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This is the third and final time I am going to tell you about my sexual infidelity with Dr Scully. From the responses I am getting, many of you do not find my experiences cheating with my Dr Scully as “hot” as my experiences cheating with Jeff and Russell. Everything I told you in the last nine stories (Center of Attention Series) is true to the best of my recollection. That is except for one little detail I made up in the last story.

The story that follows is not true, but it is true that I fantasized about this when I was having my affair with Dr Scully. What is also true, as you will recall from my previous experiences with Dr Scully, is he has a rather small dick and tends to prematurely ejaculate (two things that are not very hot in a story or in real life). But I liked Scully and he gave me great oral sex so I continued my affair with him. What is also true is that he had a PA in his twenties named Donny who was hot as hell.

Again unlike all of the other experiences I have related to you, the one that follows is not true.

*

It was Wednesday night and I had dropped my girls off at church where I knew my husband would be busy and went to meet up with Dr Scully at the office. In my car in the parking structure below the office, I pulled off my panties and removed my bra (I used that little trick that lets you keep your sweater while you pull your bra off).

So when I walked into the office my pussy was nude under my short skirt and bare boobs bounced in my tight sweater. Once inside, I was disappointed to see that Scully’s PA, Donny, was still in the office.

After a little small talk, I went to the back counter and began to work on my charts hoping that Donny would soon leave. After a few minutes I heard Dr Scully coming up behind me. He kissed me on the back of neck as his hands pulled up my skirt. When he felt my bare ass he let out a low sigh.

I whispered that he couldn’t do that right now because Donny was still up front. As he continued to fondle my ass, he laughed and told me not to worry. His hands on my ass and the wet kisses on my neck really turned me on. I moved my feet to widen my stance and leaned forward on to the counter. This gave him great access to my pussy from my backside and I immediately felt his finger sliding into my wet snatch.

I was moaning quietly as he fingered my pussy. I am not sure if this is true for all women, but for me getting fingered from behind is so much hotter than getting fingered from the front. I think that it is just naughtier and maybe I like the way my backdoor is “inadvertently” touched by the man’s hand.

I told Scully that we couldn’t go any farther until Donny left. Scully responded that he did not think that Donny wanted to leave because he was enjoying the show too much. Terror struck me as I turned my head to see Donny standing behind us. Donny had a mischievous grin on his face and a huge bulge in his scrubs.

Donny and I worked closely together on the days I worked for Scully. Many times I had caught him staring at my tits in my tight sweaters or looking down at my nipples when my loose blouse hung open. I don’t think he had ever caught me staring, but many times I had noticed his large member hanging down his right leg almost to his knee. I guess he didn’t wear shorts under his scrubs that or his member just wouldn’t stay in his shorts.

I asked Scully what Donny was doing here, hoping to get the answer I had been dreaming about on quiet afternoons laying naked on my bed with my purple vibrator solidly on my clit. With my legs still spread, my ass stuck up in the air, and Scully’s fingers fucking me, Scully gave me the answer olgun escort I wanted, “He is going to fuck you while you suck my dick.” My knees went weak as I experienced a small orgasm.

I told the guys that I wasn’t going to be the only one in this compromising position and that they had to get their clothes off. I told Donny to come around to the other side of the counter where I could see him and to strip out of those scrubs. As Scully fingered me and rubbed my now exposed tits, I watched in sheer delight as Donny got undressed. First he took off his shirt to reveal a thin solid upper body cut to reveal every arm and shoulder muscle, that was sexy, but what really got me was his true six pack abs. This boy did not have an ounce of body fat. Then he pulled down his pants and sure enough he did not wear any underwear.

I have always said that it is the skinny guys who have the biggest dicks. Donny was proving me right. This boy’s cock was only semi hard and hung almost to his knees. It reminded me of Jeff’s cock. I remembered how incredible Jeff’s cock felt once my pussy grew accustom to it and how much it hurt when I wasn’t ready for it. I was pretty sure my pussy was ready for Donny.

As Scully continued to undress me, I leaned farther forward and told Donny to kiss me. As he kissed me from across the counter, I rubbed as much of his upper body as I could reach. It had been a long time since I had had my hands on a twenty-five your old male body (since I was twenty-six) and I liked it. His skin was smooth and taught over his well developed muscles. Oh yah, his kisses were urgent and probing in a way that reminded me of a high school boyfriend. Damn was he hot, and he was making my pussy very hot!

After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, I stood up and told the boys we needed to move to a less exposed location. We all gathered are clothes from the floor and I led them to an exam room. Once inside, I closed the door, stepped up to the exam table, and laid down on my back. With me in a prone position on my back, I called the boys over and told them to “ravish me”.

Scully leaned down and began kissing my mouth with wet open kisses. While he kissed my mouth he used his right hand to rub my breast. Donny was on the other side of the table working the other end of me. As he rubbed my legs with his hands, he strategically planted wet kisses all over my lower body. Soon his mouth found its way to my pussy and he began to give me a real tongue lashing. I spread my legs in a very unlady like manner to give him access to all of me. For the next five minutes the boys ravished my body. Scully alternating from kissing my mouth, to kissing each of my breasts, all the while I gently tugged on his small cock with my right hand. And Donny “eating me out” like a high school boyfriend.

As I neared orgasm, I decided that I wanted to cum with Donny’s huge cock in my mouth. So I told them to change positions. I told Scully to “go down” on me and told Donny to come around to my end of the table. As Scully expertly licked my clit, I leaned my head off the end of the table and licked the precum off of Donny’s enormous cock. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and Donny began to slide his massive dick in. I reached up with my right hand and pulled his sexy dick out of my mouth. As I held it to my cheek, I looked up at Donny and told him not to drive his cock too deep into my mouth. I told him that I can’t “deep throat” and I sure don’t want to learn on this monster!

He looked down on me and told me he would only feed me a small mouth full. Truth was there was no small mouth full of this cock!

With otele gelen escort my right hand holding Donny’s cock in my mouth and with my left hand pushing Scully’s face into my bucking pussy, I came. God did I come! I think the sight of my body bucking all over the table was too much for Donny, his body tensed, and his cum began to shoot into my mouth.

It had been a long time since a 25 year old shot his load in my mouth and I had forgotten how much cum those young balls could hold, but I tell you now it was a lot! After the first couple of shots my mouth was full, so I pulled him out and yanked his cock as huge lines of cum shot out of his cock, over my face, and splattered all over my tits. The whole time he is blasting me with his cum, I was still captured in a mind blowing orgasm. God was it hot!

When I finally came off my high, I pulled Donny’s cock down, sucked his cock head into my mouth so I could suck out the last few drops of his semen. Then I sat up and Donny’s man goo began to drip off my tits onto my thighs. Donny handed me some paper towels and I began to wipe his cum off my body. I told Donny to wet a towel for me, I told him that he made a mess all over my body and the least he could do was give me some towels to clean it up. We all laughed.

As I cleaned off my now cum covered thighs, I saw Scully reach for some paper towels and begin to clean cum that was dribbling down his thigh. His little cock had gone off and shot cum all over himself as he was licking my pussy!

I got off of the exam table and told the boys we needed more room for what was going to come next. So we gathered up our clothes and headed to Dr Scully’s office. As I enter the office, I turned around to watch my men follow me in. Dr Scully had his clothes pulled up against his stomach concealing his surely flaccid little dick. Donny held is scrubs in his right hand and as he walked his cock swayed over a large arc. (I love the look of a man’s cock right after he cums, his cock is still swollen with blood, but hangs in a “non-threaten” way.)

Once in Scully’s office, I knelt on the couch with my elbows on the arm rest. I told Donny to get behind me and Scully to stand at the end of the couch in front of me. Donny asked me if I could help him get hard. He stepped up to the side of the couch, I turned my head, opened my mouth, and he pushed his semi rigid dick into my mouth. I bobbed my head left and right, taking as much of his enormous cock into my mouth as I could and licking the underside of his cock head when I pulled my mouth off of his dick. I did my best to make my little blowjob look as sensual as possible. It worked. His dick was quickly rock hard again. I told him to get behind me and “gently” slide that monster into me.

When I turned my head to Scully’s cock in front of me, I saw that his little dick was now standing at full attention. I sucked it into my mouth as I felt Donny “messing” with my pussy behind me. I couldn’t see what was going on, but I felt the pressure as he pushed his cock head hard against my small opening. A shock shot through my body as the pressure suddenly overcame my pussy’s resistance and his head slipped in.

I pulled my mouth off Scully’s cock and told Donny to hold still for a minute I needed time to adjust to his size. As I loosened to accommodate his size, I knew this was going to be good! I began to suck on Scully again and felt Donny’s cock begin to slide deeper into me. I felt the head of his cock hit the back wall of my pussy. He continued to push. Again I pulled my mouth off of Scully and told Donny that that is as far as his cock was going to masöz escort go. He responded that only half of his cock was inside of me. He went on to say that I was damn tight (a very nice compliment)!

Now the fucking began in earnest. Donny was sliding his cock in and out of me. Each time he bottomed out in my pussy it forced me forward onto Scully’s cock. As he pulled back I relaxed and moved back with him, pulling my mouth off of Scully’s cock. Even though his cock was small, taking every inch of him into my mouth, made me feel like a pro. God this felt good! When I fuck my husband, I always use a vibrator on my clit to make sure I cum. Here with Dr Scully’s small cock in my mouth and Donny’s huge cock ramming me hard, I came! With nothing touching my clit I came! The orgasm was far deeper than anything I had ever experienced before. As I came, I begged Donny to “Fuck Me!” to “Fuck Me Hard!”. Dam he fucked me hard!

After about thirty seconds I expected my orgasm to subside. It didn’t. Donny kept fucking me and I kept cumming! Finally as my orgasm subsided, I asked Donny to stop for a second and let me catch my breath. Thank god he did. As he held still deep inside of me, I hung onto Scully’s cock with my left hand, and I rested my head on the armrest. I wasn’t cumming, but I just couldn’t stop trembling.

Finally I was ready to continue. I reminded Donny that I wasn’t on the pill and he couldn’t cum inside of me. Scully suggested that both of them pull out and cum on my face. I told him he watched too much porn and I was not a pornstar. They both laughed. I also told them that I couldn’t take much more and they would have to come with me the next time I climaxed.

With that statement I released a fury of fucking from Donny. My pussy was more accustom to his cock after my orgasm and the hard fucking felt incredible. I was so fucking horny! Sucking on Scully’s cock just felt so natural as Donny’s cock slammed in and out of me. It didn’t take long before I felt the orgasm building deep within me. I pulled my mouth off Scully and told the guys that I was going to cum soon.

Thirty seconds later I was cumming! I couldn’t concentrate on Scully’s dick anymore and it slipped out of my mouth. I was gasping for breath and begging Donny to fuck me! I was begging him to cum with me. He pulled his cock out of me and said he was going to cum. I begged him to put it back in me and to “Fuck Me Hard!” He slammed his cock back into my pussy and moaned that he was going to cum. I told him I didn’t care, I just wanted him to “Fuck me!” and “Fuck me Hard!”

Damn did he fuck me hard! Damn did I cum! I looked up just in time to see Scully pump out his first shot of ejaculate. It hit me in the cheek. I didn’t care. I was getting fucked hard by the biggest, sexiest deck, I had ever seen, I was cumming, and Scully’s cock was pumping shot after shot of ejaculate all over my face!

Then Donny grabbed my hips and impaled me on the full length of his cock! This just rocked my world! I was still caught in the full throw of orgasm and with all of Donny’s cock deep inside of me, I could now feel his cock shooting load after load of semen into my cunt!

Finally when the shots of cum stopped hitting my face, and Donny release his tight hold on my hips, my orgasm subsided. As I rolled over onto my side on the couch, Donny’s cock pulled out of me. I felt so good, so spent, but so satisfied. I know both of them wanted me to suck the remaining cum out of their cocks, but I was just too spent. I just laid there in total bliss.

A minute later Donny handed me some paper towels to wipe the cum off my face (I am not some pornstar who likes smear it into her mouth). As we dressed Donny thanked me for the “fuck of his life.” I thanked them both for making my fantasy come true. Then I told them it was great, but it was a “one time only experience.” As Dr Scully handed be a prescription for the morning after pill, he said “We will see about that.”

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Madeline entered her flat, dropped her bags, set down her coffee, then rushed across her living room, intent on reaching her phone before the answering machine picked up. But she was too late. As she waited panting, she heard her own greeting followed by the ubiquitous beep.

“Hey, Baby,” said a voice as the device began recording. “Are you there and just ignoring me or what? Call me.”

Madeline recognized Daryl at once and was relieved she hadn’t reached the phone in time. He only called her lately when he wanted something, and that something was usually sex. Madeline figured she’d get a new boyfriend when she had the time. Until then, well, Daryl wasn’t that bad in bed; but she’d do the calling.

With a sigh, Madeline pressed the NEW button and the machine began to speak.

“Message 1. Tuesday. 10:12 A.M. ‘Hello? Is anyone there? I’m trying to reach Madeline Atkins. Hello?…’ “

Stupid telemarketer, thought Madeline, hitting the NEXT button.

“Message 2. Tuesday. 5:12 P.M. ‘Hey baby. It’s me. Call me.’ “

Madeline shook her head as she pressed the NEXT button again.

“Message 3. Tuesday. 7:46 P.M. ‘Hi, Maddy. This is Bryan. I found a website I think you should see. Give me a ring when you get a chance. Seven-two-eight, eighteen eighty-two. Bye.’ “

What website could that little twerp have found that would interest me? she wondered, and pressed NEXT again

“Message 4. Tuesday. 8:03 P.M. ‘Hey baby, where ya been? Did you get my first…’ “

Madeline rolled her eyes as she hit the NEXT button.

“Message 5. Tuesday. 8:57 P.M. ‘Hey, Baby. Are you there and just ignoring me or what? Call me.’ “

There was a brief pause before the mechanical voice announced, “End of Messages.”

Madeline picked up the phone and tried to recall Bryan’s number. With some hesitation, she pressed the buttons then held the receiver to her ear and waited.

Several rings later, a low, squeaky voice answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, Bryan. It’s Madeline. You said something about a website?”

“Maddy! Hey, how ya doin’?”

“Fine. The site?”

“Oh; yeah, that. Might be nothing, but I thought you’d want to see it. Just in case, well, you know, it might not be nothing.”

“E-mail it to me.”

“It’s kind of, well, a different kind of site,” stammered Bryan. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything.”

“Just send it already. I’m kinda busy.”

“Alright,” Bryan agreed. “But call me afterwards. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea or anything.”

“I will,” Madeline said. “Call you, that is.”

“Ok, I’ll send it in a few minutes.”

“Thanks, Bye.”

“I’m just trying to be a good friend,” Bryan insisted. “Don’t go getting the wrong idea.”

“I won’t,” Madeline snapped, not even pretending to disguise her impatience.

“Ok. Bye”

“Bye.”

Madeline shook her head. Poor Bryan. Ever since he helped her through freshman biology, he’d tried any excuse to stay in touch, like the pathetic little puppy that keeps bringing a stick back to its master.

Of course, guys had been falling in love with Madeline at first sight as long as she could remember. Her figure was as near that of a Barbie doll as any real woman gets. Her chiseled face was even better. She kept her hair wavy, long, and dark. If she’d been a few inches taller, she might have made an excellent modeling prospect; but, then again, she had her sights a little higher than being just a runway queen or pin-up girl.

That Madeline had taken freshman biology in her fifth year said much for her academic shortcomings. But she had been a drama student, what did she care about fish guts? Now that she had at last landed a leading role, she hoped to never crack a book again. Sure, the part was in a Victorian melodrama at the Atrium, a cultural backwater favored by elderly couples and managed by a conservative group; but it was a lead role, a start. That was all she imagined she needed, the break that would launch her career.

Madeline picked up her latte and made the short trip down the corridor to the spare bedroom and her computer. She opened her e-mail and downloaded the fifteen new messages, the last of which was from Bryan.

Nonchalantly sipping her coffee, Madeline opened the message. The communication contained but a single line, a web address that she double-clicked without even bothering to read it. Her eyes flew wide as her browser displayed the title:Little Girls Sucking Big Cocks.

The cup fell. Coffee splattered all over the keyboard. The light brown fluid continued to drip as Madeline waited with dread for the images to load. There it was on her screen. Or, more precisely, thereshe was on her screen. It was all there too; on her knees licking his balls; a foot-long cock sticking halfway out of her mouth; then her face covered with his frothy load; and a smile too, as if she liked it.

Madeline had done it her sophomore year, when her budget couldn’t quite cover istanbul escort tuition and rent. Beforehand, she had thought of nothing but the money. Afterwards, it had worried her to no end that someone, anyone, she knew might find out. As time passed though, and nothing happened, she had begun to assume it would remain one of those dirty little secrets everyone collects during the course of their life. Now the secret was hers no longer.

Don’t get the wrong idea?Madeline fumed. What other idea was there to get?

She was certain Bryan had wanted her for years. Now the little puppy dog had the stick. And she knew it. How long had the devious little maggot kept his precious bombshell, waiting to drop it at just the right moment? Calling the same week that she had landed her first major role, that couldn’t be a coincidence.

No, everyone read the newspapers, even Bryan. Surely, he’d heard of the Atrium as well. He knew if those stodgy benefactors discovered her indiscretions, they’d dump her like yesterday’s garbage, especially this early in the production.

Madeline looked at the pictures again.One doesn’t find a site like that looking for a chicken soup recipe, she thought. With a sneer of contempt, she pictured Bryan’s face. The nerdy glasses hiding beady little black eyes. The disheveled hair. The spotty complexion. Did he still carry a pencil over his ear? Hadn’t that gone out of style before her parents were born?

Don’t get the wrong idea? Madeline could just scream. She cringed at what the little geek would have her do to buy his silence. But he had her over the proverbial barrel; if she wanted to keep her job that is. With a grim sigh, she went back to the kitchen, picked up the phone, and hit redial.

I suppose if he only wants what’s in those pictures, she began as though to console herself,at least that won’t be too bad. I did a stranger for a grand, surely I can do Bryan a couple of times to keep my job. Right? How hard can that…

Bryan’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Hello?”

“What do you want?” Madeline snapped.

There was a pause before Bryan replied, “What do you mean?”

“I saw the website. What do you want?”

“Is that you?” Bryan asked.

“Yes.” Madeline wanted the admission back before it had even fully left her mouth. What an idiot I can be sometimes, she lamented as her eyes clamped shut.What a total fucking idiot!

“Did you know that was there?” asked Bryan.

Madeline considered the question for a few seconds, but she soon concluded the proverbial cat was already out of the bag. “Yes. I did it four or five years ago when I needed the money. I guess I always knew it was out there somewhere.”

“Ok,” said Bryan. “I just didn’t want stuff out there like that if you didn’t know about it.”

Madeline waited before prompting, “And?”

“And what?”

“What else did you want?”

“Nothing,” Bryan shrugged, though no one could see him. “That’s it.”

“That’s all?”

“Sure,” replied Bryan. “What else would there be?”

“You,” Madeline began, “aren’t going to tell anyone?”

“Nope,” Bryan replied. “It’s your business. I just wanted to make sure you knew. That’s all.”

Madeline issued an extended sigh. “Thanks.”

“You bet,” said Bryan. “What are friends for?”

“So you really aren’t going to tell anyone?”

“Which of the three words confused you?” Bryan asked.

“What?”

“It’s your business.”

“Oh,” Madeline said. “None, I guess. I was just, well, thinking and- what are you doing visiting sites like that anyway?”

“I’m twenty years old and I don’t have a girlfriend. Do the math.”

“Never mind. It’s your business.”

“Exactly,” snapped Bryan.

“Ok. Bye.”

“Bye.”

* * * * *

Part Two: The Discovery

Several weeks passed and Madeline began to forget her brief foray as an Internet porn star. The twice-daily rehearsals took up almost all of her time. She’d seen Daryl a few times in those weeks, and on each occasion it had been, wham, bam, and not even “thank you, ma’am.”

That arrangement suited Madeline just fine. She’d begun not returning his calls, and he’d at last taken the hint that she’d call him when she had the time.

That all changed when Madeline hit the NEXT button as she arrived home from rehearsal late one evening.

“Message 4. Wednesday. 11:41 A.M. ‘Hey Baby. I stumbled on some pics of you online. Looks like you been holding out on me. You never sucked my dick like that. Not yet anyway.’

Daryl paused to chuckle before continuing, ‘Have you quit your day job yet? Bet you will if your boss sees these pics. Or you could just give me a call and maybe we can work something out. Looking forward to it. Bye.’ “

Madeline collapsed into a chair at her kitchen table.How did Daryl manage to find those? she wondered for the ten seconds it took her to put two and two together. Bryan! Her eyes narrowed.But why? istanbul escort bayan To cause a break up so maybe he’ll have a shot with me?

Madeline snatched the receiver and pounded the digits of what she thought was Bryan’s number.

“Hello?”

“Hey Bryan, remember that website?”

“The porn one?”

“Yeah. My boyfriend found it. Any idea how he might have done that?”

“No,” replied Bryan. “But not like it’s hidden.”

“Seems a coincidence that you and him found it a few weeks apart.”

Bryan issued a subconscious shrug. “Not really. Looks like the site just started using your pics for advertising. That means a lot of people will be seeing them now.”

“A lot?”

“Yeah. A lot. More than ever before. Anyone surfing free porn sites could stumble on them.”

“Really?” asked Madeline. “Anybody?”

“Sure,” said Bryan. “Why? Hope he didn’t get mad at you over it. I mean, that was a long time ago.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty upset,” said Madeline. “I think he’s going to use them to get me fired?”

“Where do you work that would fire you for that?”

“The Atrium,” Madeline replied.

“What’s that?” queried Bryan. “Oh, is that the new building with all the fancy Asian flowers they have down by the zoo?”

“No!” Madeline snorted. “It’s a theater.”

“Plants. Theater. All the same to me. Why would they fire you over this?”

“They’re very conservative.”

“Well,” snorted Bryan. “That sucks.”

“Yeah,” Madeline agreed.

“Let me see if I can figure something out,” offered Bryan. “I’ll call you back in a few hours.”

“What do you mean?”

“You want me to do or tell?”

“Do.”

“Ok,” agreed Bryan. “I’ll call you later.”

“Uh, ok. Thanks”

“You’re welcome. Bye.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

Madeline hung up the phone and just sat for some minutes. With reluctance, she picked up the receiver and dialed Daryl’s number, hoping he wouldn’t answer.

“Hey!”

“What do you want?” asked Madeline.

“Hey!” Daryl repeated. “About time you called. For starters; I want some of what that guy got.”

“What’s that?”

“A good blowing,” Daryl declared. “Looks like you can get alot more dick in your mouth than I ever would have thought.”

Madeline sighed. “Let me think about it.”

“Ok. Start thinking.”

“What?”

“I want you over herenow,” Daryl announced. “You can do the rest of your thinking with your mouth full.”

Madeline sat, considering the ultimatum.Just like before, she realized.Put out or get out. Except this time it’s not just my rent, it’s my career!Her head began to move in a slow pivot. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Maybe I should just…

“It’s up to you,” Daryl continued after the woman failed to respond. “I know we’re done as a couple anyway, so no skin off my ass if you lose your job. Come on over tonight before I fall asleep if you want to make a deal. Otherwise your boss gets an e-mail in the morning.”

Click.

Madeline deliberated for an hour before tucking her proverbial tail between her legs and heading for the car.

A quarter hour later Daryl opened his door wearing a broad, self-satisfied grin. “Hey, what kept you? I was starting to think you were making a bad career move.”

“What do you want?” repeated Madeline.

“You know what I want. You. Naked, of course. And on your knees in my living room. Now!”

Madeline closed her eyes.You can do this, she told herself. You did it before, remember? It’s not going to be that bad. You’ll thank yourself for it years from now. You will!

Daryl watched with glee as the woman did his bidding, removing every stitch of clothing and assuming the indicated position. “That’s a good girl,” he crowed as he walked to her and unzipped his fly. He pulled his semi-rigid cock out and held it toward her mouth. “Start sucking.”

With a sigh, Madeline parted her lips and accepted his crown into her mouth. In an instant, her tongue detected an unexpected flavor. Her features twisted, registering her corresponding disgust.

“What’s the matter?” asked Daryl, petting her head like a dog’s. “Don’t like the taste of another woman? Did you think your pussy was the only one in town? You act like it is. Now start sucking for real or get out.”

Trying in vain to disguise her loathing, Madeline did as Daryl ordered. Soon his hips began to rotate. “Oh yeah,” he crowed. “That’s better. I’m gonna love watching your face as I fill your mouth, Baby. Be a good little cum slut and don’t spill any now.”

Daryl continued to gloat as the pace and force of his motion increased. “I hope you like the taste of my dick. And of my new girlfriend. You’ll be tasting both a lot. I checked your play’s schedule. Your theater is closed on Sunday. Go figure. So every Sunday noon, you’re going to be over here on your knees doing exactly whatwe want you to do, understand?”

Daryl’s hand, the one that had been stroking her escort istanbul hair, curled within her locks and gripped them tight, holding her head in place. “This Sunday,” he began, “You get to savor the pleasure of my new girlfriend’s pussy firsthand. I can tell from the look on your face that’s going to be fun. Of course while you lick her cunt, that ass you never let me touch will be conveniently available to accept my cock.”

Daryl licked his lips. “Yeah, what more could any guy want than a babe like you to suck his cock and take it up the ass; all on demand. I’ll have to figure out some way to get you over here more than once per week.”

As the man expanded his plan, his cock expanded too. Soon the shaft was leaking a constant stream of pre-cum. Madeline knew the moment she dreaded was near. Like most women, she had experimented with a man ejaculating into her mouth and, like most women, she didn’t care for it. The mere thought of soon having to swallow Daryl’s semen made her stomach wretch. A tear emerged from the corner of one eye and made its way down her cheek.

“What, are you crying?” asked Daryl, “I’ll give you something to cry about.” With that, he increased his grip on her hair and forced his cock as deep into her throat is it would go. As he had expected, her gag reflex tried to expel his member. Her eyes overflowed; tears began streaming down her face.

“Yeah, you like that? Too bad, because I sure do. Oh yeah!” Daryl released her head. “But now I’m ready to fill your mouth. Finish me off like a good little cum-drinking, butt-fucking bitch.”

Cum-drinking, butt-fucking bitch? The words ricocheted within Madeline’s head. A look of grim determination gripped her features.I am not going to be your bitch, she resolved. Even if it means my job! Clenching her jaws, she brought her teeth to bear on the unwelcome invader.

“Yow!” Daryl shrieked as the shock and pain registered simultaneously in his brain. He tried to pull away, but Madeline’s teeth held his member tight. “Let go!” he cried, almost begged. Hands that had moments before pulled her head now tried in desperation to force it the opposite direction. “Get off!”

As much as Madeline wanted to sever his cock, she decided she didn’t care to be the topic of a thousand sleazy morning radio programs. She released his throbbing member, backed away, and stood. “What?” the brunette queried in a tone dripping with both spite and sarcasm. “Did I giveyou something to cry about?”

“You bitch!” screamed Daryl, cradling his wounded cock as he tried to assess the damage. “Say goodbye to your acting career!”

“You had it right the first time,” Madeline retorted. “I was a whore to make those pictures. But I’m never going to be a whore again; that’s the career I’m saying goodbye to.”

Madeline threw on her pants and blouse, barely fastening them before heading for the door. She wept as she drove home, knowing that Daryl was most likely already sending the porn site link to, not only her boss, but also to her family and anyone else he could think of that they both knew.

I wonder where I’ll work now, the young woman mused. Fast food again, maybe? Her face seemed to melt as she considered that possibility.Oh, I hate what that does to my skin, nevermind the hours and the pay! What have I done? Can that possibly have been worth losing my career? The ends of her mouth began to curl upward as she recalled Daryl’s surprised yelp.Yes, she concluded with a nod.Whatever happens, my pride is worth more than my job.

The answering machine was flashing when Madeline arrived at her apartment. With heavy sigh she pressed NEW and got ready to hit ERASE so as not suffer Daryl’s sadistic ranting.

“Message 1. Wednesday. 09:13 P.M. ‘Hi Maddy. It’s Bryan. I think I fixed your problem. Give me a call when you can. Bye.’ “

“Message 2. Wednesday. 09:32 P.M. ‘You bitch! I bet you think that was funny teasing me like that! You already knew the site was gone, didn’t you? I hate your lousy bitch guts, you fucking whore! Bitches like you make me…’ “

Her brows low over a bemused smirk, Madeline left the machine ranting and walked down the corridor to sit at her computer. Opening the e-mail Bryan had sent her a few weeks back, she double-clicked on the site address therein. She awaited the vile portraits of herself and the man whose name she had long forgotten. Instead, a few simple yet divine words filled her screen: 404 ERROR: PAGE NOT FOUND.

Madeline sat back in her chair, mouth gaping. “Bryan,” she whispered. “Did you really do that?” She swallowed once, then raced for the phone, punching in the numbers in a giddy frenzy.

“Hello?”

“Did you get rid of the website?” Madeline inquired at once.

“For now,” Bryan replied. “They might put it back, but I doubt they’ll bother.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I gave them a little something to think about,” Bryan explained. “Left a little message saying they’d made enough money off my sister and if they didn’t want their site to be down again tomorrow, they best find some other girl to display. It’s a five-year old spread and they were just using it as an advertising hook anyway. I wouldn’t expect them to push their luck even if they fix their security.”

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is a work of fiction and contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If this isn’t for you, please move on. Comments are welcome, but try to control the name-calling and moral judgments.

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“Hi, honey,” Rhonda said, answering her cell, seeing it was Walt calling from his trip. “I miss you.” Walt had been gone for two days already; it was Saturday morning, and he’d be away until Tuesday morning.

“I miss you, too.”

“I was thinking about you last night. That’s when I really missed you.” Friday nights was a traditional sex night for them. “In that special way,” she added breathily.

“O-oh, yeah, that’s my girl.”

“Don’t tease me, I’m serious, I’m really horny this morning. I was so excited when you called. I thought maybe we could, you know, talk, on the phone, sexy like.”

“You mean like phone sex? Honey, sorry, I wish I could, but I have to go soon, we have another plant visit this morning.” She sighed her disappointment. “Can you hold off till tonight? I’ll have some free time after dinner, and we can talk, all kinds of dirty, and get off together.”

“Oh, damn, Walt, I hope I can hold out.”

“Maybe you could send me a picture of yourself, on my cell, something sexy.”

“Oh, you nasty man, maybe I will.” She put on her seductive teasing voice. “I just don’t know if I can hold out till tonight. I might have to take matters into my own hands before that.” She paused, and added, “That is, unless my dream man knocks on my door today and helps me out.”

“Well, good luck with that, I think Sal is coming to do the pool service today.”

“E-eeww, Sal’s not my dream. Yuck.” Sal was an older, fat hairy fellow who did their weekly pool service. “I’m not that horny!” She laughed. “Thanks for taking my edge off with that visual!”

Walt laughed with her. “You sexy devil. I really have to go, but I’m serious about tonight. Let’s talk, say, around nine, and we can get each other all hot and have phone sex.”

“That’ll be new; okay, I’m in, baby.”

“You’re the best, I love you. But I gotta go.”

“All right, honey, I love you. Bye”

“I love you, too.”

And then she was alone again, with just her thoughts of sex, and anticipation of their call tonight. She’d slept in this morning, instead of her usual early Saturday, cleaning and laundry and shopping day. She figured she could catch up tomorrow. Instead she’d lain in bed, thinking of Walt, thinking of the Friday night sex she’d missed, and lightly rubbing her hard nipples and running her fingers through her wet lips, remembering the last time they’d had sex, when they’d teased each other about doing other people. She glanced at the clock and shook herself out of her reverie. It was already after ten, and she’d got nothing done. She looked out the kitchen window and surveyed the yard and the pool, loving the private retreat she and Walt had created for themselves. It was a beautiful, sunny day. Maybe she’d just shower and hang by the pool all day, she thought.

She was hesitant to be alone with her thoughts without Walt. She was horny, and missing him, and her brain would follow her desire. There was a good chance that she wouldn’t be able to wait till tonight, and would end up with one of their toys, getting herself off. Not as good as the real thing, but it would do in a pinch. She stood, rinsed her coffee cup, and put it in the dishwasher.

As she headed for the shower, she grabbed her razor. As she had lay in bed this morning she’d noticed her stubble was noticeable, and she needed to shave her pussy when she did her legs. As she stood under the hot spray, stroking her legs with the razor, her thoughts drifted to her relationship with Walt.

She was still astounded at how things had developed between them. After years of playfully teasing each other with fantasies, they had each made the leap and had sex with someone else, but did it behind each other’s backs. The guilt had nearly destroyed them, but had come to a satisfying conclusion the night of Julie’s party, when they had each spied the other having sex with someone else. Instead of anger, and hurt and rage, it had become an opportunity for arousal and reconciliation and mutual agreement; they both liked the idea, and that as long as they were open and honest with each other, they should take opportunities as they arose. Her amazement that Walt not only wasn’t bitter that she’d fucked other men, and actually was turned on by it, was only exceeded by her arousal at watching him fucking Julie that night.

As she finished her legs, and started on her pussy, she thought about seeing him. Her fingers pulled her lips taut as she ran the razor over the stubble of her pubic hair. She tried to ignore the incidental stimulation as she imagined watching Walt fuck another woman, seeing his hard cock slipping inside her pussy, seeing her writhe in passion the way she did when Walt fucked her. She remembered sucking Brent’s cock, and later her shock at finding that Walt had seen her, then her relief and astonishment istanbul escort that he had watched, and had enjoyed it; that he had even fantasized about it! The conversation that night after the party could have gone a dozen ways, and she was still a little incredulous at how it turned out. But since then they had avoided the subject, getting back to normal together, until earlier this week when they had pretended to be doing it with someone else, her sucking his cock as though it was another man, him licking her pussy and ass, and then fucking her while she played at being another woman.

But neither of them had taken the leap since the night of the party at Julie’s. She noted her wetness as she stroked her pussy with the razor. Damn, she was horny. She wondered which of them would be the first to do something. Would Walt come home with a story of seducing a woman? Frankly, she didn’t see her prospects for meeting someone being all that good. She rubbed her hand across her smooth pussy, checking for missed spots, feeling the sensations of fingers stroking her labia, slipping between, touching the wetness and brushing her hardening button. She took a breath and reached for the depilatory.

Stepping out of the stream of water, she spread the hair removing lotion evenly across her ass cheeks, then bent over to smear the cream between her cheeks, around her tight hole, taking care not to miss anything, but keeping her butt closed against accidental insertion. As her fingertips touched her tight muscle she thought of Walt’s thumb penetrating her as she came from his cock in her pussy. She’d never had anything inside her ass before, and it had been an unusual, but not unpleasant sensation. As she waited the few minutes before rinsing, she wondered if one day she might allow Walt to put his dick into her back door.

After rinsing, she stepped out, dried herself, and rubbed the towel through her wet hair. In the bedroom, she looked out the window again, seeing the pool, the sun, the lounge chairs, and decided that her errands could definitely wait until tomorrow. Unfortunately, she’d have to wait until after Sal came and did his thing; she wasn’t comfortable sunbathing while he was there. She slipped on a pair of loose terry shorts and a tee shirt, without panties or a bra; no sense adding to the laundry, as she’d be switching to a bathing suit in a while. She pulled her hair into a pony and wrapped a band around it just as she heard the doorbell.

She kidded herself, wondering who it could be, remembering her joke to Walt on the phone. My dream man is here, she smiled to herself as she approached the door. Through the side lights of the door she thought she saw Sal’s truck, but that couldn’t be; he just went right to the yard. The figure she saw through the beveled glass was definitely not Sal.

She opened the door. A heated blast of air wafted in through the open door, hitting her like an open oven door. The central air made you oblivious of the temperature outside.

On her front porch stood a tall, sandy-haired young man, dressed in a tank top and cargo shorts. At the street was Sal’s truck. She was confused.

“May I help you?”

“Good morning, well, almost afternoon. I’m here to do your pool service.”

“I don’t understand, where’s Sal? And who are you?” And WHAT are you, she thought. Six foot three, at least, with broad tanned shoulders, youthful good looks, an easy welcoming smile, thin nose and bright blue eyes. There were dots of perspiration forming on his shoulders and arms.

“My name’s Jeremy, I’m Sal’s nephew. I’m helping him out a little with some of his stops. He told me I should introduce myself when I come to a customer I haven’t done before.”

“Oh, well, thank you, that’s very considerate.” Yes indeed, very considerate to send a youthful Adonis to my house when I’m in a condition like this. She felt her pussy tingle in anticipation.

“Uncle Sal didn’t want anyone to get nervous seeing someone new, because he usually does them all himself, and everyone is used to seeing just him,” he explained awkwardly.

“Good practice,” Rhonda observed, lightly, but her mind was not on customer service. “The gate’s open, you can go straight back.”

“Okay, thanks.” She watched him turn and walk, seeing his cute butt in his shorts as he returned to his truck for his equipment. His hair was a little longish in the back. As she closed the door, she noted her nipples had become erect and were noticeable through her tee shirt. God, she thought, I hope I wasn’t poking his eyes out with these. She was pretty sure it wasn’t just from the cool air in the house.

She had planned to wait until the pool was finished before going outside, so she had time to kill. But instead of reading a book or watching the news, she wandered aimlessly through the rooms, trying not to fantasize about the young man outside. She would never have considered sunbathing with Sal there, but now the thought crossed her mind. She would not mind catching some admiring glances from istanbul escort bayan him. She caught herself wondering what he’d be like, trying not to imagine sitting on his cock, looking at his handsome face as she rode him.

No, she thought, it would be wrong, too close to home, not in the house, I couldn’t. He works for Sal, he might have to come back; it would be too awkward. But she wanted to. She drifted back to the kitchen, gazing out the window, seeing him kneeling next to the pool, arranging the hose to vacuum. She thought about how she would send Walt a text, letting him know that she was fucking a young man. I can’t, she told herself again. He’ll be back, I don’t think I’m ready to start bumping into men I’ve had impromptu sex with.

But I want to. I really, REALLY want to.

She was surprised to find her fingers between her legs, inside the loose leg of her terry shorts and unimpeded by panties, lightly stroking her wet shaved lips as she stood at the window. She pulled them away, embarrassed. Shit, Rhonda, you perv, she scolded herself. What are you going to do, diddle yourself to the pool boy? She laughed, and sat at the counter near the window and gazed out at the virile specimen working in her yard.

Just a few months ago, she thought, I’d be looking at him, trying to talk myself into it, and make up excuses for keeping it from Walt. Now, she laughed to herself, I’m trying to talk myself out of it, and looking forward to telling Walt!

She was mindful of the line that she would cross if she did this thing. Before their extramarital experiences, they had joked and teased each other about it, and that was safe, and fun, and they both understood the rules. But then both of them crossed that line, and for weeks their relationship hung in the balance. After the party, they had talked, and agreed that they would both continue having their flings, but only with full disclosure. They agreed that they liked the idea of each other having fun, being sexy and sexual, and hearing each other’s stories had been very exciting. Provided the communication was open and honest; they felt that their love and commitment and mutual support would not only survive, but strengthen under their agreement to share each other. But like the line between teasing and doing, there was a line between agreeing and acting on the agreement. And up to now, they had not really spoken of their agreement until a few nights ago, never mind done something.

And now she was gazing out the window at a hot young man and touching herself, thinking of crossing that line, from talk to action. And she wanted the action. Badly. But this seemed like a poor choice for the first one; hell, she thought, it was a poor choice no matter what. She thought of this young man, this Jeremy, Sal’s nephew, returning weekly to the house to service the pool. Nice, today Walt’s not home. Next week he would be, what then? Do I introduce them? It felt too forbidden, and she reprimanded herself for considering going through with it. As open as she and Walt were to the idea, she knew that they hadn’t considered having one of her dalliances returning to the house each week. That’s too much like a boyfriend, she thought, and a little outside what they had discussed.

Still, a little harmless flirting would be fun, and she reconsidered the sunbathing idea, although she assumed that as soon as he was gone she’d have the toy box out, and would be vibing herself to neverland. But the thought of putting on a bathing suit and pretending sunbathing seemed a little too obvious. Maybe just a stroll outside, some friendly chit-chat.

She stepped out the kitchen slider and made her way down the deck stairs to the pool area; she watched him, his back to her, his shoulders and back flexing as he moved the vacuum back and forth. It was really hot out, and his shirt was sticking to his back a little. She imagined a rivulet of sweat trickling down his spine, even as she felt one forming between her breasts. He turned the corner and saw her approaching as she reached the stone patio surrounding the pool.

“Oh, hi, I didn’t see you coming,” he said politely. “Not really much to do, your pool’s in good shape and the chemicals were pretty good. I’ll leave the filter running, but you’ll have to wait about an hour before you go in.”

“That’s fine,” she said, pulling up a chair and sitting near the pool, stretching her legs out, ankles crossed, holding herself up on extended arms behind her. “So, you’re Sal’s nephew?”

“Yeah, Uncle Sal was getting a little tired at the end of last season, and he started making noise to my Mom, his sister, about maybe retiring, or selling the business. So my Mom asked me to come down and give him a hand. It’s only for part of the season, though, I’ve got to go back in a couple of weeks.”

“Where is back for you?”

“Upstate, that’s where I’m from. I’ve been here about a month already, about.”

“It must be lonely, being away from home.”

He gave a resigned shrug. “A little. My escort istanbul Aunt and Uncle are great, really, but yeah, I guess I’m a little homesick. But I couldn’t stay anyway, I really have to go back in a few weeks. I have a summer session at State I have to take. I’m trying to graduate a little early.”

“Plus I bet you miss your girlfriend,” she hinted. He’s leaving. He won’t be back. He’s hot, I’m horny. She imagined the line dissolving as her reservations were satisfied and her imposed resistance crumbled, and she smiled to herself, feeling eager and sinister and so very lucky.

“Well, a little, but we broke up before I left.” He snorted a chuckle. “Unrelated to my being away. But broke up nonetheless.” He looked a little uncomfortable discussing it. “Man, it’s really hot out,” he said, changing the subject.

And it may get hotter still, young Jeremy, she thought. “When you finish, come up to the house, I’ll make some iced tea.”

“Oh, no, really, that sound great, but really, I couldn’t, I don’t want to impose.” He fell all over himself trying not to accept.

“No imposition at all, I’m serious. Come up, I won’t take no for an answer on a hot day like this.”

“Well, okay, thanks. I’ll be about another fifteen or twenty minutes, I guess.”

“I’ll have it ready for you,” she said, standing, and strolled leisurely back to the deck steps, hoping he was staring at her as she walked back. Oh, yeah, Jeremy, I’ll have it ready for you!

As soon as the door closed she was at the window, one hand rubbing her nipples, and the other between her legs, touching herself. Oh, Jeremy, you are going back home with a fond memory, young man. She touched her wetness, imagining it was the young man, and imagined telling Walt how it felt. Won’t he be surprised when we talk tonight, thinking we’ll masturbate together, and hear my story.

She got a pitcher of iced tea from the refrigerator, and pulled two glasses from the cabinet, setting them on the high counter, and sitting at the table. Her nervous excitement raged through her — what if he spurned her advances? She wanted him, needed him, needed his dick, needed to get fucked. But she wouldn’t take him against his will; that would just be wrong. No, he had to want it. Glancing nervously around the room, she stood, changing her seat to one of the high stool at the breakfast counter, moving the iced tea to the table, then sitting sideways on the stool, facing the table. She wanted him to sit, to have a good look at her. Satisfied that he’s be able to see her, she returned to the window to see where he was, and was startled when he knocked gently on the sliding door.

She opened it, feeling the blast of warm humid air as he entered, and guided him to the seat at the table. “Done already; you work quickly,” she said. She poured his iced tea first, then her own, standing next to him, slightly behind him, looking down at the sheen of perspiration coating his shoulders, seeing where his tank top stuck to his back.

“Thanks very much, Miss, uh,” he said.

“Mrs., but call me Rhonda,”

“Well all right, thanks Ronda,” he smiled and took a long sip. Rhonda moved away, slipping to the high stool with her glass and perched herself facing him. He put the glass down and exhaled.

“Wow, that’s good,” he said, “Refreshing. He turned to face her, turning his chair.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said, and allowed her legs to open slightly. “You looked hot out there.”

“Well, there’s worse things than working outdoors on a hot day,” he commented, and looked up. “But this really takes the edge off.” He lifted his glass and drained the rest. When he put his glass down, he looked at her again. She’d opened her legs more, feeling the cool air entering the loose leg of her shorts. She was pretty sure he’d be able to see up her leg to get a peek at her pussy. She watched his eyes, and they momentarily opened wide, and diverted immediately, telling her she was right.

“Uh, can I, uhm, have another,” he asked nervously.

“Later,” she told him, standing and approaching him. You’ll need another to cool off after we’re done, she thought, because you’re going to get heated again. “But first, Jeremy, I need you to take my edge off.” She put her glass on the table by his. She put a hand on his strong shoulder, feeling him flinch, and he looked up at her, nervously. Not stupid, this boy, he knows what I want.

“But Mrs., uh, Rhonda, I-” he started, “you’re married.”

“Yes, but my husband and I have an understanding, Jeremy. He’s away right now, and I’m alone, and you’ve been alone away from home for a while.” She pushed her shoulders back slightly, thrusting her breasts forward, pointing her hard nipples at his face. “I think we can help each other out.” Her hand rubbed firmly across his shoulders. “Do you think you can help me?”

His face left hers, looked at her hard nipples poking through her tee shirt, then moving quickly to glance at the crotch of her shorts, back to her eyes, her nipples, and her eyes. His face flashed from nervous, to interested, back to nervous, then eager. He looked at her and smiled a little hesitantly. One of his hands slipped from his side to creep around behind her, caressing across her ass, rubbing her through her shorts. “I’d definitely like to help you out,” he told her.

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Author’s note

Well, hello there. Considering you’re reading this, you’ve probably managed to read the previous eight chapters as well. If not, what are you doing here? Start at the beginning!

When I started posting this story I had no clue what to expect. Either people would love the story (which I seriously doubted, this being my first try at anything even remotely erotic) or would dislike it (which I was bracing myself for), but so far a lot of people have actually read through it all and apparently people still appreciate it. I couldn’t have wished for more, so thank you very much for reading my story. Imagine me doing a little bow for you.

As for the story itself, chapter 10 will wrap up the Vincent-Jenny-Talitha mindreading triangle and give some insight on Talitha and the mindreading aspect. That means two more chapters until that wrap-up, including this one. For the people who hoped it would end up with a mind-controlled threesome, let me disappoint you by telling you that won’t happen. In fact, there won’t be any sex at all in these two chapters, just story. I hope you’ll still stick with me though, because I still have some story left to tell.

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Chapter 9.1 – The investigation

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When the doorbell rang, he had expected someone familiar. This one wasn’t familiar. And he was dressed in the well-known outfit only protectors of the law wore.

“Agent Millhouse,” he introduced himself. “We’re conducting an investigation and your name was on the list of people we want to interview to see if they can help us out. Could you spare a few minutes of your time to answer some questions? You won’t need to come down to the station for it.”

Vincent showed him in, wondering how he got involved in a police investigation. He offered him something to drink, but the officer declined.

“What is this all about, officer?” he enquired. “I don’t believe I’ve been involved in anything illegal.”

Except for reading other people’s minds, if there would be a law against it, he added silently.

“We’re investigating something about a girl who has run away from home and has conducted some illegal business along the way. We’re not sure whether she’s alone or that she has accomplishes, but there has been a trail of … well,activities that brought her to our attention. She seemed to have travelled this way so we’re trying to see if anyone has seen her in the vicinity.”

He produced a photograph from a pocket in his vest. “This is the girl we’re talking about. Have you seen of heard of her?”

Vincent noticed that the police officer seemed to look casually, but his eyes were focused and were looking for any sign of recognition the moment he would see the person on the picture. His gaze suddenly scared him. And he decided he would keep a pokerface no matter who he saw on the photo.

The girl in the picture was wearing a red dress and she was standing in a garden full of colorful flowers. It was a wonderful picture of a wonderful girl in a wonderful environment, but the only thing missing was a smile. The girl’s expression was strained, as if she didn’t want to be there at all when the picture was taken. He wondered if his face was strained too, considering how he realized he did recognize the girl in the picture. And he wondered if his pokerface had hold.

“Cute girl, but she seems a bit sullen,” he said.

“Yeah, too bad, eh? I like her too,” the officer said. “Name’s Talitha Kramer. Seems to be a girl from a well-off family but apparently she felt too constricted by her environment. Ran away and started doing things not suitabled for a girl in her circles. You ever see her, give us a call.”

The officer stood up, offered him a card and added: “Just ask for me, Millhouse; saves you the time to actually get to speak to someone who doesn’t brush you off. Happens too often nowadays unfortunately.”

“Thanks. If I see or hear anything I’ll give you a call.”

“Sure do. I’m gonna finish the block. See if there are other people who’ve spotted her.”

Vincent guided the man out. When he closed he door, he exhaled.

I have no idea if my pokerface held up enough to keep him at bay. But I better go ask Talitha what this is all about – and not right now, because the police is obviously monitoring the entire block to see if someone goes to notify her. Damn.

On the other hand, if they’re snooping here, it means they’re not over there. Which is good. For her. Because, honestly, how well do I actually know her? She has moved in only a little while ago next to Daniel. We met. Saw her a few times. And then what? I trust her enough not to sell her out to the cops? Apparently.

He walked back inside, pondering about this sudden visit and the even more surprising cause for it. Nicole wasn’t at home, so he didn’t have anyone to talk to except Jenny – and she hasn’t been there. He istanbul escort had forgotten to open up the mindlink between them so she could have heard them talk.

Talk about stupid. That police officer had me rattled the moment he rang the doorbell. I didn’t think straight at all after that. Could it be because of my telepathy that I have grown distrustful? Or is it something else?

But then he thought of someone he could speak to and he went out of the house to ring the bell of his neighbours. Alice opened the door, as she generally was the one who was cooped up there. He had completely forgotten their last interaction where they had masturbated off each other across the window. Having your girlfriend arrested kind of does that to you.

“Hey Alice,” he greeted her. “Have you also just gotten a visit from a police officer?”

She raised an eyebrow behind her glasses. “No? Should I?” Her attitude was as usual; strict, stern and kind of annoyed.

Nowhe was raising an eyebrow. “You haven’t? But he said he was moving down the block …”

He surveyed the street and didn’t see any police car either. Nor did he see any police officers walking the doors. And Alice was dressed in her house-attire, so she had been home for a while. At least longer than it had taken the police officer to visit him.

And if he was moving down the block, going door to door, he either had to visit this house before – or after mine. Yet he hasn’t rung here at all.

“How long’ve you been home?”

She frowned. “Must be a couple hours by now. Why?”

“Just … curious.” His brain raced. “Thanks, Alice. Looks like someone’s making a fool of me. Gonna have to figure out who and why.”

“Sure … if you need any help, just let me know.”

“Will do. And once again, thanks.”

She nodded and closed the door while he went back into the house, scanning to see if there was any sign of any police officer in the neighbourhood.

So he approached me because heknew I’ve been in contact with her, just to check my reaction to her picture or so he can follow me if I go to warn her. Which means he probably has enough sense and skill to be able to tap my phone to intercept the call – or am I being paranoid? Yeah, right, reading minds is a natural thing to do. Paranoid my ass. If only I could’ve readhis mind …

Another possibility arose in his mind.

I could warn Jenny and let her warn Talitha. That would do the trick. They can’t trace me to Jenny, so long she’s not been approached, she’s free to tell her.

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Chapter 9.2 – Convicted

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“What the hell do you want?”

Jenny’s reaction wasn’t really what he had expected when he contacted her, but things had escalated over the past few weeks. He hadn’texpected the reaction, but he could’veguessed she would react like that. He had underestimated how hard she would take it when he had told her they should go their seperate ways. A decision he had made that still made him wonderwhy.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love her anymore; in fact, he loved her even more than back when he had agreed – only a few weeks before – that they should be an item. His decision thus was an odd one, one which didn’t strike him as a logical one. Yet, he made that decision and he uttered the words himself – he knew because he was there.

He could understand her anger for contacting her in this way, by making contact telepathically with the one person he could – the one person who had rejected her.

“Look, I know you don’t want this, but just listen – a police officer just visited me and asked me about a certain Talitha. She seems to be a major criminal after running away from home from what he tells me, but the point is: he only came to tell that tome.

Something’s wrong here. I don’t believe this was a cop. He’s here because he wants something from me and I believe he wants to do something to Talitha. I dare not to go out myself because I have the feeling he approached me in order for me to lead him to her. So I want to ask you, please call Daniel and let him warn Talitha. Don’t contact her yourself, don’t allow him to follow you to her house.

And for old times sake … take care of yourself. I don’t trust this guy even a tiny bit and if he has associated me with Talitha, he could tag you down as well.”

“And why would I do that? You dumpedme so you could hook up with her. What keeps me from leading that fake cop to her and get rid of her altogether?” she replied.

“Because that’s not you. No matter what happened or will happen, I still love you. Don’t forget that. Ever.”

“Ah, fuck you. Don’t start with the corny lines now. I’ll call Daniel to warn her, but that’s it. No more favors. Now get lost.”

She broke the connection – he hadn’t even realized she could do that by now – and he felt his stomach churn. Something didn’t istanbul escort bayan feel right and he didn’t know what. He wanted Talitha to answer the questions he had, but knew he couldn’t – not with this unknown factor on the field.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 9.3 – A strange man

* * * * * * * * * *

Vincent had left the house to look for the person who had impersonated himself as a police officer in order to track down Talitha. He didn’t get far.

So much for going on a search mission. I don’t have a car. I’ve grown so reliant on Jenny and her vehicle that I dashed out only to find myself stranded before I have even begun searching. I’ll have to wait on a bus and see if he might be at the campus, trying to find a different angle to finding her.

Which, incidentally, is precisely the place I would’ve gone to if I wanted to know where someone lived. You have to get registered with an address after all – unless he doesn’t know she’s attending college there.

If he had been running, he would’ve stopped dead in his tracks. Now he had simply been standing at the bus stop in front of his house and one wouldn’t have noticed that he had shifted to a different state of mind.

Do I dare to go to campus now? After all, I don’t want to lure him to a place where he could track her down more efficiently. Then again, I attend college there. It wouldn’t be so weird for me to show up there; it’s even a college day so I should be attending class anyway.

When the bus pulled over a few moments later he had to make a decision – and the internal debate ended. He was on his way to campus.

* * *

The campus was lively with people wandering around, commuting from place to place or simply loitering and talking. It was a beautiful day, so people weren’t too eager to sit inside or go to class if it wasn’t necessary. Vincent wondered ifanyone was attending class today, busy as it was.

He hadn’t taken ten steps towards a building when a man caught his attention. A middle-aged man in a suit with a flat hat and a trenchcoat draped over his shoulders was walking towards him from the right side. He had a friendly smile on his face, but Vincent could see that the man wanted him for something. He didn’t know why, because the man hadn’t called out to him or attracted his attention at all. It was just a feeling.

He had stopped to let the man catch up and when he approached him, the man indeed wanted to speak to him.

“Good afternoon,” he spoke. “Nice to speak to you on this fine day. Do you have a moment so we can talk for a few moments?”

“Who are you? I’m busy.” Vincent wanted to get a move on. To see if he could forge her address or something, or merely hide it for anyone who wanted to consult it. Or find out if someone already had.

“My name is Kevin and I’m looking for a girl. She’s a friend of mine and she’s in a wee bit of trouble. I assume you know her?” The man held up a picture – the same picture he had been shown before. Vincent applied the pokerface he used previously with the cop, but that didn’t seem to faze this man. “Ah, perfect. Could you guide me to her or point me in the right direction?”

“And why would I do so?”

The man looked at him, amused. “Because you feel she’s already in trouble. I might be able to help her, if you will let me.”

“I don’t know you, man. Why would I trust you?”

“That’s a good question. You probably shouldn’t. After all, we’ve only just met and you know she’s in trouble. So, let me turn the question around: whyshouldn’t you trust me? What makes you think I am trying to do her harm?”

He pondered a second about that, but didn’t come to a conclusion. There were too many questions, too many things he didn’t know. He needed Talitha to explain things to him before he could make up his mind – at least he knew her longer than he did this suspicious figure.

“I think I need to be on my way. Class, you know.”

“Very well. Just let me know when you come to terms with it.”

The man turned around and went on with his search. He didn’t stop asking other people, he didn’t talk to other people before he turned a corner and Vincent lost sight of him. And there was one thing which bothered him the most about this whole encounter.

He didn’t even give me a way of contacting him. As if he knew he knew when and where I would change my mind and he only needed to show up at the right time and place.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 9.4 – Shock

* * * * * * * * * *

He had strolled the hallways, looked in on classes, libraries and all kind of other places where she could be. He hadn’t found her. He didn’t know what to do next; taking the bus to her place didn’t seem the right action. And while he had asked Jenny to do a roundabout way to warn her, he didn’t have any reason why she wouldn’t have done so already. She might be angry, escort istanbul but she wouldn’t be bitter enough not to follow up on his request.

He decided to ride the bus back home, where he might at least find Nicole to talk to. He really needed someone to talk to. But once he got home, Nicole wasn’t there yet, leaving him alone with his doubts and suspicions.

What to do now? he wondered.

“You needed to speak to me?”

I indeed need to speak to Talitha, that’s right. I wonder how I can get into contact with her without arousing suspicion.

“I’m here. Speak to me. What happened?”

Stop that. Don’timagine yourself being able to talk to her just like that. Perhaps you could try to use someone else’s phone?

“Vincent. Get a hold of yourself. You have a continuous link with Jenny’s mind. How hard is it to accept that you might be connected to Talitha as well?”

He stopped pacing, pondering that question.

Actually, that would be weird. I don’t nearly know her as long as I do Jenny. Then again, I know Nicole even longer and we don’t have a connection – a mindlink – either. So, how weird would it really be?

“Glad to hear you have an open mind. Now. Here I am. Talk. What is wrong?”

His eyes grew wide when he realized he recognized her voice in his head.

“Wait. What? I’m really hearing you?” he asked, surprised by the fact that he even dared asking it.”You’re not only an imagination of my mind going crazy?”

“If your mind was going crazy, you should’ve accepted that a while ago when you decided that your … ‘mindlink’ with Jenny was for real,” she countered.”Now, can you accept that this is another of those ‘mindlinks’ you may have with another girl or should I call an asylum?”

He was a rational person. He could take a little sidestep here and there, but he didn’t believe in conspiracies and supernatural, paranormal events.

Except for having a permanent linked mind with Jenny then. And you didn’t believe in ghosts either, he countered himself.So yeah, so much for rationalism.

He tried to focus on the other voice.”So … Talitha?”

“That’s me. And you seem distressed. I just got notified by Daniel that of all people Jenny had called him to tell him that you wanted to relay a message to me. And when an ex-girlfriend goes out of her way to tell you that her ex-boyfriend needs to speak to you – that means there’s something really amiss.”

“You might say that. I’ve just gotten a visit from someone who claimed to be a cop. He said you’d run away from home and had committed crimes along the way before you arrived here. He was trying to see if I could tell him where you were.”

He heard her sigh.”Well,most of it is true, although taken out of context it would seem like I’m a criminal. And I’m not.

I’ve indeed run away from home. But that’s because I don’t like being a tool for other people. You see, this ‘mindlink’ you speak of, I possess it as well. And while you only have a connection with Jenny, I can make connections to all kinds of people, the way I now speak to you. I don’t need to tell you how valuable that is when you want to infiltrate a corporate building to steal some mighty good plans, or how valuable it would be to put someone like that in the vicinity of a government you distrust.

I don’t want to be a spy. I don’t want people to use my powers for the sole reason of bettering themselves, making themselves rich. I just want to live an honest life without having to scan people’s minds in search of some secret that can be exploited.

So when I ran away from home, they sent people after me. Private detectives, contacts with the police, you name it, they have it. My father is a wealthy man with plenty of resources to employ to bring me back. So every now and then I had to take measures to avoid their clutches. Sometimes that meant I had to get my hands on money to escape town – and that means I had to forcefully gain me access to a source of money which was not mine. Other times I had to fight my way out – sometimes resulting in injuries.

So yes, technically Iam a criminal. But the only people looking for me are people hired by my father. Not to get justice or to give me a trial, but to get me back in employment.”

Vincent was silent. Aside of the whole mindreading thing she claimed to be able of, her entire situation made his mind reel. He wondered how he got involved in this mess, merely by being in the vicinity of her? Or was there more to it?

“I’m aware of your ‘mindlink’ with Jenny,” she continued.”And so I hope you can understand my position. Am I a criminal? Technically, yes. Am I evil, out for personal gain? Not in that way. I merely desire my freedom, to live a life. And if I have to break a few laws to stay out of the clutches of these men, so be it.

Seeing how you have a similar ability, I was hoping you would understand me, perhaps even help me. So hereby I ask you: do you believe me? Will you help me?”

“Considering how I asked Jenny to warn you in a roundabout way, I’d say I already helped you,” he thought grimly.”I don’t know if I’m willing – or even able – to help you in your fight with your father and his goons.”

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Wake You: A Short-Short Story

You’re floating in a warm pool of water. It flows over your skin, caressing you, fondling you, gliding over your skin. Liquid heat, streaming, touching you every inch of your body.

But no, it’s not over your entire body. Amazingly, it’s simply flowing over your cock!

It slides around you, arousing you, warming you, driving you wild. And then the pool of water becomes a stream… a solid stream that tastes you, licks you, teases you. Concentrating on this part istanbul escort of your cock, then that part of your cock, then… Oh!… THAT part of your cock!

But it isn’t water… what is it? You grudgingly begin to wake up, struggling to hold onto the dream, and moan when it is generous to your wants and continues… the direct pressure resumes after the pause, starting at the base of you, slowly moving up the length and across the width of your now-straining prick. You try to mentally istanbul escort bayan direct it to give you more satisfaction, to lead the dream. But the dream has a mind of its own, continually teasing you by going everywhere EXCEPT where you want it to go.

The liquid heat then surrounds you again, covering you entirely, lavishing you, adoring you, concentrating on exactly the spot you want and then some. And then it pulls on you, draws on you, tows you in deeper and deeper. escort istanbul You’re drowning… and loving it.

And then there’s a stream within the flood, skittering across a single, tantalizing spot. And you lose it, not able to hold back the tidal wave that crashes through your body. Your tension leaves in a series of pulsing, gratifying explosions. And still the flood pulls on you, drawing every last bit of stress and strain from you, leaving you wonderfully drained and completely satisfied.

You finally allow yourself to waken, still drifting from the dream. And when the weight on your legs finally registers, you slowly open your eyes to see me rising from your finally-softening cock, smiling at you in a silent good morning, and licking my lips in contented gratification…

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Terri thought long and hard about her new job. She’d worked darned hard to get it. She’d put herself through hell to obtain it. And it bored the crap out of her. There were days she was so bored with it, she didn’t want to get out of bed and go to work.

Her entire family, save the women, were in law enforcement. Her father was a well-respected Police Captain. Her brothers, all 3 of them, were cops. One of her cousins was in the army, but an MP. It was in the blood. Enforcing society’s rules and protecting other people was important to everyone in her family.

Except Terri. Terri didn’t want to play by the rules. She liked to challenge preconceptions and make waves. People who made waves were the people who changed society.

If the family knew how Terri paid to put herself through school and the subsequent training, they’d have gone into shock. The petite brunette had paid for her education as a stripper.

It had all been her friend Devin’s idea. Devin had begun stripping right out of High School and foregone a college education for it. The tall blonde was built for life in the sex trade, with beautiful big (and real, Devin said with a laugh) tits, long blonde hair, legs that went on forever and stunning blue eyes. She moved with grace and sensuality, often reminding Terri of a jungle cat. Men and women liked to watch Devin move, so she made a career out of it. Devin made great money and lived a very hedonistic lifestyle. Terri envied her that lifestyle.

Terri was tiny, barely 5’5″, but all of it was a hot package. Her breasts were tiny, but firm, with delicate pink nipples that seemed to be forever erect. Her hair was a lustrous chestnut colour, going all the way down to her butt. Her butt, which was tight and firm, bounced and wiggled when she walked. istanbul escort Her eyes, her ex used to say, were “Bambi” eyes which looked deep and soulful. She kept herself semi-tanned, but didn’t need much sun, owing to her mother’s Mediterranean complexion. Her legs were sexy and she did a lot of exercises to keep them toned and firm.

“So!”, Devin had said over lunch, “why don’t you make some money from your hot bod hun?”

“Because dopey!,” the pretty 19-year old smiled back “My family would kill me!”

“Mine still don’t know hun and I’ve been doing it for over a year. Terri, you could make a killing! No student loans, no debts and some pretty hot looking guys just looking for a nice fuck! How long has it been hun?”

Terri sighed. “5 months since Jerry and I broke up. But selling myself for money Dev?”

Devin laughed back. “You strip for the money Terr, you fuck for the fun! I am seeing 3 guys right now – and also have a fling with one of their girlfriends!”

Terri’s brown eyes opened wide. “You’re sleeping with women now?”

Devin smiled. “Oh hun, lots of the girls have girl / girl flings, it’s fun and you can’t get preggers!” Devin giggled. “You have to see Charmane – she’s the hottest little Asian cutie, and man, can she lick pussy!”

Terri shivered at the thought. She’d had illicit thoughts about women once or twice, and one of her cheerleader friends had made a subtle pass, but she’d been too nervous to do anything about it. Her cheeks reddened and she knew what she had to do. If she wanted to be true to herself, she had to take the plunge.

“Count me in!” she told Devin.

* * * * *

In her first week on her new job, Terri found herself completely at ease. The other girls were kind and fun, having istanbul escort bayan drinks and laughter daily. She fit right in and found her way of dancing and her small, toned body could excite the men.

After the first few times, she was at ease baring her tits and pussy to this horny grouping of men – and a few women. Terri found the women customers friendlier, more respectful and much more naughty when they wanted to be.

Her tits jiggled proudly as she bounced, strutted and moved around the stage. Somedays, her pussy would be wet from arousing the crowd. This had turned out to be the perfect idea, she was making good money and she was hornier than hell all the time. All she had to do now is find someone to fuck and all would be right with the world! She hadn’t made it with any of the women customers yet or any of the other girls, but it was in the back of her mind.

So it was inevitable that one day, when one of the hotter patrons offered to take her out for dinner, she went along.

Dinner was light fare, pub-style, but he was kind and fun to be with. Richard made her laugh – and he made her horny as hell. It was time for her to get fucked, she ached to feel his cock inside of her hot, wet and overly horny little cunt!

So “Tori” – as she called herself on stage – and Richard went to a nice motel, checked in – and fucked each other’s brains out.

She marveled at her uninhibited lustiness, slurping and licking his purple, veiny large dick until it glistened with her saliva. Up and down, swirling her tongue, she excited her hot stud, wanting to leave him panting and weak with lust. His moans of pleasure let her know she was doing a good job. All of the girls talked about their sex lives very openly backstage and she’d escort istanbul picked up a few tips about sucking cock and what men and women like orally.

“Tori” was much wilder than her subdued alter-ego. She fucked like a woman possessed, urging Richard to “fuck her like a bitch in heat, you big-cocked bastard!”. He complied readily, putting his dick deeper in her pussy than she’d ever felt before. His thick shaft filled her completely and she arched and bucked against him as he drilled deeper and deeper within her pussy.

In and out of her newly-trimmed pussy, he pumped and grinded his magnificent rod. “You’re just a fucky hot little bitch, aren’t you Tori?”, he hissed through clenched teeth as his meaty dick pounded her cunt. The bedsprings on the cheap mattress creaked underneath them, giving an unusual soundtrack to their orgiastic fucking. The headboard pounded the wall as they fucked, like it was keeping time. Whoever was in the next room was likely getting an earful! Let them, she giggled. God, she was turning into a hot little slut!

He wasn’t a sensual lovemaker, he didn’t waste a lot of time on foreplay, but Richard was all man as he dicked her, deeper and deeper. Terri wanted it sensual and passionate, but most of the time, “Tori” wanted to fuck! Her body was dripping wet with sweat from their heated fucking, her nipples ached and were stiff and hard as he mauled them while screwing her.

He pulled out of her, holding his cock near her face and she found herself surprised at her own sluttiness as she nodded, grabbed for his throbbing meat and sucked him off, tasting their combined fluids and sucking him all the way until he poured his load in her mouth. The taste of their mixed cum made her want more, yet he was out of action for the time being.

“Tori” knew that they’d be exhausted in the morning, but as she began to caress him and run her nails all over his skin, she knew he’d be inside her pussy at least one more time tonight.

Dancing was bringing out her inner slut – or was it the outside that was the facade?

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As I drove up to the motel that Victoria and I had arranged to meet at, I thought back to the time that I had first met her.

We’d met online at a poker room and straight away we seemed to hit it off together.

It wasn’t long before we exchanged e-mail addresses and were soon chatting away like long lost soul mates.

We soon found out that each was married, but that didn’t stop us from chatting, after all, we were just friends, right?

At first we were just friends, but that started to change very quickly.

I had sent Victoria one of my stories that I had written, forgetting completely to check if there were any nude pictures of myself in the story.

I had two sets of stories on my computer, one with pictures and one without pictures.

As it’d turned out, I’d sent the one with pictures to Victoria by mistake.

Not that she complained at all.

In fact, Victoria seemed quite taken with my picture.

A few days went by, and our fascination with each other grew quickly.

I wanted to see much more of this wonderful lady that I’d met online.

It soon became quite clear that Victoria too, wanted to meet with me.

After a couple of weeks of chatting online, Victoria admitted that she was slowly falling in love with me.

I too, had to admit that I was falling for this lovely lady as well.

Because of her job, Victoria moved around the country a lot and was coming up my way in a few months time.

I was very excited by the news, even though it wouldn’t be for some time yet, the mere fact that I was going to meet this very beautiful young lady, sent shivers right through my body.

Victoria had agreed to send me a couple of nude pictures of her self and I could barely wait to see them.

As we chatted online, we found to our amazement, that we had a hell of a lot in common with each other.

It was really turning out to be a pleasure talking with Victoria.

She soon became the highlight of my day and evening.

I never gave up the chance to see her when we were both online together.

Because we were both married, we both had to watch out for our spouse, otherwise, they’d catch us chatting and then there’d be hell to pay.

We both had a couple of close calls, but managed to keep things hidden from our partners.

Even in bed with my wife, my mind was filled with our latest conversations online.

No one had ever turned me on so much as she was able to do just by chatting.

While she was indeed very beautiful, it was not just her beauty that turned me on, no, it was much more than that.

It was as though she needed someone to tell her that she was still very much a beautiful woman, a desirable woman.

Of course I had no trouble telling her that, because to be quite frank, she was one of the most desirable women, I’d ever met in my life.

But to my keen senses, I knew that deep down, something was troubling her deeply.

It took a couple of weeks before Victoria told me what had been troubling her.

It seems that her husband was Bi-sexual.

Victoria then described how she felt when she found out about it.

Victoria had found out only 9 months ago that he was Bi-sexual and it’d nearly floored her.

How could she have not known about his Bi-sexuality ages ago!

Victoria had always thought of herself as a smart enough woman fairly wise to the ways of men, but this threw her completely.

Then, she started to think about giving him a headjob and she wondered where his cock had been before he came home.

Now she knew why he liked anal so much.

Victoria too, loved anal, but was disgusted with the thought of his cock in some guys arse before coming home to have anal with her.

She’d washed herself that night in the shower but could not for the life of her, wash away the hurt and disgust that she felt inside her.

Victoria then told me that she never gave him a headjob after that and made him wear a condom whenever she had to give him sex.

But for nine painful months, she kept her secret to herself, apart from one other person, too ashamed to confide in anyone else she knew.

The one person, she did confide in was her elderly next door neighbor, Elsie, whom she loved as a mother.

Victoria told me that she had even shown a couple of nude pictures of my erection that I’d sent her to Elsie and that Elsie had told her to dump her husband and marry me.

I didn’t mind in the least as I’d given nude shots of myself to many women in the past.

Victoria said that once her shameful secret was known to me, she’d felt better getting it off her chest.

I told Victoria that on no account was she to blame herself for what’d happened; it wasn’t her fault that he was Bi-sexual.

I did fully understand where she’d been coming from, not that it’d happened to me, but from the fact of finding out my 2nd wife had been playing around on me with another guy.

It wasn’t as bad as what’d happened to Victoria of course, but the hurt and the mistrust and betrayal would have been the same reaction.

It’d istanbul escort only made me want to take Victoria in my arms and hold her safe against anyone or anything that could ever hurt her again.

I too, had been hurt in the past, and didn’t want Victoria to have to go through any more hurt.

As I walked towards the room Victoria had booked for our first meeting, I again had faint stirrings of worry about what she’d think of the real me.

Until this moment, all she’d ever seen were pictures of me, now she’d be meeting the real me.

At the back of my mind, I did wonder if she would be even slightly disappointed in what she saw when she opened the door.

I had brought this to Victoria’s attention before today, and she’d been a little cross with me for even thinking it.

But, it was human nature to wonder if you were ever good enough for the woman you’d fallen for.

Knowing that there was only one way of finding out, I knocked on the door.

It opened almost instantly.

It was as though Victoria had been standing on the other side of the door waiting for me to knock.

There before me, stood a woman even more beautiful than her picture had lead me to believe.

I stood there for a few seconds, drinking in her beauty.

Victoria stood there on the other side of the doorway waiting for me to say or do something.

I broke myself from the spell she’d thrown over me and grinned.

Still without a word being spoken, I stepped over the doorway and into the arms of one of the most beautiful ladies I’d ever met.

Victoria hugged me as tightly as I hugged her.

I couldn’t believe that at long last, I now held this sweet and lovely woman in my arms.

I could feel her body heat mixing with mine as we hugged, and I felt my cock start to respond. It was as though my cock knew what was in store for it.

I surely did.

Still holding each other, we looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“Hi there” I told her, grinning like a school kid.

“Hi there yourself my lovely man.” Victoria replied with a smile that seemed to come from heaven.

I leaned forward and felt the warmth of her breath as our mouths drew nearer and felt my lips press softly against hers.

I’d dreamt of this minute for months now and finally, the moment had arrived.

I felt Victoria’s mouth part slowly and she allowed my tongue to enter its wetness and warmth.

As our tongues danced the dance of love inside each other’s mouths, I couldn’t resist copping a feel of her arse.

Using both hands, I at first lightly traced the smooth outline of her cheeks, and then I gripped her firmly by the cheeks and pulled her crotch against my own.

God how I wanted this woman, in more ways than one.

Her nipples were pressing against my shirt and I couldn’t wait to feel them naked against my own flesh.

Victoria slowly withdrew from our embrace.

“I think we’d better close the door, or we’ll finish up giving the neighbors a free show.” She said with a smile, going around me and closing the door.

She then stepped back into my waiting arms before saying, “God, Brian. You don’t know how I’ve longed for this day to arrive.”

“I think that I have an idea, Victoria.” I replied gently kissing her on the lips once more.

Again, we kissed tenderly and passionately, our tongues darting and withdrawing inside each other’s mouths.

Again, I let my hands wander across Victoria’s very cute backside as we kissed.

I lightly ran the finger’s of my right hand down the groove between her cheeks, knowing that in a very short space of time, I’d be enjoying the delights of her body and much more.

I felt Victoria’s entire body slightly shiver in response to my touching her backside through her dress.

I loved the response I was getting from this beautiful woman.

Gone were the fleeting thoughts of was I good enough for her or not.

I knew for a fact that I was more than good enough for her.

In fact we seemed so right together, that we had both thought aloud at different times, that we were in fact soul mates.

“Shall we have a drink, Brian?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes please.” I replied with a smile of my own.

Victoria poured two drinks and we sat on the lounge exchanging small talk while we had our drinks.

I looked at this beautiful woman that I’d met purely by accident online and again wondered how come I’d been so lucky.

I would not have dreamt in a million years of being with someone that was this beautiful and smart to boot.

“Well Brian, where’s this shower you promised me.” Victoria asked smiling as she sat her glass down on the coffee table in front of us.

“Oh, I’m dam sure we can soon find it, Victoria.” I replied with a smile of my own, sitting my own glass down beside hers.

We stood and I held out my hand for her to take.

We soon found the shower and I stood there looking at her for a second or two, knowing that at long last, I was about to finally see Victoria fully naked.

“Here, istanbul escort bayan Let me.” Victoria said as I started to undo my shirt.

I removed my fingers from the buttons and allowed Victoria to undo my shirt for me.

She hung the shirt on the door knob and then she lowered herself to her knees in front of me and took hold of my belt.

As she undid my belt, Victoria looked up at me with a smile.

I looked deep into her eyes and saw love staring back at me.

I’d been scared to show true love to a woman ever since I’d been badly hurt in the love game, but with Victoria, I didn’t feel the need to be frightened of her.

I knew that she wouldn’t desert me for another man like my 2nd wife had done.

I reached down with my hand and lightly stroked her on the side of the face.

Victoria turned her face towards my hand and kissed it.

Then, she got back to the job in hand.

She slowly undid the zipper on my trousers and allowed my pants to fall at my feet.

I stepped out of them and stood there in just my underpants.

Then she gripped my underpants and slowly lowered them to my feet also.

Again, I stepped out of them and now stood totally naked in front of Victoria.

Victoria said “What’s this?” as she reached forward and took hold of my semi-erect cock.

“Now that is what I’ve been waiting to see for a long time.” She said with a laugh.

I grinned as she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock.

“I bet it tastes as good as it looks.” Victoria said with a smile, before leaning forward and placing her lips around the head of my cock.

The warmth of her mouth closed around the top part of my cock and then, slowly, she began to push her mouth further and further along its thickening length.

Not too many women were able to take its full length inside their mouths, but Victoria didn’t seem to have much trouble doing so.

I felt her nose touch my pubes as she continued to suck me off.

I knew that I wasn’t going to last long inside that warm, moist mouth of hers and while I would of liked to have lasted longer, also knew that the 2nd time round, I would last much longer.

I knew also from our chats that Victoria was not one of these women who hated sperm inside their mouths.

I’d not met too many women in my travels who also didn’t mind swallowing sperm.

I was pleased that Victoria was one who didn’t mind swallowing.

My own wife would not take my sperm inside her mouth, let alone swallow it.

I felt Victoria’s fingers lightly begin to tease my balls as she fucked her mouth along my cock.

Then she reached a little further under my balls and I felt her begin to tease my anus.

Again, not too many women liked playing with a guy’s anus.

Slowly and carefully so’s not to cause me any discomfit, Victoria began to push her fingertip just inside my anus.

That was more than enough along with her hot, wet mouth fucking my cock to send me over the edge.

I felt my hot sperm start to empty into Victoria’s mouth.

“Mmmm” Victoria mumbled around the shaft of my cock, as she sucked every last drop of my cum inside her mouth.

My cock softened inside her mouth and Victoria removed her finger from my anus and removed her mouth from my cock.

“Now that was nice.” Victoria said with a grin.

“Sure was darl.” I replied with a big grin on my face.

Victoria then stood back up and I knew it was my turn to give this beautiful woman pleasure with my mouth.

I picked up my trousers and underpants and hung them along with my shirt.

It wouldn’t do to have them too messed up as I had to meet my wife afterwards.

I’d arranged it this way, so that she wouldn’t be suss about me being dressed up in my good clothes and with wet hair.

She’d just think that I’d not long got out of the shower to meet with her.

Which would be true, except that I was going to be hopping out of the shower with Victoria first.

I kissed Victoria on the lips tenderly at first, then with increasing passion.

Our tongues joined forces inside her mouth as we hugged tightly to one another.

I felt the faint stirrings of another erection coming, but wanted to pleasure Victoria with my mouth first.

We kissed for a few minutes before I slowly pulled away from her lips.

Then I turned her with my hands so that she was now standing with her back to me.

I reached up with my fingers and took hold of the zipper at the top of her dress.

As I lowered the zipper, I saw the straps of her bra come into view along with smooth bare flesh.

I leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the back.

Then, I helped Victoria from her dress and she stood before me in just her bra and panties, which I saw with pleasure was a G-string.

I reached up and undid her bra strap, allowing her beautiful breasts to escape into the fresh air.

Then, Victoria turned herself towards me, allowing me to view her lovely breasts for the very first time.

I reached forward escort istanbul with my fingertips and ran them over her twin globes.

I wanted them in my mouth so badly, but first I wanted to see this lovely lady totally naked.

I then sank to my knees in front of her, the same as she’d done to me.

Hooking my fingers either side of her G-string, I slowly lowered them to her feet.

Victoria stepped out of them and now I had a totally unrestrained view of her body.

I stared at her nakedness in pleasure; I felt like a kid in a candy store.

As I’d once told her while online, she was indeed an angel.

Victoria knew from our chats, that I loved women without hair around their vaginas.

It would not have bothered me greatly had she had hair down there, but this was a bonus.

I’d always loved the feel of smooth flesh under my tongue as I made oral love to a woman, also I didn’t have to go to the dentist for a haircut.

I placed both hands on her hips and leaned forward and kissed her belly button.

I felt Victoria’s body shake slightly in pleasure as she felt the tip of my tongue starting to descend towards her vagina.

We had made love many different ways together in my stories and while we were having cyber sex, so Victoria had a good idea as to what was coming next.

I could smell her heavenly vaginal scent the closer I got towards her vagina.

I knew I was in for a treat.

My tongue guided over her smooth flesh, until I felt the slight protrusion of her pelvic bone under my tongue.

A few more seconds and I would taste her juices, the one thing I’d be waiting to do for many months.

I felt her outer lips with the tip of my tongue and signed silently with pleasure.

I ran the tip of my tongue all over her smooth flesh, not yet wanting to plunge my tongue deep inside her.

Not only was I teasing Victoria, but wanted to tease myself as well.

This was a golden moment for me and I wanted it to last for as long as it could.

I reached between her thighs and lightly teased her anus with my finger.

Victoria gave out a low moan of pleasure and placed both of her hands on top of my head.

Then, I guided the tip of my tongue towards her swollen, erect clitoris and just gave it the briefest flick with the tip of my tongue.

Victoria moaned softly with pleasure above me and I felt her hands grip my hair.

But again, I didn’t want to go straight for her vagina, I wanted her to be half begging me to touch her vagina with my mouth.

So I instead moved my tongue slightly to the left and ran the tip of it down the groove on the inside of her thigh, close to but not quite touching her outer flesh of her vagina.

I did the same to the right hand side of her crotch.

I felt Victoria’s hands trying to guild my mouth towards her vagina, but still I was not ready to obey.

I moved my face completely away from her crotch and placed the palms of my hands either side of her hips and then slowly moved them down her thighs.

My fingertips were soft against her warm flesh, but I made sure that while it was caressing her flesh, it actually wasn’t ticking her.

I ran my fingers down the outsides of her legs, and then I moved them around until they were now on the inside of her ankles.

Slowly I began to guild my fingers back up her flesh, enjoying the feel of her beautiful skin beneath my fingers.

My fingers moved slowly towards her beautifully bald vagina and I let them brush either side of her lips.

Then I ran the tips of my fingers gently over her smooth vaginal lips, causing a low moan of pleasure or frustration from Victoria.

Then I lightly ran the tip of one finger down the soft, wet groove of her vagina.

I then angled my finger upwards and slowly began to ease my thick finger up inside of her.

At the same time, I lowered my mouth to her throbbing clitoris.

I took her erect clitoris inside my mouth and teased it with my tongue; causing Victoria’s already very moist vagina to become even wetter, if that was at all possible.

Her tight vaginal walls parted before my probing finger.

The warmth and wetness of her vagina closed around my finger as I plunged it as deep as I could inside her.

Victoria was now humping my finger as if it were a smaller version of my cock.

As I pulled it back out of her I then slowly eased two of my thick fingers inside of here.

The thickness of two of my fingers was the same width as my cock.

I made sure that as I finger fucked her, I lapped up some of her love juices that were flowing out of her.

Her juices tasted like pure nectar to me.

Victoria’s thighs were shaking quite badly as she neared her orgasm.

Her fists were now tightly holding onto my hair.

I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping and releasing my fingers within her and now wished that it was my cock buried deep inside of her.

I wanted to feel that hot throbbing mass of female flesh around my thick cock.

I couldn’t wait anymore.

I withdrew my fingers from her and pulled my mouth away from her crotch.

I stood up and said, “I want and need you now lover.”

I turned her around towards the bath and bent her over so that she was gripping the sides of the bath, allowing me the view of the most perfect arse I’d ever seen.

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Note: This is the third story in the Lockwinnock trilogy. It is suggested that the reader read the other two stories in order to fully understand the story context. The author hopes that these fictional stories have provided entertainment and comments are invited.

A sweet smile had convinced the bus driver to let her off at the round about. The ride down from Paisley to Glasgow had taken longer than she had expected. The bus had stopped at every nook and cranny. With only two short blocks to go, Beth extended the handle on her wheeled overnight bag and started to walk.

The dampness of the sidewalks glistened in the light from the streetlights. The raw wind that blew in from the Clyde brought a hint of weather to come. Arriving at the front door of the apartment building, she was chilled. Beth pushed the buzzer to his apartment and waited. The wind tugged at her overcoat, her nose began to run, and she desperately needed to pee. She forcefully pushed the buzzer again and waited. She stamped her feet and rubbed her nose with the back of her kid glove then assaulted the buzzer with a staccato of pushes. “Aaron. Aaron McGregor, where the fuck are you?” She angrily muttered to herself as she began to rummage through her purse. “Where are those fucking keys?” Her impatience grew. The keys were finally found. She entered, wearily climbed the three flights of richly carpeted stairs dragging her luggage, trudged to the end of the hall, and opened the apartment door, only to be greeted by the flashing light of the phone pulsing through the darkness.

Beth turned on the hall lights, discarded her coat and gloves over her suitcase, and hurried down the hall to the bathroom. She grabbed a handful of Kleenex and plunked herself down on the toilet. She blew her nose, sighed, felt relief and flushed. Beth washed and dried her hands and then looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and puffy and her eyes teary. Her hair was wind blown. Beth tried to straighten her hair with her fingers and patted her face with her fingertips. She realized that she was agitated and most of all hungry. She left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen.

Her hand found the switch and as the light flooded the kitchen, Beth’s eyes went immediately to the counter wine rack. Minutes later a half glass of Merlot sat on the counter while Beth searched the cupboards and fridge looking for something to eat. Twenty minutes and two glasses of Merlot later, Beth departed the kitchen for the living room with her gourmet meal. The kitchen was left disarray. The microwave door was ajar, the cutting board was covered with crumbs and morsels, and a dirty corning ware dish was on the counter by the cork and corkscrew. She turned on the television and sat back in the sofa to enjoy her meal of tomatoe soup, rye crisp crackers and cheese, Peak Fream shortbreads, and wine.

The television had been watching Beth for a couple of hours when she awoke to the sound of the 11 o’clock news. She was disappointed to find herself still alone in the apartment. She rose from the sofa and carried the dishes to the kitchen and placed them by the sink. Leaning back against the counter, she finished the remaining wine in a series of large gulps. Beth dejectedly placed the glass on the counter, wiped the dribble of wine from the edge of her mouth and walked into the hall. There the impatiently flashing phone once again caught her eye. She had forgotten about the message. Now she picked up the receiver and pushed the message button.

“Beth, its Aaron. How dumb of me, of course you know who it is. Look, luv, there’s been a problem with the plane. They say it’s a warning light or something. Anyways we have been diverted to Gander, Newfoundland. BA is putting us up for the night. They hope to have the plane fixed soon and I should be home sometime on Friday. I’ll phone you as soon as I know the time of arrival. Miss you lots.”

“Shit,” was all Beth could say as she put down the phone and turned to walk towards the master bedroom. She had arranged a four-day weekend with Friday and Monday off from work. Now everything that was so carefully planned was about to collapse into shambles. Beth brushed against her coat. She realized that she had not hung it up. Quickly stuffing the gloves into the pockets, she grabbed a hanger, and deposited the coat in the closet. The travel bag followed her down the hallway, tugging in protest as its small wheels dug into the deep pile carpet. She entered Aaron’s bedroom, turned on the lights, and began to cry.

Tears trickled down her cheeks as she pulled the travel bag into the large closet dressing room area. Beth unzipped her suitcase and pulled out her make up bag. As she was about to enter the adjacent ensuite, she noticed that Aaron had left open the bifold doors, which normally hid the washer and dryer. Hung over the edge of the washing machine was one of Aaron’s heavy plaid shirts. She instinctively reached for the shirt to dry her tears. The faint smell of Aaron filled her head.

She left the bathroom clad istanbul escort only in Aaron’s open shirt. Turning out the lights, she walked slowly towards the bed as her eyes became accustomed to the pale light the streetlights provided through the bedroom window. She pulled back the covers and curled up in the pillows. As she pulled a pillow into her chest and pushed down into the bed, Aaron’s scent once more invaded her. Hugging the pillow forced the shirt to scrape across her breasts. She liked the tantalizing feel of the buttons and cloth edge against her skin. She reveled in the sensuous smells of the shirt and the bed. She enjoyed the sound of her own breathing. Her nipples hardened. The pillow became redundant, replaced by the soft teasing of tentative fingertips.

The tips of her nails traced the sides of her breasts and tickled her navel. She squeezed and rubbed her nipples and gently caressed her pubic hair. Her palms rubbed her thighs. Her fingers began to explore her pussy.

Beth spread her legs to provide greater comfort and access for the fingers she no longer controlled. All Beth could feel were the sensations on her pussy lips and hood and the pressure on her nipples. The sensations increased. Her fingers were bathed in wetness as they penetrated and probed and rubbed and squeezed her clit. Her nipples were pulled to elongated hardness. Warm colours flashed though her mind. Gasps, pleeaassure, and reeleeaase consumed Beth as she collapsed in a wave of heat and light.

The flight attendants had been great. They had prepared everyone for a rough landing and for emergency evacuation. The woman beside him had asked if she could hold Aaron’s hand when they assumed crash positions. However, it was all really anticlimactic. The plane made the gentlest landing Aaron had ever experienced and rolled to a stop by the fire trucks at the far end of the field. An hour latter they were being transported by bus through the rain and sleet to hotels in Gander. The couples and groups had been assigned to one of the major hotels in the Gander while the singles had to make due with a three storey walk -up near the airport.

The passengers were only allowed to take their carry-on luggage and each clutched at the toiletry bags supplied by the airport staff. Aaron’s seat companion from the plane was on the bus too and they sat together. Aaron learned that she was a 28-year-old PhD graduate in immunology who was traveling to London to take a job in a pharmaceutical lab. Her name was Sandra. After checking in, they discovered that their rooms were opposite one another on the third floor. Hungry, they agreed to meet in the hotel restaurant for dinner.

Aaron entered his room. It could only be described as starkly functional. It was in sharp contrast to the Toronto luxury suite in which he had spent the last 3 weeks. Throwing the bags on the bed. He began to undress. He needed a shower to relax. He stripped, grabbed his underwear and new toiletry bag, and headed to the washroom. He shaved, showered, and washed his underwear, which smelled of fear sweat. He dried the underwear first in a towel and then hung it over the room heater and pushed the high button. Dressing he felt somewhat apprehensive about eating with Sandra.

There were butterflies in his stomach as he headed down the hall to the restaurant-bar on the first floor. His gray, zippered turtleneck chaffed against his nipples. The seams in the jeans rubbed against his balls as he walked. He had not “dated” another woman since he had met Beth. Was this cheating?

The restaurant-bar was dark and noisy. It was filled with a combination of plane passengers and airport employees unwinding after a day’s work. Along the far wall opposite the entrance was a small stand-up bar and next to it an undersized dance floor with a low stage. On the stage were a drum set and a jukebox, which was playing country and western music. Two couples were dancing and several more couples sat at the tables at the edge of the dance floor. The kitchen service entrance was at the far end of the room. A series of booth-like tables separated entrance area from the dance floor. Aaron selected a booth not far from the entrance and sat down. Soon Sandra joined him. It was obvious that she had showered too. Her curly brunette hair was pulled back into a damp ponytail. She was braless. The boat-necked jersey T-shirt outlined the edges of her small breasts and her nipples were clearly visible.

An older waitress soon approached them. As Sandra ordered, Aaron looked at the profile of the waitress and drifted off into his own world. Her bleached blond hair and stained white blouse brought to mind the phrase “…ridden hard and put away wet…”

“And what would the gentleman like?” The words startled Aaron.

“I’ve ordered beer and nachos,” remarked Sandra helpfully.

“The nachos are a huge order. There’ more than enough for two. What would you like you drink,” queried the waitress?

Aaron was taken aback. “What do you have on ta..?”

He istanbul escort bayan never got a chance to finish. “You know what you need after a day like today? You need some screech. That’ll straighten you right out. Besides, BA’s paying,” she continued as she turned her back and walked away without giving him a chance to reply. Bemused Aaron fell into conversation with Sandra. Soon their food and drinks came.

The screech, Aaron decided was an acquired taste. It was raw rum that burned all the way down. It had a sharp kick but the taste definitely mellowed after the second glass. The nachos, on the other hand he thoroughly enjoyed. The nachos disappeared and so did three bottles of beer and three glasses of screech. It was apparent that both of them had a good buzz going as they negotiated the stairs to their rooms.

In front of her door, Sandra fumbled with her key and dropped it. Aaron picked it up, threaded the key into the lock, and opened the door. Aaron stepped back to allow Sandra to enter. She lunged forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a hot smoldering kiss on his lips. Her weight drew him inside and he pushed the door closed. The kiss continued and their tongues intertwined.

She stepped back. Slurring she said, “You’re a good kisser, but I need to piss and brush my teeth. Don’t go away.” She stumbled into the dark bathroom. Aaron flicked on the light for her. “Thaaanks.” Sandra made no attempt to shut the door before she pushed down her jeans and sat on the toilet. Aaron felt voyeuristic and turned away from the scene.

The room was a carbon copy of his. There was a single queen sized bed bracketed by two nightstands on one wall and a chest of drawers supporting an ancient TV on the other. The light on the nightstand, where Sandra had left her purse, illuminated the room.

Aaron felt a hand brush across his shoulders. “Its your turn, Scottie,” she slurred. Sandra walked in front of him and stopped with her back towards him. She was wearing only the red T-shit. Slowly the shirt was pulled over her head. With a wiggle of her bum, she placed it over the TV. “You can use my toothbrush,” she giggled as she hugged herself. “Don’t take too long.”

As Aaron left the bathroom and turned the corner to enter the darkened room he heard, “Leave the bathroom light on. I like to see my men.” He obliged. “You know,” she asserted, “size does matter.” Aaron’s confidant six inches sagged a little.

Aaron retorted, ” You know sweetie, it’s the artist not the paintbrush that makes the picture.” What he really wanted to say was “Your 34 A’s are barely a mouthful,” but he kept silent and continued to approach the bed.

Sandra laughed. “I am a good girl scout, I’m always prepared. But these may be too big!”

“Bitch!” he thought. Aaron saw that the contents of her purse were now spilled over the nightstand and that she held up two wrappers between her fingers.

“Let’s find out if you’re are Picasso or a simple house painter.”

“Oh Christ, ” said Aaron silently to himself. “I don’t need this shit!” He turned to bolt. However, he never got the chance. Sandra pulled him forcibly down onto the bed and inhaled his lips. Her tongue went deep into his mouth. As their tongues fenced, Aaron’s fingers found her nipples. They were hard and protruding.

Sandra felt Aaron’s fingers work her nipples. He squeezed. It hurt but it felt good. His breath and tongue gave them new sensations. Then almost her whole breast was consumed and sucked into his mouth. Each breast was given equal time. The feelings built in her head and flowed out in muted gasps as his fingers roughly rubbed her navel and began to explore her pussy.

Sandra’s bald pussy yielded easily to Aaron’s fingers. Its warmth and moisture invited penetration first by one finger then by two. He curved his fingers and worked them rapidly over the thick area at the front of her vagina. Aaron continued to suck on her nipples while his free thumb began to massage her clit. He shifted his kneeling position and his tongue snaked down to join his thumb.

Sandra arched her back. Her arms were raised and her hands pulled at her hair. Her head was turned, her mouth agape, and her breath was coming in short pants. Aaron’s tongue titillated the tip of her clit and his fingers vibrated over the front of her vaginal wall. “Oh FUCK ME!!” she screamed as her body shuddered and bucked spasmodically. Her pelvic bone collided with Aaron’s nose. Stunned, he drew back. “Don’t fucking stop, that was wonderful!” A hand pushed at the back of his head and Aaron’s tongue returned to her clit. It flicked and darted across her hot hardness. Her body shook in a series of shuddering convulsions.

The telephone rang harshly at 2:30. “Hello” sputtered Aaron. A confused voice on the other end of the phone announced that that a bus would be at the front of the hotel in an hour to take them to the airport. There was a request to be on time and a click. Aaron replaced the phone and noticed on the tabletop escort istanbul the two used condoms and their wrappers. He smiled and chuckled to himself. “For this whole bloody trip I’ve been selling myself. Fuck, this was no different.” He twisted and planted his feet on the floor. He stretched. There was movement behind him. Turning to view the still sleeping Sandra, he mused to himself, “That wasn’t sex, old man, that was salesmanship. You wowed them in Toronto, you’ve obviously convinced this young lady, now there’s only one more sale to make.”

Smiling, he rose and walked to the bathroom. The light was still on. He dressed quickly and returned to the bedroom. Sandra was now awake. She was twisting and stretching. “Come on, get up, lazy bones. There’s a plane to London to catch. We have to be in the lobby by 3:30.” She reached up and pulled him down to her lips. He plucked at her nipples with one hand while the fingers of the other explored her bald cleft. He was surprised to find her pussy warm and wet. She jerked as his middle finger found her clit. Then he forcibly drew back. “No time, to start another painting now,” he laughed as he headed for the door.

“Bastard,” she yelled and threw a pillow at his retreating form.

Morning light woke Beth. It streamed through the window. Oh what a wonderful day she thought. Then thoughts of Aaron and where he was clouded her mind. The sharp ring of the bedside phone shocked her out of her funk. “Hello, Aaron?”

“No luv, its only me Charlotte. I take it, Aaron is not there yet…” Beth, while disappointed that it was not Aaron, was pleased to hear Charlotte’s voice. The two reviewed the plans for the Saturday Valentine’s Party. Charlotte informed her that while she was at work now, she was only going to stay for a couple of hours and then head directly to Lockwinnock. Beth said that she wanted to do some shopping. She wanted some lingerie. She was pleased when Charlotte recommended a little shop not far from Aaron’s apartment. The girls gabbed for nearly an hour.

After showering and dressing, the pangs of hunger forced Beth to think about breakfast. A quick trip to the kitchen convinced her that her cravings for food could not be met there. Grabbing her purse and coat she headed off to Lindy’s.

Lindy’s was a small local restaurant located about two blocks from the apartment. It featured a wide variety of home-cooked food and great coffee. It was a family owned business and always seemed to be open. Aaron and Beth ate there often.

She entered the restaurant. The warm blast of air and the friendly greeting did a lot to dispel the bite of the cold, damp wind and the gloom of the heavy black clouds overhead. “Good morning Miss Beth,” came the cheery, heavily accented greeting. “You like coffee this morning?”

“Yes, please, Ahmed,” replied Beth as she sat at a vacant table by the kitchen door. She ordered a three-cheese omelet and toast to fortify her for shopping.

Beth enjoyed shopping. It took her mind off the fact that Aaron was late in returning. She found the few extra things Charlotte had asked her to get for the party. She also found a red negligee with a matching robe. That was to be Aaron’s Valentine’s present. As she returned to the apartment in the late afternoon, snow began to fall. By the time, she was climbing the steps to the building it was apparent that Glasgow was to be hit by a full-blown blizzard. Entering Aaron’s apartment she was greeted by the flashing light of the answering machine.

During the flight to London Sandra and Aaron talked little, choosing mostly to stretch out in the reclined World Sleeper seats and catch up on their much missed slumber. When the plane prepared to land in London, Sandra began to stroke Aaron’s left hand while he held a magazine in the other and pretended to read.

In the terminal, everyone was quickly ushered through customs and into a special reception area. Passengers milled about waiting for instructions. Aaron felt Sandra’s presence at his side and his name being called. “Aaron McGregor, Mr. Aaron McGregor”

“Aye, here. I’m here.” A bubbly British Airways representative approached him.

“Oh thank heaven I found you,” she gushed. “Please come with me. We have a limo waiting. It will whisk you off to your connecting flight and you can be in Glasgow by 4:30. Hurry, please hurry!”

“But my bags…”

“They’re all taken care of, sir. Come, please.”

Aaron turned to follow the young woman. A pleading came from behind him. “Aaron, Aaron, wait just a moment.” He turned to see Sandra hunched over frantically writing on the back of what appeared to be a business card. He took a step towards her and she thrust it in his hand. “Aaron, if you are ever in London…” she reached up and touched his cheek.

He kissed her fingertips. “Take care luv…”

“Mr. McGregor. Come on, we have to catch your plane!”

The attendant’s call cut through the moment. Aaron started to pull away. His hand rose in a final goodbye and their eyes met. “You’re the best artist I know,” she said and returned the wave. Instinctively he shoved the card in his overcoat pocket just as the attendant grabbed his elbow and ushered him quickly to the door and the waiting limousine. The flight to Glasgow was uneventful until the final twenty minutes.

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I stand by myself in the store, looking at fun things to try on. Things that will stretch and conform to my body. Fuzzy and warm things – I can’t resist a good chenille sweater. I have an adoration for velvet in all its incarnations. And of course, because it is the season, I must find something red.

While I am trying to select a few things, I see a rather handsome young thing nearby. He looks over everything with interest, and I wonder why he is in the women’s department. Perhaps he is shopping for his mother or some other female person. I assume he isn’t shopping for a female companion because that would ruin my day. Or if he is with someone, he had better be in a polyamorous relationship, because I want to enjoy looking at him without feeling guilty.

Anyway, I have decided that today I will approach at least one person I don’t know and make a friend. I may or may not have made that decision just seconds ago when Mr. Hunky Perfect made all the blood rush to my nether regions. Quickly I stash any potentially unsexy clothing between the racks I’ve been perusing and move closer to the object of my attraction.

“Hi. You don’t know me, but I hope you’d like to.”

I wait nervously to see if he likes my cheesy, ridiculous pick-up line. He smiles, which is a good sign. He nods.

“Maybe.”

We make with the small-talk, and from this I learn that he is actually shopping for himself. A cross-dresser, perhaps?

“Oh, not at all,” he says. “But the cut for clothing is not always gendered. Sometimes things that fit guys end up in the women’s department, and sometimes stuff fit for women ends up in the guy’s. It is great, too, because I like colors and fabrics that they don’t use for men’s clothes.”

“Hmmm…and I like some things that are comfortable, which I only find in the men’s.” I smile up at him. “Well, that makes sense.”

Ah, blissful exchange of clothing love! I think we’ll get along fabulously. And I have decided that he thinks so too. And if he doesn’t, then at the very least I think we can get our pants together for a brief exchange before he really decides to end this fabulous beginning.

We end up talking awhile more before I get my bright idea.

“Do you want to have sex?”

His eyes open wide at the unexpected suggestion. Thankfully, he says yes. I am glad that I asked him; women being asked by men in public if they want to have sex is such a risky proposition. It is a very, very bad idea, and I would hate it if a man asked me, even if I were in the mood. This is because so many men come across as creepy (Even without meaning to), and so I have to think of fleeing rather than evaluating whether or not I want to have wild and happy sex with a stranger. And then there are the complaints when I say no.

Ahhh, but when a woman asks a man, it is a different proposition, and so I enjoy initiating this question with nice men. I think of it as a reward for their being awesome. I lead Mr. istanbul escort Awesome to the changing rooms to collect his gift. I explain to the woman that we are husband and wife, and I need to help him with a few things. She accepts this, though I am certain she has her misgivings. I don’t care, though, because I know for a fact that the men’s dressing room is almost never used, and so we will not risk being interrupted. Not if we don’t take too long, anyway.

I enter first, full of excitement. He seems to be a bit nervous, so I give him a good rubdown to help eradicate his concern. His eyes glaze over with desire, and so now I know it is the right time. I undo the fastenings on his pants to signal that he should get ready. As for me, I take off everything and put on the velvet shirt.

He puts his hands on my hips, enjoying the feel of them. I catch him a kiss, letting him explore my body with his hands. It is hard to keep from making happy little noises, but the threat of getting kicked out from the store is certainly enough to keep me quiet. He carries on the foreplay a little long for my taste, so I get closer to him. I rub my crotch against his cock, helping it to stiffen all the way. While he is busy playing with my breasts, an activity I don’t much care for but certainly don’t mind when it gets my intended fuck all hot and bothered, I slip my hand between us to clutch his balls. I grope them, squeezing and manipulating them with vigor. I draw his tongue into my mouth and suck on it as a promise of what another bodily organ can experience shortly.

He grasps my hips with purpose and tries to bend me over. I have another plan for this man, however. I pull away and put a finger to his lips as a signal to be quiet and do as I suggest. I lean close to his ear and whisper “deepthroat.” He nods enthusiastically at the idea. Surely he didn’t expect in his wildest dreams to be propositioned by a stranger not only for sex, but for deep-throating. I wanted it, however.

I whisper again. “Give me a minute to get used to you, then fuck me as hard as you can, until your cum is down my throat and you feel satisfied.” I squeeze his cock for emphasis, receiving another nod in response. Before doing anything else, I reach into the pocket of my pants and pull out a green, unflavored condom. (We are strangers, after all.) I kiss him and undulate against him as I roll it on, hoping to make the experience less sanitary so that he doesn’t mind having to wear it.

I lay down across the bench and reach into the pocket of my pants, which are now on the floor. He kneels over me with his bold erection, waiting expectantly. I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out just a little to entice him. My hips move up and down, and I feel blazingly hot in my velvet shirt. He finally takes the plunge, slipping his cock into my mouth. He seems nervous at first, probably hoping not to offend me. I grab his hips, however, and pull him forward. istanbul escort bayan He plunges deeper next time. I tug him forward again and again, until he finally buries all of his 8 inches into me. He stays that way for a moment, making me gag on it.

“Are you ready?” he asks in a quiet voice. Having no other way to answer, I get my hand in his line of vision and show him a ‘thumbs up.’ This man turns out to be more of a power horse than I had anticipated, and for a moment I question my rash decision to have him fuck something so near my delicate trachea. I soon enough get used to it, though, and enjoy the rough ride.

He slips his fingers below the shirt, feeling up my skin as he pounds against me. I want to gasp as he slides a hand along my thigh, bringing it slowly closer to my cunt. He doesn’t manage to find the magic spot where my clit is hiding, but his touches are wonderful anyway. My wetness has covered my labia, and also made its way down my ass, leaving me comfortably damp. Two fingers slip in me while his thumb rubs against my clit. His balls lay against my face as he rests his cock completely in my throat. The walls of my cunt tighten, my hips lifting off the bench as he draws me nearer to orgasm. I ride his hand while he whispers encouraging things to me.

“That’s it baby, suck it. Suck that cock and suck my fingers with your cunt.”

He curves his fingers to hit my g-spot, which drives me wild. I reach for his arm, just wanting to hold it while I experience this pleasure. He begins to make some minimal thrusts to my throat again, moving very slowly.

“Squeeze my arm when you’re about to cum,” he says. I like the forcefulness in his voice. I’ve been the bold one so far, and now here he is, fucking me mercilessly and telling me what to do. He has figured this all out pretty quickly, and I am quite pleased.

I enjoy his fingers awhile more before the rapidly approach of orgasm makes itself known. I squeeze his arm hard, straining not to make any noises. My toes curl with delight. I feel his cock moving again, thrusting much harder this time. Besieged by weird thoughts as I am so close to cumming, I fondle his balls again, enjoying their tightness. He wasn’t expecting this, and the touches throw off his plans. He shoves himself hard into my throat as the cum shoots into it. I continue to squeeze until he has nothing left to give.

Now that he is freed from bodily needs he withdraws from my mouth. I almost give in to my desire to moan. He saves me from this by plunking his balls into my mouth again – an impromptu gag. I grip his legs with my hands as he works me over now with both hands, making the smooth movements over my clit more accurate and wonderful. I can feel the shape of his fingers inside me as I reach my ecstacy, which are still curved in that delightful way. I suck mindlessly on his balls until the pleasure runs its course, at which point I lay back exhausted.

A escort istanbul few minutes later, we decide to buy everything we took back to try on, not knowing whether it fits. But that doesn’t matter. We thank the fitting room attendant for her understanding before heading to the cashier.

It has been a few weeks since I had my lovely encounter in the clothing store. Pickings of men have been rather slim this holiday season, and I find myself longing for another go while I put the finishing touches on my tree. All the gifts have been sent out. I attended a few parties with friends earlier in the week, and thankfully excused myself from any other events on the 24th and 25th. With the beautiful snow outside and my nice warm apartment all neatly decorated, smelling of spice and apples and tasty breads, I can think of nothing I’d rather do than spend the holidays right here.

Except, of course, to spend them with someone else. I sit on my couch with the velvet shirt I bought that day, and a pleated black mini-skirt. As I don’t have to be anywhere else and will most likely make the most of my fireplace and lonesome evening by masturbating, I hadn’t bother with underwear.

A knock on the door saves me from putting on ‘It’s a Wonderful Life.’ Mr. Hunky Wonderful himself is at the door, dressed in a skin-tight velvet Santa suit. I grin as he practices his hearty laughter.

“And what are you doing here?”

“We have a few friends in common, and I was talking to them about how I wanted to see more of you. So they told me to visit you here.”

I invite him in quite happily and gesture for him to sit. I make myself busy in the kitchen, pouring two glass flutes of mulled cider. I put these on a tray with some cookies and a bowl of a warm chocolate glaze to dip them in. Once these are all set, I bring them to a table near the chair.

“You know,” I begin, “It isn’t normally a good idea to just come to someone’s home like this without warning. But I really like you. You made me feel so good.”

He smiles. “You make me feel good too.” He pats his stomach, which is not at all ample like Santa’s should be, and speaks in a big, deep voice. “Now come here, little girl, and sit on Santa’s lap.”

When those lovely uncut 8 inches are revealed again, complete with a condom he must have put on just outside my door, I squeal with delight. My cunt wraps around his member with ease, as I had already been superbly horny before. We fuck joyously in as many positions as we can think of, desecrating many holiday traditions in the process, sometimes shouting out the lyrics to various carols when we feel caught in the mood. Our glorious sexings happen on and off for the remaining six hours of the night, interspersed with classic holiday films and the eating of high-energy cookies and other sugary foods.

After a good hot bath together, he falls asleep quickly in my bed. Once I am certain that he is asleep, I disappear into the kitchen. I quickly find some ribbon and a sprig of mistletoe. When I crawl back into bed, I delicately wrap the ribbon around his cock, tucking the mistletoe into the pretty bow. I settle down to sleep, pleased that he has no idea what a phenomenal ‘kiss’ he’ll receive in the morning.

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Epilogue

Reality 2.0

My cellphone was vibrating against the night table. My eyes shot wide open and I was torn out from this dream. Back into reality, the obnoxious sound of the phone was requiring attention and it couldn’t have been the alarm. As drunk as we were last night, I don’t think putting on alarm would have crossed our minds in the slightest.

The screen said Incoming Call: Home. Oh shit, was something wrong?

‘Hello?’

‘Daddy?’

‘…Spencer? Is everything okay?’

‘Oh yeah… Are you coming home?’

‘Yes. Soon, buddy. I…’

My voice trailed off when I felt my heart throbbing in my groin. I assumed it was typical morning wood, but the vivid memory of that crazy dream was still fresh. I looked down and you, my lovely wife, were sleeping next to me in bed. I was facing you, leaning on my right side. When my eyes finally got accustomed to the brightness, I saw the hotel room where we ended up last night, after we left the club. I felt like I saw it for the the first time, but it was most likely because I couldn’t remember it.

The room we had booked looked very nice. Lush, cozy, everything was of an immaculate white. A gorgeous sun was beaming in, as we had forgotten to shut the blinds last night, I assumed. The whole room was so bright and blinding, but you my love, stood out against the scenery: you wore a snug and tiny black camisole with spaghetti straps. Further down, you had… no panties. Oh dear! I thought. I was seeing all that because we slept out of the covers. Your creamy, juicy thighs were inciting me to crawl up my hands on them and towards your naked butt that glowed in the morning sun.

Then my gaze fell upon the copious amount of cleavage that I had on display. The way you were leaning on the side, with your arms brought forward, made the flesh of your breasts swell and spill out of your top. And to make things worse, your chest was right on level with my groin, where my stiff cock throbbed and bounced threateningly against your cleavage.

Then, everything came back to me: that dream with my secretary, my orgasm in the kitchen, the spa, Carmin, the nightclub, and that other dream, so vivid, revealing. And now you, this offering of flesh, your golden skin smelling like istanbul escort sweet plum, your delicate and loving touch. How could I end up yet again in this state of pure arousal after all this? Yet, I couldn’t show signs of fatigue. I felt like the Energizer rabbit: I felt like I could go again, and again. As truthful as this dream may have seem, I didn’t feel like I learned anything from the introspection it allowed me to take. I was waking up hard and so horny, unable to take resolutions and start fresh at the dawn of this new day.

I held the phone and I could barely speak. I was hypnotized, paralyzed by the view I was graced with. My shaft bounced softly against the swell of your boobs, waking you up slowly. This phone call was requiring all of what I had left of sanity, in the wake of this lazy and cuddly Sunday morning with my hot wife. I had to say something…

‘Dad?’ said Spencer on the phone.

‘Yeah, bud?’ I whispered.

‘Are you there?’

‘Yes… Yeah, we’re coming home soon, Spencer. You guys knew we’d be away for a short night. Tell your brothers not to worry. Is the baby sitter nice with you?’

‘Yes. She made us chocolate chip pancakes.’

I laughed softly, which worked up my abdominal muscles, making you twitch and breathe in deeply, waking you up as well.

‘Pancakes. Awesome. Ok, gotta go, Spencer, I don’t want to wake up mommy. I’ll see you guys soon.’

‘Ok, love you, dad.’

‘Love you too, bud.’

I hung up, looked down at you and I hoped you weren’t fully awake. I felt my eyes were hot and watery. I was so happy: a perfect morning with the love of my life, and such lovely children, expectant for us at our house. I had to… I had to immortalize this.

Oh my God! Perversion crossed my mind again, and… I couldn’t go back. The taboo, the unknown only pushed me further… I took the phone, and tapped the camera button. And I hit record… I was now looking at you through a screen, capturing the moment. The framed image showed you, moving about in bed, still cuddled against me. I zoomed in on the swell of your breasts, next to my throbbing erection. This was magic, pure gold. A silent footage of your awakening to my searing desire for you. Then you breathed in some istanbul escort bayan more, and opened your eyes, freezing on the spot at the sight of my turgescent member, inches from your face.

‘Good morning.’ I said, smiling with a million teeth.

You unglued your eyes from my cock, and groggily, lifted your head to look at me with squinted and puffy eyes. Seemingly aware of the powerful image you were emanating, you smiled timidly at me; you stayed in character and accepted being behind a lens, posing for a camera. Reflexively, you adjusted your position a little, and moved the hair out of your face.

‘Wakey, wakey.’ You said. ‘Did you sleep well?’

‘Like a log. Though I’m sure you can tell when you see all that wood, right?’

At that, I shimmied my hips slightly, poking you with my cock in the process. You laughed weakly, still too tired to object to this bad pun.

You started caressing my thighs, sending more electric jolts up my groin. You eventually found the way to my cock and…mmmm, just started caressing it softly, while still looking at my camera.

‘I’m filming, you know?’

‘What? You’re filming?’ you retorted, tensing up.

‘Yeah, baby. I just love the scenery by this silent Sunday morning with the love of my life. Ahah! I thought I’d take home some memories from our second little honeymoon and keep it on tape, just like that, so we can cherish it later together.’

‘Ahah, right, for reference? You’re impossible, really.’ You laughed, shaking your head. ‘What is it with you and always wanting to put me in a picture frame?’

You maintained eye contact as you kept stroking my length, testing me. Your acting was convincing.

‘Well, we managed to get a few shots in the past, either done from us or through a professional. And, honey, you look… so fucking hot in those pictures, amazingly sexy, it’s unreal. You’re a natural at it. So I can’t imagine how it’s going to look like in moving picture… I’ll be floored, I’m sure.’

You smiled, taking in these last words. You rubbed me slowly, now pressing my helmet against your chest… right at the brim of the swell of your breasts… My mouth gaped open.

‘Plus… that kind of stuff keeps me company on these escort istanbul cold and lonely nights.’

‘Mmmmh. Should I wonder what goes through your mind when you’re by yourself?’ you said. ‘When you look at those sexy pictures of me?’

‘That’s… dangerous territory. In other words… Mmmmmh, don’t go there. Fuck, baby, that feels so good.’

Shifting position a little bit again, you looked down at my cock. A dirty thought seemed to have crossed your mind: all of a sudden, you crawled up a bit towards me. You took the bottom hem of your top and stretched it over my cock in order to trap it between your breasts. After some adjusting, it found its way out and made my wet helmet peek out the top of your cleavage. It was now so snug and held tight from all the weight, it was taking a purple hue, and I could feel my heart beat in it.

Holy shit! That was a lot to handle all at once. I didn’t dare move, speak or breathe: I was afraid to cum already. It was quite rare that you were treating me to this, but I was more than delighted to feel this anew.

You looked up at me again and grinned devilishly.

‘Hope you’re getting this, mister Cameraman… Mmmmmh, how would you like to fuck my tits?’

These words resonated in me and I suddenly rewinded to the scene with those same words in that dream I just had. I could have said this is a wish come true, but I thought this dream was brought to me to make me reflect on how obscene and inappropriate my fantasies and sexual acts may seem. The introspection, the inner vision, all vanished, poof! It was always losing all its sense as soon as I spiraled down into my attraction for you, my longing for you. Your person, your body, your soul made me crazy, made me lose all reason. The duality within me, the balance between my libido and my common sense, kept boiling in me and making sure this inner struggle was an everyday cycle I had to go through. It was the reason why I got up in the morning.

I looked down at your bubbly smile, your big brown eyes… I looked at the entirety of your curves, joining each other ever so smoothly, shaping up this exquisite figure of a woman that was you, Jessica, my life, my everything… Completing the picture, I looked at how you squirmed about in bed, heaving your chest up and down and making sure my cock was getting some friction from your breasts, making sloppy and squelching sounds from all the pre-cum I was impossibly leaking.

I was getting this fantastic massage from your breasts and I wondered… How could I resist?

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