science has made in the years since the original creature’s birth, David’s scientific mind began forming the plan for another creature. A new creature. A scientific breakthrough of new proportions.

He began researching the small town and its inhabitants. He amazingly found Ian…a descendant of Frankenstein’s assistant, who was eager and willing to help David in his quest. Contrary to what people had been lead to believe, Igor was not a deformed man, himself. Just a short-statured man, who had fallen from a roof he was repairing. The injuries are what caused his limp and slightly bent posture. Unknown to them, he had had many lovers. Several had been local wenches. One of which bore him a son, but which they kept secret, since Igor was married. His wife tragically died in a horse accident, and that is when he met and began working for the scientist, in the castle, outside of town. But the mother of his child, raised him and passed on down the line the truth of their heritage.

David and Ian worked for months repairing and improving the equipment in the dusty, old laboratory. Then began their plans on creating a better creature, and dazzling the minds of other medical greats. Some things didn’t change, and they had to plan to steal a freshly deceased body, and a brain. In such a small town, things hadn’t changed much in nearly a hundred years. David and Ian were careful not to be seen entering or leaving the old castle. They could still hear the stories being told of that long-ago night, when a terrible creature had been destroyed. It was David’s first day there, when he heard the story being told by an old man in the local pub, and when he decided it would be best not to let the locals know of his goings-on. Ever since, David, and then Ian with him, would do their work at the castle at night.

Five months later, their work is finished and the final work was to be done tonight. October 31,2001. Exactly 100 years from the day of the original creature’s birth. David and Ian quietly wound through the quiet streets, with their horse’s hooves wrapped in burlap, to keep from making noise on the cobble-stoned road. They quietly entered the graveyard, and found the newly dug grave. The poor man was a victim of an accidental stabbing, and bled to death, since there was no surgeon nearby. A perfect specimen for David. He knew he could repair the damage easily. When they finished digging up the man and loaded his body on the wagon, they filled the hole with dirt again, and headed back to the castle. When the body was situated on the table, David sent Ian to retrieve the new brain. Ian returned, without incident, and David had just finished removing the man’s own brain. They carefully finished and closed him up. Thanks to David’s skill, the sutures were well hidden.

It was time for the final stage. They strapped the man on the table and applied the electrodes that would send electric currents through the body and bring him back to life. To their credit, David and Ian had picked a fine specimen. He was a tall man, at 6’2″, with broad shoulders and a firm physique. Afterall, he was 30 and the local carpenter, and used to hard physical work. He had brown hair, and if his eyes opened again, they would be a captivating blue. A physical attribute that the good doctor and his assistant were not aware of, or had even thought of, was his dick. It merzifon escort was normal when soft, but when he was alive, the carpenter was well known with the women, of having the biggest dick, in town. Not that any them left town. He had satisfied many of the horny women, of this small town, and they all had shown up for his burial. Their husbands/lovers never knowing the true reason why they cried so. That they would miss his talented tongue and his satisfying 10″ dick.

David and Ian watched as the elctricity passed through the body and anxiously anticipated the results of their efforts. David had Ian shut off the current, at the precise moment he signalled, and then they bent over the man. David, with his stethescope, listening for a heartbeat…a breath. Then, finally, he heard it. A short breath, then a faint thump. As he listened, they got stronger…louder. Until he was breathing regularly, and his heart beat steadily. David and Ian shouted with glee and danced around table, as the man awakened. They stopped and unstrapped him, then began working on motor skills. He walked around the lab with just a slight waver, but as he walked, it disappeared and he was walking normally. Then they worked on speach.

Amazingly, all it took was some refreshing, and the man was talking as if it had been moments, not years since his death(afterall, it WAS someone else’s brain). They were soon chatting and talking of everyday things. Finding out that the man, via the new brain, was a man of science himself. David felt safe in revealing the truth of how the man became, and he sat quietly, as David told him how he came about. Afraid that the man would be angered, he was quite surprised when he asked questions and seemed to be fine with it. David relaxed and asked what the man wanted to be called. Did he want to be called by his own name or a new one? The man chuckled and replied,”I think Adam would be nice. A new beginning, for a new man.” They agreed and decided to go to the kitchen for some food. They ate and talked until dawn, then decided to get some sleep.

Later, in the afternoon, they all sat eating lunch discussing what to do now. It was decided that the man couldn’t be seen locally, since too many people would recognize his face as the dead man. So they planned on Adam returning to America with David. Ian was sorry to see them go, but was happy in knowing that they were successful. In time, David would be able to reveal their accomplishment to society, and not fear the terror Frankenstein had faced. Until then he could only trust a very few to keep his secret.

A couple of days later, David and Adam were flying across the Atlantic, and returning to David’s home in Virginia. Time passed quickly, and Adam fell gracefully into the medical world and related well with other people. He had a secret that he hadn’t shared with David though. His sexual appetite seemed to consume him. It was now almost a year later, the night before Halloween…the night of his birth, and Adam still kept this to himself. Not a day had gone by, since that first afternoon that he woke up after he was made, that he had to relieve himself. That first afternoon, he was unsure, but followed instinct and stroked his hand over his long dick until his cum erupted and landed on his stomach and chest. It was a strong orgasm and he was more than happy to experience it over and over again. Sometimes more than 6 times a day.

Adam had to be careful, since the sight and smell of women triggered his libido, and he would get an instant hard-on. But what he fought the hardest, was his attraction to David’s sister, Laura. She was the youngest of the family, and still treated as the baby, although she fought hard to prove herself an adult, to her family.

She was hardly a child, being 25, and a teacher. But, like most families where the youngest child is also the only daughter, Laura was still pampered, despite her efforts to get her family to stop. They still treated her like she was 12 and didn’t know anything about the real world. All except Adam. He was the only one who treated her like an adult. He didn’t ruffle her hair when he passed her, or spoke to her in an almost condescending tone. Granted she was still a virgin, but not because of wanting to be. it was more from her big brothers(there were 3)threatening any of her boyfriends. To the point where Laura gave up and waited until she was out of the house, and on her own. Until that time, Laura had to pleasure herself, for satisfaction. She snuck porn videos into her room and watched them as she fingered herself to an orgasm. Learning by watching, until she could experience it for herself. Lately, Laura had begun to notice David’s friend, Adam more. He was always quiet, but treated her with respect and as an adult.

She had never thought of herself as more than just a little attractive. Another strike against her brothers, since they scared the shit out of any potential suitors so they would be too scared to voice what they thought of her, or her body. But seeing some of the mezitli escort looks that Adam had given her, gave her a new confidence…a new awakening in her own body. For Laura recognized the looks from Adam, as the same looks on the faces of the stars in the movies she watched late at night…looks of wanting…of desire. She had even caught a look at the sudden bulge in his pants, before his quick retreat and left the house. The sight of his size, regardless that it was covered, caused an immediate wetness between Laura’s thighs. She quickly excused herself to bed, but used it as an excuse to go to her room and relieve the pressure in her groin. She quickly stripped and lay on her bed, her fingers pinching her already hard nipples…causing more wetness between her thighs.

Her legs parted and she fingered her wet lips and clit, then pushed two fingers into her hot snatch and began pumping them. She pumped faster, rubbing her thumb over her clit…thinking of Adam and his cock. Imagining he was pumping it in her virgin pussy. That thought, combined with her fingers, had Laura reaching the pinnacle, then falling as she experienced the strongest orgasm she had ever had. Lying on her bed, legs still spread and fingers buried in her pussy, Laura’s mind wasfilled of possibilities. All including Adam, for Laura now new that Adam HAD to be the one. The man to take her virginity…to make her a true woman. Now she had to make sure he felt the same as she did. For if Laura was truthful, she had liked Adam from the moment David had brought him home from his trip overseas. She had to admit, his accent was a bit of a turn-on, too. But more than anything, it was that they got along so well, and her whole family liked him, so were less likely to try to scare him away.

Laura got up off her bed, and went to the bathroom, which she had access to from her room. She turned on the shower, and as she waited for it to warm up, she looked at herself, really looked at herself, as a man would see her, in the full length mirror. She was of average height, at 5’7″, with long dark brown hair and piercing gray eyes. Her face was heart shaped, and there were slight dents on each side of her mouth, where dimples appeared when she smiled, which was often. Her gaze travelled lower to her breasts, and she turned to the side admiring their firmness, for 36C. She ran her hand over her flat stomach and stopped as it reached her well trimmed pubic hair. She turned a little more to look at her ass, and was pleased to notice that it, too, was firm. Her thighs were well sculpted, too. It pays to have a membership at the Y and be able to swim year round. Finishing her self-inspection, and happy with what she saw, Laura climbed into the shower and washed. Images of Adam running through her mind…and even as she fell asleep, and every day since.

Adam found himself thinking more and more about Laura, too. Ever since he saw her eyes widen, not in shock, but in pleasure, when his dick hardened, that night at her parent’s house. He would get hard whenever he thought of her. Whether it was of a sexual nature or not. He tried to think of other women, and even dated some, but Laura was stuck in his mind. His body and heart told him he had to have her, but his head told him that her family would stand in the way. Even if he was David’s friend. He was afraid of what even David would do, if he and Laura became lovers. But no matter what Adam thought, or tried to convince himself of, his mind wandered to Laura and himself.

The images overtaking his thoughts of staying away, and making his dick harden. Soon finding he had to relieve himself, once again, to the thoughts of pleasuring Laura, then releasing his cum-filled cock deep into her tight pussy. At that thought, Adam’s cock exploded and he watched as his cum shot into the air, then landed on his face, chest and stomach. His moans filled the air, as he slowly relaxed. This was becoming almost a constant state for Adam, and he needed a release. He HAD to have Laura. Damn the consequences of her family. He quickly formed a plan. Hoping she was free, Adam picked up the phone, and dialed Laura’s cell phone. He knew it was her lunch time, at the school, so she would have the phone turned on. It rang twice, then her soft voice, with her quiet southern drawl answered. His breath caught in his throat, for a moment, then he answered,”Laura, it’s Adam.” Was that a gasp of pleasure?”Adam! Hi! Is something wrong?”

“No. Nothing is wrong. I was calling to see if it was too late to invite you to a Halloween party. A colleague of David’s is having it at their place, and….”

“I’d love to. What time will you pick me up?”

“Ummm, how’s 8? At least Halloween is on a Friday.”

“Great! I’ll be waiting. See you tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow, then. Bye.”

Adam let out a sigh and began stroking his cock. It had hardened as he talked to Laura, and he now stroked it as he imagined what would happen Friday. A pleasant way to celebrate Halloween…AND his birthday.

Friday finally midyat escort arrived, and Adam and Laura spent the day eagerly awaiting for the night to come. Adam got home and showered, then dressed in his costume. Chuckling to himself, as he put on the green rubber mask that so many people associated with Frankenstein’s first creation. Little did they know…

Laura took her time, after work, to shower and shave. Taking care to trim her pubic hair, shampoo her hair, and then washed with her lavender scented body wash. She dried off, then went into her room to get dressed. She smiled as she dressed, thinking the same as she had all week since Adam called. Tonight it would happen. Adam would make her a woman. At last. She pulled on the red bikini panties, then the black sheer thigh-high hose, that she fastened to the black garter belt. Then she put on the short black leather skirt, and red halter top. She applied some make up and red lipstick. She added gold loop earrings, and then began putting on a coat of red fingernail polish on her nails. When her nails were dry, Laura walked to her bed and slipped on the black 3″ high heels. She walked into the bathroom and looked at the reflection looking back at her. She smiled, pleased at the results. She hoped that dressed like this, she would be too sexy for Adam to resist her any longer.

At 8 sharp, the bell rang. Laura’s parents had already left for another party, so she was alone. She answered the door, and smiled as Adam stood in the doorway. She took in his Frankenstein’s monster outfit and laughed. What a pair they would be, a monster and a whore. Adam laughed, too, and asked if she was ready. She grabbed a jacket, as it was getting cool and they walked to his car. They talked of how their day went at work, then about the party.

“If you get too bored, let me know and I’ll bring you home. I’m not big onparties myself, but thought we should at least stay for a little while.”

Laura chuckled,”I remember past parties. I will let you know, but you should be able to tell when I’m ready.” If he only knew how much she was already.

Adam sighed,”At least one hour. After that, we’ll blow the joint. OK?”

Laura nodded,”Fine. One hour.”

They arrived at the house, and walked the path lit by tiny jack-o-lantern lights. The porch was lit with a black light-bulb, and you could hear eerie sounds emanating from inside the house. A skeleton sat on the porch swing, with a huge bowl of candy in it’s lap, for any children who dared take any. It looked like plenty had. Adam rang the bell, and Dracula answered the door. He greeted them and ushered them into the large living room, where the party was taking place.

The furniture had been removed and chairs placed around the perimeter, so you could sit, but still be part of the party. Adam and Laura mingled…Laura staying close to Adam, since she really didn’t know many people. Laura looked from the matron dressed as Queen Elisabeth, across the room, and saw David, dressed in a doctor’s coat, heading their way. His date was dressed as a sleazy nurse. Typical, Laura thought, they all dress the same. Each year David brought a new date, and each year they dress as a sleazt nurse. Her brother had NO imagination, Laura thought. David greeted Laura with a kiss on the cheek, and shook Adam’s hand. He looked Adam over and commented,”Nice costume.” Adam shrugged and answered,”I thought it was appropriate.” david laughed, “So it is. Hapy Birthday.” Laura turned to Adam,”I didn’t know it was your birthday. Happy Birthday, Adam.” With that she pulled his face down to hers, and kissed him full on the lips. Leaving bright red lip marks on his mask. They all laughed, and Laura wiped the lipstick off the mask.

They both spent time flirting with each other. By the time the hour was up, they were both at the breaking point and needed to leave. They thanked the host and hostess for inviting them, then left. They nearly ran to Adam’s car, and no sooner were they inside, they were wrapped in each other’s arms…kissing. Mouths open and tongues delving deeply. Exploring every possible inch. Adam pulled back and breathlessly asked,”Are you sure?” Laura nodded and answered,”More than anything.” Adam turned and started the car. Arriving at his home in a record 10 minutes. He unlocked his door, and as soon as they were in the door, he grabbed Laura and crushed her to him. Her entire length pressed against his. Her soft curves cradling all his hard plains.

They kissed passionately, as Adam held her against him, and walked them to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed, and slowly stripped her of her clothing. Moaning as each piece revealed more of her to him. Until she lay naked, before him. He let his hands trail slowly over her body, and gently parted her thighs. His fingers lightly parted her wet pussy lips, then slipped two fingers deep. Laura moaned and arched her back. Pushing her hips into his hand. Adam stroked faster, and soon Laura’s cries filled the room. Adam gently rubbed her pussy as she relaxed, then leaned over to kiss her lips. Then down to her tits. Sucking, and pulling on them with his mouth. Laura was moaning again, then reaching for him. Her hands worked quickly, undressing him. Then, finally, he was. Gloriously naked. His hard dick standing proudly out in front of him. Laura grasped his hard cock and pulled him to her.

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Adina climbed up out of the cupola onto the top of the bearcat where Asher was scanning the horizon with binoculars. He looked like some kind of black clad statue silhouetted against the burning bright landscape and blue sky.

The faded and dingy white of the longhunter emblem on his pauldrons stood out starkly in the bright sun. The helmet with crossed pistol and sword beneath, all bracketed between wings seemed to almost burn against his dark armored shoulder.

“Anything?”

Asher dropped his hands but continued to stare out across the dusty, empty expanse. “Nothing,” he answered sourly. When he turned to her, his face was like a mask; hard, thoughtful, his expression locked in concern and concentration. Adina could feel the anger that lay just beneath it. His expression had barely changed since they’d left the camp two days ago searching for Nat.

Just as the boy Teppi had said, faint tracks led from the camp in a direction no one from the camp would normally go.

It felt like weeks had passed since they stood on the quarry camp’s outskirts and Asher had stopped Omar when the big man began organizing a search party.

“We’ll follow the tracks,” he’d told Omar. “We’re better suited to deal with it if something’s happened.” Asher held Omar’s eyes. “Search the camp. Make sure he’s not here.” It was a kind expression, not a command.

Omar stewed angrily for a few moments before Priav approached and laid her hand on his arm. Adina remembered thinking Priav’s red brown complexion framed within the curtain of her grey and white braids seemed especially striking in that moment.

Priav looked up into Omar’s face, holding his hand in hers. “We need to make certain he isn’t here, that something hasn’t happened to him in camp.” She watched Omar’s eyes and nodded to Asher without looking away. “He’s right. Let them do what they do. You do what you are her to do.” She squeezed his hands. “Protecting our camp.”

Omar looked no happier. His jaw cabled, the damaged muscles in the right side of his face sagging and pulling. He nodded his head, then turned to Asher.

“Find who did this, Myrmidon.” Omar’s words were bitten off and harsh. Adina could see Omar didn’t believe Nat was anywhere in camp. Omar watched Asher’s lapis blue eyes for a moment, then turned away. Priav lingered watching Omar as he walked away. She didn’t say anything, she just turned and watched Asher with old eyes, her expression neutral, but Adina could feel the resigned tension behind it.

She doesn’t think Nat is in camp either.

Priav turned and raised her arms shepherding those who’d gathered back toward the rest of the camp. “We must search the camp! Nat may be here!” Priav looked to someone pointed. “Put your swimmers into the quarry! If something has happened and he is there, we need to know!”

Adina’s heart crashed to rocky bottom, the image of Nat floating face down in the quarry’s beautiful waters was like a dagger stabbing her in the chest.

Asher had all but pulled her along by her elbow as he strode back to the bearcat.

“He isn’t here.” And in those three words she could hear everything; anger, heartbreak, fear.

Less than an hour after Teppi had found them at the bluff, Adina was sitting in the driver’s seat of the bearcat as they rolled out of camp. Asher leaned out of the passenger door, following the faint trail. It ended in a ravine half a mile away that was empty save for the remains of a small fire and set of tire tracks heading west.

“Why take Nat?” she’d asked as Asher squatted studying the tire tracks.

He shook his head. “Just a slave maybe. Maybe someone that could tell them about the camp’s defenses.” He glared westward, then he got up and walked back to the bearcat. “We need to go. They have at least a whole night’s head start on us.”

Standing on top of the bearcat, Adina wrapped a hand around Asher’s leather clad, armored sleeve. “We’ll find him.”

He finally turned his eyes to her. They were so hard it hurt her heart. The severe cut of his short cropped white hair and beard only intensified the effect. He just watched her eyes, then put a hand gently on her cheek. “I hope so. But you need to be prepared. Even if we do find him.” He looked in the direction they had been heading. “It could be bad.”

Adina kissed his dusty sleeve. “But we’re going to find him. No matter what,” she told him with absolute certainty. He didn’t look back at her and she could hear his emotion in the way he swallowed hard. He nodded.

Adina hadn’t realized how fond Asher was of Nat until the boy went missing. It might have just been that Nat was a child. The image of Asher’s joyous face as he played with the children at the water’s edge was a bitter irony compared to the harshness of his expression now. But Asher’s reaction had been so sudden and extreme. He was genuinely fond of Nat.

After that Asher had closed up on her like a door slamming shut. He’d barely talked lefkoşa escort to her since they’d left. She tugged on his arm slightly to try and get him to look at her. When he didn’t, she reached up and put a hand on his cheek and turned his face to hers.

“Please don’t shut me out, Asher.” She watched his eyes. “I can feel how upset you are. But we’re in this together.” She leaned up and gave him a kiss. Then just watched his eyes. “Alright?”

He swallowed again and nodded. “We should get moving.” He climbed down into the cupola leaving her standing alone on top of the bearcat staring out in the sun scorched, empty plain.

They drove for another day and it was fully dark when she turned to Asher from where she sat in the passenger’s seat. “We need to stop, Asher.” She leaned across the console and put a hand on his arm. We haven’t stopped to rest in three days.”

The only sleep they’d gotten was napping in the passenger seat as the other person drove and she could barely move from exhaustion. “We need to stop and rest.” She pointed out the windows. “You’re not going to see anything in this.”

Adina wasn’t sure exactly what he was following. She couldn’t see a thing. But he seemed certain. Every now and then they stopped, and he hopped out, squatting down and looking at some clue or standing and gazing into the distance at some other inscrutable sign.

Asher didn’t answer her. She squeezed his arm, more insistently. “We need to sleep – real sleep, if only for a few hours.” He didn’t look at her, but the bearcat slowed. His head sagged and he nodded in agreement.

The anguished gesture was heartbreaking. Of everything she’d seen of his many emotional states up to now, this was new. She stepped around the console and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head against his. “Shhh… It’s alright.” Tears rolled from her eyes, her heart feeling like it was being dragged downward by a hook in her chest.

Asher put a hand on her and firmly squeezed her arm. “He’s just a kid.”

Adina kissed his hair and pulled herself tightly against him. “I know.”

They settled down on the mattress, Asher’s heavy, armored coat hanging from one of the shelves. Adina’s head rose and fell with his breathing and she pulled herself tightly to him, everything inside her a confused tumult of fear for Nat, anxiety, and helplessness. She kissed Asher’s chest and climbed on top of him. Her lapis flecked hazel eyes watched his as her long dark hair streamed over one shoulder in her loose ponytail. Adina ran her hands across his strong chest, then leaned down and put her lips on his. It was like kissing a stone at first as she lightly laid her lips on his. Then she kissed him with more urgency and his hands moved, his arms wrapping around her. He kissed her back and she put her hands on the sides of his face, her elbows on his chest, stroking his white bearded cheeks.

“I love you, Asher.” She whispered it, kissing him more and caressing his cheeks. “I love how strong you are.” She stopped and watched his eyes. “And how much you care.” She kissed him more, becoming more and more aroused.

Asher took hold of her shirt and tugged it up, not hard, but insistently. She sat up and let him pull her shirt off over her head, holding her arms up and displaying herself for him. As he put her shirt aside, she took his hands and put them on her breasts. He cupped them, squeezing gently, his fingers playing over her nipples. The thrill that ran through her arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands.

“Ohhh… yes, Asher.”

Part of Adina wanted to find a way to help ease his pain, but another part simply missed his hands on her. Since they’d met, this was the longest they’d gone without having sex and her body ached for him.

She pulled his shirt up and as soon as it was off, kissed his chest. He pushed her upright, his mouth finding her breasts, sucking each nipple. She hissed at the feel of his tongue and lips on her hard, sensitive buds. Her breath caught and her legs clenched closed a little as the smoldering ache inside her blew into sudden flames. He pulled her long, dark hair out of the ponytail so that her hair fell loosely around her shoulders and ran a hand over her hair and where it lay over her breasts. Adina’s breath came fast as she reached down and opened his pants, then slid her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around his hard penis.

“Ohhh… yes…” she whispered.

Adina hung onto the shelf with one hand, her head thrown back, breathing hard, the tail of Asher’s coat brushing her face as he thrust into her from behind. She was on her knees on the mattress, lost in the ecstatic sensation of him inside her. The ache of her wanting him had turned into building tension. Adina groaned at him filling her so completely. She could feel every sensation as he slowly pushed in and then withdrew, their lovemaking slow and intense.

“It’s so deep!” she moaned, already lüleburgaz escort so tight inside, each push of his cock a thrill that drove her closer and closer to the edge as she pushed back against it. Her other hand was on his, holding it firmly, his thumb pushed into her ass. Adina bit her lip, her hips rolling as everything inside her tummy clenched. She gripped his hand hard feeling her nails on his skin, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Keep going! Just like that!”

He kept his movements rhythmic and certain, and the slow build was tormenting, her legs shook, and her hand on the shelf failed. She fell face down onto the mattress, clinging to his hand, her other hand grasping at the shelf with no coordination as he continued the inexorable, slow driving rhythm. The sudden, sharp pleasure pain of her body giving way made her yelp as her orgasm tore through her. Her feet kicked in uncontrolled spasms, everything inside her feeling like it was clenched around his cock. Even as her body shuddered and bucked, he held her tightly, his thumb still in her ass, driving into her, pushing her through her orgasm. Her whole body locked, and she felt the sudden flood down her legs. Everything was spinning.

Adina was twitching and trembling helplessly, sagged onto the mattress when she felt him pull out of her. A relaxed moan rose up from somewhere deep inside her. “I’ve missed you,” she panted into the mattress.

Asher wrapped an arm around her, and the strong arm pulled her easily against him. Adina turned and settled her head on his chest, luxuriating in how relaxed she felt after her shaking orgasm.

Once her breathing had slowed, Asher carefully rolled her onto her back and got between her legs, looking down at her. His expression had softened, but the crease between his eyebrows was still there. She ran a hand over his scarred, tattooed chest as he pushed his cock along her labia and clit, making her twitch all over again. She smiled, watching him watch her, arching her back and rolling her hips to meet his movement. He stroked strands of her long dark hair out of her face, then bent and kissed her. It was a long, gentle thing. Adina wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his back pulling herself up against him, smashing her breasts against his chest. “I want you so bad,” she whispered in his ear.

Asher started gently but their lovemaking quickly grew into violent animalistic mating. Adina was streaming with sweat, her body arching and collapsing, nothing but a rag doll in his powerful arms as he mercilessly driving his cock into her. He only rested for a moment after his first orgasm before rolling her onto all fours and taking her again. She was so exhausted, she’d come over and over, thrown into fits of primal ecstasy by his wildness, taking what he wanted from her as she moaned and cried, her body responding instinctively.

She’d felt his hot rush of semen a third time before he finally collapsed down on top of her, sweat soaked and panting. Adina had no idea how many times she’d cum or if she’d just been in a constant ebb and flow of one for… however long it had been.

She didn’t care. She just lay there feeling him on top of her, both of them heaving in ecstatic exhaustion.

He finally rolled off of her and pulled her against his chest again. She watched his belly rise and fall rapidly as he caught his breath. She was sore. She had to let her breathing calm again before she could say anything. She kissed his chest, tasting his salty sweat again.

“Are you alright?” She asked between deep breaths. “You’ve never… done anything like that to me before.” She glanced up at his face.

He nodded, still breathing hard as he rolled his head to kiss her sweat matted hair. He turned lapis blue eyes to hers. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head and kissed his chest again. “No. You’ve just never been that way before.” A shadow seemed to pass over his expression. She set her chin on his chest, holding his eyes firmly. “You did not hurt me, Asher. I’m fine.” She raised an eyebrow at him and kissed his chest playfully again to ease what felt like sudden tension. “I’m going to be sore… I’m already sore. And I’m going to walk funny,” she grinned at him. “But you didn’t hurt me.” She slid up and took his face between her hands kissing him deeply. He drew her onto his sweaty chest returning her kisses. She pulled back and watched his expression. He pushed hair out of her face again with a gentle finger. “You’re never going to hurt me, Asher.” She ran a hand over a shaved side of his head, cocking her head and taking in his white hair, the curve of his beard. She ran a finger lightly over his lips. “I’ve never been able to say that about anyone else in my life. She kissed him again. “That’s why I love you.”

Adina grimaced at a sudden muscle spasm in her tummy, dropping her head against his chest and laughing. “But I think I need a break!”

Half magosa escort a day later, Adina was still having aches from their intense sex. She just grinned when it happened. It brought her right back to the feelings and his amazing expression of release when he finished the last time. It was only in looking back that she realized how amazing it was. She was too caught in the sensations at the moment to really understand what was happening. A blush suddenly ran up her neck as she thought about being so completely lost in it.

She looked out into the unending sameness, the images of their hard sex running through her head when a long vertical line in the distance off to their right drew her attention. She sat up in the passenger seat and squinted, the thoughts of she and Asher fading. It wasn’t a dust devil. It was too dark. She grabbed the binoculars

“What do you see?” Asher asked from the driver’s seat.

Adina pointed. “What’s that? Is that smoke?”

The bearcat rolled to a stop and Asher looked across her. “Yeah, it sure looks like it.” He climbed out of the driver’s seat and pushed hanging things out of the way pulling the big sniper rifle from its storage place, then climbed up the ladder to the top of the bearcat. As Adina put her head up through the cupola a moment later, Asher was on his belly on the top of the truck. “Stay low. We don’t know what they might be able to see. We already stick up pretty high.” Adina laid down next to him looking through the binoculars as he popped out the bipod on the rifle and looked down the large scope.

It was a streamer of smoke, but it looked like it was a long way away. In the glaring sun it was hard to tell. It came and went in the heat shimmers.

“Yeah, that’s smoke,” Asher confirmed, watching carefully. “But it’s a long way away – miles.” His cheek was laying against the rifle stock as he glanced away from the scope to get a good look around, then looked through the scope again. “With the heat haze it’s hard to tell how far away it is.” Asher got up on his knees and folded the bipod closed, snapping the covers over the ends of the scope again. “But that’s got to be it, a camp of some kind. That much smoke isn’t from just a few people.” He settled onto his knees. “Now we just need to figure out how to approach it.”

Adina stared at the smoke through the binoculars. She’d envisioned catching up to the single vehicle. The idea they would encounter a whole camp hadn’t crossed her mind. She rolled to look up at him. “What are we going to do?”

Asher let out a long breath, watching the streamer for a moment before answering. “I don’t know yet. We need to see what we’re dealing with.” He looked down at her. “But no matter what, we’re in for a fight. Do you feel ready for that?”

Adina’s heart climbed into her throat. The feeling of rough cord being tied around her wrists was suddenly there again, raw and terrifying. The pain of the punches, the kicks in the stomach, being dragged when she couldn’t breathe. When she could barely stand. And their leering eyes, their laughter…

Suddenly Nat was there in her mind’s eye. His small wrists were red and raw from the rough cord. He was so small compared to them as they punch, kicked, laughed and leered at him. The image clattered against the memory of him at the edge of the quarry; so joyous as he helped the little girl out of the water.

And another kind of heat suddenly blossomed in Adina.

Not again…

Adina’s teeth clamped together so hard it made her head ache. She nodded at Asher, unsure if she could get words out past the sudden fierce emotions. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “We’re…” Adina ground her teeth together and looked straight into his eyes, swallowing again. “We’re going to get him home.”

Asher nodded, watching the intensity in her eyes.

The camp was much further away than Adina had imagined. It had taken more than three hours of cautious driving for them to reach a place where they could safely see it and not be seen. The sun was just setting as she and Asher crawled up to the top of a rocky hill. They’d left the bearcat in a low depression not far away. As soon as Adina pushed her head up enough to see the camp, she felt the spasm in her chest and her heartbeat was suddenly thundering in her ears. The camp was much larger than she’d expected.

There were the typical shade shelters, just cloth strung up between poles or over shoddy structures. But there were also rows of metal cages with dozens of people in them. And half a dozen vehicles were parked around the camp’s perimeter.

“I thought you said there was no one out here!” she whispered fiercely.

Asher shook his head, carefully bringing the sniper rifle up. “Well, there aren’t supposed to be!” He settled the big rifle, scanning the camp through the scope. “Priav and Rafi were right. There’s a lot of empty space out here. We must have just missed whatever is out here on our patrols.” He was quiet for a moment, observing the camp half a mile away. “It isn’t really surprising, I guess. We like to think we’re more efficient than this. Obviously, we’re not.”

Adina searched the camp through the binoculars, but they were too far away for her to see any real details. “Can you see Nat?”

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The granite felt smooth against the skin of my buttocks. In those places where my panties gave way to the outside world it was cool. In the places where my kitty was touching them, they were wet. Every now and then I would sway my hips from side to side, just to rub the seam in a little more. I imagined it was his finger teasing me there.

I could feel the smooth edge of the countertop where the backs of my thighs met it. My legs and feet dangling off the side. My shoes were nearly falling off, but I didn’t feel like lifting them back into place. Besides, I didn’t think that they would be on my feet much longer. He was coming back to the kitchen now.

I liked the way that he looked. His youthful face grown into a much stronger man’s. The way that he carried himself with so much confidence. His shirt was tucked into a pair of Levi’s. He was toeing off his sneakers into the corner of the room. He looked at me; then paused.

“You’re still dressed.” He said to me.

“Am not.” I replied.

“You have clothing on. Still dressed.”

“What? My bra and panties are not clothing.”

“I can’t see your whole body. Still dressed.”

I felt like a child playing with fire. It was a dangerous game to test him this way. To push his buttons, the way that he always pushed mine. He wasn’t going to give up, and I didn’t want to give in. Damn it, I was the one always giving in. Couldn’t he give in this time? He just looked at me, waiting.

He crossed out of the kitchen and towards the bar. “We can start when you’re naked.” He said without even looking at me. He went about his work of making his drink. As if knowing that I would simply do as he wanted. He was right. As always.

I began by kicking off my heels. I literally flipped my foot up and the shoe went flying across the room. Bang! It sounded as it clanked towards the tile floor. Not a single word or concession from him. I felt like throwing the other one at his head.

I reached back to unfasten my bra. It was the only thing I really hoped to leave on. After all, with breasts as big as mine, one needed the reassurance of the bra to hold them up, so as not to drag to my navel. I felt fingers with mine. Warm strong fingers. His fingers. The fingers I hoped would be touching me and my growing wetness, soon. I gave another wiggle.

“Here. Let me help you.” He said.

“Thank you.” I began to push the straps down and over my shoulders.

“Can’t have you accidentally damaging the china with your tantrum.”

“I’m not having a tantrum.”

“Aren’t you?”

Damn it. He was too good at calling me out on my shit. Yes I was being a little overdramatic about my undressing. But I wanted to look good for him. I wanted him to want me. If he saw my middle-aged boobs hanging down to my waist, he wasn’t going to want any part of that.

Off my bra came. He held his hand out for it. Keeping my one hand up under my breasts, I handed it to him. He folded it up and laid it gently down on the table behind him. He picked up his drink and downed it in one swallow. He stood there just looking at me. My hands holding my breasts up. I wanted to offer a hardening nipple to his mouth. Would he take it?

“Almost ready.”

“Almost?” I was shocked.

He just looked down at my pelvis. Sitting here on the granite for so long it had warmed to my own body’s temperature. I had nearly forgotten about the little bits of fabric that made up my panties. They were as warm, as the granite. I felt completely naked already, but wasn’t as naked as he wanted me. Oh this was really going to happen. I began to fidget nervously at what we had planned. I let my breasts go.

“Help?” I inquired of him. I placed my hands on the granite behind me. It was cold and hard under my palms. I lifted my feet up to the counter’s edge, and lifted my pelvis up off of it’s warmed spot.

He seemed to take forever just examining me in this position. My ass lifted up, into the air. He wiped his finger along the granite where it had been moments before. He rubbed his forefinger and thumb together. He then lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “You made a mess.” He wiped them on his pants.

I felt my whole body blushing at his acknowledgement of what was happening to me. He knew how much I was enjoying displaying my body for him. I liked it when he looked at me. I also liked seeing how much looking at my body was making his own react. He had a bulge in his pants now. I couldn’t help but look again, and again, to see it growing there.

His hands found the roundness of my hips, and the fabric that encircled them. He let his finger melikgazi escort ease under it, and lift it; pulling it along my skin. I wanted his hands to be crawling across my skin, but the fabric would do for now. Over my hip bone, down along my outer hip, to my thighs. It was as if he was dragging this out for all it was worth. So slowly he moved down my skin. My hips arched up higher, my pussy clenching shut in wanting. I let out a little moan.

He came to my knees and I just had to sit back down. My butt slapping down, as it hit the stone hardness of the granite. Even my arms were shaking at the way my body was aroused. I ran my hands up and over my arms on either side, to release some of the tension growing in my body. I felt his hands still on my legs. Rubbing them for me. He did know how to do such nice things for me. To me.

“Better.” He said.

I wasn’t sure if he was asking if I was better. Or commenting on my state of undress. He ran his hands all of the way down my legs, taking my underwear with them. Off of one foot, then the other. Back up his hands came, to the underside of my knees, to my thighs. I could feel how warm they were against the skin of my outer thigh.

My hands came back up to my breasts. Lifting one and then the other. I let my fingers pull ever so slightly on them. I closed my eyes and just relished the sensation of the four hands on me. His fingers delicately strumming the skin of my legs, coming around slowly to rest on my inner thigh. Mine tugging harder at my ripening nipples. I lowered my head to my right breast and let my mouth engulf it.

My nipple was hard now. Really hard. It tasted like it always did, like my skin. I hoped that he would find my little trick at being able to do this arousing. I let my tongue get it all wet. Licking it over and under the sides. I kept my eyes shut, trying to concentrate on the ripples of happiness I was creating in my body. Lick. Suckle. Bite. My kitty clamped down hard.

He stood there. I could hear his breath quicken. I could hear him grunt under his breath. I stopped, opened my eyes and looked down at his waist. Oh! It was oh so obvious that my behavior was just what he liked. I let my breasts fall back down as I reached for the buckle on his belt.

I looked at him, square in the eye now, never wavering from my task. To free his body from it’s clothing confines. He didn’t bulk, or resist. He let me do what I wanted. Pulling the button loose, I yanked up the ends of his shirt and found his skin under my hands. It was as warm as I felt. Smooth with just the right amount of tickling hairs.

I kept hauling his shirt higher and higher up his chest. I found no opposition to my plan. He was gracious in raising his arms up and even more so, when he moved the shirt over his head and off of his arms. Even sitting up here on the countertop he was so much taller than me. He smiled at me, with that twinkle in his eye.

“Turn about is fair play. You tell me all the time.” I said to him.

“So it is.”

I let my hands enjoy the feeling of his chest. The softness of the hairs upon it. I gave a kiss to the spot on his skin, nearer to his left nipple. Then boldly licked his nipple too. I imagined doing to him what he does to my own nipple, and played with the sensations of nipping, licking, and biting. He vocally attested to my display, by muttering something about teasing, to that space right behind my ear.

“I can give as good as I get.” I told him.

“We’ll see about that.” He pushed me backwards from his body.

He finished his own undressing by pushing his pants down over his hips. He shimmed his way out of them, as only men seem to do, pushing the remains of his clothing out from underfoot to the side. He stepped closer to me, and I leaned back farther. He reminded me of one of those Animal Channel programs about wild prey being stalked. My hands come in contact with the cold hardness of the space where I was seated. I was suddenly grateful for it’s strength. Please don’t let me falter now, I prayed.

He put his hands on my knees and without pausing, forced them apart. In one fluid motion, he came to rest right between my now opened, and completely naked body. My thighs drew together, and I could feel the bone of his hips, resting up against my inner thigh. His skin felt surprisingly cool to mine. Except where the bulge of his body rested upon the opening of my own. I looked down, seeing the contrast of his milky white skin to the darker richer skin of my body. Thoughts of milk being poured into espresso came to mind.

His hands were advancing menemen escort right up my body, over my hips and stomach. Reaching their destination of my breasts, he cupped each of them in turn. He didn’t falter as his mouth came down and encompassed my left nipple. His mouth was wet on my skin. His tongue lapped over my harden nipple. “Mine.” He growled between bites and suckles. “This one is mine.”

I felt overwhelmed by his statement. Or was it the sensation of my body’s response to his mouth. I felt warm. Almost too warm. The stone slab beneath me felt hot now. I could feel it becoming wet under my ass. I moved my thighs further out and they slid with ease, the water, or sweat, providing a nice lubrication. I wanted him closer to me; I pushed my body to the complete edge of the countertop. I felt his hard penis jump at the contact between us. My chest arched further up to his mouth.

I felt his right arm coming around my back, pulling me closer to his mouth. His left hand was never letting go of my left breast. Over and over his mouth pulled at my nipple. How much longer could I hold this position I wondered? My arms were starting to feel like jelly. My kitty was aching for some release. I couldn’t get my hand down to it, to rub at it and hold myself up at the same time. I tried to push my hips into his body. I was trying to get the hardness of his penis to give it to me. “Pllleeeaasssssssssssssseee” I moaned.

He stopped. He looked up at me, as if he had been waiting for me to respond. I could see the raw expression of lust in him. It shocked me. I don’t know why after all of this time, but it did. I lay backwards, fully onto the granite. My hands came up to my stomach. If I put them on it, would it stop the butterflies that were swirling around? I could feel my hair softly cushioning my head and neck. The hardness of the granite against my skull was a little too hard. He was going to be lifting my legs up into the air now. He had told me that he wanted to do it this way. I knew what to expect. Or so I thought.

His hands ran quickly down my body. My breasts flopping down against my belly; the inertia of which, caused them to flop back up and over to the sides of my body. Looking down my body, I could see the river of sweat that trickled all the way back up towards the hollow of my neck. His finger traced a line from that spot, all the way down the valley of my chest, and to the place where my hands were covering my stomach. He paused where they joined, waiting for the obstacle to be moved from his destination. I laid them to the sides of the counter. My palms pressed against the solid form beneath my body. Instantly I felt wetness forming under my palms. I wanted to wipe it off of them, to make it easier to grip.

He let his hands continue to travel down my limbs. Further they came, up along the place where my legs touched his own body, until he came to the end. Wrapping his long fingers around the tapered ends of my legs, he took hold of my ankles. He pushed my legs up so that they bent at the knees and hip. He placed my feet upon the countertop on either side of where his body bordered it. I could feel beads of sweat riveting down my skin. The air swept across the backs of my thighs. Its coolness was a welcomed relief to the growing warmth of my situation.

He was holding his own stiff member in his hand. Gently he rubbed the tip of it up and down along the soggy opening of my body. I could feel the spongy head of it caressing my lips. Using my hands as leverage, I pushed my body closer to this wonderful item. I wanted more. I craved to feel it deep inside of me. Up and down he let it slide; never actually entering. My thighs fell open, my knees hitting the granite. I momentarily felt a bit of pain at bone hitting stone, but it was soon replaced once again with that heavenly feeling. My toes curled and gripped his hips, under the sensation he produced in me.

Sounds of moaning were ringing in my ears. Long, drawn out, sighs of need and want. I felt like I was drowning in this need I heard. Where, oh where was the sound coming from? Waves of desire flowed now, like endless ripples on the surface of a pond. Over and over he let his penis slide up and down. Pausing to let it press hard and firm against either the top or the bottom of my opened and spread body. Refusing to put it inside of my hot and needy kitty.

My hands were flying over my body now. My nails scraping along the edges of my legs, my hip bone, and my stomach. My fingers digging into the flesh of my torso and my chest. My hands grappling at my breasts, as my mind was trying meram escort to grapple with the depth of desire I felt for him. “Goddess!!” I screamed out loud to him. Wanting him to hear, somebody to hear, anybody who could squelch this hunger. “Oh God please!”

Hands were pulling at my ankles. I could feel my legs in the air. The blood rushing down them as my feet were raised above my hips. My thoughts trying to keep up with the actions happening now. His hands were sweeping down the backs of my thighs, cleaning away the build up of perspiration. Firmly I felt his fingers on my slippery wet lips, pulling at them. Opening me up. So far apart. So wide he pulled them. I just wanted to close them down around something.

There. There it was. Oh it felt so good. He pushed himself into me fully. It fit so perfectly. It filled that chasm in me, as only he could do. I was sated for the moment. I opened my eyes to him. I wanted to express my gratitude to him for finally giving me what I craved.

I saw him standing there, joined to me in this primal way. His eyes closed, his head slightly upturned. He was lost to me in that moment. His hands resting on the backs of my thighs. Holding them steady, but not too hard. It was as if my thighs were the most natural place to lay his hands. His penis deeply embedded in my womb. I watched as he breathed slow and deep. The air filling up his lungs, all the way down into his torso; the way that he had filled me up so completely.

I reached out for him. To touch that place where we were joined. I put my finger out to gently probe our sexes. It was wet. My finger slid down into the space easily. Through my damp hairs I made my way. Letting them curl and uncurl around my appendage. My body was familiar territory to this finger, and my others. Then I felt it.

His hard body was sunk into the soft folds of my body. My curiosity broke the spell of his silence. His eyes flew open as he bent his head down to look at me. He cocked his head to the left, and his eyes winced slightly. It didn’t take him long to figure out what was down there, or what I was doing. “Looking for something?” He teased me. His eyes twinkling mischievously. I pulled my hand back up and grabbed the edge of the counter top.

“Yes!” I pushed my body closer to his; as if there was too much space between us. I grinned at the way his eyes flew open to my body clamping down on his penis. Letting my presence be known, I let my womb grasp him at the opening. Then clench tighter, further up his shaft. When I felt he was held tight enough, I seized the tip of it. He swallowed hard at the pressure upon his manhood.

Slowly, I released my muscles. Inch by inch, I relaxed my womb, until I had fully let go of him. I could feel him adjust himself in me. He shifted his weight from side to side, as if trying to get comfortable once again. He didn’t say a word, but he was smiling. He knew what I was capable of, and he knew that if he didn’t give me what I was craving, I would take it from him.

His hands pressed my thighs back towards my chest. He pulled his body away from mine in one long slow motion. It felt like a part of my body was being culled away. I arched my back, to draw him back to me. I used the edge of the countertop for assistance; clutching at it with both hands. It was no use. I was not in a position to change this.

His body came back into me. I was so relieved at its presence. He took my hands in his own, and guided them to my thighs. “Hold these.” I could feel the sweat on my skin under my palms. My whole body seemed to be covered it in now. My thighs felt strong under my hands, yet they shook in anticipation. My knees came down towards my head.

His hands reached up, and found the mounds of flesh on my chest. He held them, one in each hand. As he squeezed them, I could feel his fingers digging into my muscles. His face held concentration and strain. His hands were indignant as they kneaded them. He was anchoring me to the granite countertop, keeping me from moving away from him. As if I would, or wanted to. Then he moved.

His penis was stroking me now. His hands held me steady while he let himself glide in and out of my wet, oh so wet, body. Each thrust seemed to go deeper into me. I could feel this pulsing picking up speed. That bubble of excitement was growing rapidly. Magically he touched and caressed all of those places in me.

Oh it felt good. No, it was great. I felt nothing anymore but his body rubbing mine. His hands holding my body in place for his. He pressed himself, fully, as humanly possible into my vagina. To the hilt, as they say. Then he began to dance it seemed. Was it up and down, or side to side? My brain felt foggy. I could feel my body getting ready to explode from the pressure he had built up in me. OHHHHH! I screamed as my orgasm let loose. Beautiful rainbows danced around me now. I looked at him.

He was smiling.

~fin~

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I was half-way through a day shift on a Wednesday morning, as I sat at a computer in the muster room, typing out a report on a minor arrest I had made the day before. I heard footsteps on the carpet behind me, and I looked up to see the shift supervisor, Sergeant Morrow, standing there with a clipboard in his hand.

Morrow was one of those big, rugged, old-style cops that you just don’t see any more, and he said, “I’ve got a little job for you, Mark.”

“What’s that?” I said, sitting back from the keyboard, to show him he had my full attention.

“Your shifts have been changed this week,” he started, looking up from his clipboard, “Sorry about the short notice, but I think you’ll like this.” He smiled, like he had something interesting to show me.

He sat in a chair next to me, and said, “I know you were supposed to have the weekend off this week, but the Ocean City Expo is on this Saturday, and the Commander wants me to send a uniformed officer over there to fly the flag, and just represent the local police command.”

“I see,” I answered. I had no plans for my days off, so having my shifts changed wasn’t a problem, as far as I was concerned.

“The boss told me he wants me to give the job to a keen, conscientious young officer, who presents himself well to the public,” and as a little surge of pride went through me, the sergeant added, “but, I thought I’d send you, anyway.”

“Gee, thanks, Sarge,” I said with a smile, “I feel as though I’m being groomed for something big.”

“You’re okay,” he answered, smiling back, “I’ve got a station full of some of the laziest bunch of coppers I’ve ever seen, here. At least you like to get out and do some police work now and again, so if an easy job like this comes up, I don’t mind looking after you.”

He got up out of his chair, and added, “I guarantee you’ll have an easy day. They’re providing their own security, so all you’ve gotta do is walk around checking things out.” He grinned, and continued, “You might have some lost kids and found property to look after, but that’ll be about it. Fran’ll be down shortly with some instructions from the boss, so I’ll leave you to it.”

The sergeant walked to the door, and turned, with his big, rugged smile, and said, “By the way, Mark. You owe me a beer for this,” as he turned to walk back to his office.

Fran was the Commander’s personal assistant, aged about twenty-five, with a covergirl face, and a body that would have a Trappist monk ringing home to tell his mother all about her. One of my workmates had told me he met up with her at a club one night when he was off duty, and he’d had a one-night stand with her. He told me if Fran had fucked him any harder, he’d have been in traction, and I could never look at her the same way at work after that.

About twenty minutes later, Fran walked into the office, wearing a short skirt, and a blouse that was showing some of her delightful cleavage. Her tits, and her apparent willingness to show let her work colleagues ogle them, were a talking point among most of the male cops at the station, and objects of scorn and jealousy from a few of the female cops, as well. She sat next to me in the same chair that Sergeant Morrow had used, and I couldn’t help looking at her killer legs, as she swung around to face me. She waited patiently, until I had stopped getting an eyeful, and said, “So, you drew the short straw, did you, Mark?”

“Looks like it,” I answered back.

Fran handed me a manila folder, with a typewritten memo from the Commander in it, setting out my duties for the day, and a promotional leaflet from the expo organisers. “You should read that, too,” she said, indicating the leaflet, “It tells you all about the expo, and who’s gonna be there. South West Pacific TV is running the entertainment, like they always do, so you might get to rub shoulders with a few TV stars if you’re lucky.”

“You never know your luck,” I said, opening the leaflet, and skimming over the bold type. Fran made some small talk, and then left, allowing me to watch her swinging, sexy walk from behind, as she headed back to the boss’s office. I could chew on that all night, and not leave teethmarks in the same place twice, I thought to myself.

In the leaflet, I found a list of TV personalities from South West Pacific TV, who would be performing at the expo, including, among others, Maurie Acton, the “veteran comedian, and star of his own variety show,” Barry Kimball, who had hosted some of their current affairs programs since the 1980’s, and then there was Trish Collett, “one of the stars of SWPTV’s long running drama series, ‘Andersen’s Beat.”

Trish Collett’s name got my attention straight away. Her show, “Andersen’s Beat,” was a top-rating series about a veteran police commander, and his team of dedicated law enforcement professionals, that had been running on the network for over ten years, but she had only been in it for three seasons. She played a female cop called Amy Templeton in the show, and she had started off in a minor role, but over time she had kozan escort become so popular with viewers, they had made her a main character, and now there were whole episodes about her adventures. I read a review of the show one day, that described her as, “Lois Lane in a blue uniform,” and only last week, I’d read about her in a TV magazine I found in the station meal room, where it said that in just three years, she had become one of Australian TV’s hottest young stars.

“Andersen’s Beat” was not one of my favourite TV shows, and I only watched about every third episode or so, but Trish Collett was a pretty good reason to watch it. She was slim but curvy, with wavy, dark hair, big brown eyes, olive skin, and a perky, pretty face, that had a kind of “sexy-girl-next-door” thing going. She sometimes reminded me of a young Annette Funicello, in those sixties beach movies, and I had recently read that she had just turned twenty-five. Her character in the TV series often did things no real cop would do, but that of course got her into dramatic situations all the time, where she had to use her wits and wiles to save herself, and she always got the bad guy. I wonder what she looks like in real life, I thought to myself. I flicked through the leaflet and read the boss’s instructions, and I thought, Sounds like an easy day.

I had joined the state police force when I was twenty, and had been a cop for nearly eight years. I loved my job, and three years earlier, they had transferred me from Sydney to a medium sized coastal city, but my girlfriend, Isabel, had stayed in Sydney because of her job. After two years, she had broken it off, saying she just couldn’t handle a long-distance relationship any more, but next thing I knew, I heard on the grapevine she was getting around town with some young lawyer, and my source suggested she had been seeing him before she broke it off with me. My workmates were all telling me that now I was unattached again, I should get out there and fuck everything that moved, but I had seen myself having a life with Isabel, and I just didn’t feel like getting back in the arena just yet. Consequently, my love life had been zero for quite a while now. A few months earlier, I would have been unimpressed to have my weekend off cancelled, but with no woman in my life, one day was like any other, and the boss had told me I’d now have Sunday and Monday off, so it was all good as far as I was concerned.

Saturday came around, and I went to work as normal, and they gave me a marked car to drive to the huge Crestwood Hotel complex, down by the northern waterfront, to spend my day “walking around checking things out,” as Sergeant Morrow had said. There was already a fair crowd in the reception centre, when I got there, and on the stage I saw an old guy in a suit, announcing some of the “celebrities” who were going to perform, and take turns as M.C. during the day.

I heard him say Trish Collett’s name, and I looked over at the stage, to see her step forward to the mike. She looked much the same as she did on TV, but I was surprised to see she was a little more petite than she looked onscreen. She looked like she was only about five feet five inches tall, and was wearing a red, sleeveless dress that went to just below her knees, hugging her shape on the way down, and flaring a little at the bottom. Her hair was up, and she had a black necklace with a cameo on it, setting off her olive skin against the red of her dress. She looked stylish, elegant, hot, and sexy, in an understated way, but there was still that girl-next-door thing going on as well, and she started to work the crowd, as I stood at the back of the hall and watched her, thinking of the easy day I would have ahead of me.

After a while, I left the hall and had a walk around for an hour or so, looking at some of the exhibits, speaking to a few of the guys from the organising committee, some security guys, and one or two TV people, who were strutting around, trying to look important, and I decided to have a coffee break.

I walked back to a coffee lounge, attached to the reception centre, and sat with my coffee, idly watching the crowd, and I heard a female voice saying, “Excuse me.” I looked up to see Trish Collett herself, standing at the table, with a large cappuccino in her hand. “Do you mind if join you?” she said, with a pretty, girlish smile.

I looked around and saw there were plenty of empty tables, and I said, “Have a seat,” speaking casually, like it was no big deal, and she sat opposite me, still smiling.

“Hello,” Trish said, pausing to look at my name badge, and reading my name out loud, “Senior Constable Mark Stockton.” She looked up from my name badge, and added, “I’m Trish.”

“Hi,” I answered, meeting her smile with my own, “I had a feeling you were going to say your name was Trish.”

“I see,” Trish said, still smiling gaily, “Was that one of those cop things, where you get a gut feeling and go with it”

“Pretty much,” I answered, “I just had a hunch. Like that guy in Dragnet kumluca escort used to get.”

“So, Mark Stockton,” Trish said, sitting back in her chair, sipping her cappuccino, as she kept eye contact, “What brings you here today?”

“Just soaking up the atmosphere,” I replied, “you know, the ambience.” Then, I added, “What about you?”

“Same thing,” Trish said, keeping that girlish, genuine smile, “What a coincidence? I saw the light on, thought I’d drop in.”

We sat there, making small talk for a few minutes, and I asked Trish a few things about herself, probably stuff she gets asked all the time by her fans, but then she surprised me by asking me a few things about myself. As a cop, I had worked on security details a few times with celebrities, sports stars, the occasional politician, and I had found that public figures of any description tend to look upon the cops and security people who guard them as just part of the furniture, and they rarely talk to them, apart from the most trivial of small talk, but here was Trish Collett, someone I saw on TV all the time, asking me how long I had been a cop, if I liked my job, where I grew up, and stuff like that.

I told her I grew up in Armidale, and she said, “Oh, so you’re from New England too? I grew up in Tamworth. That makes us almost neighbours.”

“Yeah, guess it does,” I said, and we continued on, as she asked me what high school I went to, and asked why I joined the police force, and I asked her how she got into acting, and she told me about her time at the National Institute of Dramatic Art. I was surprised she was even interested in my story, but I was enjoying talking to this pretty young woman, as we sat there and sipped our coffee, so I was kind of deflated when a weedy little guy with a radio earpiece and a clipboard came over, and said, “Excuse me, Miss Collett, you’re back on in five.”

“Be right there,” she said to the earpiece guy, and he turned and walked back to a gaggle of weedy earpiece people on the other side of the centre, and they started to compare clipboards with each other.

Trish picked up her coffee cup, and leaned towards me, and said, “Mark, do you, umm,” pausing, swallowing, and looking at me, “Do you get a lunch break?”

I was surprised at the question, and I said, “Yeah, it’s quite civilised in my job. They let you eat and do all kinds of stuff.”

Trish smiled again, that pretty, 100-watt smile of hers, letting me know my flippant remark wasn’t totally wasted, and gave her head one shake, and she simply said, “What time?”

“Any time,” I answered, more seriously, “I’m kind of my own boss today,” and she came back with, “I’ve gotta go now. Gotta pay the rent, but how about I meet you in the bistro over there, at one? We can have lunch together.” Then, she added, kind of hesitantly, “If you want to.”

“One o’clock,” I said, confirming the time, and I added, “See ya there,” and she got up and walked back towards the stairway to the stage.

I sat back in my chair, put my coffee on the table, and thought, Did Trish Collett just make a lunch date with me?

For the next couple of hours I walked around the complex, talking to people, doing what I was getting paid to do, looking at exhibits, taking lost kids back to their parents, and occasionally going back to join the audience watching the acts on stage, and listening to the announcements. I saw Trish a few times, announcing some of the performers, looking so poised and confident, in front of a crowd, holding her mike, in her stylish red dress, and I thought of the pretty, smiling country girl in that same stylish red dress, who had sat with me over coffee, asking me to have lunch with her, hesitating like she thought I might not be interested. The same person, but somehow different. I realised I was looking forward to lunch a little more than usual.

One o’clock came around, and I headed over to the Broad Waters Bistro, where I looked around but I couldn’t see Trish. My heart sank a little, thinking maybe she lost interest, or got a better offer, but I heard voices behind me, and I looked around to see her signing autographs for two teenage girls. She looked up and smiled at me, as she handed the paper back to the young girls, and shook their hands. One of them hugged her, and they both walked away, talking excitedly, and she came over to me. “Must be fun being famous,” I said.

“It’s a bit overwhelming some times,” Trish said, as we went over to order our meals.

I didn’t answer, not really having anything to offer to that, and Trish said, “I get all this, umm,” and she paused, looking a little embarrassed, “I know it sounds big-headed, but I get, you know, fan mail, and young girls tell me I’m this big role model, and they ask me how to join the police force, and stuff like that.” She looked down and shook her head, then looked back up and me and said, “But, I’m only a pretend cop, I wouldn’t even know where you go to join up.”

We got our lunches, and I pulled out my wallet, and Trish said, lara escort “Don’t worry, South West Pacific can pay for it. They’ve taken over the whole place this weekend.”

I looked around, standing there in my uniform, and I said, “I can’t take free food when I’m on duty.”

“Why not, it’s a big company. They can afford it,” Trish said, looking at me like I was acting strangely, “Just say it was my treat.”

“Okay,” I said, giving in, and I added, “At the academy, they told us ‘Corruption starts with the first free cup of coffee.”

Trish smiled, and said, “That’s a good line. I’ll have to talk to the script writers, and get them to work it into an episode.”

“You’re not saying Amy Templeton would do anything corrupt, are you?” I asked, grinning at Trish.

“Well, Amy might not, but maybe I could be tempted if the right offer comes along,” Trish answered, leaving me to wonder what she meant by that.

Trish and I found a table, and we ate lunch together, talking, laughing, just two people, a guy and a pretty girl, and I was struck by how down to earth she seemed. She was a star, maybe not a big star like, Madonna , or Angelina Jolie, but three times as we ate, people came over and asked for autographs, and a couple of guys from the network came over to gush and fawn over her, as we sat there. I noticed they didn’t even look in my direction, although I saw one looking over his shoulder at me as they walked away, and whispering in the other guy’s ear. Even so, through all this, Trish didn’t seem big-headed, and she apologised for the interruptions, each time someone came over.

“It’s really nice to talk to a normal person for a while,” she said, as we sat there after we finished our lunch.

“How do you mean?” I asked.

“Don’t think I’m complaining about my job or anything,” Trish said, suddenly a little more serious, “But all day, I pretend to be someone, at work, and when I go home, I just want to be me again.” She made eye contact, and said, “You know, just do normal stuff, go for a walk, go for a drive in my car. Normal things.” She took a breath, and said, “But, most of the people I work with never stop pretending. Not just the actors, but everybody else. Most of the other people as well. They’re always trying to impress each other.” She gave me that pretty, sweet, smile again, and said, “That’s why it’s good to just talk to a normal guy again, like you. Just talk about normal stuff.”

“Don’t you meet any normal guys, in your line of work?” I asked.

“Not many,” Trish started, “Most of the guys I meet are so far up themselves, it’s not funny. That’s if they even like girls in the first place.” She smiled, mischievously, and then sat back, becoming serious again, and said, “The last three years have been really crazy for me. My boyfriend couldn’t take it, and he dumped me after a year.” She got a far-away look for a moment, and I wondered if she was giving me an opening, but I dismissed it as wishful thinking.

“It never occurred to me that someone like you’d get dumped,” I said, stupidly, without realising I was basically thinking out loud.

“Shit happens,” Trish answered, a little more seriously than most people when they say that.

Trish looked at her watch, and said, “I better get back to work,” then she looked up at me, as though she was thinking for a moment, and said, “Mark,” and then paused once more, tilting her head, like she was still weighing things up. I leaned forward, waiting to hear what she had to say, and she finally continued with, “They’re having drinks tonight in the upstairs lounge. You know, the network people, and the expo organisers, and a few of the performers.” She paused, again, and seemed to be waiting for me to say something. I thought, Surely she’s not asking me to come.

“Why don’t you come and meet me there?” Trish asked.

“Why do you want me to come to that?” I asked, pleasantly surprised at the invitation.

“Because it’ll be really boring,” she answered, smiling again.

“You’re not really selling it,” I said.

“That’s the thing,” she said, “It’ll be really boring, but if you come, I’ll have someone interesting to talk to and it’ll be fun.” She made it sound like it was so obvious.

“Okay,” I said, unable to keep the smile off my face, “It’s not every day a girl like you asks me to have drink with her after work.”

“You’ll need this,” Trish said, handing me her entry pass, “Just show it to the security guys and they’ll let you in.”

“Won’t you need it?” I asked.

Trish leaned over, and whispered, with a mock-serious face, “They all know who I am.” She giggled, sat back, and said, “Seven o’clock. Dress casual. See ya there.” She got up and headed back to work. I thought to myself, I can’t believe Trish Collett just asked me to have a drink with her after work.

During the afternoon, as I walked around the centre, I would go in to watch the performers on stage from time to time, and at one point, Trish and two other performers were singing, and getting the audience to join in the chorus. She was looking out into the crowd, pointing at groups and saying, “Come on you guys, over there, sing up! Let me hear ya!” and she looked over at me, and flashed me that bright, girlish smile, and went back to working the crowd. Come on, seven o’clock, I thought to myself.

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“God, I love your cock.”

Those were her exact words. It doesn’t happen very often but every once in a while, something snaps in my wife and she goes completely outside of her normal personality, sexually speaking anyway. I guess this was one of those times.

We had just finished dinner, enjoyable as always but nothing out of the ordinary. The exception maybe was that she was a little quieter than usual. I started to get up to clear the table but she beat me to it. While picking up my plate she leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“God, I love your cock. I want to fuck you.”

Her tone wasn’t anxious or worked up or desperate. I don’t even think she was trying to shock me. It was just so matter of fact, so deliberate. Certainly direct and to the point.

“Huh?” was about all I could get out. I was a bit surprised to say the least. I couldn’t recall the last time she used that word.

“You heard me,” she said as she moved to the kitchen with the plates. “Go sit in the chair in the family room. I’ll be right there,” was her matter-of-fact directive.

I did as I was instructed but felt a little silly. I figured this was going to be a good thing and I that my role would be pretty simple, but even so, I didn’t want to do anything to mess it up.

Just as I settled into the leather chair, she came into the family room and stood in front of me. Her eyes locked onto mine and without a word, she started taking her clothes off. Maybe it was the wordless way she did it. Deliberate but not in a rush. There didn’t seem to be any intent to tease me and in a way, that made it all the more exciting. This woman wanted sex and her clothes would play no part in that. They just had to go.

When she was finished and stunningly naked, she stepped closer, in-between my legs. She took her hand and placed it right on the crotch of my pants.

“Well, I can see that you like how I look, with no clothes,” she said as she gave my burgeoning erection a little squeeze. “Now your clothes will have to come off too.”

With that, she started taking my clothes off. In less than a minute I was sitting in that chair without a stitch. My cock was at full attention and twitching this way and that with each heartbeat.

“God, I just love your cock!” she said as she dropped to her knees and rested her arms on my thighs. She just looked at me for a moment. I could feel her warm deep breath on my cock.

We were just getting started but I was already in an intense state of arousal. It was just that much more exciting because I had no idea what was in store.

My view of her face was partially blocked by my now fully erect cock. It was throbbing with each pulse of blood that was sent to engorged it. Syrupy precum began seeping from the swollen tip, leaking down the head in a thin dribble.

While watching the lubricant slowly slip out of me she repeated herself, “God, I just love your cock!”

Driven by the mad desire to be touched, my mind raced with what she might do next. Would she grab ahold of me with her hands? Lick me? Press her face into me? Swallow me? WHAT?

No. She was in no hurry and it became clear she wanted to torture me.

She looked right into my eyes and never broke that contact as she extended her wet tongue. She moved her face in and gave me the lightest of licks just along the centerline of my balls.

AHHH!!! A thousand tickling impulses shot through my entire body. Uncontrollably my abdomen clenched hard, my untouched cock stiffened, forcing even more precum out of me. There was now a thick strand that dangled from the tip down to my abdomen.

This was agony! I had to be touched, even if I had to be the one to do it. Impulsively my hands went to my cock but she was quicker and blocked them.

“No. Don’t touch,” she insisted. “This is all mine. Just sit there and enjoy it… if you can,” she said with an impish smile.

Slowly but with a mission, she ran her tongue on my balls, over and over again, painting them liberally with her saliva.

“Mmmmm. Your balls taste and smell so good!” she teased after a great inhale. “God, I love licking your balls!”

What good deed had I done to possibly deserve this treatment. Here was the love of my life, a stunning woman by any measure, totally naked, kneeling between my legs, licking my balls, and telling me she likes the way they taste and smell! I was certainly headed for heaven but if so, I was also certainly going to arrive there quite insane. I was already out of my mind with sexual tension. It was all I could do to remain still in that chair. Sweat was forming at my forehead. My heart was racing as if it would burst through my chest. With my cock at full erection, each heart beat was almost a discomfort. Every time that wonderful wet tongue of hers touched me, more precum slithered out of the head. Quite a pool had formed on my abdomen.

Her attentions expanded but not enough to sooth my anxiety. She licked my scrotum in ever expanding circles. She took turns sucking each of my balls kocasinan escort in to her mouth and then caressing them further with her tongue. Each time she let them escape it was with a sloppy wet plop.

Her face was wet now. Her lips, chin, and cheeks glistened with saliva. She pressed her face deep into the crease between the base of my cock and my right thigh. She breathed in deeply. I heard and felt her sigh. While licking me she managed to talk to me again.

“Do you know why I like licking you here?” she said rhetorically? “I can feel your heartbeat with my tongue. I can feel it pumping to your cock. I can feel it swell and throb. I can feel it when you clench down, on purpose or not, and when that happens, I know that more precum is dripping from the tip. Mmmmm, like that! That is so sexy, knowing I am the one that is making that happen.”

Now, finally, she turned her attentions to my cock.

“Do you want me baby?” she teasingly cooed. “Do you want my mouth? Do you want it on you? On your cock? I’ll bet you do.”

She placed her tongue flat against my balls and slowly, very slowly, made one long continuous lick up over my balls to the base of my cock and then slowly up the shaft to the head, dripping saliva all the time to be sure that I remained wet. All during that one lick, precum just flowed from me in one continuous syrupy strand.

While her tongue circled the ridge of the head of my cock she managed to say, “I like that. I like seeing that what I am doing is making more precum come out. I like seeing it but even more, I like feeling it in my mouth. I like feeling the head swell, feeling your precum slip out and tasting it on my tongue. Will you do that for me baby? When your cock is in my mouth, will you make precum come out so I can feel it, taste it?”

I had the chance to answer her while she was running her pursed wet lips up and down my shaft. Now it was my turn to say some of the primal thoughts that were racing through my brain.

“Oh yes baby, you know I will. You know I love seeing my cock in your mouth, that wonderfully sexy mouth of yours. I love seeing those luscious lips wrapped around my shaft, feeling that wonderful tongue slide all over me, coaxing more precum out of me. You know I like it when I know you are tasting me. Ummmmm. But if you’re not careful, that’s not all you’ll taste.” I mockingly warned.

“Oh whatever to you mean honey? What besides your wonderful, slippery, sweat precum might be in my mouth?” she teased with a smile before resuming her licking.

I didn’t get this opportunity very often, to talk so frankly, directly, without having to be delicate about it.

“My cum baby, my cum. If you suck me like I know you can, I won’t be able to hold back. I won’t want to. You’ll be sucking me and I’ll just let it happen. I’ll want it to happen. I’ll fill your sexy mouth with cum! And I’ll feel it too. I’ll feel it all warm and thick as it fills your mouth and surrounds my cock. I spurt more and more into your mouth until you can’t hold any more. Then I’ll get to see it slide out from between your lips until it drips from your chin. God I love seeing that!”

All the while I was verbally unloading my fantasy on her, she just smiled back at me while she ran her wet dripping tongue all over my dick. She pretty much knew what I was going to say. She had heard it all before. She had deliberately invited me to say it knowing that it would just add to my excitement. God, I love that woman!

“Well let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she advised. “Let’s just see how this all turns out.” There was that impish smile again.

For the first time it was something other than her tongue that touched me. She brought her hand up and wrapped it loosely around my cock, bringing it so it pointed straight up. That stiffening just made even more precum dribble from the opening.

She held me up and slowly swirled her tongue around the leaking head, making sure I could see my juices being picked up by her tongue. She would swirl it over the head and then pull back, just enough so that I could see a strand or two connect to her tongue or lower lip. She did that over and over again. She would smile and then withdraw her coated tongue. She would sigh and close her eyes, signaling her true enjoyment of how I tasted.

She whispered ever so softly, “God, I love your precum. I love the way it tastes and the way it feels, so warm and slippery on my tongue.”

Then she brought fingers into the action. She used a fingertip to coat the head of my cock and then licked it off, sometimes with her tongue so I could see, other times by putting her fingers into her mouth. Sometimes she would collect it on her fingers and then smear her lips and lick it off from there. It was all so sexy! We were both enjoying this.

Just after sliding more of my precum on her lips she asked, “Are you enjoying this so far?”

“Oh geeze! You’re driving me crazy but how could I not enjoy it. How could I not enjoy watching konak escort you do all of that, looking at you playing with my precum, getting it all over your mouth!”

With her tongue swirling over the oozing crown she managed to say, “How about now? How about I take this gorgeous cock of yours into my mouth and suck on it?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. She just kept swirling that magnificent tongue of hers around and around the head of my cock, drooling saliva on it the entire time. Then slowly, for maximum visual effect, she slipped the head between those luscious lips. Now she licked me from inside of her mouth. Slowly, more and more of my cock entered her warm wet and eager mouth. More and more of me received the treatment from that wonderful tongue of hers.

Then her fingernails tickled underneath my balls. I reacted in an instant, instinctively clenching down hard. She knew that would happen and she moaned with approval. Her request from before had been granted. That simple caress caused me to once again expel a dribble of precum, this time right where she wanted it. Right into her mouth and onto her tongue.

In an instant she was up. She sat on my lap and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her tongue came out and slid all over both our lips. She was intentionally giving me my own precum. It was wonderful. Tasting it on her mouth, feeling it on her lips. Her tongue then went deep into my mouth and mimicked what my cock does when it is in her pussy. She was intentionally fucking my mouth with her precum coated tongue.

She sat up and I could see her mouth was all wet from our kissing. I was sure mine was equally sloppy. She was sitting right on the shaft of my cock. It was enveloped on each side by her plump naked and very wet pussy lips. The head lay in a pool of precum. She started rocking back and forth. I could feel the shaft of my cock getting wetter and wetter with the juices from her pussy. We could both now smell her arousal. Oh how I wanted to taste her. Oh how I wanted to thrust my tongue as deep into her juicy wet pussy as far as possible. Oh how I wanted to make her come that way, to feel her convulse uncontrollably, to feel my face become covered in her sweet delicious nectar.

Faster and faster she rocked. Sometimes she would rock forward enough so the head of my cock could slip between her lips. I would move my hips trying desperately to finally penetrate that gloriously wet pussy but to no avail. She would quickly rock back again leaving me outside, all the more wet with her juices.

She was teasing me. Teasing us both. She wanted me inside of her just as much as I did. This whole thing started with her telling me so but she had a plan. It was going to be her way. I just had to wait for when she felt it was right.

Without stopping her back and forth motions she reached down and smeared her fingers in our combined juices and then thrust them into my mouth. Nothing delicate here. She would have pushed them right down my throat if she felt she could.

“Taste me! Taste my pussy. Taste! My! Pussy!” she sternly commanded. “Do you like it? Tell me you like it. Tell me you like how I taste. Tell me that you like the taste of my pussy!”

All the while I was trying to answer she made repeated trips to my wet cock and my mouth. Actually, I liked the idea that I was having difficulty talking to her because her pussy soaked fingers kept being spread over my lips and being put into my mouth.

“Oh yes, baby,” I managed to get out. Then I tried to drill down to the raw essence of how I felt about it. “I love the way you taste. I love sucking on those beautiful plump pussy lips, nibbling on your clit, sliding my tongue deep inside of you so I can it surrounded by your pussy. Feeling your warm, sweet, juices all over it. God baby, I love tasting your pussy!”

I knew that what I said is what she wanted to hear. I barely finished that last sentence when her lips met mine. Now we were sharing her wetness, her juices, her sexual excitement. Our mouths slid across each other effortlessly thanks to all the slippery wetness. Our tongues took turns bringing that taste and texture into each other’s mouths. She made return trips to between her legs to make sure we were never without her scent and the sweet taste of her slippery juices.

She kissed me again, hard. At the very instant her tongue thrust deep into my mouth, her hips rocked forward and my cock finally sank home. It slid into her in one quick wet motion. Deep into her I went, filling her completely, causing her to expel one large gasp.

She was having trouble kissing me now. She started to quiver. She turned off to one side and held me tight. Her hips rocked back and forth but in much shorter, quicker motions than before. She kept shaking. I could feel it internally and externally.

“Are you coming baby?” I whispered gently even though I knew the answer.

“Yes. I’m, I’m coming,” she muttered.

She was very vulnerable for the first time that night. Gone konyaaltı escort was the amazon personality. Now she was the true essence of my wife in the incontrollable throws of orgasmic ecstasy. I held her close. Now it was me that rocked my hips, maintaining the thrusting she needed to finish the journey back down the orgasmic hill. Eventually she came back to me. She looked deep into my eyes and smiled.

“That felt soooo goooood. God, I just love your cock!”

Her personae for the evening started to return.

“Did that feel good for you? Did it feel good to be in my pussy when I came?”

“Oh you know it did baby,” I said reassuringly.

“Could you feel it?” she continued and again was the one to rock back and forth. Could you feel me come? Could you feel me squeeze your cock so deep inside me? Could you feel my cum slide out of me? Are you wet now? Are your balls wet with my juices?” she asked insistently.

Without answering I reached around and rubbed my balls that were definitely wet with her cum.

“I’d say they were,” I said as I rubbed my cum covered fingers over her lips and then slid them into her mouth. I have to admit that it drives me crazy to see her mouth glistening in her juices. She sighed as she eagerly licked her cum from my fingers and her lips.

She then asked, “Did you get close? Did you almost come inside of me?”

I just smiled. She knew me well enough that it was a miracle that I had not come with all that had gone on so far.

“Almost baby,” I reassured her as my slow thrusting continued. “This has all been so wonderful. I am so close to coming.”

Now she started to dominate things again by rocking on me.

“Do you want that baby? Do you want to keep going like this and come inside my pussy?” she asked invitingly as her rocking intensified. “You can you know. I love looking at your face when you come. I like feeling you come in my pussy. I can feel it get all warm and wet in there. Sitting on you like this, your cum will start to run out of me and get all over your balls. We’ll both get pretty messy. Is that what you’d like?”

“Oh God, baby!” I could hardly answer. I was so on the verge of coming. My mind raced to create the images of everything that she described. She knew I would do that. That’s why she said those things.

“I don’t know. Whatever you want,” I stammered. At that point I would have given her the secret plans to the nuclear arsenal if I had them.

“I don’t think so. Not this time,” she said. “I think I’ll use my mouth to make you come. That way, I’ll get to see your face and your cock as it shoots out your hot, thick, juicy cum. Would that be OK?” she teased in a mock request.

I nodded. That was all I could do at this point.

“That would be good for you too, right?” she said, knowing full well I needed no convincing to like this plan. “You’d like that, right? You would get to see your cock shoot cum into my mouth, on my lips, and probably all over my face. I’m pretty sure you’d like that,” she added, knowing I had now lost all capacity for speech.

She kissed me on the mouth. Not rough and hard like before, but tenderly. It was a good-bye kiss. Before our lips parted, I felt her hips rise up. My cock left the warm and wet confines of her pussy with a juicy plopping sound. She then resumed her position between my legs.

“Oh my. Look at that,” she gasped as she gently held my cock up. “That’s all me. That’s all my cum on you, all over your hard cock and on your balls too.” she exclaimed proudly. “Ummmm. You smell like pussy.”

We both looked at me for a moment. My cock, from the head all the way down the shaft to my balls, glistened in a milky translucent film of my wife’s cum. It looked so wonderful and yes indeed, it smelled so wonderful. It smelled of just fucked pussy.

“I’ll bet your cock tastes like pussy too!”

Just as before, she made one long slow lick from my balls all the way up to the head. This time, her tongue collected a large dollop of her creamy cum. With her mouth open and her wet tongue extended, she got up sat on my cock again, and kissed me, her wonderful tongue again in my mouth. She was giving me her cum. She tasted so good!

Our tongues danced the lovers dance. We shared that wonderful taste and texture of female cum. I think we were both disappointed when we could taste her no more.

With a wet mouth, she bounced on me playfully.

“Baby, I don’t think I can last much longer. That did it for me. Seeing you lick your cum from my cock, bringing it to me, and tasting it off of your mouth like that has pushed me to the limit!”

“Ok, honey. I have tortured you enough. It’s time to make my hubby come.”

She left me and once again took her position between my legs. I was in agony at this point. My cock was a deep red, engorged to the limit. Precum flowed from the head as if the only reason I had not yet come was because I had not yet produced enough. It mixed with what remained of my wife’s cum.

Like she did before, she placed her lips around the seeping crown and drew me in. Her head moved on me slowly at first but there was a deliberateness to her actions. Her tongue danced and tickled my shaft as my cock moved in and out of her mouth. Soon all of her cum that had been on my cock was replaced with her saliva.

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Good Morning!

Waking up with a smile on my face remembering the kinky fun from the night before, looking over and seeing you asleep the smile on my face getting bigger as I remember having you pinned up against the wall of the club.

Noticing the tie I used to tie you up to the bed last night, I reach over and grab it as I start to tie your hands over your head and on to the bed again, doing it gently so not to wake you, once your tied up I just start to rub my hand over your sexy lil body remembering how I had your body up against the wall with your legs wrapped round me as my hard cock thrust’s in and out your tight pussy.

Remembering all that starts getting me horny as my hand rubs down past your flat belly to your thighs, as I move my body down the bed stopping at your stunning 34c tits I flick my tongue over your perky nipples before wrapping my lips round them sucking gently. Further down your body my hand starts to rub up your thighs till kestel escort it reaches your hot shaved pussy gently rubbing it as I move my body further down the bed till am between your legs.

Placing myself between your long sexy legs my face is just inches away from your hot horny pussy I start to remember how your face was between that girls legs last night licking her pussy as I was fucking you from behind making you moan into her pussy making her scream as she came all over your face.

Thinking about all that is too much and I just have to taste you, taking my tongue I start to lick up between your pussy lips thinking in my head ‘mmmmmm sooo good’, my tongue licking up reaching your clit as I start to flick my tongue against before taking your clit between my lips and sucking on it gently, hearing you moan as I suck harder I look up seeing you there with a big smile on your face.

Smiling myself I slide a finger deep kırıkhan escort in to your tight pussy making you moan as you throw your head back and lifting your hips of the bed, I start to fuck you harder with my fingers feeling you getting wetter round them.

Slipping my fingers out your wet pussy making you ‘sigh’ I move back up the bed and run my fingers along your lips in the same way that girl did last night after you made her cum, you licking and sucking my finger as I straddle myself across your body my hard cock resting in between your tits, reaching down I push your tits together round my cock remembering how much cum I shot aver them last night and that girl licking it all of you.

Moving back down your body and between your long sexy legs I take them and push them up over your head lifting your arse and pussy up of the bed, taking my hard cock and rubbing up and down your pussy teasing you making you moan kızılay escort how much you want me in you hard and deep.

I do just that as I thrust my hard cock deep into your tight pussy making you moan loud as I start to fucking you getting harder and faster, my shoulders keeping your legs up over your head lets me get deeper in you.

Starting to fuck you harder as I remember that girl catching us at the back of the club as we fucked up against the wall, she came walking over and start to play with your tits before we moved over to the nearby couch.

Slipping my cock out your soaking wet pussy I un tie you from the bed, telling you to bend over on all fours, spanking your sexy lil arse as you do the same way I did last night as I fucked you from behind as you were licking that girl out.

Remembering all this as I start to thrust in and out your tight wet pussy harder and faster from behind making you scream as you cum all over my cock, as you come down from your orgasm I slide a finger into your tight arse making you cum again louder than before, feeling you cum a second time makes me cum as I start to shoot my load deep into your now dripping pussy.

As we fall back on to the bed I turn to you smiling as I say “good morning”. XXX

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I’ve always been big into fitness so when my coworker, Fred, decided to open a karate school, I was the first person to sign up. It helped to complete my already busy schedule full of work, school, and my attempts to keep a dying relationship alive. The girl in question and I had worked together before she had gotten fired for constantly being late, and I had stepped in and helped her out a few times before we started dating.

Eventually it led to us becoming more than just friends and initially things were great. But as with all good things, it came to an end. She had to move back home so we ended up only seeing each other once a week, and when we were together, towards the end, all we did was fight. Things weren’t looking so great for us.

Fred and I worked at different stores , so he was bringing a few people from his place into the class who I didn’t actually know, including this one rather cute girl.

I knew I had seen her before but could not remember her name for the life of me, so I waited until Fred brought her over to introduce her to me and a few of the others.

“Hey guys, this is Olivia. Olivia this is Jason, Zach”, and with a glance in my direction, Fred said, “and this is Ben.”

“You can call me Liv,” she smiled shyly. All the while I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She stood about 5’4″, at least a C-cup, and had the nicest ass I had ever seen.

After Fred walked away, we all stood around stretching and talking though, if I’m honest, this was more just simply staring on my part. I found out from Olivia that she lived half an hour away and that she would rather be out here than at her house after work because she needed to start getting in shape for the summer. She also told me she was extremely nervous about taking karate because she wasn’t very coordinated. Being the nice guy I am, I reassured her that everyone is nervous their first time but eventually she’ll get the hang of it.

Having just started class, Olivia did not have the all white uniform everyone else did, instead she was wearing fairly short shorts that hugged the curve of her ass, and a tight t-shirt making it hard not to notice her breasts pushing the shirt out. I tried my best not to look at her all night but it was very difficult to do with someone so attractive standing mere feet away from me.

After class ended, Fred, Jason and I were going to go out for drinks, so naturally we invited Olivia along but she declined, stating, “I have to go see my boyfriend, tell him what he’s missing out on by not coming to karate with me.”

All I could think of was how she had a boyfriend, making her decidedly off limits, but I guess it was a good thing since I still was with my girlfriend at the time.

Over the next few weeks I got to know Liv better. I found out about her culinary degree, and how she was working on her business degree with the hopes of opening a bakery someday. Who doesn’t like a girl with a good head on her shoulders, goals, and the motivation to stay in shape?

One night while I was out with some friends, I got a text from Liv, simply saying, “I need you.”

Slightly confused I replied, “I think this was meant for your boyfriend.” Secretly I was hoping it wasn’t since I had been lusting after this girl since I had first met her.

“No I mean you, Ben. My boyfriend and I are fighting right now and I need someone to come pick me up and comfort me. I’m lost in the city and kinda hammered.”

Sadly I was an hour away from her kemalpaşa escort and was making every excuse in the book not to go to her because I didn’t want to make a mess of her relationship for her to have to deal with. Eventually, she managed to find her way back, but I still regretted not driving to her. But that was the start of it all for her and I. Now that I knew she had a thing for me, I had all the confidence I needed to try and get her.

A few more weeks went by, when I got a phone call from her, so naturally I answered it.

All I could hear through her crying was, “He broke up with me.”

I told her I would be right over, got in my car and drove. When I got there, and she had already gone through two bottles of wine and was still crying hysterically. I carried her up to her bed, and tucked her in since she could barely walk. She begged me to stay with her so I lay on top of the sheets on the edge of the bed so that I could sneak away once she fell asleep.

The next morning I got a text saying, “Thank you for not taking advantage of me being super hammered, you’re an amazing guy.”

As we continued talking, she revealed that she had had a thing for me since she started taking karate and that it had been so hard to keep her hands to herself whenever she saw me. We set up a time to see each other that night, so I got out of work early and grabbed a couple of things to bring with me for the night.

As I pulled into her driveway, all I could think of was,”Damn, I hope I don’t mess this up.”

I walked up to the door, and right as I was about to knock, it opened. Looking her up and down, I saw she was wearing a black tank top with a purple bra with black yoga pants that accentuated her already perfect ass.

“I’m glad you came over,” she said with this mischievous grin.

“Anytime, glad you’re letting me spend some time with you,” I replied.

We made our way to the kitchen where I put down the bottle of wine and the ice cream that I had brought with me. “Figured I might as well replace some of the wine you drank last night, and who doesn’t like ice cream?” I said.

The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, so I turned towards her and slowly brought my lips down to kiss her firmly but passionately. It felt like I was melting, her lips were so soft. I reached down and around her and pulled her closer to me, pressing us together.

She broke away from the kiss, “I have been waiting for you to do that for so long now, I can’t believe you didn’t just do it as soon as I opened the door after what I told you yesterday.”

“I have some self control, I didn’t want to just in case you weren’t completely sure about it.”

To reaffirm what she wanted, she got up on her tip toes and kissed me hard while clawing at my back, turning me on even more than I already was.

I picked her up while she was still kissing me, and brought her over to the couch. I threw her onto it playfully, and jumped right on top of her, pinning her down with my legs because I remembered her telling me that she liked to be roughed up a little bit.

I grabbed her chin and directed her head towards me, stared deep into her dark brown eyes, and told her, “You are beautiful”, which made her beam like I have never seen her smile before, then I leaned down and kissed her again.

Slowly I released my pin on her, all while still kissing her, and started moving my hands down her body, kemer escort making my way down to her perfect ass. I grabbed onto it, flipping her over on top of me leaving her entire body open for me to grope as much as I wanted.

Eventually I picked her back up, telling her that I wanted to lie in bed with her because, as comfortable as the couch may be, there was so much more room in her bed. She agreed and started to get up, but I pushed her back down, getting between her legs and picking her back up with her straddling me.

She started yelling that she was too heavy for me to carry all the way up the stairs, to which I told her that she was as light as a feather and brought her up the stairs and gently lay her on the bed. As I did so, I leaned down to kiss her again, this time she had her legs wrapped around my back so I could feel how wet her pussy was, even through my jeans.

I slid my hands up the back of her shirt and undo the clasp of her bra with a snap of my fingers. I stopped kissing her for just a moment to take off her shirt and bra, then start kissing her again the moment they had past her lips. I start kissing down her neck making my way to her breasts and started attacking her nipples. “Be nice to them, they’re sensitive” she pouted at me. That was mistake number one, because then I started to really go at them, making her moan and tell me how much she loved her nipples being sucked on.

After a few minutes of that I started to kiss my way down to her yoga pants, which by now have a very dark spot where her pussy was. I moved my hands to her hips and start pulling the pants down as I kissed and licked my way down her body. All I could hear was her heavy breathing as I got closer and closer to her wet pussy lips. Right as her pants came down past her perfectly shaved pussy, I decided I wanted to tease her a bit, so I moved my head to the right just a little bit, making my path of kisses go right past her pussy down her leg. I kept going down her right leg all the way to her ankle and back up. Again, I passed her pussy, up her stomach, stopped at her right nipple for a moment, then back up to her mouth. Just by looking into her eyes, I could see that her lust for me had grown even more and that she was about to take things into her own hands. So I continued on my way back down her, stopping at her left nipple this time, all the way down to her left ankle, and started my way back up.

This time, I decided it was time to stop teasing her, but she stopped me right as my mouth hovered over her wet, little pussy. “So I’m fully naked and you have everything on why?” I looked down and noticed she was right. I did have all my clothes on for some reason!

I quickly stripped, and got back to where I was on her. I spread her toned legs, and kissed my way up her thighs to her pussy, which was leaking her juices by then. I slid my tongue up her slit, tasting her sweet juices, maneuvering my tongue into her tight pussy, going a little bit inside making her gasp from the sudden intrusion of my tongue. I removed my tongue and moved it up towards her clit, sliding slowly over it, which made her jump. I took my right hand off of her leg and slid my middle finger deep inside of her pussy while I flicked my tongue across her clit.

“Oh My God! That feels amazing! How are you doing that with your tongue?” she gasped breathlessly.

I continued to flick her clit with tongue in any direction it would go, occasionally putting keşan escort my whole mouth around it and sucking it in and flicking it around inside my mouth. Soon after I did this, she wrapped her legs around my head, pulling me deeper in towards her pussy. “I’M CUMMING!!!” she screamed, as I felt her juices start flowing more from her pussy. As she released me from her leg lock, I started tonguing the alphabet on her clit, but she stopped me claiming it wasn’t fair to leave my cock hard as a rock after she had gotten off like she did.

She pushed me out from in between her legs which caused me to fall back onto the floor with my cock pointing straight up towards the ceiling. She got in between my legs, and took all of me in, in one go, right down her throat. She expertly sucked my cock almost to the point of me cumming but I made her stop so that I could make her cum more, this time with my cock.

I got her back up on to the bed, spread her legs, and licked her pussy once more even though she was already more than wet enough to take my entire cock. I slid my cock head up and down her slit a few times, saying, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your fat cock to fuck my tight pussy until I cum so hard I can’t cum anymore.”

And with that statement I slide all 6 inches of my cock into her making her scream out from being filled by me. I’ll admit, I’m not hung like a horse, but I know how to use what I have. After a few times in and out of her tight pussy, I spread her legs, and reached down to start rubbing her clit, which was now incredibly sensitive after the treatment I had given it earlier. Almost instantly, she came so hard that she lost her breath. She grabbed my hand away from her clit because she couldn’t take another orgasm right away. So I moved her legs up to my shoulders and started sliding deeper into her, making her gasp from the depth I was reaching.

After a few minutes of this, I flipped her over to her hands and knees and buried myself all the way in her. As I pounded myself deep inside her, I grabbed onto her hair and pulled her back into me so that I could grab onto her nipples. She was getting so wet I could see her juices running down her thighs.

I decided it was time to try to get her to really cum hard, so I flipped her back onto her back, slid my cock in and told her to hold on. She asked me “Why? What are you going to do?”

“Just hold onto my neck and you’ll see” as I hooked my arms behind her legs.

She grabbed onto my neck I lifted her up, and impaled her on my cock. “Holy shit, what are you doing!” she said as I started to slam her down on my cock. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting around my cock every time I lifted her up, like they were trying to keep me deep inside her.

I laid her back down on the bed because I was starting to feel that familiar feeling in my balls.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?”

“Right in my pussy. I need to feel you shoot your cum deep inside my pussy!”

After those sexy words left her lips, I felt it traveling up my cock. “Oh yes, I’m gonna cum all over the inside of your pussy!!!”

As the first blast of cum shot into her tight pussy, she screamed out in orgasm just from the feeling of being filled with my hot cum. Shot after shot filled her up, until there was nothing left in my balls, and we just lay there with my cock slowly softening inside her pussy. Eventually I slid slowly out of her, along with some of our mixed juices, but neither of us cared, we were both so worn out.

“Man, that was awesome sex” she said.

“Yeah it was” I said, as I moved next to her on the bed.

“I could definitely use a nap” she whispered, as she curled up next to me, and slowly we both fell asleep after a night of fun filled activities.

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