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“Holy fuck, I don’t believe it.” She said, watching the porno on her TV.

“What is it?” asked her neighbour who had come over to watch it with her.

“Look closely.” She told him.

“Hey, isn’t that…?”

“Yep.” she said, looking at the face of her friend on the TV. She was knelt on the floor riding a thick dildo that was suctioned to the tiles between her legs, her nice tits bouncing up and down as she rode it. Her friend had given her the porno to watch, but hadn’t mentioned that she was the star.

“Fuck. Nice body.” Said her neighbour

“It certainly is.” She agreed, watching her friend bounce hard on the toy.

The camera panned around for a view from behind. Her friend leant forward showing off her pussy with the dildo in it.

“Jesus Christ that’s a nice pussy. I bet it tastes so good.” exclaimed her neighbor, his eyes glued to the pussy on the screen with its lips gripping the dildo as it pushed and pulled at them, sliding deep in and out of the tight cunt riding it.

“It does.” She said, staring hard at the screen, the sight of her friend riding a dildo so fucking exciting.

“You’ve licked it haven’t you, you lucky bitch.” He said jealously, his cock starting to harden in his pants at the thought of licking the pussy on the screen and the picture in his mind of her licking her friend, both just as arousing.

The scene faded and a new one appeared. It was her friend’s bedroom. She was lying on her side facing the camera. He was lying behind her, holding her leg up as he fucked her from behind, his long thick cock sliding deep in and out of her shaved cunt.

“Oh shit!” groaned her neighbor as he watched it disappearing into her tight pussy, only to reappear thick and glistening with her wetness.

“Fuck!” she gasped, the sight of her friend being fucked like that taking her breath away. She could feel her pussy flooding just watching it. Without taking her eyes off the screen she reached down and slid her hand inside her panties. Seeing what she was doing and just as aroused, he unzipped his flies and released is aching rigid cock. Masturbating, they watched scene after scene of her friend and the cabbie them fucking in different positions until the last one came on the screen. It was from his point of view, looking down as he fucked her with his huge cock missionary, pushing into her hard and deep. There were views of her tits bouncing and her face screwed up in pleasure as the long hard cock penetrated her very depths. As they masturbated, they watched her orgasm, her legs shaking and then saw him pull his cock out of her and stroke it hard; squirting cum all over belly as he finally came. His cock spent, they watched as he rubbed the last trickle of cum from the tip all over her sticky wet pussy.

She was groaning by the time the last scene ended, her pussy aroused beyond belief and her panties soaked. He was no better, lying back on the couch gripping his cock, his fingers covered in the precum that was still oozing from the tip of it.

“Fuck that was good.” He said, wiping the last of the precum off his cock with his fingers.”

“Don’t waste that,” she said, slipping her hand out of her panties and reaching out for his hand. As he offered it to her, she leaned over and started sucking the precum off his fingers. It tasted good and she made sure she got every all of it. Done with his hand, he leaned over even further, taking him into her mouth, sucking the head and shaft clean.

“Do I get to do that with your pussy too?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!” she replied, straightening up and then leaning back, sliding off her panties and opening her legs at the same time. Eager to taste her, he slid between her legs and licked hungrily at her sopping cunt, lapping up every wonderful arousing drop of her wetness. Before finishing, he gave her throbbing clit a little lick for good measure.

“Don’t fucking stop.” She ordered him, her clit feeling ready to explode. Not needing to be asked twice, he lapped at her clit, over illegal bahis and over until he gave out a loud cry, even more wetness gushing from her as she came hard on his mouth.

“I want you to fuck me tonight. Fuck my ass and my pussy. But first I want to watch that again and you have to promise you won’t cum before its finished.” She told him. Fuck she was so wound up after watching that and her pussy so aroused it ached.

“Deal.” He replied, his heart beating faster and his cock tingling at her invitation. Leaning back, he watched the screen as she hit the replay button. He swore he could feel his balls swelling with cum he was that excited.

“That big dark cock belongs to the cabbie we both fucked the other week.” She told him during one of the scenes. “And he fucked us both at the same time too.” she added.

“Both at the same time eh. Lucky fucker.” Was all he could say, his eyes glued to the screen, not daring to touch his rigid straining cock in case he came. Nothing was going to keep him from her tight ass and pussy.

“Do you think your friend would ever let me fuck her?” he asked at one point during the movie.

“With that thick cock of yours, you’re a shoe in.” she told him. “She just loves a thick fat cock.” Hearing that, his cock twitched with excitement at the prospect of being inside her friend.

After the movie had ended, she wished she had put her panties back on. Between her legs, the couch was stained dark with her wetness. Watching a second time had made her so aroused and left her with her pussy drenched and craving attention. He had fared no better, his cock still rigid was coated once again with precum.

“You need to take me to bed.” She told him. Getting up, she made for the bedroom while he went off to use the bathroom. When entered the bedroom, she was naked, lying across the bed on her back and when he approached the side of the bed, she raised her legs and spread them wide, eagerly awaiting his cock. Holding his stiff thick cock, he moved to the side of the bed in between her legs. Pushing it down, he rubbed the swollen head and thick shaft along the wet crack of her pussy. She groaned at the feel of it rubbing over her pussy lips and the hard throbbing clit sticking out proudly between them. Lifting his cock off her pussy, he started to tap her clit with the head of it.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out, squirting hard, the jet of wetness hitting his cock and spraying them both with its warmth.

“Fuck me.” She pleaded, quivering with arousal and desperate for a cock inside her.

Sliding his cock downwards, he pressed the precum and squirt covered head against her ass. She winced as he pushed it half way into her. He withdrew and then pushed it back in a little deeper. It was easier this time but he was still thicker than anything she had used in the past week. Her ass and his cock head fully lubed, he pushed in again, this time all the way inside. She gave a little yelp as it stretched her ass. Now he was working the shaft into her, pushing deeper with every gentle thrust. Any pain she felt had turned to pleasure and now she was willing him to go deeper. Thrusting harder, he pushed into her ass until all of him was inside. Fuck that felt good, her ass full with that thick cock. He found his rhythm, fucking her ass, grunting with every long deep thrust. She moaned in time with him, an orgasm starting to build in her ass, its tightness squeezing his shaft just like a cock ring.

“Harder.” She panted, her ass now rocketing towards a climax. He rammed himself between her legs, brutally fucking her, driving his cock deep. She cried out as she came, her legs and buttocks shaking. He pulled out of her and quickly plunged his throbbing fat cock into her pussy as deep as she could. She cried out again at the feel of per pussy filled and ass cumming. As he pushed hard into her drenched cunt, she reached down and frantically rubbed her clit.

“Oh fuck, shit, don’t stop, fuck me, oh fuck, I’m cumming.” With her fingers on her clit a illegal bahis siteleri blur and his cock driving into her cunt hard, she erupted in a hard gush over them both. Still hard and consumed with lust, he pulled out and rammed his cock back in her ass, fucking it hard, his own orgasm just strokes of his cock in her away.

“Oh Christ, fuck.” She moaned; both her ass and cunt cumming at the same time, her whole body writhing and shaking, impaled with his cock up her ass. With a sudden gasp he pulled out of her gripping his cock. His body jerked hard as the hard shaft in his hand began pulsating, shooting rope after rope of thick cum over her pussy, hand and belly. Panting and still gripping his cock, he watched her, whimpering on the bed with her entire insides in turmoil, her pussy bulging and snapping and her ass puckering and expanding from the contractions deep within each. Fuck that had been good. He had never fucked her ass before. It felt so tight around his cock. That alone was memorable, but to have fucked both her holes like that was so exciting. He couldn’t remember having ever cum that hard before.

“Holy fuck.” She said, sitting up on the bed, her hands pressed to her abdomen, the belly under them still jerking with the odd spasm. That fucking thick cock of his had really done a job on her. Her cunt and ass felt so satisfied. That hard fast fuck was just what she needed after getting so worked up watching the movie. She looked down at the sticky mess between her legs. Fuck there was a lot of cum.

“It looks like you were as worked up as me.” She said to him smiling.

“There’s more where that came from.” he said suggestively.

“I might take you up on that. But first, I need a drink.” She told him, carefully climbing off the bed onto her feet, the orgasm inside her still persisting. Her pussy still drenched with cum, she padded out of the room. Thirsty himself, he followed her, his soft thick cock dangling in front of him.

Things had changed he thought to himself as he sat on the couch looking at her sat at the other end sipping her drink. No longer would he view her as a nice pussy to fuck. Not now that he had been in her ass. From now on she would be two holes on offer. At the other end of the sofa, she was reflecting on her hesitancy to have him inside her ass because of the thickness of his cock. That was history now. That thick thing had felt so fucking good up there.

“So, how did you like fucking my ass?” she asked him as she reclined against the arm of the sofa with her feet up on it and her legs parted.

“It was fucking nice.” He told, glancing down at the shaved slit between her open thighs

“Would you like to fuck it again?” He just nodded grinning. She noticed that the suggestion of fucking her ass again had caused his cock to harden slightly. Fuck, it had just made her wet too. Starting to become aroused and wanting to see his cock stiffen, she slid a hand between her legs and slowly stroked herself as she told him how good his cock felt in her ass. She got her wish. The sight of her masturbating and hearing about his cock in her ass had him growing fast. She slipped two fingers inside herself and watched him become fully erect. She loved watching men’s cocks grow like that, from soft to hard and swollen with no more than the sight of her shaved pussy and a little fingering. Sliding along the couch with his hard cock, he took her wrist and removed her hand from between her legs, replacing it with his own. As he started to finger her, she gripped his cock and started pulling it. Fuck it felt good masturbating each other, his cock rigid in her hand and her cunt flooding on her clit and up inside her. As their excitement grew, so did her need to have him inside her again.

“Do me here.” She told him, the urgency of her need clear in her voice.

Seconds later, she was at the end of the couch, bent over the armrest, her feet wide apart on the floor. Pulling his cock, he looked at her nice tight ass and the pussy beneath canlı bahis siteleri it. Still pulling himself, he moved in behind her and pushed his hard thick cock into her wet pussy, driving it deep until the front of him was pressed hard against her ass. She let out a moan of delight at the feel of her cunt being opened up and filled so fast. Holding her hips, he started thrusting against her ass, driving into her hard and deep.

“Oh fuck, yes!” she cried out with pleasure at the feel of the thick shaft and swollen head fucking deep into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, fuck my cunt!” she yelled, feeling her orgasm building fast deep inside her. Spurred on, his hips increased their thrusting; driving the head of his cock deep inside her saturated aroused pussy. Desperate to feel himself deep in her cunt, he lifted one of her knees up onto the arm of the couch, opening her up to his cock. Spread wider, he rammed himself between her legs hard.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, I’m cumming!” she cried in a quavering voice, her legs shaking. He felt her pussy clenching his cock as she bucked on it moaning loudly. He thrust in to a few more times and then slid his cock out. Coated with precum and her silky wetness, he pressed his cock to her ass. Bracing herself for it, she held her breath in excited anticipation. With one thrust, he opened up her ass and drove his slippery cock in deep. She gasped and cried out. Fuck he felt so huge in her ass. So fucking huge and so fucking good.

“Oh God.” She moaned as he started fucking her ass, the feel of his cock sliding inside it was heaven. It was even exciting her cunt too. Reaching down, she rubbed hard at her clit, desperate to feel her ass and cunt cum together. Her ass now wet and slippery, he started driving into it harder, his excited cock rapidly approaching orgasm despite her tight ass squeezing it so hard. She was quivering again, her legs and buttocks shaking, the head of his cock moving deep in her ass was making her cum. She cried out, her ass cumming, her hand throttling her clit frantically. Bucking on his cock, she gave out a loud cry and her pussy squirted, a hard jet of wetness splashing onto the armrest of the couch. Still thrust hard into her, he reached his own point of no return. With a roar he pushed into her hard and froze, his climaxing cock jerking in her as, filling it with warm cum.

Both seated naked back on the couch, sipping fresh drinks, she decided that even after that last fuck, her cunt wasn’t done yet.

“I think you had better stay the night.” She said to him, her meaning quite clear. He didn’t need to reply, his smile said it all.

“So, how did you like the porno I leant you?” asked her friend over the phone.

“You didn’t tell me you starred in it.” She replied.

“Ha ha. Thought that might surprise you. The cabbie and I made it the night he turned up here and stayed over.”

“Well, it certainly was a surprise.” she told her friend.

“You haven’t said how you liked it.”

“It was so fucking good. My neighbour was here when I watched it and it made us so horny we fucked all night, ass, cunt the lot.”

“Wow! I’m glad you got off on it. We had so much fun making it.”

“By the way, you have a fan.” She told her friend. “My neighbor wants to fuck your pussy. He says it looks delicious.”

“Lots of men want to fuck my pussy.” Said her friend.

“Oh, but this one is different. He has the thickest fucking cock you’ve ever seen. He totally destroyed my cunt and ass with it last night.” She told her.

“Well that’s different if he has a cock that thick. When can I do him?” her friend said chuckling.

“What about tonight. I can watch you getting the shit fucked out of you.”

“So, you want to watch do you?” said her friend.

“Fuck yes! He can do my ass after he’s sorted your cunt out.”

“I’ll be over tonight then.” Said her friend and hung up.

Pleased with herself, she put down the phone and took another sip of her drink. Now all she had to do was organize her neighbor to come around. That would be easy; she would just promise him some pussy. He wouldn’t pass that up. He’s going to be surprised when he finds out whose pussy she thought to herself smiling and taking another sip of her drink.

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You stand there in the bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror. You wipe the sleep from your eyes and push your hair back admiring your smooth face. Your robe begins to fall from your shoulders. You let it fall to the floor as you turn towards the shower and begin to turn the taps. First the cold…and then you begin adding hot. You haven’t had a very hot shower in a while so you make sure there is just that little extra bite to it this time. You figure you deserve it.

You admire your figure one last time in the mirror, giving each breast a little squeeze and each nipple a little tweak, before the steam begins to cloud it. You step into the shower and feel each little drop of water pummeling your body like little fingers. They massage they’re way into your muscles. You can feel all the stress in your body running down the drain.

Something pulls you from your fantasy. A click at the door? No, it couldn’t be. You are alone in your house. You decided it was illegal bahis nothing and you return to feeling the heat penetrating your every inch. You grab the shampoo and place a small dab in your hands and begin working it into your hair. You close your eyes relishing in this fantastic feeling.

From behind the shower curtain a hand reaches in and begins to help you massage the shampoo into your scalp. You don’t notice it at first but then it clicks in. You look over and recognize the arm extending its way into your shower…it’s mine. You close your eyes again as you step back under the spray and allow the water to wash the suds out of your hair. You can feel the bubbles pop as they trail all the way down your body.

I move in behind you and grab the bar of soap. I rub the bar in my hand and begin to work them against your back and shoulders. Massaging as I go. My hands envelope your body like the water coming from the tap. Caressing you as they perform their illegal bahis siteleri magic. My hands wrap around your sides as I begin to massage your stomach and side. I work my way up to your chest giving each of your breasts a good massage. I take a little more soap on my hands and place my finger around your nipple tracing a circle around it.

You gasp from the little shocks it sends through your body. Suddenly, I spin you around to face me and I begin to kiss you passionately. The water splashes between our bodies. You begin to feel that familiar tingle between your legs. My hands push your hair back from your face and then one hand falls down your body slowly and it trails its way down until you feel it push lightly against your most private of places. I let one of my fingers fall between the folds of your flesh. It bumps against your clit, which sends shivers up your spine. I let my finger penetrate you slowly. You feel each knuckle as it slides in canlı bahis siteleri deeper and deeper. You have a mini-orgasm. I pull my finger out just as slow.

The water running down our bodies has put us both in a swirl. Is this really happening?! I remove my finger and you feel something soft yet firm. Its heat exceeds that of the shower and you know what is coming next. I push myself inside you. You can feel the entire length of me as I push deeper and deeper. I slide myself in and out at a steadily increasing pace as your climax approaches your head begins to spin.

The next thing you notice is that the shower has become cold. You look around and realize you are alone in the shower. Was it a dream?! You finish washing up and jump out before you freeze. As you step out of the shower the phone rings. You answer and it’s me on the other end of the line. I ask if you enjoyed you shower. You think for a moment. No it couldn’t be. You reply “Yes it was very relaxing. When will you be here?”

“In a few minutes.” I say. You decided right then and there you are going to make wild passionate love to me as soon as I walk in the door. You begin to set-up your surprise starting with your sexy lace teddy…

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It was late, I was still working, my boss kept keeping me late, every Saturday evening, I have no idea why. I would ask, but she kind of scares me. Alex Heaton, business tycoon, multi-millionaire, bit of a bitch, but so amazingly beautiful.

The office door knocked, I looked up and said “Come in” in a tired voice. I’d been working since 7 this morning; it was now 11.30 at night. I just wanted to finish my report as soon as possible so I could go home to my weird roommate and eat the cold pizza he’d left me, then get some sleep seeing as it was my day off on Sundays. I planned to sleep most of the day, and then laze about for the rest of the day. Single life was pretty boring, I should know, I’d been single for the last 7 months.

“Matthew, have you finished the report yet?” Alex asked as she entered my office. A vision of beauty, I couldn’t but let my imagination float away with thoughts of her, “Matthew baby, would you like to touch me?” she said seductively, her eyes dark, as though they were burning into my very soul.

“Yeah, you have no idea. I want to bend you over my desk and punish you for being such a naughty girl” I replied, licking my lips.

My daydream was rudely concluded by the real life Alex waving her hand in front of my face, “Hello-o, Matt? Lost you there for a second, the report?” she said with a lopsided smile on her face.

“Oh, yeah, I’m just finishing it right now, I’ll be done in ten minutes, you could come back then, or take a seat, I don’t mind.” I told her in a shaky voice. She sunk into the chair opposite canlı bahis şirketleri me, my eyes never left her for a second, I wanted her so much, but I’d never get the courage to say anything to her. Plus, she is way out of my league.

As I continued writing the report, Alex got up and walked behind me to look out of the window, as she walked past me, her hand brushed my arm, it was like a shock of electricity shot through my entire body, targeting specifically my crotch area, which is when I obtained something very hard. “Oh shit” I thought, surely she’d notice if she looked, my pants aren’t exactly loose. “I’ve finished, Alex.” I informed her in a slightly more confident voice than previously.

“Thanks Matt, it’s been a long day, you can go…” She said turning to face me, I began to get up when she said “…as soon as you’ve fucked me.” This caused my mouth to drop.

“I’m sorry??? What did you say?” I said, obviously thinking I was daydreaming again.

“You heard me. I’ve been watching you Matthew, lust in your eyes every time you see me, I know you want me.” She told me with a mischievous grin on her face. She walked in front of me, her pure white work shirt unbuttoned, she pushed my chair back, took off her shirt and sat in my lap. She grabbed my hand and placed it onto one of her breasts “Do you like that?” she whispered into my ear while she planted tiny kisses on the side of my face.

“Yeah” I breathed in disbelief, this couldn’t be happening, maybe I’d fallen asleep and I was dreaming. Yeah. That must be canlı kaçak iddaa it, I’m dreaming. She got up then kneeled in between my legs which she’d forced apart.

“Matt, you look so hard” She said stroking me flirtatiously “Maybe I should put it to use” she said in a husky voice. She unzipped my pants and pulled my quivering member out. “Your dick is so big Matt, I want it all.” She told me whilst licking her lips. To be honest, right now I really didn’t care whether this was a dream or not, this is what I’ve wanted for so long.

She surprised me with her warm, wet mouth then as she began sucking me. It was so good. I grabbed hold of her head and begun moving it up and down, faster and faster, harder and harder, my whole body felt as though it was going to erupt, “I’m going to come, Alex, I’m going to come” I panted as I emptied myself into her mouth. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I felt invincible, but I wanted more, more of her, I needed to punish her, for the many months she’d kept me holding on. It was time to make my daydreams come true. I opened my eyes and stared into her burning eyes, and she stared back into mine. I got up, took her shoulders in my hands, turned her around, I kissed down her neck and her shoulder while my hands reached round and undid her trousers and pushed them down. She said nothing, just kept shoot secret smiles at me. “I think you should get rid of these silly clothes” I said in an extremely demanding voice, she nodded in agreement, kicked her heels off and let her trousers slide off. And canlı kaçak bahis there a beautiful woman stood wearing nothing but a bra and a tiny pair of thongs which didn’t leave much to the imagination. I let her take off my shirt and then we were stood together, deeply breathing. We both fell to the floor together, I let my hand slowly float down in between her legs, where I expertly removed her thongs, my fingers fluttered to her inner thighs, as I forced my fingers deep inside her, I heard her gasp in pleasure and moan for me to give her more, “Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked her in a voice I almost didn’t recognize.

“Yes.” She said in a breath.

“I didn’t hear you, scream, you want more”. I had no idea who this person was that had taken control of my body, I never knew I could be this person.

“I WANT MORE!” She shouted. I took my fingers out and moved myself on top of her, I forced myself into her, she was wet so it went in easily, I heard her moan as I put my full length inside her “Oh Matt, yeah, I want more, I want it hard” she told me. I pushed inside her as hard as I could, her whole body shook with pleasure, I went faster and faster, as her orgasm peaked and we came together in a rush of amazing pleasure. “I never thought, not for one second you’d be like that.” She whispered in my ear as she drifted to sleep on my shoulder. I lay awake for a while going over what had happened in my head, over and over. I smiled to myself, lifted Alex up and carried her to the couch I had in my office, and covered her with the blanket I kept here for the occasions I slept here. I then gathered my clothes and got dressed.

I kissed her on the forehead before leaving, I walked to the door of the dark office, turned, to take one final glance at the sleeping angel, and then I left.

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Wanda opened the door to Dillon’s room and saw him standing by the bed. His dark green eyes were filled with an eager light as she stepped into the room. Julian’s room always smelled like talcum powder and the minty linament her rubbed on his sore muscles after one of his frequent workouts in the gym. Wanda loved that smell. She always took a deep whiff of Julian when she first saw him every day. His hair pomade mixed with the talc and linament and deodorant would mingle with Julie’s strong musk and Wanda could see neon lights flash in her mind. Man, was all Wanda could think as the scent of Julie flooded her senses. Everything about Julie screamed man in a primal sense.

Wanda gave Julie a second to take her in. She loved his worshiping gaze as his eyes flowed over her ample curves. The hunger in expression as he absorbed her large breasts was always a turn on for her. Julie never tired of seeing her breasts. even after years together and countless hours absorbing every detail of Wanda’s body, Julie wasn’t religious but Wanda’s body was his personal heaven. Wanda started for Julie. She was caught up in his eyes. Julie had eyes that gave away his every thought. Julie was watching a hundred sexy and loving thoughts flash through his eyes. she stumbled on Julies weight set laying on the floor. Her body pitched forward. She would have caught her balance herself but Julie was to her in an instant reaching out to catch illegal bahis her. He was so protective of her. He caught her and under the arm and Wanda twisted away as her feet steadied her body. His hand involuntarily shifted to the side of her chest. Wanda started to be embarrassed by her lack of grace but watched as the sensation of her soft breasts in Julie’s hands washed over his eyes. Julie’s expression and the warmth of his hands made Wanda’s already sensitive body tingle. Her knees were weak and she sat on the bed.

Julie took this as an invitation to pounce on her. He pushed her on her back. He laid to her side and started kissing her. They was a rush of sweetness as they kissed. Julie’s lips grew warm and swollen. The possibilities of those lips on her body had Wanda pressing Julies powerful shoulders down. She didn’t realize she was doing it. She squeezed his muscles tightly as he tore himself from her lips. When his lips reached under her chin it felt like a string was running from his warm mouth to her sex. Every kiss was like pulling the string like a quitar player. The vibration of the string radiated throughout her woman hood. She was melting in her jeans. Julie’s hands pressed into her sides as his warm mouth reached the collar of her shirt. His hands sliped into her jeans to find the hem of her shirt.

Wanda sat up and gripped the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head. The illegal bahis siteleri anticipation in Julie’s eyes was intense. She loved how hungry he was to see her amazing breasts she loved when she would first take off her shirt. The rush she would get from Julie staring at the bright material of her bra contrasting with her coffee complexion of her. His eyes flowing over her the huge curves of her tits. As her shirt slid over her head she was again hit by the smell of the blood of one of her tormentors. The metallic odor started a quake deep within the warm walls of her pussy. She was starting to peak as the shirt cleared her head. Julies’ mouth touched her collar bone and his warm tongue glided over it’s length. Wanda felt the heat like a bolt of lightning that ran through her spine to her Clit. Her body spasmed in ograsm and she shoved Julie from her neck as he hot flush rushed over her body. It took every once of her strength to keep Julie off her body as she tried to recover from the mini electric shocks poping around the erogenous zones of her body.

She sees his eyes widen as they focused on her breasts. The way Julie was staring, Wanda knew her nipples must have been poking through the thin material of her bra. She could feel her already hard nipples grow even firmer under his gaze. She knew as hard as her nipples were Julie was seeing every detail through the thin cloth stretched across her canlı bahis siteleri tips. she hated Julie for not letting her recover from her orgasm. She could feel the heat from his eyes on her chest pushing her towards the edge again without even touching her.

She couldn’t keep Julie from her body forever. His eyes were conflicted. He knew she needed him to stop. To give her a second to regroup. But, he had needs too. He was desperate to continue. A pressure was building inside him and Wanda’s body was the only thing that could relieve that pressure. He was at war with that pressure trying to hold back so Wanda could recover. He was slowly losing that war as he pressed harder and harder against Wanda’s effort to keep his mouth from her body. His eyes met hers and they understood. Julie was about to lose the struggle to resist Wanda’s allure. Wanda would forgive him his weakness for her body.

Wanda ceased to resist. She felt like a flaming monk becoming a martyr for Julie’s desires. The heat spread over her as Julie kissed her neck again. As his warm mouth reached her huge breasts his light beard tickling her exposed cleavage. Her body was all tingles and jingles he covered her bra covered right nipple with his mouth. The wet heat from his mouth started her pussy humming. She pushed him off before the hum built to another electric climax. She saw his eyes were longing for the sight of her bare nipples. He found her areolas to have a hypnotic effect. The world ceased to exist as he would stare at her. It was like he could see the whole universe in her breasts. She knew he was about to take off her bra and set her large orbs free.

To be continued

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“Yes, Big Daddy, I think that is a wonderful idea. Does anyone need a new drink?” Stephanie turned her head to Reggie, then deliberately eyeballs his too-full beer, then down to her healthy, perfect breasts, then back to lock onto his eyes.

Reggie followed her glance to realize the message here was he wasn’t ready to be served yet and that it was in his best interest to be ready. Dwayne, not needing it to be spelled out for him takes his final sip and gestures the empty bottle nod. “Yes, Stephanie, I would love another. Thanks.”

Still looking over to Reggie, she replies, “Of course Dwayne, no problem.” Being sure the short man sees her look down to the bulge in his pants. “Don’t move a muscle sexy, I’ll be right back with that.”

Reggie picks up his beer and tilts it back, nearly choking to get it down as quick as possible. His surroundings and the poker game a lost afterthought. With a dribble down his chin and a smug look on his face, he brazenly finishes the bottle faster than he had in many years. Holding the bottle as if a trophy he shouts, “Stephanie… beer!”

The group recognizes the rude action and bemoans with amusement in a collective “oooohhhhhh.” Dwayne shakes his head and smiles, not even looking up from his phone. He’s seen this movie before. Stephanie drags her glance away to look over to her Master with a head-tilted silent expression as if to say, ‘did he just?!?’ Big Daddy responds by closing his eyes, nodding in shame and approval.

Shifting her attention back to her prey, she begins sotto voce. “Reggie, sir, while I appreciate you are new to this type of agreement and maybe less than comfortable around an attractive woman, not realizing or caring that it is inappropriate to stare at my tits when I open the door to invite you in, or that you should at least ask permission before you just grope me, or have the balls to think that Big Daddy being my Master grants you privilege, don’t you fucking dare try me. You are seriously mistaken. This night was set up so that I am the boss of how this game finishes and up until now, I’ve been being a good girl putting up with you. We’re all having a good time so from here on, this can go one of two ways. If you treat me with the same respect as each of these awesome gentlemen have, we’re good. If not, I promise you will see a whole different side of me. You will not like it.”

As if she also owns the ability to freeze time, she turns and instantly flips the switch returning to the inner slut persona as she points to Jason’s stunned face. “He’s the one who would like that…” Adding a smidge of baby girl inflection, she pushes out her pouty lip and flashes her eyes, then continues… “You wouwd wike that, wouldn’t you, big boy? What is it? What’s your fweak? Do you wike pain? Weather, whips and chains? Want me to pee on you? Oooohhhh, you want to be a good sub and lick my feet?!? I know I’m close… I have a ball gag and a bullwhip upstairs for the nights that Big Daddy needs to teach me a lesson. Maybe I can show you later, but only if you’re a bad boy…”

Coming out of his stupor to realize he has suddenly found himself in the barrel, Jason’s jaw drops in a shock that can only be equaled by finding out that the auntie you think about when masturbating is really your biological mother. This isn’t one of those figurative moments that is so shocking that someone misuses the phrase. His mouth was literally wide open and cheeks blushed red. One is just not ready to compute being called out like this with something this personal, in front of so many close friends all at once. The emotion in his silent but expressive eyes traveled from confusion, to wide and calculating, to erotic consideration, to embarrassment, to quizzical horror… then seemed to start over at confusion again. His entire face ghost white except for the blue in his eyes, the red in his cheeks and the large dark gaping crevasse where his mouth once worked. His eyes finally break from her to shift randomly around the audience he had all but forgotten existed. Every eye on him with a blank stare looking for more information. Even Dwayne had somehow managed to look up from his phone. Finally, in a bashful admittance of guilt, Jason looks down to his shoes as he did when he crushed on his sixth-grade teacher. Outside of finally releasing the breath he’d been holding, no noise ever left him.

Knowing she hit her mark again Stephanie looks over to her Master, smiles, winks, and blows him a kiss. Ben sheepishly smiles in return.

Henry Johnson admires her overall presence. To only appreciate her beauty would be the same as only appreciating blue in a Dalí painting. There was so much more there, and this woman could only be described as perfect. The way she swaps personas like you were choosing a player-character in a video game could only be described as remarkable.

Having this performance in the nude and in front of an audience without care is equally beautiful in aesthetics and its entertainment value. It is powerful, terrifying, canlı bahis şirketaleri and erotic. It is all but impossible to picture the perfectly professional woman he has always known and quietly crushed on for the past few years and cannot put the two personas on the same person, for the first time questioning if this is the real her and the office persona is the mask. That professional employee he has known from the office is so far removed from what he is currently witnessing, he can do little but sit in awe at her many talents. He decides at that moment he would do anything it took to win more than just a lap dance tonight… anything.

She unclicks the time-pause and turns back to Reggie. “Now, my little friend, I would like to believe that we finally, fully understand each other and will not have any more problems moving forward. We’re all here to have a good time, right? I didn’t hear you quite clearly before, did you politely ask me for something?”

Feeling like he did in when Ms. Andrews scolded him for playing with his Gameboy in class, he concedes. “Yes, ma’am. Would you please get me another beer? Wait, Bosco, I think I would enjoy something stronger, may I?” Looking down, he nods towards Ben’s crystal rocks glass.

“Of course, Reg. Tonight, what’s mine is yours. Jason, Dwayne?” Ben raises his glass as an offering.

Jason, typically the most conservative of the group realizes now this could be a long night. His intelligence has gotten him out of many tricky situations, tonight he feels a bit outgunned. With cheeks still blushed, “yeah, I could use that.”

“Absolutely. I think I’m ready for something more than beer.” Dwayne can also see this night is far from over. This could be a good time to walk away for a minute to gain perspective and unburden his bladder. There was a lot of information learned he needed to absorb and taking a mini break alone to meditate could keep him out of trouble later. “This game is about to get serious, I thinks. Stephanie, where is the restroom?”

“I will show you.” Stephanie, playing the on-the-ready and ever-steady assistant stands naked and turns to check with her Master before advancing further. “Big Daddy, with your permission, I would like to take a second to clean up before returning with everyone’s drinks.”

“Yes, my pet. Go ahead.” Ben Davis says as the shit eating grin creeps across his face. Reggie’s eyes burn through him in disbelief. Stephanie notices this and leans over to Reggie to whisper in his ear, putting her hand on his upper thigh for leverage.

“I suck his cock every morning at his desk and swallow every drop while he talks to clients. One time, he was on the phone with his mother while he came right down my throat. She called to thank him for a birthday present I sent her.” Squeezing his thigh, moving her hand closer to his tiny cock with every breath. She pulls closer to him so that her soft breasts are resting on his shoulder. Lifting her right leg up to gently rest on his knee, she drags a finger to and through her pussy, rubbing her clit and gathering her juices. “It makes my pussy so wet thinking about his huge cock expanding in my mouth just before he explodes, like some beautiful early warning.” Showing him the wet finger, she rubs it on his lips. He closes his eyes and slightly opens his mouth drawing it in. She allows him to enjoy her before dropping her hand back to his upper thigh, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush his cock en route. “Some days, I’m just starving waiting for him to arrive. The anticipation gets me every time. When he finally does get there and puts me on my knees, my mouth is watering, and my belly is grumbling. He just does business while I pull his fat cock out of his Armani suit and…”

“Pet…” Ben says shortly.

“Yes, Big Daddy.” Stephanie gently gives him a kiss on the cheek as she sighs heavily in his ear. Grabbing his thigh tighter than she expected, she realized she was close to bringing herself to orgasm just thinking about it. Her hand was close enough to run a finger up to tickle his balls. Reggie closes his eyes as if pained by the contact.

“Don’t move. I’ll be back in a minute.” She stands, turns, and walks towards the door with the exact same smile the cat had after he picked the last canary feather from his teeth. Dwayne fell in line, admiring each step. The group now a buzz, she hears Reggie over the crowd as she exits, “no fucking way. You guys are playing a joke, and this is not real. What is this ‘Big Daddy’ crap? Who is this girl? What are in those other envelopes? And, she really works for you? And you both work for HIM?!? I call shenanigans, just no fucking way.”

Ben smiles and laughs to himself as he finishes his glass. He takes a second to savor his prized scotch and ponder how well of a start this night has gotten off to. Stephanie has outdone herself this time, fulfilling every request. The food was amazing, the room and house were perfect, the guys never saw this coming, and we’ve only opened one canlı kaçak iddaa envelope. We’re just getting started and he couldn’t wait to see what she was going to do next. Ben felt it was time to shed some light on what was happening.

“Reggie, I assure you, this is completely legit. OK, here’s the short story. And I’m telling you this in front of my boss, so appreciate you’re an annoying little fuck. Kisses.” The boys all laugh. “Ok, so I had just hired her. She was the best assistant I’ve ever seen. She is on top of the ball and ahead of the curve in every way, no exceptions. I quickly see that she is extremely intelligent, to the point I cannot gauge. She rocks every challenge, works harder than anyone I’d ever known, and the clients just love her. The numbers are up, performance is up, ROI is through the roof. We never flirted, it was strictly professional, I swear.” Turning his complete attention to look his boss in the face. “I swear, I never advanced on her in an unprofessional manner. I promise I would never, ever put the firm at risk.”

Mr. Johnson nods his head. “I know Ben. I believe you. I appreciate you sharing this information with me. Let’s do lunch on Monday to talk more, but it’s fine. Have her put it on our calendar.” Ben is relieved by this information. He wanted to share this with his boss for years. They have established a very close business relationship, climbing the corporate ladder together.

“So, anyway… this one night we were working late on a proposal and she said something that just simply, set me off… but in a good way. It wasn’t meant to be sexual, it wasn’t meant to be flirty. It wasn’t intended to be anything at all, and in most cases, it wouldn’t be a thing. In this case, it sparked something in me immediately, and I became extremely aroused very quickly. No, I will not tell you what it was… When this happened, I became extremely aroused and incredibly embarrassed, and so did she. We both apologized a million times. It was late, so I just told her we were done for the night and I went into my private bathroom. To my relief, she went home before I left the bathroom.”

“So, she just went home?” Jason said quizzically.

Ben leans forward to the table, stacking his pile of cash neatly as he spoke. “Yes. She just went home. The next morning, I arrived very early so I could apologize for my unprofessional behavior. I assumed that she was going to tell HR, get transferred to someone else and that I just lost the best thing that ever happened to my business. I told her that I wouldn’t deny a thing and take full responsibility for what happened. She stopped me saying she took equal responsibility for it happening, had no intention to go to HR, loved working for me, and that everything was fine.”

For whatever reason, Ben paused for an extended dramatic moment. He knew he couldn’t stop the story there. These idiots knew him too well. When you’re in a room of people that know all your darkest secrets, there is just no point in being shy or modest. But that doesn’t mean he cannot savor the memory while taking the opportunity to torture the ears hanging on every word. Laughing, Jason can’t stand the suspense any longer. “And then??”

“And then she repeated the same trigger again. This time completely on purpose, looking me in the eye to see if I would react the same way the second time. I did. Before I knew it, my cock was hard as a rock again and shortly after into her perfect mouth. It was end game.” He shrugs his shoulders in a ‘here we are, no apologies, whaddya going to do’ kinda way. Then thinks to put a bow on it… “We are still the best team, still have the best numbers… We just work together. How? I cannot explain. In some magic stupid far off sci-fi… whatever… This situation, however odd and unplanned, is just perfect for us right now.” Looking down, shaking his head in disbelief of his own past. “I’m telling you, it’s the best I’ve ever had… not even close.”

“Sherrie Campbell?” asks Reggie.

“Yup, not close. Great tits too, but she was a tight ass prude when the doors close, a total fun sponge. No comparison.”

“Jenny Simpson?” Dwayne shoots out as he returns to the table, catching the end of the conversation.

“Better.” Ben, now laughing at himself as he sees the new game blossom before him. “I’ll give it to you, Jenny was incredible, and I know you know this. God, I’ll never forget Jenny’s mouth, but I’m telling you, Stephanie is better. Much better.”

“Julie Simpson?” Reggie asks, causing the table to roar in laughter.

“I’m telling you, not of this world.”

“Helen ‘Hoover’ Nicolini.” Jason pulls out a name that Reggie and Dwayne don’t seem to recognize. Ben immediately burst out laughing. “Yeah, I knew she blew you before we left for Stanford, she told me. Fucking Bosco.”

“Please stop calling me that,” Ben says defeated.

“No!”, the group retort as one.

“No? If you don’t like this outfit, I have others. This was requested by Big Daddy. He thought you canlı kaçak bahis would like it. Don’t you like it?” Stephanie says in the cutest voice she possesses. Coming out of the dark and into view carrying a sterling silver tray with the next round, the group can now see she is wearing a classic French maid outfit, with her hair pulled up in a tight bun, perfect red lips, fishnets and heels, black on leather on black with a side of lace, every inch.

Her perfect breasts are somehow more attractive covered than they were naked. Her cleavage is perfectly tanned in contrast with the black leather bustier. They jiggle slightly with every step. The top is leather in some places, semi-transparent lace in others. It shows off nothing and everything all at the same time. Just perfect in every way.

She is again wearing panties. A black thong that barely covered anything. The satin cloth in front clung to her, revealing the folds underneath. Her feet in three-inch black pumps, her long legs in fishnet stockings clipped at the garters with clasps tailored with black satin ribbon bows.

“Holy crap. Are you fucking serious?” As Reggie says this, Stephanie gives him a stern look. “I’m sorry. I just… You’re just… Fucking wow… I still don’t believe this. I want to go on record…”

“Thank you, Reggie. The record is noted. A girl never gets tired of hearing compliments like that.” The group snickers again as she leans over to first serve Big Daddy his fresh glass. She pauses, waiting, staring at Reggie. Ben reaches out his hand, gliding up her leg landing on her thong ass. He squeezes her cheek, then gives it a nice slap. “Thank you, Big Daddy.”

Moving to Dwayne, reaching over to trade his beer she pauses, looking at him. Dwayne leans back, shaking his head. “Naw, man, you’re my friend’s girl. Look, honey, you’re as perfect as I’ve seen but we’re not in college anymore. I love this little act you’re doing here, and your ass looks so tight I could bounce a quarter off it. I’ve known Ben for a lot of years. He’s my boy and you’re his girl. I can’t touch you.”

“Big Daddy?” Stephanie asks.

“It’s all you, my pet,” Ben replies.

“I’m not his girl. I’m his assistant at work and when not at work, He is my Master. And my Master, is offering me to you. This means that not only is he ok, it’s his idea. This is a one-time offer, so take it or don’t. But, don’t tell me you don’t want to. I can see you play the cool guy. So, I’m thinking that you’re looking for a girl who you can show off at the clubs, make your ex-girlfriends jealous, make all your boys jealous, but that’s only for show. You really want a girl who can cook, and watch movies, and hold an intelligent conversation and of course, you want to introduce her to your momma. Cause if she don’t impress momma, she ain’t got no chance! Am I close?”

“Spot on,” Jason says to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. Then to Ben, “it’s a bit disturbing…”

“No, I know. It’s a gift.” Ben whispers in response.

“Seriously, how did she know…” Reggie was both frustrated and impressed… “How did you know where he was from? Dwayne’s momma cooked for us more than once, you have her accent perfect… You know what? Never mind. Why should that shock me now?”

Dwayne quickly realizes he can either lose or lose big looking like a shmuck. Knowing that every person in the room knows the real him, he reaches up and similarly gropes and smacks. “Momma doesn’t like any girl who can’t cook. She doesn’t like the idea of me getting skinny and wants me to find someone willing to fatten me up. She’s tough but fair. Once you get past the first few tests, she really warms up to you. Once that happens, she loves you forever. She has high expectations for my future bride. You did nail the accent, by the way.”

“She still doesn’t like me. She still tests me.” Reggie says in defeat.

“As I said, she is tough but fair. And she’s a damn good read.”

“I bet. Well, no worries either way. You have permission to grope at will.” Stephanie moves around the room bringing everyone their new drinks allowing their hands to similarly caress her. When finished, offering everyone a cigar from the newly opened box, lighting it for them.

“Ok, should we get back to the game?”

“No.” Reggie quips in disappointment.

“Yes, and weren’t you the small blind?” Jason was still standing, approaching his seat as he walked past Stephanie. Turning to her, “Get it? Small blind… Cause he’s so short, he is small. I don’t want to make a big deal about it, but don’t you think it must suck to be so wee.” Holding his grin from ear to ear, looking so proud of himself sipping his beverage, giving her a knowing wink. She giggled. Before walking away, “Never gets old, I promise.”

Stephanie walks around to the dealer side as everyone returns to their seat. “Big Daddy, I was thinking we would wait until the start of the next round before offering rebuys. We can pull out the chips if needed. There was some action, but everyone seems to be in pretty good shape for another hour. I am going to set a timer on my phone for one hour from the start of my dealing. During the next ante, after the alarm goes off, I will add envelope number 2. Don’t shoot your load too early gentlemen.”

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Summary of Pixie Story No. 5:

After Suzie’s fight with Neil she sends Mr. Max Grifford (The owner of the company) the compromising photograph of Pixie sucking Neil’s cock. But it isn’t Neil who ends up in the firing line… it’s her. After hours a meeting takes place where Mr. Grifford makes clear that Neil is on his last warning and that Suzie better start looking for another job. Mr. Grifford insults Pixie in the meeting but oddly then insists she accompany him to dinner. Pixie is bewildered but Max (as she now is allowed to call Mr. Grifford) explains it all perfectly. He knew she was the innocent party but had to be cruel to her in front of Neil and Suzie so that he wasn’t seen to let her off the hook. They go to dinner and each has a pleasant time but as Max walks her to the train station he propositions her. Even since he first saw her he’s wanted to rip her shirt off and fuck her and now he’s acting on that desire. Pixie is overcome by what Max proposes. But his natural confidence and authority (despite the thirty-five year age gap) overwhelms Pixie’s submissive nature. She says ‘yes’.

The Story Continues…

*****

Max, fifty-five, a man of means with a bank account that places him, admittedly at the low end, amongst the thousand richest men in England.

Max, fifty-five, a man who owns half a dozen companies one of which: Regent Graphics, is one of the most successful digital graphic design companies in Europe. A company that just happens to employ a young receptionist called Pixie.

Max, fifty-five, a man who two and a half hours ago swallowed a little blue pill. A pill that has helped to keep his cock as hard and steady as an iron bar.

Max, fifty-five, a man a mere thirty-five years older than his intimate companion, whose young body he has exhausted. Her blonde hair sprawled out on the bed, her smooth back laid before him dotted with the soft rise of her spine, her almost non-existent arse pressed against the fuzz of his greying pubic hair as he buries his cock deeper and deeper inside her.

Max, fifty-five, a man who in three minutes from now will cum so hard that he will actually black out. His companion won’t notice worn out as she is. He’ll only black out for thirty seconds or so and his cock will still be hard and deep in that beautiful little pussy. He’ll deposit all of his cum deep inside her and his cock will still be thick with it when he pulls out a second or two later.

Max, fifty-five, a man satisfied in life. A man who knows that laid beside this girl of twenty he looks quite ridiculous but doesn’t care. Her young face, her clear skin, her slim hips, her sweet mouth, her little soft ears and her oversized fake breasts make his very core breakdown with the desire to take this girl all over again.

Four hours have passed and after a few hours sleep it is now 3am in Room 34 of The St. James Hotel; a private hotel just behind Russell Square, London. Max is stood in the bathroom naked, a face half covered in foam with a razor in one hand and the other pressing a head of blonde locks onto his crotch.

“Keep sucking you fucking bimbo.”

Pixie keeps her rhythm, as Max dips the razor in warm water and addresses the other side of his face.

“That’s it you little cock-sucking slut, keep at it, that’s a good slut, keep at it my girl.”

Pixie tries to catch his eye in acknowledgment but he’s preoccupied with his sideburns. She keeps on sucking in a state of steady pleasure.

Max washes the last of the foam from his face. “Come on you little slut you can do better ‘an that. I know you’ve sucked off half the fucking city so I know how good you must be.”

Pixie goes faster. Her beautiful soft lips pressing as tight as she can make them around his shaft.

“Come on you blonde moron, faster, harder, come on you dumb plastic Barbie.” He raises his voice and Pixie was so wet, so aroused, she really lets herself go and sucks as fast as she can. She holds his balls in her hand and squeezed them with every deep suck she takes as she tries to throat fuck him.

“You call that cock-sucking, you pathetic slut? Prove you’re not pathetic, I know you’re a slut.” He grasps her head with both hands. His fingers deep in her butter yellow hair and face fucks her harder than she’s ever known. She monetarily worries that she’s choking as he rams his cock into her mouth and holds her fixed to the spot.

“Almost there bitch, almost there you whore, you slut, you blonde cock-sucking bimbo, you fake plastic fuckin’ prozzy. Born to be on your knees, born to be…”

“…on your kneesssss.” The word collapses into a hiss as he comes. He seems to slam it into her mouth. His cum fills her entire mouth and spills down her lips as she tries to swallow. She takes two big swallows of his cum and then gasps for air. He stands there shaking his cock over her expectant mouth. Little pearled droplets fall into her mouth and onto her tits and onto illegal bahis her face. She’s so aroused she never wants it to stop.

But it did stop, it had to stop, Max has a flight to Hong Kong leaving in two hours and he’s already late. He kisses her and fondles her breasts as he gathered his things. She stands naked pressed against him in his modest but reassuringly expensive brown suit.

“Right young Barbie, I’m off, I’ll be back in a couple of days an’ I’ll call you soon as I’m back, alright?”

“Sure!” She stands to attention like a Boy Scout.

“Good girl. Right you rest up an’ get some shut eye and be sure to make it to work. I ain’t payin’ you to lie in all day.”

“I’ve already been working!” Pixie teases biting her lip.

“I you ‘ave that, if only you were a good a receptionist as you are a fuck.” He laughs as she plays along and pulls a face of faux consternation and gives him a playful push.

“Right some of us have got to go and make some money. I’ll see you later.” He kisses her on the cheek and leaves. The soft click of the door and the pad of his footsteps make Pixie feel a little sadness somewhere inside.

She climbs into bed and pulls the covers over herself and feels the creep of sleep already approaching. She intends to give a little thought to the last few days and how she happens to be in the bed of the owner of Regent Graphic’s permanent hotel room in a very private and exclusive hotel in London. She runs a hand between her legs she’s still wet. She slips a finger then two into her pussy, and just before sleep defeats her arousal she tries to remember all the dirty names Max had called her.

If Pixie’s life has been going forward, transformed one week at a time in a way that was beyond her comprehension, then her work life had gone backwards. It had seemingly returned to those boring early weeks when she first started work at Regent Graphics. There was no Friday after hour sex sessions, there was no blackmail in the air, Suzie and Neil were back on a professional and distant footing. Even Paul the office bore had spoken to her of the cricket over the weekend, a subject that Pixie knew nothing about. But it made her feel comfortable and safe, boring yes but nice too.

Neil had difficulty trying to understand all that had happened, all that was still happening. He wondered if he’d lost his mind and if it had yet to fully return. He had hated Suzie with a passion that had made him instinctively curl his fingers into fists whenever his thoughts had turned to her. This had been supplanted by a strange perverse attraction. They had made love with a savage passion and a violence he had never put his body through before or been the recipient of. It had been exciting and dangerous. Then in a moment he had gone from her slave to her enemy again. He had fought her as his strange feelings for her had shattered in an instant, his hot blood curdling into poison. And after Suzie’s exposé when she had tried to ruin his life he had felt pity for her, there had also been a small echo of their mutual attraction when, for the only time, their eyes had met in the office as Mr. Grifford laid down the law.

He looked through the open blinds in his office at Suzie. She was sat at her desk immersed in her work as usual. Her back straight, her proud face, her ferocious typing speed, her glossy oil black hair falling down on one side. Though she appeared no different to how she had seemingly always looked Neil felt that she had physically diminished in some imperceptible way. What did he feel when he clandestinely looked at her? He felt no hate, no violent passion, no pity, he felt something bigger than all of those things but he had yet to give it a name. He wanted first and foremost to be kind to her. To erase the last few weeks and to try and see if he couldn’t change Mr. Grifford’s mind. She was an invaluable member of his staff, she would be very hard to replace. He respected her, he admired her, he liked her, he…

“Here’s the email you asked for, the details from that EMI promo, it’s been pushed back till the New Year.”

“Thanks Chris.” Suzie looked up and gave Chris a small smile and then placed the sheet of paper beside her and resumed her work

Chris, twenty-three, an office temp made permanent had worked in the office for six months and had never known Suzie to smile at him, or anyone else for that matter. He ruffled his strawberry blonde hair and with a noticeable air of awkwardness at not knowing how to respond finally nodded and walked half backwards to his desk.

Neil saw it all and was as astonished as Chris. Suzie had been the great rumour mill of the office, people listened to her, but few liked her. To all she was generally aloof, cold, no one would describe her as their friend. Maybe with two words Suzie had started to change that. Neil was steeled in his resolve to take the very next opportunity to reverse Mr. Grifford’s decision. Mr. Grifford was brash and intimidating illegal bahis siteleri but Neil made a promise to himself a promise that he would keep.

The one o’clock gathering of warm mugs and laughter, buzzing microwaves, food smells and the sound of water bubbling made the listening trio of Neil, Suzie and Pixie feel that they really could move on after the turmoil of recent weeks, maybe, probably, it would all be alright.

“Right girl, you ok for a catch up yes? I land round four, so I’ll get into town as quick as I can. You hang around a bit and I’ll meet you at six at Rowleys.”

“Sure, can’t wait.”

“Me neither, did you get the picture I sent?”

“Yes, I got it.”

“And you’ll get it to my little blonde fuck-toy. Now get off the phone and do some fucking work.” He hung up.

Pixie placed the handset down unaware she was smiling from ear to ear. She was remembering the message Max had sent her that morning. a photograph of his cock, stiff and proud taking up the whole screen, curving towards her. The only text being: ‘Suck it.’ And she would have too if she could have, it made a little warmth trickle inside her. Max was looking forward to her blowing him but that was nothing compared to Pixie’s anticipation. As she had told her best friend Mandy many times: blowjobs were her favourite thing in the world, she had no idea why but it was pure heaven to her. She tried not to but she couldn’t help trying to calculate how long it would be till they’d be back ensconced in his hotel room.

Over their main course of partridge with peach sauce, creamed potatoes and mint greens Max had been filling Pixie in on the details of his trip to Hong Kong. A location that Pixie it soon became apparent had not one iota where it was. She knew it was in Asia and that was about it. Max tried to tell her about the Tian Tan Buddha but again Pixie smiled and looked blankly at him.

“I suppose you think Buddha a bloody Chinese pop star or somethin’ right?”

“Sorry.” She said shyly.

“Oh it’s alright, I suppose you’ve got little reason to know about Buddha, you’ve managed thus far.”

“My friend Mandy says I’m not the sharpest tool in the box…”

“She’s bloody right.” Max spoke under his breath.

“…but I’m not stupid. Once something’s explained I usually get it. Just not as quickly as others I guess but I get there in the end!” she laughed and took a sip of wine. She hadn’t heard Max’s remark.

“Yeah, well, let’s finish up shall we? Waiter the bill, ta.”

Pixie knew that Max was disappointed. His excitement had been flattened by her ignorance. She couldn’t help it if she didn’t know where Hong Kong was, what the time difference is, what the something Buddha was, whoever he is. She worried that she bored him. As he paid for another lovely meal she really wanted to make it up to him.

As they walked past The British Museum Max saw a poster for the current Exhibition on Mayan Art. He was going to say something, make some point about how this was the first time such a comprehensive collection had been in London but quickly thought better of it. Pixie was a lovely girl, warm and friendly, an incredible cocksucker that had to be said, and a body that should be in some bloody German or Dutch sex museum as far as he was concerned. But he wondered what she thought about when not in bed. What thoughts filled her head of a morning, what did she ponder over a morning cuppa? Did she read books? Did she watch the news? Did she even know who the Prime Minister was? He realised he knew very little about her but then, ‘this’ was just a little bit of fun wasn’t it? It didn’t really matter if he didn’t know what made her tick did it? What mattered was getting her into his hotel room and showing her what he’d bought back for her from Hong Kong, that distant mysterious place that might as well have been on the fucking moon for all she knew.

The St. James Hotel was exclusive and discreet. It’s Georgian exterior blending into it surroundings of solicitor offices, small publishing houses, plastic surgeon practises and dental surgeries. As Pixie walked in she felt proud to already be on nodding terms with the hotel clerk. Max wondered briefly if they thought he’d picked her up in some strip club. But he gave them enough money a year not to care what they thought. He picked up his key and waited for the champagne doors of the lift to carry them up the three floors to where his London residence was.

“See love this is what first class get’s yer. Last I saw those bags was in my room at The Hilton some 6.000 miles away.”

He pushed the door open wide and Pixie saw the small collection of luggage neatly placed by the wardrobe. They stepped inside and Max locked the door and noticed the beat of his heart. He could barely contain his excitement.

As soon as she was in the room Pixie had dropped her coat on the bed and was pressing herself against him. He kissed her, his soft moustache tickling against canlı bahis siteleri her nose. She instantly felt the hard pressure against her side and she reached to run her fingers along the press of his cock in his trousers when he gently pulled her hand away. He stepped back from her and fought the deep urge to just fuck there and then on the bed, but he had thought this all out and he was determined to follow his plans through.

“Take it easy luv, we’ve got all night haven’t we?”

“But Max I haven’t had a cock in my mouth all week.”

“Well that’s not my fault is it?”

“Well no but you did go away.”

“I had too, but you could have blown some guy on a street corner couldn’t you to scratch the itch eh?”

Pixie through a cushion from the bed at him Max grabbed it and laughed. “I’ve started too early eh? Here pour us a glass of champagne each, they’ll be some in the fridge over there.”

Max went into the bathroom and with a beaker of water took a pill. He caught his reflection and took a moment to take a study of his features. Fifty-five, bags under his eyes, his brown moustache had a little under sprinkling of grey. His hair was thinning he wondered how long it would take before he’d be noticeably bald. His temples already looked severe with his hairline’s slow departure and were silvered. He thought he looked distinguished and still young and other times he felt like a man slowly collapsing into decrepitude a day at a time, a line a month, a new ache a year, a couple less teeth a decade. He washed his face with ice-cold water to stun the melancholy creep of his thoughts. He looked again and tried to smile. His face looked freakish he thought. But then he caught a glimpse of Pixie in the other room. That tiny ass, those slender legs that slim young stomach, that beautiful face and those ridiculous boobs. Life wasn’t so bad eh? His cock was now rock hard and pushing out against his trousers, ‘Maybe I don’t need the bleedin’ pill’ he thought. ‘But for the best, just in case…’ He wouldn’t let his thoughts run too far ahead of him just yet but he allowed himself a tantalising vision of what he intended to undertake tonight in this very room.

His cock felt wet, god tonight he was going to really live one of his favourite fantasies again. It had been years and this girl was just the type, so willing, so unthinking, so non-judgmental so… dumb. He pushed his fingers through his hair and turned his head to the side, the pose he took for any photograph. It made him look almost cruel, but he thought he looked strong, confident and young.

Pixie handed him a flute of champagne and he arrogantly necked it and reached to pour himself another. Pixie looked at him with her eyes all anticipation. Pixie he realised was not one to start conversations she’d happily let silence fall between them unless he spoke. It wasn’t awkward but in that moment it irritated Max.

“Right listen up I got you something from Hong Kong. I hope you’ll like it.”

Pixie appreciated that he had bought her something back from his business trip and was touched that he’d had time to not just think of her but to devote some time to buying her a gift.

“Oh Max, that’s so lovely of you. Thank you so much.” She went to get up but he put his palm out to stay her. He drained his glass and kneeled down to unlock his suitcase. He slipped out two boxes, one thick and long and the other resembling a shoebox.

“You shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble Max and one would have been fine really.”

“It’s all one gift luv, just comes in two parts is all.”

“Oh.” Pixie had no idea what the boxes contained. They were made of plain beige card and he gently placed them both on the bed and poured himself another glass and sat down on the chair opposite Pixie. She was still on her first glass, he his third.

“Go ahead, their all yours.” He motioned to the boxes.

“Oh thank you so much Max, no one has ever brought me a gift from abroad before.” She kissed him though he tried to turn his face away. He felt a strange flicker of shyness but the heat of his pulsating cock quickly chased it away. He had waited for this moment ever since he had first thought of it. Pixie finished her glass and he reached for her flute and placed it on the table.

Pixie flashed him a smile over her shoulder as she went to the boxes. She didn’t know which one to open first.

“Should I open the big one first?”

“Aye.” He said with faux disinterest, his cock itching in his boxers with desire.

Pixie lifted the top off the box and delicately removed the pale floral patterned paper. She reached in and removed the contents, brushing softly against her skin. She felt perplexed and was about to ask Max what it meant when he read her thoughts.

“That’s it luv and don’t forget to open the other.”

She automatically reached for the other box that on opening was as she’d suspected, a shoebox. She took out the small black shoes. They were as shiny as mirrors and buckle shoes. She noticed the small mint green circular sticker on the sole, size 3 that was her size though they looked small in her hand. Pixie didn’t know what to make of this gift though she knew she must be grateful.

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“What do you think about spank therapy?”

It was an honest question directed to my psychologist in the middle of my therapy session. Well, mostly honest, anyway.

Brenda had multiple college degrees and certificates of specialty in her field, and a chest to die for. I could tell even though she kept it well hidden in colorful, printed, oversized shirts that she tucked into full, ankle-length skirts. Whenever she would move, even slightly, the front of her shirt would move and rotate, revealing in no uncertain terms the substantial cargo her bra was securing.

Deep down, I guess I was a tit guy – could that be part of the reason I was in therapy? Just to be able to glimpse what was under that shirt…

She was medium height, with brown hair and eyes, and tan features highlighting her smallish nose, warm smile, and two dimples that appeared with the smile. I had never seen her legs which were always covered by those ankle-length skirts, but when she sat down, she would often put her arms together and pull them down between her legs. The skirt would then be pulled between her legs and her petite ankles and bare feet would be exposed. She always removed her sandals at the beginning of each session. I wondered if she had removed her panties as well. Sometimes her feet would be tucked up under her skirt as she questioned, pondered, and worked her therapeutic expertise on those of us with issues.

“So, how have you been, Kyle,” she asked at the beginning of each hour-long session. As usual she began her questions focused on the events and feelings I experienced since the last session.

“Oh, I’m good. Just the same ole’ things. You know,” I answered with the usual generalities to see where this session would be directed. And, as always, I was surreptitiously watching her chest.

This time I added to my answer.

“I felt kind of funny this past week.”

“How do you mean?” she probed.

“Well, I don’t quite know how to describe it.”

“Was it a good feeling?”

“Yeah, I think so. At least it could end up that way.”

She scrunched her face indicating she didn’t understand what that meant and asked “Do you mean that it was a bad feeling that could turn into a good feeling?” She moved and I watched her tits sway under her shirt.

“Not really. It was all good, but could be a lot better.”

“O.K., Kyle. You’re going to have to be more specific. Just what was the feeling?”

“Uh… I was horny,” I said quietly.

“Excuse me. What did you say?”

“I was horny.”

“You mean you felt like you wanted to have sex?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“All week?”

“You mean ‘Was I horny all week?’ ” I asked, then answered my own question. “Yeah, all week.”

It seemed as if she blushed slightly, cleared her throat, shifted back in her chair, and looked down at her note pad trying to regain some of her composure.

“Uh… Well, that’s normal. I mean, you are a young man, probably in the prime of your… Ah… Your… You know, when those things are important.”

She made this statement, but asked no follow up question as she almost always did. She seemed a little flustered at the direction the conversation had turned.

At our first session she had me sign the “everything is non-sexual” clause, but curiously, she said early on that we could talk about anything, anything at all. So I thought that “anything at all” actually meant “anything at all.”

“I’m horny now,” I stated.

She looked at me where I was sitting on the leather sofa. She squirmed a little in her chair and that shirt moved some more. I guess she was trying to think of a question to ask. güvenilir bahis That’s when I asked my question.

“What do you think about spank therapy?”

“Uh… Excuse me. What did you say?”

“I said ‘What do you think about spank therapy?’ Do you think that there could be some therapeutic value in the exercise?” I threw in that big word – therapeutic – just for the effect.

“Uh… Well, I never… I mean, that wasn’t in any of my training.”

“But, you think it might be worth trying, right?” I opened the possibility for her.

“Well, I suppose we could…”

“Why don’t we try it to see if it will help me with my issues? You want to help me, don’t you?”

“Of course, I do. That’s why I’m here. For you.”

“And if something works, it’s worth it, right? Isn’t that what you told me at the beginning? ‘We won’t know where this will take us, but you’ll be better when we’re done.’ Didn’t you say something like that?”

“Yes, of course. During therapy a patient’s thoughts and feelings are exposed and they are discussed on the path to health.”

“Yeah, right. That’s what I thought you said. O.K. Now, get over here.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said ‘Get over here.’ This not a solitary exercise. It’s going to take two to make this happen.”

“You mean over to the sofa?”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” I tried to be authoritative.

“Uh… I don’t think that would be appropriate for me to -“

“Dr. Brenda, you want to help me. And if this will help, you have a professional obligation to do it. Now, get over here.” I freed her of her uncertainties and gave her orders all at the same time.

“Uh… Oh… Uh…Well, I guess so,” she said, but didn’t move.

“Put your pad down,” I instructed. “Stand up and get over here.”

She looked directly at me as I gave her instructions. Somehow our roles had reversed and she wasn’t quite sure what to do. However, I was perfectly willing to walk her through this.

She got up and I could see her tits sway under her shirt. My cock responded.

She put her pad down and walked toward the sofa. As she came over I told her to sit down next to me.

“O.K. This is how this is going to work,” I said, again with as much authority as I could muster.

“Get down on your knees and lean onto the sofa,” I directed.

“What? You want me to -“

“That’s right. Do it now. You want to help me get well, don’t you?” I interrupted her.

“Yeah, but I thought -“

“Well, that’s not the way it works. I’ll do the spanking,” I kept interrupting.

“Wait just a minute. I don’t think that’s appropriate -“

“So what should I do? Report to the board that my psychologist refused to use a valid therapeutic technique during my treatment? Huh? Is that what I should do?” I made something up.

“Uh… No… I…”

Clearly she was on the defensive now. I kept going.

“O.K., then. On your knees and put your face on the sofa.”

Without further prompting she did it. I immediately put my hand on the middle of her back in a reassuring move, but really to hold her down. I felt her bra strap through her shirt. Her tits are smashed onto the sofa, too, I told myself. God, I wanted to suck on them! That thought went straight to my cock. But, I had to keep focused. Focus, Kyle, focus.

“O.K., Brenda,” I purposely dropped the ‘Dr.’ and the associated formality. “We’ll start with this and see where it goes.”

Without hesitating, I smacked her on the butt through her skirt. She yelped and jumped.

“Settle down now. If you’re jumping around, this won’t work,” I told her, again making it up as I went.

I smacked her türkçe bahis again, this time a little harder. I didn’t remove my hand immediately, but left it on her butt for a split second feeling her firm ass. Nice.

“I think I’m beginning to feel a little better,” I said to encourage her and popped her again, harder this time.

I thought I heard a soft moan from her. I looked down and her eyes were closed. My cock was almost all hard now.

I hit her butt again and again and then rubbed her ass cheeks in small circles. Definitely a moan this time. I kept her pushed down with my hand on her back.

“Brenda, it’s beginning to feel good, don’t you think?”

“Uhhhhhhh…” softly. She was on her way.

One more hard swat, then I reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and flipped it up onto her back.

“Noooooo…” she murmured, but made no movement to resist me.

Her entire butt was on display. She was wearing a thong with just a narrow string around her waist and another string that started at her waist and disappeared between her perfect butt cheeks. Slightly red butt cheeks by now. Her toned thighs and calves were perfectly proportioned, nice ankles, and the tops of her feet were flat on the carpet with her soles up. Her knees were slightly apart and I was full hard. I adjusted myself in my pants.

Without waiting for her to object, I began a slow, rhythmic swatting of her butt, first one side, then the other. I could now hear a clear “Ugh…” after each swat. I felt her increased breathing from my hand firmly on her back.

After about 10 swats I stopped and softly rubbed her butt cheeks, which were now redder. I let my hand slip down to the inside of her thighs and slowly brought my fingers to her crotch and traced the thong string up between her butt cheeks.

“Oh, my…” I heard her say and she moved her knees farther apart.

I remembered the “everything is non-sexual” clause I had signed, so, good guy that I am, I didn’t check out her pussy which was available to me just mere inches from my hand. No, I had something different planned for today.

“Brenda, I think I’m even feeling a little more better. I think this might be working!” I said enthusiastically. “But, I think a little more therapy is needed…”

I swatted her left cheek pretty hard “Ugh…”, then her right cheek “Ugh…”, left cheek “Ugh…”, right cheek “Ugh…”. I continued to punish her butt cheeks with multiple hard swats. They were approaching bright red now. She was almost panting as I felt her back rise and fall with each hard breath.

Finally I stopped swatting and gently rubbed her butt for a few minutes as her hard breathing slowed down to almost normal.

“O.K., Brenda. That’s enough therapy for today.” I pulled her skirt back down and took my hand off her back.

“You may get up and return to your chair.” I gave her permission.

She didn’t move for a few seconds. Then she pushed herself up off the sofa and, carefully avoiding looking at me, walked over to her chair and sat down.

With her hands in her lap, she now looked up at me with a longing, almost yearning look. She was rubbing her legs together under that long skirt.

The spank therapy had apparently worked. Her professional persona had definitely disappeared. She was waiting for me to give her the next instruction. At least that what I presumed she was waiting for, so I did.

“Brenda,” I said clearly. “Do you want to touch yourself?”

She didn’t respond, but just looked at me more intensely. I asked again.

“Do you want to play with yourself?”

Her look slowly changed to benign acceptance and she güvenilir bahis siteleri quietly nodded her head.

“O.K. Go ahead,” I gave her permission.

She continued looking straight at me as she brought her feet up under her skirt, placing the soles of her feet together, and spreading her knees. With her left hand she lifted up the edge of her skirt and moved her right hand beneath it. Only her right knee was exposed as she slowly moved her right hand farther under her skirt and closer to her pussy. Then her right arm began to move back and forth. She moaned and her expression changed to the beginning of sexual pleasure. She was breathing harder again and I could tell she was rubbing her pussy.

She kept up her movements for a few minutes and then dipped her hand farther under her skirt, groaned, and thrust her hips up, once – “Uhh..”, twice – “Uhh..”, three times – “Uhh..”. She closed her eyes and grimaced, biting her lower lip. Her breathing was hard and ragged now with her chest moving up and down. She put her left hand under her skirt, readjusted her right hand, and moaned “Uhhhhhhhh…” I imagined her sinking her fingers into her steamy cunt. She took her left hand out and roughly grabbed her tits through her shirt.

With her eyes still closed, she threw her head back, and opened her mouth for more air. Her left hand was squeezing and pinching her tits, her hips were thrusting up and down causing her skirt to slip up toward her waist, exposing both her legs, and her right hand was moving faster, matching each thrust of her hips. She moved her feet apart and placed them flat on the chair seat for more traction. I could see her hand was inside her thong.

“Oh, yeah… Oh, yeah… Oh, yeah… Yeah… Yeah… Uhh… Uhh… Uhh…” she groaned and moaned as she kept this up for a couple of minutes.

Then, “There… There… Right there… Oh, yes… Yes… Yes… Oh, yes… Fuck!”

She brought her head forward, opened her eyes, looked straight at me, and came hard.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, my god! Oh, damn! Oh, Kyley! Damn! Oh, yeah!” She was sliding off her chair and put her feet down flat on the rug and put her left hand under her skirt. She pulled both hands up to her pussy in an unsuccessful attempt to stifle the involuntary spasms as they racked her body hard.

As I watched this bitchin’ hot scene unfold right before my eyes, I could hardly resist getting my cock out and joining her. Instead, I shifted on the sofa and watched her watch me as I adjusted my hard cock in my pants.

“Uhh… Uhh… Uhh…” as she finally unwound and came down.

We said nothing as she sat back up in her chair, pulled her skirt back down, adjusted her shirt, and reached over for her pad. Her face was flushed and, after sitting there for a minute, she looked up at me.

“I feel a lot better now,” I broke the silence and announced. “That therapy must have worked. We’ll have to try it again next session.”

“Kyle, this just… I don’t think -” she managed to say.

“Dr. Brenda,” I interrupted forcefully and reestablished the professional formality. “I feel better. The therapy worked. I don’t think we can stop doing something that is working, now, do you?”

I repeated, “DO YOU?”

“No, I guess not,” she said somewhat meekly.

“O.K., then. Count on it. I see my time is up. I’ll go now and be back next week at the same time. Thank you, Dr. Brenda. Have a good week,” I said, terminating the session.

I got up, gathered my things, walked over to the door, and glanced back at her. She was staring straight ahead with a blank look on her face, as if she wondered what or how this could have happened. Then a slight smile escaped her lips.

I opened the door and left, wondering what her pussy tasted like and how I could get access to her marvelous tits.

One thing I knew for sure – I needed to get some more spank therapy.

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Jess inspected herself in the mirror, nodding her head, at 19 her firm young breasts looked perfect in her black lace bra, she ran her hand down over her left breast to her toned stomach, feeling the top of her matching lace thong, stockings and suspenders completed her look, she smiled to herself. Of course she didn’t have to dress like this, she could make it all up, but that would be cheating and anyway she liked to do it, make the effort, it made her feel sexy and she loved the feel of the lace against her soft skin.

She looked at the clock, 7:52, nearly time, she lay on the bed and waited, wanting to touch herself, but she would wait, she was already tingling with excitement, her long brown hair falling around her shoulders, tickling the tops of her breasts, ” come on ” she said to herself, another look at the clock 8:00 and right on cue the phone rang, “hello…”

Jess and her mystery man had been having phone sex for a while now, she had only taken the phone sex operator job as a way of earning extra cash, she never dreamed she would enjoy it so much and never anticipated meeting ‘him’, she didn’t know his name, he never gave it and she never asked, not knowing made it feel all the more exciting.

He was different from all the other guys, he wanted to turn her on as much as he wanted her to turn him on, and he certainly knew how to turn a woman on! It started off as once a week, every Friday at 8:00, but lately he had been calling every night, and Jess had to admit, she couldn’t get enough either, his low sexy voice and the intimate way in which he seemed to know her body got her going every time!

“Hello, have you been waiting for me?”

“Yes” she could hardly breathe

“And what are you wearing for me tonight”

Jess ran her hand over her crotch and down her stockinged leg as she talked him through her chosen outfit, black lace was his favourite and she could hear him quietly moaning as she went through every item, how she loved to turn him on.

“Is that ok” she giggled, knowing that it was more than ok!

“Mmmmm” he moaned again. “Now imagine I am right there beside illegal bahis you, I’m sniffing your neck, and you smell so good, I kiss your neck gently, working up so I can nibble on your ear. I stroke your hair and tuck it behind your ear, it is so soft, I kiss your eyelids before going back to your neck and run my tongue up to your other ear before biting down on it and I hear your soft moans, I want to kiss your glossy lips, can I kiss them?”

“Yes, I want to feel your lips on mine, I open your mouth with my tongue and run it across your lips, slipping it inside so I can taste you, I feel you tongue meet mine, I suck on it and draw it further into my mouth, I feel your hands running down my back and get a tingle in my spine, your touch is electric and my heart beats a little faster.

“Your breathing is getting heavier too, is it because I’ve unhooked your bra and am brushing my hand over your nipple, feeling it harden, I place my mouth over it and suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around feeling it harden a little bit more, planting a kiss on it before moving over to the other nipple, taking that into my mouth, sucking and nibbling as that too hardens in my mouth”

“My nipples aren’t the only things that are hard; I can see the bulge in your trousers and long to unleash it. I slowly pull down your zipper and ease your trousers to the floor, I lightly touch you through the fabric of your boxers and I feel you twitch, anticipating my next move? I run my hand up your leg, under your boxers and wrap my hand around your cock, its throbbing and I move my fingers around its head already feeling your pre-cum.

I remove my hand and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting you, mmmmmmmm, I want more. I push your boxers to the floor and my eyes widen as I take in your cock for the first time, it is hard and so big I feel the wetness in my thong increasing. I slide my tongue around your balls, sucking them into my mouth one at a time feeling them tighten. My tongue glides up your shaft, over the head and back down again, I hear you groan as I repeat the motion, then finally taking you into my illegal bahis siteleri mouth all the way down to your balls, your cock is in my throat.

I move my mouth up and down, cupping your balls with my other hand, rolling them around with my fingers. I take out your cock and suck on the end, softly at first and then harder, I suck with the hunger of wanting you inside me, and I hear you moaning and know you are coming closer to that sweet release, I slow down, teasing you, taunting you, and knowing how much you want it.

I speed up only to slow down again, I torture you until you beg me to make you cum, and so I speed up, sucking with the passion that I feel for you until I feel you explode in my mouth. You have reached your sweet release, and I drink it down, swallowing everything you have, savouring every drop and licking my lips”

“Now it’s your turn, I want to feel how wet you are, I slip my hand between your legs and instantly feel that you too are very turned on! I slide my fingers up and down your pussy, they glide with ease, I hear you catch your breath as my thumb comes in contact with your clit, I rub it gently and u moan, I swirl my fingers around it while my other hand enters you, pushing two fingers deep inside you, holding them there for a second before withdrawing them then plunging them back in.

Your moans get louder as I insert another finger and continue to fuck you with my hand, I thrust them in and out of you, quickening my pace, your pussy is wet and tight and clings to my fingers, your are moaning in rhythm to my fucking and I pinch your clit, your getting wetter by the second and I know now that you are close, but I am not finished with you yet!

I take out my fingers and release your clit, I taste you and you are sweet, I spread your legs and gently blow on your pussy, I feel you shiver, I know what you want and I lower my head to your wetness, running my tongue along your outer lips, then up to your clit, circling it, lapping at it, then gently biting down on it, your breathing hard now and I enter you with my tongue, diving in as far as I can go, deep, deep canlı bahis siteleri inside of you, your pussy clings to my tongue as I thrust it in and out, I know you are on the edge and I’m desperate to taste you on my tongue, I plunge it back in, then out, back in and I hold it there, I feel your pussy contract, and there it is, your climax, you scream and I feel your juices spilling down my tongue, and I drink you in, you are ready to be fucked…”

“I want you inside of me, I need you inside of me, I am burning with desire for you! I’m taking your cock and guiding it to my entrance, pushing it up and parting my lips, teasing myself as well as you, I cannot last long, I must have you, I position you at my opening and you thrust forward, you are inside me, and I moan, you are filling me up and I love it!

Your teasing me now, slowly drawing your cock almost all the way out, then pushing it back in, I let you tease me because I know you cannot last long like this either, you want what I want, you need what I need and I smile as you slam yourself into me, fucking me with all your strength, your long thick cock, covered in my juices thrusting in and out of me, we are both sweating, screaming, your holding down my arms and your so strong, pushing into me so hard, I’m thrusting up to meet you and your breath is coming in short gasps.

You release my arms but only to flip me over, I’m face down on the bed and I can feel your chest pressed hard against my back, I’m biting down on the pillow trying not to scream, you are thrusting even harder now and I know neither of us can last much longer, you pull on my hair forcing my head back, I loose my grip on the pillow and my muffling screams become loud and echo around the room, you are pounding me from behind and I am in heaven.

You keep pulling on my hair as you ride me and we are gone, in our world where there is just us, and we are screaming, getting closer to that moment of ecstasy, wanting it, knowing it is coming, you pull hard on my hair, I buck to meet your final thrusts, as we scream, we have reached are finale, we are there, and I feel you, pumping inside me, and I can feel my own cum running down your cock. We stay that way for a while, wanting to make this moment last…”

“Wow as always Jess that was amazing”

“Yes, as always it was! Same time tomorrow?”

“Same time tomorrow…”

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Hi, all. This is a bit cut from my November writing month submission, where I wrote 50K words in 30 days or less. The Princess has recovered from her curse and is working to restore her land, and while she does, she takes a single night to herself and her love. I tried to add some exposition so I hope it makes sense.

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Nathan and I scurried for the docks. I was grateful that we had evaded the guard, but we needed to be on our way. We had found the last piece of the artifact we were looking for, and this was what was going to, if not restore me to my kingdom, at least help me cleanse the evil out of it. The former I would have to do on my own. Someday. Eventually. Soon.

I found that while I was anxious to get the job done, sometimes I thought it didn’t matter how long it took, however, as long as Nathan and I were together. I had come to rely on him even more than I had when I was still a Princess and he my knight.

But then, he had more than proved his worth, had my Sir Borridan, and many times over. He had kept the dream of Aldain when even I had given up hope. In his mind I would always be his Princess and he would always be my knight – he had never stopped serving me, and was my silent guardian and protector. More than that, he was the man I unconsciously leaned on and looked to for guidance, both moral and otherwise.

Here we were, in the winter lands, evading the guards with the last piece of an artifact that I needed. The rich collector who owned it had refused to sell it or trade it or even consider such a thing. I had been surprised when Nathan himself had suggested we steal it, but then it was an artifact of a God, and I had been specifically instructed to recover it and gain this God’s favor.

As agreed upon, the explosion – our distraction – had taken place down at the better end of the docks, and we made it to the poorer end easily. There, our other companions had left a small sailboat tied up for us to take. With just the two of us, we could not make sail easily on a larger boat, and plus this one would be quiet. I didn’t intend to go far from shore, anyway.

We climbed in and made sail. Nathan had done some sailing in his time, and my family – the royal family – had had a yacht, so I had a little experience. Off we went. We didn’t want to go far at night so we sailed out until we were well up the shore, and then lowered anchor to wait until morning. I slept first, wrapped in our blankets and cloaks, and then Nathan awoke me to get some sleep.

In the morning we had a small breakfast of our stores and began to continue up the coast. All went well, however, around midday, the clouds began to darken.

“There wasn’t supposed to be a storm,” I said, looking at them anxiously. “I supposed we’d better head for shore.”

“I agree.” We made for shore, but the wind began to pick up, and then the rain came. And oh my, did it come. It started as a drizzle, then built up to proper rain, then went right to a downpour, combined with sleet. I knew Nathan would have preferred me inside the little hold area, but he didn’t say anything because there was no way he would have been able to sail the little boat by itself. We fought desperately, trying to maintain control. There was no chance ever of making it to shore; we fought just to stay aloft.

All for naught.

We sailed, hoping for the best, but it became dark, and we could hardly see our hands in front of our face. To our shock and horror, we realized we had no idea where we were.

Nathan was screaming something at me but I could hardly hear it, over the whipping of the winds and the rain. He pointed, and I looked, and saw what he was trying to tell me. The eddies had formed into a whirlpool, and we were already caught in the periphery.

We fought doubly now, trying to get out, but to no avail. We didn’t even have a chance. I tried and tried, but suddenly, Nathan gripped me from behind. He pulled me against him and shouted right in my ear.

“The ship is going down!”

I looked at him, and then back at the water. Indeed, we were beginning that long, lazy spin that signified we were going down.

“We have to get in the hold, it’s our only chance!”

“Won’t we drown?”

“There’s a chance! But less than getting flung off the boat!” And indeed, our spin was picking up speed.

He kept his arm around me and half-helped, half-carried me down into the hold, closing the door behind us. The boat was a good one and did not flood, and we huddled here, in each other’s arms, feeling the boat spin. I began to feel nauseous, and barely managed to keep it down.

Faster and faster we went, and I suddenly lost my footing and went down with a scream. I hit my head. Everything went dark.

Consciousness came slowly. I shifted, and moaned – my body was sore and bruised all over. Obviously I had taken a thumping. I was warm, though, and very comfortable.

I opened my eyes, not sure what to expect. I found I was still in the hold of the little ship, It was upright, but I could sense we were not moving – not canlı bahis şirketaleri even the little movements it would make when tethered up to a dock.

Across from me there had been a fire made in the little metal stove, and it was casting a warm glow all over the room. I shifted, and realized I was wrapped in blankets, and my wounds had been tended to. And I was naked.

I sat up, carefully, keeping the blankets wrapped around me. I called out. “Nathan?”

I heard a noise outside, and then the hold door was opened. Cold air blew in, and Nathan climbed in quickly. He was wrapped in his parka and scarves, and as he climbed down he closed the door behind him. He came right over to me.

“Leila? How are you feeling?”

I looked at him, unsure. “Um. Other than being naked, I guess I’m fine.”

He looked genuinely embarrassed and for a moment I caught a glimpse of the young man he might have once been. “I’m really sorry about that. Your clothes were soaked through and I didn’t want you to catch cold. I didn’t look, I promise.”

I smiled. “It’s all right, really. Thank you. So…we didn’t drown?”

“Seems not. I think we’re on an island somewhere, I don’t really know. After you hit your head, the boat sprang a leak and I was kept busy bailing, but eventually we washed up on this rock. The boat’s no good, and there’s no wood to fix it – I already went out to look.”

“And you? Are you hurt?”

“Minor cuts and bruises. Let me look at that head of yours. I wrapped it already, but it really knocked the sense out of you.”

He checked my head again, and I was very conscious of my bare shoulder, the blanket slowly slipping down it. His eyes never strayed though, of course.

“You look all right. Are you hungry?”

I nodded, eagerly. “Starving.”

“I made some stew with the supplies we had.” He lifted a pot off the stove, and scooped some stew into a bowl. He also brought over a big chunk of bread. I took it, and ate it eagerly, struggling to keep the blankets wrapped around me while I ate. It was just average stew at best, but right now it was the best food I had ever tasted.

“Mm. Thank you. I feel so much better. Aren’t you hungry?”

“I already ate. Do you want to get dressed?”

I nodded. “Then what?”

“There’s a path through the ice. I figured we could follow it and find where it leads.”

“Fair enough. I’ll be out in a moment, then.”

“I hung your clothes in this room; they should be just about dry by now. I’ll be waiting outside. Call me if you need anything.”

And he slipped back outside. I was loath to go out at the least but I knew we had to move on and try and figure out how to get off this island. I wrapped myself warmly and followed him out.

Indeed, we were on an icy island. Nathan had pitched a tent right outside the boat, and was squatting in the opening, keeping an eye out. Protecting me, as always. He stood when he saw me.

“Let me break camp, and then over there, by the ice wall, there’s a deceptive entrance. You can’t see it until you get right up to it.”

“I’ll help.” Together we took down the tent and packed it away, in the boat for now, and packed what gear we could carry.

“All right, I’m ready,” I said, and Nathan nodded. “Let’s go then.” Hesitantly, I took his gloved hand in my own. He looked it at but said nothing and just gripped my hand, We walked toward the ice wall, together, and he found the entrance easily enough. It led to a small narrow path, that wound between cliffs. We began to follow it down. “I didn’t go very far down it. I thought I had better keep an eye on you.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m hoping, though, that it opens up onto a clearing with at least a few trees, where we can collect some wood.”

“Seriously. Do you know how to repair boats?”

“Not much. A little. And I am not sure where we are, either.”

“Still, we have to try. I have the vase pieces with me, by the way.”

He nodded. “Good.”

We walked on, in silence. It was bitterly cold, but nothing attacked us on the way at least, and we just held hands as we went.

Soon the terrain began to become rougher and we soon realized we were ascending a slope. Sometimes we had to actually climb. It was hard in our furs, but we did so.

I became aware of something odd. I felt as though we were being drawn, but I didn’t feel like it was a bad thing. Like something was calling me, with love and tenderness, and when Nathan suggested a break, I didn’t want to stop.

“No, we should keep going. Don’t you feel it?”

He shook his head. “No, feel what?”

“Like…a call. A song, maybe.”

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Something wants us here.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“I don’t think so. Come on.”

And we continued up.

By and by we came to a flat plateau, not huge, maybe about sixty feet wide, and we headed across it. When we came to the opposite side and looked down into a valley, we gasped.

Below us was a crystalline forest of utter beauty. Trees encased in ice, seeming to have canlı kaçak iddaa been frozen in the full bloom of spring, boughs bent with their weight but not swaying, a river running through it, fully frozen. It was stunningly beautiful and yet very barren.

Just below us there was a path into the valley, iced over, but much easier than the path we had just trekked.

“Nathan, it’s so beautiful.”

“It is. I wonder what caused it?”

“Let’s go find out.” Holding his hand still, I began to make my way down the path. Occasionally my feet slipped, but Nathan’s grip never wavered, and he caught me each time.

It was indeed much easier than coming up, and without much trouble, we reached the bottom.

We were in a glittering ice forest, and as I turned slowly, I pointed. “Nathan, look!” A little distance away there was a frozen deer, caught just in the act of raising its head. I went over and touched it with wonder – it looked so real and so lifelike, but it never moved.

Around another tree we found a badger, half poking out of its hole, and later, some squirrels, halfway up a tree. As you walked you could almost imagine them begin to chatter and run up the rest of the way up the tree.

We continued walking forward, hand in hand, seeing many other crystal animals, plants, trees. We soon came to the banks of the crystal river. I tried to walk on it, but it was much too slippery, and after nearly spilling three times, decided to walk on the bank again with Nathan.

We hardly talked; we were so entranced by the beauty of this silent forest. In the trees we even saw tiny birds, just frozen on the branches. We just followed the river instinctively.

Soon it began to open up into a clearing. In the center of it was a large ice tree, an oak, and in front of it was a pedestal.

“Be careful, Leila,” said Nathan, as we came forward. But I felt no danger.

“I think it’s safe here, Nathan.”

I walked up to the pedestal and looked at it. On it was a series of drawings, and in the center, a round slot as if something belonged there. In the slot, standing improbably on end, was something I recognized immediately.

It was the last piece of my vase.

“Nathan! I told you we had been brought here. Look. Should I put the other pieces in?”

He was standing right by me now, hand on his sword hilt. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

“I think so. I really do.”

He hesitated, then nodded, once.

I withdrew the other pieces from my bag, and brought one forward. I turned it this way and that, pressing it against the other piece, until it suddenly snapped into place, and I do mean snapped. When I looked now I saw no hint of a seam.

“I see. It was waiting for us.” Quickly I applied all of the rest of the pieces, and each one snapped into place just so. I held up the last one. “Ready, Nathan?”

“I am.”

I put the last piece into place, and it snapped home. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, there was a rumbling. I backed away from the pedestal, and Nathan pulled me behind him, drawing his sword.

The rumbling grew louder and louder, and suddenly there was a sound as though a thousand glasses were shattering at once. I screamed, and covered my ears, but it was already over, and above it all, I heard a high, tinkling, pleased laugh.

In front of us the oak began to shudder, and suddenly, I saw a splash of green – some of the leaves had broken out of their icy shell. More and more burst through, and it was almost like a wave of green spreading through the whole tree, then the trunk began to turn brown.

“Leila, look,” said Nathan, and I looked where he was looking.

All around us the ice and glass was melting and shattering. Green was spreading, and even more so, growing. The grass began to grow up all around us, lush and vibrant, and I began to hear birds sing.

I reached out and put my hand on Nathan’s sword arm, lowering it. I shook my head at him kindly, and he sheathed it. “We healed it, Nathan, it’s coming back to life.”

Off in the distance, we suddenly heard a roar. We both looked at each other.

“The river!” We said simultaneously. It was indeed the river, broken free of its bonds.

We heard that giggling laugh again, only it was much closer, and I turned back to the oak. To my utter shock, a small door opened at the bottom. Out stepped a young lady, and I was shocked to see she was completely naked. Oh, she wore a necklace, and some jewelry around her ankles and arms and on her hair was a lovely piece, seemingly made solely of vines and flowers, but beyond that she wore nothing.

I began to notice that it was indeed getting very warm here. I removed my hat and scarf, and smiled at the lady, who smiled back at me. She came forwards right to me, and to my embarrassment, put her arms around me and hugged me tightly.

She held me at arm’s length, and spoke. “Welcome, daughter.” Her voice was musical, maybe like some kind of birdsong, and it pleased me to hear it. Next to me I could even feel Nathan relax.

“I have been canlı kaçak bahis waiting for you a long time, child.”

“I think I felt you, on the island.”

She laughed again. “I have been waiting for you much longer than that. I have been waiting since your transformation. I have been hoping you would find the strength to combat the darkness that has fallen over your land, and it seems you have. Welcome to your other home, child.”

I looked around. Now all was green and lush, and there was hardly a sign of that icy land. I opened my coat, feeling rather warm. “I’m sorry, I don’t know where to begin. My home? You’ve been waiting for me? Who are you?”

She laughed, and raised her arms, and birds flew from all sides and landed on her arms. “I? Why, I am your goddess. You have been seeking me, have you not? I am the Lady Gaia, and I am the mother of all creation, and you accepted me as such when you brought the vase here.”

“Lady Gaia?” I made to kneel. Lady Gaia was none other than the Earth Mother!

She stopped me. “There is no need for a daughter to kneel before her mother, child.”

“I am grateful, Lady Gaia…mother.”

“So you accept me, child? Will you take me to your people? I will champion them, and I will cleanse the taint in your temple. It is He that I was brought to fight, anyway. He is shadow, and the end of all things, and my opposite.”

“Of course I will accept you, Mother, if you will help me.”

“Your companion is wary but even you feel safe here, do you not, my son?”

Nathan bowed. “Forgive me, Mother, but the safety of our Princess is paramount.”

She regarded him. “Yes, it is, above all. Have you taken care of her properly, Sir Knight?”

“I believe I have done so to the best of my ability.”

She simply smiled at him and arched her eyebrow. “You have taken care of her physically, shared her burdens with her, let her lean on you, yes. But what of her heart?”

He wouldn’t glance at me, and looked straight into the Mother’s eyes. “I am sorry, I’m not sure what you mean.”

Gaia looked back at me, and smiled, a secret, womanly smile, and I smiled back. “Well. That is for the two of you to determine.”

She grew serious. “You must return, and take my favor with you. This you must place on the altar in your temple which will heal. Getting there will be a chore, but I will send you someone who can help you.”

“Very well, Mother, when do we begin?”

She smiled. “I cannot give you much, yet, to help you, I send you on a task, and you are ready to lift up sword and go immediately. You will be my champion. There are a couple of things we need to do, however. First, aren’t you warm?”

“Very, Mother.”

“Please, remove your warm things. It is warm here, the sun shines now, and all lives.”

I did so, shucking my coat and my layers off. Underneath it all, I wore a simple dress. For the moment I just lay my things aside. And it was really warm, wonderfully warm.

“Now, my princess, there is one gift I can give you.” She came forward and put her hands on my shoulders, and kissed my forehead. I felt a glow all through me.

“Now. Take off your shoes.” I did so, and stepped out of them. As I put my foot down, I was startled to see a brief bloom of flowers under my feet. I put the other one down, and the same thing happened to me.

“You are now my avatar, child.”

I walked a few steps, and wherever I walked, there was that brief bloom of flowers under my feet, which remained growing. The grass was already lush and I was adding to it. I turned and looked at her questioningly.

“This particular effect will only take place in two places – here, and once you heal your temple, there. However, once the temple is in place again, you will have the power to make plants and trees bloom at the touch of your hand. You will use this to restore your land.” She looked sad for a moment. “You will need it.”

I bowed to her. “Thank you, Mother.”

“Now. There is one more thing. You should be getting back. But I can grant you something you have not had for a long time – a single night’s rest, with good food and care. I think you both need it. I will inform your friends you are safe and will return shortly, and they will wait for you.” She turned and sang a single, high clear note, and suddenly, through the woods, we saw a building appear.

“Go there, child. You will find everything you need to rest and recover for the journey ahead, your journey is still long.” She embraced me again, kissed my forehead, and then turned and embraced Nathan as well, and kissed him on the forehead. I suppose I might have felt some jealousy, a beautiful naked woman kissing my knight, but I instinctively felt it was a motherly kiss. I gathered up my fallen things, and, taking Nathan’s hand, I walked barefoot toward the house.

“That is a little odd,” he muttered, softly, gesturing to my feet. I looked down, and it was still happening – flowers blooming under my feet.

“Are you ok with it?”

“Of course I am. Somehow I feel we’ve come to the right place, as you said, that she is kind and loves us.”

We both looked back over her shoulders. She had seated herself on a mossy green chair that had somehow risen out of the ground, and was petting a deer. She glanced up at us and smiled.

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This is a true story, though I’ve changed the names and other details for obvious reasons. I admit that I am a horrible, untrustworthy person. I confess this. I share this story not to cleanse and absolve myself, but because I enjoyed it so much I want to relive it. If you enjoy reading it, then I’m happy to oblige. If you didn’t enjoy it and think I’m an asshole, please tell me. I appreciate your honesty. I’m untrustworthy but I am honest.

~

“Holy shit, Heather looks great.” I wasn’t expecting anything but ya gotta understand: Heather usually doesn’t look like this.

I was looking at one of my fellow soldiers: Heather Denneson, as she was walking up the steps to the bar. She was in tight jeans, a tight fitting black long-sleeve shirt, and her straight long blonde hair was down on her shoulders. This was the first time I’d seen her in civilian clothes. And it was the first time I’d seen her hair down.

Her small round face was graced with dimples, a few freckles, green eyes, and a dented chin. Her lips were a little thin and her curved nose was a little big for the rest of her face. In fact, in her duty uniform, with her hair up in a bun, she was as average looking as it got. The uniform doesn’t exactly flatter the body. But tonight those jeans and that shirt were her best friends.

Heather was a country girl from southern Georgia, complete with the accent. She was country, but she was sharp. She’d joined the unit a couple years before so we knew each other quite well. But since it was just a reserve unit, we rarely saw each other. We didn’t interact much outside of the Military. But she was just one of the guys. One of the belching, cussing, spitting, smoking, beer drinking guys. She was fun.

My reserve unit is about an hour from my house. I could go home each night, and some times do. But when there’s an early morning work call, that extra hour of sleep matters. So on those nights I’ll get a hotel in the area. On that particular night Sarah, my girlfriend, was giving me shit. So I was only too happy to stay in the Country Inn there in town. By not so much of a coincidence, Heather was staying there too. This was the hotel being sponsored by the reserves for us.

After a particularly rough day of working on HMV’s, a few of us who were staying at the hotel agreed to meet at the Tipsy Pig, a bar within stumbling distance of the hotel. Again, this is no coincidence. We agreed on a place and time at which myself, Heather, and 3 other guys would lick our wounds over a few pitchers of beer. That was literally all I expected.

After formation was dismissed, we shot the shit for a few minutes and reestablished our next meeting place and time. Beer-thirty we called it. While driving to the hotel I called Sarah to tell her my plans for the evening. I half expected her to be a little boo-hooy and try to change my mind. (We live together) Instead she did the opposite. She went off on me over simple, stupid shit.

I’d done a few domestic chores around our house before I left for drill, and now she was going to let me know in meticulous detail how wrong I’d done them. I can take criticism but I don’t do attitude. So after her third stark reprimand of my performances, I conjectured that her demeanor was likely the result of a monthly biological process. I’d honestly intended that as a joke to lighten her up a bit. That being said, I’m sure you can imagine how it actually went. I couldn’t get the phone away from my head fast enough.

“Look, Sarah,” I said, deciding to cut the crap. “There’s no right way or wrong way to fold fucking shirts and towels. There’s your way and my way. And if you don’t like my way, I won’t inconvenience you with it anymore.”

“If you don’t fold them the RIGHT way,” she shot back, “they don’t fit in the closet just right.”

“They fit fine.” I said. “It’s a big closet.

“No they don’t. The stacks are all crooked.”

“Who cares? It’s a closet. No one sees a damned closet.”

That was as rational as I could make it but the conversation went into an irreversible tailspin from there. It finally ended when I was pulling into the hotel parking lot.

“I’m at the hotel, Sarah. I’m gonna go get checked in. I’ll talk with you later. Have a good night.” Her response was a “Humph” and a barely audible “fuck you, too.” as she hung up. I was feeling a headache coming on.

I know what you’re thinking: Hell. I ask myself the same question all the time. The answer is; I don’t know, it’s complicated. Some days are just the happiest. We get each other on a level most people don’t even comprehend. But there are days when I’m reaching for a bottle or a suitcase, whichever I find first. Since I’m still there that must tell you how far away the suitcases are kept. Anyway, where was I?

I pitched the phone into the passenger seat and went inside to get my room. By the time I was checked in and changed out of my uniform I’d all but forgotten about Sarah’s tirade. It was almost beer-thirty.

At around 10 or so that morning I was laying on a illegal bahis creeper under a truck working a ratchet when someone kicked my foot.

“Hey dickhead, come smoke with me.” Denneson said in her standard country drawl.

“Gimme a sec’.” I said tightening up the last couple of bolts.

“Hurry up.”

“Just go on out. I’ll be there in just a second. What’s your rush?”

“I don’t have any.” She said glumly. She wanted to bum a cigarette.

Out by the smoking curb we BS’d about the day, other soldiers, and our respective partners. Sarah and I, as some of the guys knew, had our great days and our not-so-great days. Denneson and her husband, as most of us knew, had their okay days, and their really fucked up days.

“He cleaned me out again.” She said through a puff of Marlboro. “That’s why I don’t have any fucking smokes.”

“You shitting me?” I said.

“Nope. Still hadn’t found another job, and still thinks he can keep a fridge full of beer. Asshole tried claiming me on his tax return a couple weeks ago, along with my return.”

“Wow. What a dick.”

“I know, tell me about it.”

“I’ve told you: you two need separate accounts.”

“I know, but every time I start to mention it, he blows the fuck up. It’s just not worth the headache.”

“Is it worth it being out of money? Out of smokes?”

“Nah. Alright, I’ll see.” She said.

“Okay. Hey, some of us are going to the pig tonight after work. You wanna come?” I asked.

“Nah. Thanks though.” She said.

“C’mon. You of all people need it tonight. Plus, you never go out with us.”

She responded by making the empty pockets gesture.

“Pfft. I’ve got you covered. Now you’re coming out for beer-thirty, or I’m dragging you by the hair.”

“Threaten me with a good time, will ya? Alright fine.” She relented. With that we flicked our butts and went back to work.

At the Tipsy Pig, over beer, wings and fries, the guys and I were bitching about the truck we were collectively working on all day. We enjoyed a laugh at the expense of Smith who’d smashed his hand (not bad). And we collectively groaned and cussed at the mention of the slave driving motor sergeant who made us all the victims of his short temper and high expectations. Denneson, however, had apparently stood us up. Then Copland looked past me and said, “Hey. Look who decided to join us.” I turned to see her walking in.

“What took you so long, Dennison?” Aikerson said.

“It’s Heather tonight, fuckfaces.” She said, then she looked at me, “I sent you a text. I said I was gonna be a little late.” It was only then that I remembered that my phone was still in the car where I’d tossed it after Sarah’s meltdown.

“I was on the phone with Luke.” (Her husband)

“Oh?” I said. “How’d that go?” She just rolled her eyes as she sat and reached for a glass and the pitcher of beer. And just like that, we were all laughing, joking, smoking, and cussing again. To Denneson – Heather, we were either dickhead or fuckface. Smith was called a pussy for bitching about his hand. Seeing her like this; genuinely laughing, and happy, and relaxed, she took on a whole different image than just one of the guys in the Motorpool. She was actually kind of cute. I found myself checking her out.

As the evening progressed, one by one the guys headed out. Heather was again calling them pussies, but that’s because she was barely tipsy whereas we all had a head start on her, and were pretty good and drunk. But since I’d invited her, I stayed to keep her company. We continued to joke with each other until the rest of beer was finished off. As we made our way up the sidewalk to the hotel, her mood shifted a bit.

“Thanks.” She said to me. “I really needed this.”

“That bad?” I replied.

She rolled her eyes again and made an exasperated sound.

“Wanna talk about it?” I asked.

“The sonofabitch called ME the selfish one. I’m selfish for joining the army and leaving him alone when I go to drill. I’m selfish for not wanting him to have a few beers. And I’m selfish for ‘hogging’ the money.” She said.

“Wow. So what are you gonna do?”

She thought for a moment. “I don’t know. I just don’t want to move back in with my parents.”

We went back and forth on the subject of her no-so married bliss until we reached the hotel parking lot. Once there, she asked me how things were with Sarah and I. But given the gravity of her domestic issues, mine weren’t worth mentioning so I just shrugged.

“Fine.”

From where we entered the parking lot, we were closer to the side entrance. That side of the building was deserted as was that hallway inside the hotel. As we approached the door, we stopped to say our goodnights.

“Thanks again,” I really appreciate it.” She said. And as I was about to answer her she leaned in and hugged me. I expected this to be a simple expression of gratitude, but she let the hug linger. Then she sniffled. I was surprised to see that tough country girl exterior finally crack.

I’ll take this illegal bahis siteleri opportunity to admit my next move was that of a selfish asshole. I saw an opportunity and I took full advantage.

With her arms around me and her head on my shoulder I had direct access to her neck and ears: a carnal weakness of mine. I leaned in, under the guise of tightening the embrace, putting my face on her neck just behind her ears, then I inhaled deeply. She smelled so good. With my face nuzzled up on her like that my cock began to stiffen.

At first we just stood like that with my lips pressed against the milky, smooth skin of her slender neck, then I gave up the ruse of the tender embrace and began kissing and nipping at her neck. She tensed and froze.

I half expected her to push me away and punch me. But she just stood there. So I nipped my way around her jawline to her chin, then her lips. Then I could look into her eyes. They were wide open.

“You okay?” I asked her. She just nodded. I cupped her face and brushed her hair from her forehead before I leaned in and kissed her full on. It was do or die at this point. She finally responded by returning the kiss, leaning her body into mine, and moaning a sigh of relief. She darted her tongue around mine. I held her face and stroked her hair. At any moment, someone could have come down the hall to the side door, seen us, and we’d have been busted. Big trouble. That idea wasn’t lost on her. She pulled away.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, worried that she’d changed her mind and now things would be awkward.

“Yeah,” She said confidently. “But let’s get out of public view, huh?”

Strong Denneson was back. With that we both hurried through the outside door, then just to the right was the stairwell door. We sprinted through that and started making out again as we attempted to climb the stairs. Did I mention that we were drunk?

We stumbled on the first step and, in a fit of hysterics, landed seated next to each other on the steps. I hefted myself up, then reached down to help her up, but she stopped. From this position she was at eye level with my belt. She raised her eyebrows, bit her lip, and giggled.

“How long has it been since I’ve sucked a cock?” She asked herself as she reached up and started opening my pants. When she pulled my boxers down and my dick sprang forward it almost hit her in the face. That prompted more laughter from both of us. Then she took me in her hand and massaged me a few strokes. I was already dripping precum so she worked it into her strokes.

I had to grab the handrail to keep from falling over as she took me into her hot mouth and moaned. At first, she quickly took me all the way into her mouth until her nose was on my belly. Then she slowly backed out, moving her tongue side to side until she reached the head then she did it again, and again, and again. Then she picked up rhythm and incorporated her hand. With one hand stabilizing myself on the hand rail, I stroked her hair with the other. Then I slowly moved my hand down her head, down her neck, then reached inside her shirt and started rubbing her tits. She moaned again. She bobbed her head and jacked her hand furiously on my dick, moaning with every pass until I was just about to cum.

But instead, we heard a door open on the level above us, and footsteps heading down. We had only a few seconds before we were busted.

As soon as we heard the door we jolted. Heather quickly scrambled to her feet almost knocking me over, and I struggled to maintain balance and stuff my hardon back into my pants. That is actually more painful than I would have thought.

Both of us were laughing to each other as Smith came down the landing just as I had finished zipping my pants and turning around. He was holding a ziplock bag of ice water on his smashed hand.

“You guys just getting back?” He said none too suspicious. He hadn’t seen anything.

“Yeah” we both said in unison, and almost too hurriedly.

He shot us a sideways glance, “You look like you both sprinted back.”

We looked at each other, still trying not to laugh, then shrugged and didn’t say anything.

“Alright. I’m just going to the ice machine and have a smoke. ” he said gesturing to his ice pack. “Wanna join me?”

We both politely declined under the guise of being drunk and tired.

“Okay” he said stepping into the hallway. “See you tomorrow.”

We said our good nights to him as he left for the ice machine. Once the stairwell was empty we looked at each other with a “well now what?” Look.

“That was pretty stupid of us.” Heather said in a less jovial tone.

“Yeah,” I nodded in agreement. “We would have been in so much shit.”

Her tone, and the fact that she started walking up the stairs suggested to me that we’d had our fun and now it was time to grow up and go to bed. Then she looked back at me as I started walking behind her.

“Which floor are you on? Mine’s on the 4th and I don’t feel like climbing all that.”

“I’m on the second.” canlı bahis siteleri I said almost too triumphantly.

As soon as we’d made it to my room and closed the door, another persona emerged: she was apprehensive. She turned to me but looked off somewhere else while she thought.

“Look, um. Before we go any further, I need to know that you won’t go telling everybody. I don’t want that kind of reputation: the girl that gets drunk and gives it up.” She slurred.

Her cheeks and nose were red. She was definitely drunk. She wasn’t completely out of her mind, though. She knew what she was saying. And she knew what she was about to do.

I don’t exactly consider my promising to keep our little tryst to myself a noble act. There wasn’t much honorable about this. But at the time I felt like it was. And now here I am breaking that vow to you all.

After I promised, the ice began to melt a little. Again I put my arms around her waist drawing her into me. She moaned, almost whimpered as I leaned to one side nipping her neck again. At first she was unresponsive and I feared she would clam up again. But slowly she started moving her hands around my body. I turned her face to mine and we pressed each other’s lips together. Then she parted her lips and projected her tongue into my mouth. I returned with my tongue.

At first, the kissing was slow and tender. But as we attempted to make our way to the bed we picked up intensity. We were pulling at each other’s shirts and pants while still making out. I kicked off my shoes, she unfastened her pants. I grappled with her shirt while she pulled at mine. It was a furious frenzy of clothes, lips and tongues.

When we were both down to our underwear I pushed her backwards onto the bed. She giggled, propped herself up on her elbows and shot me a sly, seductive glare while she bit her lip. Seeing her with one knee raised, half her lower lip between her teeth in a black thong and matching lacy bra was all I could stand. I reached down, grabbed her ankles, and yanked her towards me, parting her legs.

I knelt down at the edge of the bed with her knees on either side of my head. I leaned over and began nipping and tonging her inner thigh while I reached up and massaged her mound through the sheer fabric of her tiny lacy panties. She instantly responded. Her back arched and her pelvis pushed against my fingers. But again, her moans were soft and subtle. As my face inched closer to her I could feel the warmth coming from her. The closer I kissed up her thigh the more she writhed. Her crescendo came before I even reached her. I was licking the crevice between her thigh and her panty line when she clenched down on my head almost too hard, grabbed my hair, tensed her whole body, and undulated a vocal response through her teeth.

As she came down from the orgasm, she relaxed her legs and hands’ grip on my head while she caught her breath.

“Wow. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” I asked her.

“Yeah.” She said still breathing heavy. “I guess it has. That was fucking intense.”

We shared a small laugh together at that. Then I reached up and and slid my hands down the sides of her beautiful body nibbling at her waist and belly until I reached the base of her navel. I grabbed the sides of her thong. She breathed in sharply and held her breath as I slowly slipped them over her wide hips revealing a modestly trimmed patch of dark brown pubic hair over a red and slightly engorged, glistening pussy.

I parted her knees and picked up where I left off, at inside of her hip joint right next to her lips. I trailed my tongue over and across her lips, then slowly probed the crease in her pussy. I lapped at her mound in broad strokes, tasting her, then slowly pushing my tongue into her. The deeper I licked her the tighter her fists clenched my hair, drawing me deeper still. I sucked her clit into my lips and teased it with the tip of my tongue. This resulted in tighter fists and more whimpers. Still flicking her clit, I reached up and began teasing into her with my middle finger. She was tight, warm, wet, and soft. Her whimpers became almost as sobs and she began to convulse. A wave of juices came over me as another wave of orgasms came over her.

Since the moment I got my lips against her smooth skin, nipped her neck, held her warm body against mine, smelled her beautiful fragrance – a mix of some flowery body wash and her own scent – and just breathed her in down in the parking lot, my dick was straining for attention. Then having Smith interrupt us in the stairs, and now watching her get off twice in as many minutes, I was almost in pain. I was dying to be inside of her.

Once more she was coming down from the high of her orgasm as I climbed up the length of her body and joined her on the bed. I reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She grabbed and discarded it on the floor with the rest of the clothes.

I took a moment to admire her completely nude. She had a couple moles just above her breasts. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide. She had a slight bulge in her belly and her legs were toned from all the running we do. Her breasts were small, as were her nipples. They were about the size of a dime. Her cheeks were flushed pink and she had a mild sheen of perspiration.

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