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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter One

The Borough of Queens, City of New York

Spring, Present Day

Cherry blossoms fluttered to the ground as a procession of delivery trucks rumbled by, some stopping to make deliveries at the small mom and pop grocery stores and vegetable stands that dotted the busy thoroughfare. The annual explosion of pink and white was welcomed with a just completed neighborhood festival as the residents celebrated the coming of spring after a long and bitterly cold New York City winter. The remnants of the weeks ago snowfall lay on the grassy boulevard adjoining the street, its original pure white color now a dirty grey. Couples walking leashed dogs and children on their way to school passed one another on the sidewalks as shop owners rolled up metal doors, welcoming the start of another day.

Early morning sunlight filtered in through thin vertical blinds as a slightly built Japanese woman wearing a traditional silk kimono strained piping hot water through fragrant tea leaves. She sat with her legs neatly tucked underneath her at a low-rise sandalwood table. Keiko called to her aging mother to join her in their first tea service of the day. As they sat there sipping the traditional drink of their ancestors, the discussion took place in hushed tones due to the recent passing of Keiko’s father and Mariko’s husband of forty-five years, Koji Muramoto. Koji had been a pillar of the local Japanese-American community, and his presence was already sorely missed. The two women grieved openly as they discussed the passing of the family’s patriarch and the handling of his legacy.

The most pressing matter was Koji’s duties at the Japanese-American Community Center. Every Friday he managed the food service for the elderly members of their tightly-knit group, starting early in the morning to shop at the local grocery stores and then spending the remainder of the morning preparing and serving lunch in the expansive common room that served as a dining room on Fridays. Mariko had always accompanied her husband, but the seventy-year old woman had never managed the food service by herself. The Friday tradition was suspended when Koji became ill, and this upcoming Friday would be the first lunch served in twenty-seven years where Koji was not managing the process.

Koji’s passing had been a long and tortuous process. The advance of his pancreatic cancer took over a year and a half to claim the stout first generation Japanese-American, whose parents immigrated to the United States shortly after World War II. Mariko entrusted the management of the finances of the household to her daughter, as her husband’s prolonged illness made a significant dent in the family savings and the family’s remaining money had to be stingily managed. Despite Keiko’s financial acumen, it was a struggle to pay the medical bills that were still coming in while attending to the rent and other expenses of day-to-day living.

Both women knelt quietly at the table, completing the tea ritual as if it were a long familiar folk dance. The fragrance of the tea, and the solemnity of the ancient ritual, dispelled the anxiety of the moment as both women pondered their uncertain futures.

* * *

Dax Hanlon started his morning as he always did, sitting at a small square table covered with a white tablecloth, the table flush against an expansive picture window overlooking the East River. The apartment building that included his penthouse apartment was one of his first acquisitions in his burgeoning collection of New York real estate. His full-time housekeeper and chef, Madeline, at precisely 7:30 a.m., placed a gleaming white ceramic bowl holding half a grapefruit and a small square plate holding two soft scrambled eggs and a slightly burned piece of toast in front of him. He nodded in silent approval, noting that the toast had just the right amount of char on it. The redheaded chef returned moments later with a small clay pot of orange marmalade, a cup of hot Kona coffee and a neatly folded Wall Street Journal.

The young real estate scion glanced at the headlines, then set about eating his breakfast. As he scraped the last of the eggs off his plate he looked out his window to the East River and beyond, watching a jet make its final approach to LaGuardia. Life had been good for Dax Hanlon. Even though he suffered mightily during the divorce from his second wife, his life had now resumed some sense of normalcy, and the daily mardin escort routine he observed helped him reach what he thought was his emotional center.

He tossed his cloth napkin on his plate and went to his closet to finish dressing for a long day at the office. He stood in front of the floor to ceiling mirror in his walk-in closet and adjusted the knot on his Hermes tie and then drew the sleeve of his custom-tailored suit coat up his left arm and then his right, shrugging his shoulders to straighten the jacket. He adjusted his collar and pushed back a lock of his ebony hair off his forehead. Satisfied, he walked briskly to the front door and bid goodbye to his housekeeper.

A pristine black Bentley sat idling near the curb as Dax exited his apartment building. The back door was held open for him by his driver, and as expected his assistant Melanie, a tall, leggy brunette, was sitting on the far side of the spacious leather bench seat. As he slid into his usual spot on the bench seat, he couldn’t help but notice that she had either absentmindedly (or purposefully) left one extra button open, allowing him the privilege of seeing her magnificent cleavage. As his driver (and right-hand man) Mason shut the rear passenger door with a reassuring thud Dax thought it ironic that he finally had the wherewithal to afford a $350,000 car, yet he had never driven it himself. Mason was a high school classmate and had been with Dax for the past twenty years. If there was a job that needed to be done, Mason was his man.

Dax had hired Melanie five years ago as an unpaid intern. As she proved to be indispensable, her job duties morphed into serving as his personal assistant. Melanie probably knew Dax better than he knew himself. She knew she was eye candy, and had purposefully left the extra button open. As expected, Dax treated himself to the view when he entered the vehicle, seeing the snow-white skin that formed the deep valley between two perfectly formed breasts. But for Dax it was all business now.

A smile curled up on Melanie’s full lips as she recalled that clumsy (and awkward) night two years ago when they had worked together to close a deal with a local investor who had cobbled together a small portfolio of apartment buildings in Queens. Their trip to Miami to meet with the retired investor, a rotund Japanese man in his eighties, had been successful, and after the papers were signed the pair ended up in the hotel bar until last call at two a.m. Dax had just separated from his second wife, and even though they were more than ten years apart, and against their better judgment, they ended up in her room.

Dax swore it was the only time he had ever found himself impotent, despite Mel’s heroic efforts. For Dax, that was the last time they would be lovers. Mel’s intentions weren’t as clear. Although Dax assumed their relationship was now plutonic, Mel never discounted the possibility that there could be more between the two of them. She was a strong woman, but no less susceptible to his imposing physical stature and boyish good looks. She didn’t press the matter, but took every opportunity to remind Dax that she was a young, desirable and available woman.

As they went down Park Avenue toward Dax’s office building, Mel briefed him on the meetings she had scheduled that day. Of note, the afternoon meeting featured a prominent real estate investment trust that had taken an interest in an apartment building in Queens that was purchased from the Miami-based Japanese investor. Dax was interested in liquidating that entire portfolio of apartment buildings so he could redeploy his capital to an office building in Manhattan that had recently been placed on the market – a building adjacent to one that Dax already owned. Dax had done business with this REIT before, and knew that the principals were sharp, but also acutely time sensitive. One of the men had gone to Harvard Law School with his father, so there was a certain affinity between the two of them.

“So Mel, before I step into the conference room, what do they want?” Dax always looked for an edge in his business deals and had tasked Mel with shaking down her sources for the word on the street.

“I heard that they’re interested in developing strip centers in the boroughs, and they’ve made discreet inquiries regarding rezoning the land under that fourplex in Queens.” Mel was confident in her information. One of her sources was a clerk in the planning department, and she was always a reliable source for gossip. Dax’s ears perked up at the word rezoning. If that land could be rezoned to commercial, it could easily double, if not triple in value.

“And don’t forget, Owen’s wife’s name is Dottie,” Mel added.

“Nice job Mel.” Dax was already thinking about how much of a profit he’d make off his investment. He liked having the upper hand in business discussions, and it was clear he had something that they wanted. Brimming with confidence, Dax opened the glass door marmaris escort to the main conference room, admiring the view from the conference room’s floor to ceiling windows and then noting that the two men he expected had also brought an associate, a stunning blonde in a designer jacket and skirt and black pumps with four-inch stiletto heels that accentuated her long legs. Dax couldn’t help but stare at her as she rose from her chair at the conference table.

“So Dax,” said the man Dax knew to be Owen Harrison, his father’s roommate in law school. “It’s good to see you again. You look well.”

“I’d say the same about you. You haven’t aged a day in the last ten years. And how is Dottie?” Dax asked, showing Owen the necessary respect that he remembered the name of Owen’s wife.

Dax suddenly remembered Dottie was the woman who seated herself next to him at a dinner in the Hamptons. He remembered seeing Dottie put her hand under the tablecloth and onto his thigh. Her fingers pressed against the inside of his thigh, all the while Owen and Dax were discussing the latest loss by the Knicks. She touched the bulge in his pants before he was able to push her hand away.

“She’s great. She loves working on her garden,” answered the older, greying man.

Dax suppressed a smile. It was doubtful Dottie ever got her hands dirty on their ten-acre estate in the Hamptons. The only thing that Dottie seemed set on was getting her hand on his cock.

The blonde confidently stepped forward for her introduction.

“Dax, allow me to introduce you to our new associate, Stella Parsons,” said Owen. Stella offered her hand. As Dax and Stella shared a polite handshake, Owen continued. “Stella was with Tauckman for five years and just joined us a few months ago as a senior analyst.” Dax knew that Tauckman was reputed to be one of the sharpest developers of suburban strip malls. Mel’s intel was spot on.

Dax went over to the credenza to pour himself a cup of coffee. The others already had coffee in front of them. “So what brings you here today?” asked Dax, already knowing the answer.

Stella answered. “Well, Mr. Hanlon …”

“Dax.”

“Well, Dax, we’re interested in your four-plex in Queens. We have a strategy to rezone that property to commercial and develop a strip mall on that site. The problem is there’s a short window of time to get this done before the sympathetic members of the planning commission turn over. The new appointees are scheduled to assume their posts in about six months.”

Dax paused as if he was thinking about what she said. Before entering the meeting he had already decided on what he would ask. Given their eagerness to conclude a deal, he added $250,000 to his mental asking price and told them. The three of them seemed nonplussed by the number, which made Dax feel as if he was still underpricing the property.

Stella looked to the two principals and Dax saw a subtle nod from Owen. They too had agreed on an acceptable price before the meeting and it was clear that Dax’s number was within the range they had agreed upon. Dax was excited at the prospect of concluding this deal quickly, and at a substantial profit.

Stella continued. “I believe that your price is acceptable. But there is one caveat. We need you to sell us the building free and clear of the existing leases. Our bank won’t give us the necessary financing unless we have clean title. As an incentive, we’re prepared to increase our offer by $500,000 if you can buy back all four leases in the next sixty days. We’re prepared to close within ninety days, subject of course to the usual inspections.”

Dax couldn’t believe his good fortune. Not only would he realize a handsome return on his investment, he would earn an extra half million for something that was routine for him. Without even looking at the leases, he was confident he could buy out his existing tenants for less than $200,000. That would leave him with an additional $300,000 in profit.

“Agreed,” said Dax, shaking Stella’s hand. “I’ll have my attorneys start drawing up the papers for a close in ninety days.” He also made a mental note to ask Stella out for drinks.

Dax stepped outside the conference room and had another assistant summon Mel. The tall brunette appeared moments later. Dax gave her a knowing smile. She nodded, understanding that the deal was done. They walked into the conference room.

“This is my assistant Melanie Robertson. Mel, you remember Owen and Hank. And this is their new associate, Stella Parsons.” There were handshakes all around as Dax continued to talk. “Mel will interface with our lawyers and your team to make sure all of the documents that you require on the fourplex will be provided as soon as possible. Mel, we’re looking at a close in ninety days. I’ve agreed to take the laboring oar on buying out the existing tenants.”

Mel nodded her approval, and also noted that Stella was now likely on Dax’s radar nevşehir escort screen. Another ship passing in the night she thought. She chided herself for her jealous reaction, reminding herself that she had no claim on her boss. Mel recalled, with a bad taste in her mouth, her long-term affair with Owen’s partner Hank Rossetti. It gave her chills, and not in a good way, when she shook Hank’s hand. He was twenty years her senior, but still an attractive man … and married. Mel still remembered every detail of the night she was expecting for him to tell her that he was leaving his wife to marry her, and instead told her he was breaking it off. After he told her, she allowed herself a small measure of satisfaction when she slapped his face with enough force to pop out one of his contact lenses (it ended up in pieces under Mel’s expensive high heels though she claimed she couldn’t find it). That happened five years ago when she was in her early 20’s. Her years with Dax showed her the ropes in a man’s world. Something like Hank would never happen again.

Since the meeting was completed, the REIT team gathered up their reams of paper and looked to Mel for further instruction. Mel’s eyes bored into Hank’s, and Hank blinked, lowering his head. Dax knew what happened between Mel and Hank and watched with amusement at the silent pissing match between the two former lovers. Mel returned after escorting the visitors to the lobby and saw a smirk on her boss’s face.

“Fuck you Dax.”

“What?”

“I saw you watching Hank and me.”

“I was entertained. That’s all.”

“Hence the ‘fuck you’.”

“I get it.” Dax was feeling so good he was going to let Mel have her fun. “Let’s figure out a game plan to wrap this deal up. Get Alan on the lessees. Tell him that he’s authorized to offer up to $25,000 to each of the tenants. If any of them say no, I want to handle the negotiations.”

“Understood.” Mel expected Dax’s orders and had already sent Alan an e-mail asking him to be in her office in an hour. Then she waited for it.

“And get in touch with Stella. I’d like to meet her for drinks tomorrow night after work to discuss the details of the deal.”

“Yes sir,” said Mel, giving him a mocking salute. She knew the only detail they’d discuss was whether they’d go to his place or hers. She started to seethe at his superficiality and questioned why she even cared. “I don’t want to be his fucking pimp,” she fumed inside.

* * *

The following evening Dax was sitting in his favorite bar in the East Village, nursing a 16-year-old Scotch, when Stella came through the front door, looking every bit the fashion model in a slinky low-cut black dress and matching heels. Dax straightened his tie and tugged on his shirt cuffs as he witnessed her entrance. Even though the bar was Dax’s home field, her breathtaking dress turned the tables as she sidled up to him at the bar.

Dax lowered his hulking athletic frame off of his barstool and extended his hand to her, clasping her slender hand between his muscular ones.

“Shall we get a table?” Dax asked as he pulled her closer to him. Her perfume wafted past his nose.

She stiffened her body and gave Dax a look of disapproval. “Mel told me to meet you here. I’ve got to meet my boyfriend for dinner in about thirty minutes,” she said in a ‘don’t fuck with me’ tone. “So what are the details you’d like to discuss?”

“I thought maybe you wore that dress for me.” Dax was clueless. Stella was furious.

“No. Don’t flatter yourself. I’m here to iron out the details of the deal we discussed and nothing more.” She was royally pissed, and was regretting being the one to recommend the deal to Owen and Hank.

Dax wasn’t used to the cold shoulder from a beautiful woman, and struggled to find his footing. He mistook arrogance for the quiet confidence he was trying to project. “Part of the deal is making sure I’m happy.”

She put her hands on her hips so that there was no mistaking her message. “You should be happy since we offered you much more than you were asking.”

She desperately wanted to say, “You arrogant prick. I wouldn’t go home with you if you were the last man on Earth.” Apparently her body language delivered the intended message.

He raised both of his hands in mock surrender. “No harm in asking. You’re a very beautiful woman.”

Stella backed away from him. “I’ve got to go. If you want to discuss anything more, have Melanie make an appointment with my assistant to call me in my office.” She walked out of the bar, letting the door slam behind her. The bartender, an old friend of Dax’s, shrugged his shoulders at Dax as he witnessed her hasty departure.

* * *

The following day Dax was in a foul mood. When Dax was in a foul mood, everyone in the office suffered. Mel knew that meant the meeting with Stella didn’t go as Dax had expected and in a pique of anger at his adolescent behavior, decided to have a little fun at his expense.

“So how did it go last night?” she asked, saccharin sweet.

Dax was in no mood to play her game. “You know how it went,” he growled.

“You play with matches, you’re going to get burned,” she said, in an ‘I told you so’ tone of voice.

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Everything hurts. My feet, my legs, my arms, my cheeks. Just everything. I am stiff as a board. How long have I been standing here? No idea, no idea of time. A few hours I think, it must be. I have to pee like mad. Is it still not time for a break? I can’t even wiggle my legs to help me hold up my pee. Voices, I can’t hear what they say. Too muffled. There are changes in the air flow, people walk by me. Footsteps stop. They must love the view. At least I hope they do. A girl giggles, did someone say something to her? Is she laughing about me? Bite down a little harder. Don’t lose concentration. I can do this.

A month or so ago a friend contacted me on behalf of an artist friend of hers who was looking for female nude models. My friend said she couldn’t do it herself, as she has no nipple piercings, and this performance called for a model with just that. Affinity with BDSM was another requirement. It was a one day gig at a body art festival and conference. As I had the day available I made an appointment with the artist to learn more.

The artist explained to me the basic concept of this art performance. “People tend to hang on to things, even when it hurts, because they are so afraid of the pain of letting go. This is a form of self torture, inflicted by the person on him or herself. The current state often has to become unbearable before a person finally decides to leave the situation, to go through the inevitable pain of the change, and move on to what is hopefully a better future.”

The artist explained, “the installation is simple, but in the process your endurance is tested. To do well, you must be able to endure pain. The installation is art, but the performance is very real. It will induce pain in you. The audience will be able to see your pain, and smell your sweat as you fight the discomfort, to be able to continue the performance. Of course if it is too much for you, you can always bail out. You are however encouraged to continue the performance through the day.”

Careful now, don’t fall again. I have to move, my muscles stiffen up and lose strength. My legs shake, they feel like jelly, almost making me fall. OK, arms. Pull. I can do this. If I pull myself up, I can release my legs one by one, maybe shake some life back into them. I can do this. Pull, pull. It hurts, my arms hurt. I can do this. Pull. Ow, the pain, it’s too much. I can’t lift myself. A waft of cool air touches my belly. Why do I shiver? It’s not that cold. My bladder is full, I need to pee. I didn’t drink that much, did I?

“What is the performance, exactly?”

“Sorry, I can’t tell too much about it yet. It is at a fetish fair, so eroticism is part of it. You will be naked except for six inch heels and a blindfold, and bound to restrict your movement. You will be fitted with a self torture type of device, the centrepiece of the performance. Naked, in a vulnerable position, you’re in the end doing it to yourself, like so many people in a bad job, a bad relationship or otherwise bad situation, they feel vulnerable and unable to get out of it fearing the pain of breaking out of it. You have nipple piercings, right?”

“Yes, I do. Little rings.”

“Perfect. Those are key to the contraption. You will go through a physical exam, to make sure you and your piercings are in good health for this performance.”

The artist continued with a range of questions for me, including making sure my husband knew I was doing this and was OK it. I also received a ticket for him, to come and see me perform on the day. Part of the reward for the day included an overnight stay for my husband and me in a pretty nice hotel near to the performance venue.

Try something else. How about if I push my foot onto the toe… then I can wiggle maybe… careful now, almost lost my balance. That’s bad. Can’t have that happen again, hurts my arms way too much. Bite down. Don’t let go. Maybe I can wiggle my knees a bit, that should be safe. I can do this. Oh, I’m drooling again. It runs down my chin, it’ll drop on my chest soon. There’s got to be a whole river between my boobs. What a sight I must be. All my naughty bits fully exposed, a very simple, obvious and effective restraint, a river of half dried spit running down my chest. Ow, my nipples. Note to self, don’t move head up. Gotta remember that.

The weeks before the exhibition I was very excited, and also a bit afraid as the artist had not told me many details of the day. My husband was also obviously looking forward to visit the fair and see his lover on public display, it’s been a while since I’ve seen him that horny. I mean, of course it was for looking at me, not for the chance to check out the other scantily clad girls at the conference. That was at least what he told me, and I take his word for it. Even though I am quite sure he was secretly mostly interested in ogling the other girls. After all, me he can see every day already.

The chain of the mouth piece rubs over my chest as I wiggle. Hold on to that rod in my mouth, ignore the pain it causes. diyarbakır escort I can do this. Not going to drop it, that’s just way too painful. That demo of the artist was painful enough, and that was from well below my nipples. From my mouth it’s at least four times that, so the pain will be four times that. Or was that sixteen times even? I forgot my physics. Double the distance dropped was that double or quadruple the energy? No, not interested in trying that one out. One way it just hurts even more than the other. Either way it hurts too much. More than I can handle. Just hold on. I can do this. Gotta be break time soon.

On the event day I had to arrive a few hours before opening. A beautician took care of me, not just my face but my whole body got a once over. Of course she did make me look my best, and I really liked the result. I looked like a decade younger again, even though she could of course not do anything about the sag of my breasts. That is just nature, and I’m not 20 any more.

The exhibition would last for about six hours, and I would have two breaks in between. An hour before the start of the event I was taken to the booth, where the last details were taken care of. It was only now that I learned the full details of the installation that I was going to be part of. It was simple yet very efficient.

On the stage I put on those massive heels, which are pretty hard to balance on. My legs were spread a bit and a bar attached to my ankles with short chains, severely limiting my leg movement and ensuring a good view of my pussy. Next, I had to raise my arms above my head, where my wrists were tied together and attached to a rope that went all the way up to the ceiling. This rope prevented me from putting down my arms, but if I were to trip, I would be hanging off it.

A thin metal chain was attached to my nipple rings, with a larger object halfway. As it hung down I could very well feel its weight pulling down my nipples. I am quite used to feeling such weight, my husband loves to let little weights swing from my piercings. My nipples are very sensitive and I am easily stimulated that way, which is one of the reasons I got those nipple rings to begin with.

Fully exposed, the heels forced me to hold back my butt and push my chest forward, having my arms pulled over my head lifted my breasts a bit. I knew I looked hot, and I knew I’d get lots of attention just for this pose. I was getting a little excited, and could easily feel the slight wetness of my exposed pussy. I was in for an interesting day, that was sure.

Can I now have my break, pretty please? I can’t keep this up forever. I constantly hear voices, close to me, probably commenting on me. Do they like what they see? Do they like my body? Drooling over sexy me as I’m drooling on myself? I don’t want to let the artist down, I want to continue the performance. I can do this. But it hurts. Everything hurts. My next break should be really soon now, it must have been a few hours since my first break. I can do this. I want to get off the stage, get out of those heels, stretch my muscles, and most of all have a pee. My bladder hurts. I have to squeeze harder, can’t let go here, too embarrassing. My legs hurt, I can’t control the shudder. They’re painful, painful jelly. No, I can do this. My lunch break and relief must be due soon. Oh yes, I’m hungry as well. Doesn’t matter. I can do this. Just stop thinking about it.

The artist held up the weight a bit and explained, “this is the thing you are to hang on to, with your mouth. As I explained, you will be hanging on to it even though it hurts, as if you let go, it drops down pulling your nipples hard,” then dropped the weight without warning.

I gasped as the little weight jerked down my breasts, stretching my nipples a bit, and sending a wave of pain through my body, soon followed by a wave of excitement. The shock caused my muscles to contract and I almost lost my balance. I felt my pussy react instantly to the stimulation.

“Ow, I really felt that,” I said after a while, smiling.

“You can imagine how that feels if it falls down all the way from your mouth.”

The working of the contraption quickly dawned on me. Simple and devious, I was to hold this weight in my mouth at all times. Dropping it would be very painful on my nipples, but without dropping it I would not be able to say anything, including my safe word. I was to stand there, in a not all too comfortable position, exposed to the world, and the only way to get out of it was to go through a lot of pain. Pain that would of course not last all too long, yet a prospect that’s painful enough to make me not wanting to change the status quo. Plus of course my moral commitment to the artist to do this performance today.

How many people have seen me by now? They must see me suffer, what will they be thinking? Do they see me as a piece of performance art, or just as a hot naked chick? Do they see why I am holding on to that thing in my mouth? Or do they just edirne escort look at my tits and ass? The drool on my chest? Nothing to be ashamed of there, I’m in good shape, always been, always been pretty happy with my body. I can do this. The drool is not nice. But it’s not why I’m standing here, of course. Does the audience understand the art? Do they know why I have a hard time keeping my legs straight? Do they just look at my tits? I can do this. Just breath. A few puffs maybe, get some air in. Careful now, don’t let it drop. Oh, great, more saliva coming out. I just can’t swallow properly with that thing in my mouth.

The artist held the mouth piece in front of my mouth. “Please open your mouth and chow down as I’ll let it fall in five … four … three …”

I quickly opened my mouth and grabbed the mouthpiece with my teeth. It was fairly small and not uncomfortable to hold. A blindfold completed the setup, covering not only my eyes but also my ears so I could not hear well what was being said around me, unless the speaker was rather close to me.

After that it was silent for a long time. I occasionally heard voices, the rattle of a cart rolling by, and the thump of other booths being set up. These sounds quickly disappeared as the public opening was due soon.

The blob of saliva drops off my chin, onto my chest. There it goes, the cold liquid runs down between my boobs towards my belly. It doesn’t seem to reach my legs. Maybe it’s just getting stuck in my pussy hair. It was looking so nicely trimmed this morning, I wonder how it looks now. Soaked in spit? Anyhow, it must be quite a sight for the visitors. It’s probably the part of me they’re most interested in anyway, art or not.

The whole position I was put in was not uncomfortable. It did not give me much mobility, and definitely put me on display. Legs slightly wide, chest thrust forward to balance myself on those heels, arms raised. I knew I looked pretty hot that way.

It did not take long for the first blobs of saliva to leave my mouth. Having the thing in my mouth activated my saliva production, and due to my position I could not swallow properly. The chain was too short for me to tilt my head up without pulling my breasts up by the nipple piercings, and that was seriously uncomfortable to do.

I could hear the distant rumble of voices, many voices, slowly becoming stronger. The fair had opened to the public. Many people, men and women alike, would be checking me out, likely without caring much about the artist’s intentions of setting me up like this. At the same time the blindfold prevented me from seeing anything. My husband would come as well, but when? I had no idea.

What will the visitors think of the smell I put out? Sweat, excitement, saliva. That should be about it. My stomach rumbles, oh yes I’m hungry. It must be several hours since the first break, and I was promised a second one. Will I make it? I can do this. Can I hold my pee long enough? I can do this. I have to. I promised the artist I would do this performance. I can do this. Just stop thinking about it.

Many people were expected to visit this fair. Many people that came to see me naked, vulnerable, with my nipples very obvious tied together. I started to like the idea, that all those anonymous people would be looking at a sexy me. I hoped I would at least stir them up a little. Make some men hard, some women wet. That is the ultimate goal of a fetish fair after all, to arouse and be aroused. I thought of my ultimate reward, tonight in the hotel. I started to feel aroused as well, a little tingling in my pussy. I was more than ready for the performance.

Concentrate, lock out all the thoughts. Don’t think, concentrate on my breathing. Ignore all the sounds around me. I can do this. I have to continue, my pride is on the line, as are my nipples. Of course I can bail out, I can open my mouth, endure the pain and tell the artist I’m bailing. But I won’t. I’ll just squeeze my bladder and wait for the break. It can’t be long. I can do this. I just have to zone out, ignore everything. Breath in … breath out … breath in … breath out …

Maybe an hour into the exhibition disaster struck. I had been quite comfortable so far, feeling a little stiff from the standing but otherwise pretty much OK. Lots of people visited the booth, I heard lots of different voices. Some wanted to talk to the artist about the work, others just had a look at me. Suddenly though I felt an irritation in my nose. Some dust made its way in maybe, it is hard to say what really happened, but it was inevitable. A sneeze was building up. I did what I could to suppress it, as I was in no position to sneeze properly, but of course that is impossible.

So I sneezed.

Not a big one, it was highly suppressed, but it was a sneeze. Now try to sneeze with your arms held up in the air, legs forcibly spread, all the while balancing on some mega heels and holding something with your teeth. The wave that went through my body made elazığ escort me lose my balance, and there I was, hanging by my arms, trying to find secure footing, all the while desperately holding on to this mouth piece with my teeth.

Hanging from my stretched-out arms I tried to regain my footing. I was all sweaty and panting from the shock and the pain, groaning loudly, the only sound I could make without dropping the mouth piece.

After I was wiggling and struggling for a while I felt a pair of hands grabbing my waist, stabilising me. This allowed me to firmly plant my feet down on the podium, and a bit of wiggling with my feet later I was standing again. The hands lingered for a moment, then slowly loosened their grip and disappeared again. Was it the artist? A random passer-by? It is impossible to tell who helped me back up. I was just thankful that they did. I was panting, I felt the sweat running down my back. It was not particularly warm in the exhibition hall, so now the shock was gone the lingering sweat started to cool me down quickly. I shivered.

Huh… what’s that touch? Is that the artist? Coming to help me down to take a break? No, just some stronger wind. How long have I been standing now? I don’t know. I do know that I’m awake again. All my physical discomforts are back, with a vengeance. I really need to pee now. Still no break. How long do I still have to wait? Oh that trance was so comfortable, I really was out for a while. No idea how long, I have lost all sense of time. The pain of my full bladder is spreading through my legs to my tortured feet. Standing on high heels for several hours straight is so painful. Should I just lift my feet? Hang on that rope? From my arms? That could give some relief. All I have to do is slowly relax my legs, let my arms take the strain. Slowly. I can do this. This shouldn’t hurt too much.

Following the sneeze I managed to just stand, and relax. My feet were quite OK, those heels were pretty comfortable, as far as high heels go. The sweat evaporated, and with it the chill disappeared.

After what felt like another hour, a wholly uneventful hour, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I heard the voice of the artist next to me.

“It is time for your break. I’m going to release your feet, then your hands. Do hold on to the weight in your mouth as I do this, and guide you backstage.”

Unable to actually answer I just nodded slightly. I felt a touch on one ankle, then the other, as the spreader bar was released. A moment later my arms were freed. I rubbed my stiff muscles as I moved my arms down.

“Be careful. Turn around, then two steps forward are the steps down. I will support you as you walk down. The blindfold must stay on, to not break the magic. You may take the mouth piece out and hold it in your hands if you prefer.”

I took the mouth piece down and held it in my hands, careful to not tug my nipples. After making it down the steps I was guided to a seat, and sat down.

“Anything you want? A drink, snack, toilet?”

“All of the above, please,” I answered.

The artist took really good care of me, but insisted the blindfold stayed on. As a result I had no idea how the day progressed. No chance go get a feel of the time, or how many people there are, what they look like. It was just me in my little bubble. After taking off the high heels I was led to the toilet, drank some water and had a few cookies. Ready to go back on stage, back on display.

Just hang on my arms for a bit, it’s going well. I can do this. The weight on my feet is less now, a little more and I can lift my foot. Damn, almost lost my balance there. Ow, my arm hurts. Bad idea, girl. Bad idea. Feet back on the ground, stand up. I can do this. Ow, ow, that hurts big time. My feet hurt even more now I put my weight on it again. I can do this. Everything hurts. I’m sweating. I can’t let go, it hurts too much. I can do this. The audience must be able to see the pain on my face, everything hurts, but I have to wait for my break. Just have to. I can do this. Breath in … breath out … breath in …

Suddenly I felt a strong wind at my pussy. Surprised, I jerked back a little bit, almost losing my balance. Some quick corrections with my feet and disaster averted. I breathed quickly from the shock, feeling afraid, afraid of falling myself, afraid of dropping the mouthpiece and the pain it results in.

A moment later I feel a gentle breeze of warm air, as if someone is breathing on my pussy. Are they trying to smell me or so? I have no idea what is going on. There is a strict no touching policy, so I’m not afraid of them doing anything unwanted to me. The attention to this sensitive region does strongly arouse me.

The warm breath moved to other parts of my body. It started to feel like my husband, he often does just that to me. He knows I’m rather ticklish, and that air blown just right can set me off. This air was blown just right. He was teasing me, trying to make me aroused while I was in no position to do anything about or with it. If anything, it worked. I felt really naughty, knowing that there must be a good number of onlookers. No doubt these onlookers noticed how my nipples had grown already, how my face reacted to the stimulation, how my breath became faster.

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Janice was opening her card case as Bill approached the fence protected property. “Put this into the card reader on the left side of the driveway.” Janice said indicating a post about twenty feet before the gate.

As Bill slipped the card into the reader he asked Janice, “Have I just cooperated in my own kidnapping?”

“But of course,” replied Janice, “I wanted to have you all to myself for two whole days.”

“So you contrived this little trip to the seashore?” Bill said.

“I won’t play that sort of game.” Janice said tartly. “The situation about the storm damage is real. But I decided to take advantage of the opportunity.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Janice.” Bill replied, “I’ve been looking for an opportunity like this myself.”

While they talked the gate had opened and now was closing. Bill was still holding the card so he inserted it into the reader a second time. The gate paused then reversed direction. Bill drove forward and stopped allowing the gate to close behind him. “Where do I park?”

“Around behind the house. There is a two car garage. I’ll get out and trigger the opener from inside the kitchen.”

“After I park shall I bring the bags in?” Bill asked.

“Yes, please. I’ll start the fire to warm up the house.”

“Okay.” Bill said as Janice got out and walked to the kitchen door. Janice unlocked the door and entered the house. Lights came on in the kitchen and the garage door started to rise. Bill pulled into the garage noting that he would have room to raise the tailgate when the door was shut.

Bill shut down the ignition and doused his headlights. After exiting the SUV he walked to the rear scanning for the button to lower the door when he left. Not seeing one Bill raised the tailgate, pulled out the two overnight bags and shut the tailgate. Fingering his pocket Bill enabled the alarm system. Picking up the overnight bags he took them into the house.

While Bill was putting the SUV away Janice entered the living room and approaching the far wall bent down to ignite the fireplace. Through design and innovation the fireplace would have the house comfortably warm in fifteen minutes. Walking to the sliding glass doors Janice read the display to the right of the doors. Smiling she noted that the water in the pool was a comfortable seventy-two degrees. ‘Just right for skinny dipping,’ she thought to herself. Turning around at the sound of a door opening Janice said, “Bill, shall I make us a pot of coffee?”

“Sounds good to me.” Bill replied, “While it’s brewing we can do a preliminary walk-about to see if there is any obvious storm damage. Damn it, I didn’t think to bring in the flashlights.”

“Tsk, Tsk, Shame on you.” Janice said with a giggle, “And the garage is so far away.”

Bill walked to the counter where Janice was preparing the coffee. Trapping Janice between his arms Bill laid several light kisses to the side of her neck. “We left in such a rush that I didn’t have a chance to give you a proper greeting.”

“Allow me to turn around,” Janice said as she felt the tingles course through her body, “and you can rectify that glaring omission.”

Bill stepped back just far enough to let Janice pivot in place. One arm went around Janice’s neck while the other snaked its way around her back. While Bill thoroughly kissed Janice’s lips his arms tightened molding Janice into his body.

When Bill broke the kiss Janice laid her head on Bill’s shoulder. “Wow! That kind of greeting I could get used to.”

“Then I shall endeavor to properly greet you from this point on.”

“Oh, please use discretion. I would feel uncomfortable if you did it in the mayor’s office or at the apartment complex.”

“So noted.” Bill said, “Shall we perform our preliminary investigation for storm damage?” Slipping their coats Bill and Janice went out to the garage. Retrieving two flashlights Bill gave one to Janice indicating that she should lead the way.

“This thing is heavy.” Janice said attempting to make small talk. She was trying to shake off the effects of Bill’s kiss and embrace.

“Oh, these are MAG lights,” Bill said sensing that Janice was in turmoil. “Over the years I have found that quality often times has long term benefits. For instance, I would probably purchase fifteen $3.98 flashlights during the time I have owned these MAG lights.”

Both of them had been scanning for storm damage but neither had seen anything obvious. They had rounded the corner of the house when the stiff breeze was cut off.

“I didn’t realize the wind had such a sting to it.” Janice said, “Damn, that’s not what I wanted to say but it’s a start. Bill, thank you for being patient with me. Your hug and kiss knocked me for a loop. I still haven’t recovered.”

“You’re welcome, Janice.” Bill said with complete sincerity, “Can we continue this in a warmer climate? I’m afraid that I’m feeling the sting a bit too much.”

“Yes, of course.”

Walking quickly around the rest of the house Bill and Janice were soon back in ordu escort the kitchen. They didn’t remove their coats but went immediately to the fireplace. After several minutes they removed their coats which Janice hung in the entry closet.

“Janice would you get the meds bottle from the right breast pocket, please?”

“You’re not — “

“No, I’m not.” Bill said interrupting Janice, “In fact, for the past month I’ve been on a regular schedule.”

“Oh Bill, I’m happy for you.”

“But the VA wasn’t so happy. They wanted to lower the dose. But when they saw the improved motion and reduced inflammation they were forced to leave the dosage at 30mg. They got even though. I now have blood work every six months for liver studies.”

“Good on them and especially good on you.” Janice said handing Bill the meds bottle.

“Would you like a cup of coffee as well.”

“Maybe a shower after the coffee will take away the rest of the chill.”

“That might be a good idea.” Janice said as they walked over to the kitchen. Janice went to turn on the coffee she had prepared prior to their walk about so she could hide the Cheshire cat grin on her face. ‘I couldn’t have come with a better opening for getting that man into the pool’, Janice said to herself.

Sitting at the table Bill took his meds and waited for Janice to return with the coffee. When she brought the coffee Bill said, “Do you come here often enough to get mail?”

“No, I don’t. Why?”

“Well, there is an official looking envelope on the window sill that’s addressed to you at this address.”

Reaching across the table Janice picked up the envelope only to discover another behind it. The official looking one had the return address of the county clerk. Tearing the envelope open Janice pulled out two sheets of paper. One was a letter, the other looked to be on parchment. Scanning the letter Janice dropped it on the table and carefully unfolded the other smoothing it out flat. Picking up the letter again Janice slowly read each word. Dropping the letter again Janice sat there stunned.

“This is too much! There is no way! I’m going to nail those two to the back wall of the garage.” Janice shouted.

“I take it that there is a problem?”

“Ted and Alice gave me this property! Forever and transferable to my heirs. What am I going to do?”

“This may sound stupid but you use it just like you are now.”

“I can’t take this. I haven’t earned it.”

“Looking at the deed I would say that somebody thinks you have. Why not see what the other envelope can shed any light on the situation.”

Janice tore open the other envelope and scanned the single sheet within. “I don’t believe this. Those two have gone absolutely mad.”

Picking up the letter Bill asked, “May I?”

“Go ahead. See if it makes any sense to you.”

After reading the letter Bill slowly put it down.

“Well?” Janice demanded.

“It appears that you are now landed gentry and have the income to maintain the property in pristine condition.”

“Bill, for Pete’s sake. I don’t deserve this. I haven’t earned it or paid for it.”

“I suggest that you take my place in line for a warm shower. Maybe you should make yours a cold shower.”

Stunned Janice just sat there. “Oh Bill, I’m sorry. Here I sit spitting venom all over the place and you with a chill that will get worse even with your meds. Instead of a shower I suggest a warm refreshing swim. Don’t argue, investigate the other side of the sliding glass doors. I’m going to relieve myself, have a good two minute cry and then join you.” Having said her piece Janice got up and went into the master bedroom.

‘Well’, Bill thought to himself, ‘I’ve been given my marching orders so I might as well obey them’.

Standing up Bill walked around the table to the sliding glass doors. Seeing the display he paused to read it. ‘Water Temp – 72°’. Hitting the light switch under the display Bill slid the panel open and stepped into a 30′ by 50′ sun room. The main attraction was a 16′ by 32′ swimming pool.

“I’ll be damned!” Bill said, “That woman laid her plans well but got trumped herself.” As he took the two steps down onto the deck surface Bill started to remove his clothing. Approaching a chaise lounge he sat down and rapidly chucked the remaining items. Taking the steps down into the water Bill felt his body accept its warmth. When he hit bottom Bill glided forward and began a slow measured crawl to the far end. On the back lap he went into a side stroke. There second lap consisted of a back stroke on the down side and a breast stroke on the up side.

Bill was floating quietly when Janice saw him through the glass panel. “Damn that man! Just looking at him makes my blood boil,” Janice said out loud, “Cool your jets before you make an ass of yourself and tell him how you feel.”

Bill didn’t see or hear Janice as she slid the panel open and then close it. Crossing to the chaise Janice dropped the second robe she carried beside rize escort Bill’s clothes. She silently approached the steps leading into the pool. Then with a shrug of her shoulders the garment slid down her arms and threatened to fall in a heap. Janice caught it with one hand. The robe acted as a train but no gown could compete with the beautiful body on display for the man that had barged into her life — body, mind, and soul.

Bill sensed someone was near the pool. Slowly he stood and looked toward the house. The vision he saw made him speak, “Oh my goodness!”

“Don’t toy with me, William Haggen!”

“I’m not! I’m giving voice to an honest feeling. This man is getting used to seeing perfection on two legs when she goes and improves on it.”

“I don’t know whether to spit venom at you or say thank you for the genuine compliment.”

“Come into the pool and let the water soothe you Jan ” — Bill stopped mid-word. No, Janice is your Christian name. The name preferred is Teresa – T E R E S A and the nickname your friends used was Teri – T E R I.”

“Damn you, William Haggen. Stop reading my mail. I Haven’t used those names in years. Have you been snooping?”

“No, I haven’t been snooping. Those names and their spelling were just force fed into my mind.”

Suddenly Bill found Janice in his arms, crying on his shoulder. I’m so sorry, Bill. I think I have one aspect of you figured out and you pull a side slip and come up with information from I don’t know where.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

“Oh hell! William Haggen, I have done something very silly and very stupid.”

“And what is that?”

“I’m gah-gah over you. I feel twenty something when I’m around you. I have no right to screw up your life like that. I see your nude body and it’s difficult to contain the lust that flows through my blood. Our intellects stimulate each other – even when we agree to disagree. My spirit rejoices when we sit in the rockers in your apartment and don’t say a word. I wake up in the middle of the night reaching out for you.”

“Then we shall suffer together.”

Janice’s head snapped up, “What did you just say?”

“Let me rephrase.” Bill began, “I am totally in love with you — body, mind, and soul. Add to the list you started with not calling you with interesting asides because it would have ruined your concentration. There are several more that I could cite. This evening was the first time I greeted you the way I desired. I’ve wanted to do that since the day you showed up to confront me.”

“You didn’t say a word.”

“Not wanting to saddle you with my physical and mental handicaps made it somewhat easier to mask my inner turmoil. You, I think, were having your own battle.”

“You weren’t going to allow me a vote?”

“Were you?”

“Touché! So what are we, I repeat we, going to do about it?”

“When I see Harry again I’m going to say thank you.”

“Just what does that old sea goat have to do with this?”

“When you took a potty break he asked me point blank if my intentions towards you were honorable.”

“Oh he did, did he?”

“You have no beef with Harry. Look at where we are now. We have admitted our love for each other.”

“What is to be done?”

“I am going to do what my body, mind, and soul want me to do.”

“And that is?”

“Love you Teri, if I am permitted to use that name.”

Janice’s body started to shiver and tears rolled down her cheeks. “Damn you and your word pictures.” Circling her arms around Bill’s neck she spoke softly, “I am going to love you as my body, mind, and soul want me to.”

“Then we shall have numerous opportunities to thank our higher power for the miracle granted us.”

“I agree! Take me to bed and make love with me.”

“No, I want to take advantage of the moment. I have never had hot, lusty sex in a swimming pool with you Teri. Then I want us to dry off, take you into your master bedroom and make passionate love with you.”

“Bill, from now on please call me Teri. I like the sound of it as it rolls off your lips.” Just then Teri’s knees gave way.

“Let go and float.” Bill said, “I’ll be here to help you.”

Teri let go. Instinctively she trusted this man who barged into her life brief months ago. Bill’s arm supported her neck. His free hand began a sensual massage of her breasts. That hand slid down over her stomach and cupped her baby smooth pussy. Her hips started to rock as if they had a life of their own.

Teri said to Bill, “Take me to the wall so I can support myself and then fuck me until we both cum.”

“Your command is my wish.” Slowly Bill floated Teri to the wall. After trying out the low ledge she made Bill raise her up so that her arms were on the main lip. “Much better. Now you can suck on my breasts while you fuck my pussy.”

Bill moved to position himself between Teri’s parted thighs. Teri, using her abs, raised her pussy to the correct angle for Bill to easily insert his cock. Taking a half step forward sakarya escort he fed half his length into Teri’s twitching tunnel. Instinctively Teri brought her legs around behind her lover. She wanted all of him and was impatient. Bill understood the movement and taking the last half step impaled himself completely. Flexing his shaft several times he watched Teri’s eyes light up.

“Start slow Bill, I want to feel every inch of you.”

“I like to feel you as well.”

The waltz of the sexes began in earnest. Bill would flex his shaft as he withdrew and Teri would constrict her muscles when Bill would slide back in. Teri also used her legs to drag Bill forward and release the pressure when he withdrew.

Bill felt the change and after withdrawing half-way slammed himself back in. When the tip of his cock made contact with Teri’s cervix Bill’s orgasm crested. “Here it comes Teri.” Bill shouted as his groin crashed against Teri’s pubic mound.

“Oh my God! You sneak!” Teri shrieked as her own orgasm thundered through her, “Where did you learn that trick?”

Bill wanted to push ever further into Teri and Teri tried to pull Bill deeper inside. To say their orgasms were intense would have been an understatement. Teri’s pussy had a vacuum lock on Bill’s cock while Bill had no control over the spurting giant. Each time his shaft contracted more cum forced its way into Teri’s full tunnel. Teri’s pelvis was a blur of circles wanting to receive its share of the bonanza and distribute it to every inch of her pussy.

Bill knew he had finished his orgasm but didn’t want to dismount from his lover. Teri wouldn’t let Bill dismount. Her legs were locked behind Bill’s buttocks. Her own orgasm was much slower in its recession.

“Oh Bill,” Teri said finally regaining her voice, “I have never experienced such as orgasm. You weren’t able to warn me, were you? Don’t answer, I can see that you were just as surprised as I was. You kept cuming and cuming. Oh look!” Teri pointed to the water between them. Rising to the surface of the pool was the physical evidence of the immense orgasm they shared.

Bill was astonished by the intensity and the quantity of his orgasm. In all his years of sexual relations he had never had an orgasm such as this one. What surprised him even more was the fact that he was still hard.

“Teri,” Bill said letting his embarrassment show, “I would have warned you but it happened so quickly I couldn’t. Then there was so much cum that I was shocked.”

“Oh love, don’t be embarrassed. I enjoyed every pulse of your beautiful cock. Besides I have had a personal experience with what a plumber calls ‘water hammer’.”

“Thank you for letting me have the time to regain my balance, Teri.” Bill said softly.

Teri’s eyes went wide with surprise. “My God, you’re still hard and hot.”

Flexing his shaft Bill said, “Want to try a different position?”

With a loud laugh and lewd grin Teri responded, “Let’s go over by the steps and see what happens.”

When Bill dismounted Teri slipped her arms off the pool edge and stood up. Bill took a look at Teri’s arms to see if there were any bruises or scrapes. He didn’t want to injure this beautiful woman standing by his side. As they waded towards the steps Bill reached out and stroked Teri’s buttocks. Teri shivered in response to the caress. Teri planted her feet in front of the bottom step, bent forward, and supported herself on the top step. Bill was directly behind her and using one hand he guided his cock to the entrance of Teri’s pussy. His other hand grasped her hip bone. He surged forward entering Teri with a single, savage thrust.

“Oh yes! You feel so different in this position. My lusty stud is in full command and I think he enjoys it.” Just then Teri’s pussy locked down around the shaft filling her to capacity. She felt thrills going through her body that were new to her. Her breasts moving through the water were stimulated differently. New sensations attacked her pulsating pussy. Teri moved one hand to the top of her pussy and began stroking her clitoris. She went off like a bomb.

Bill felt the change but the water prevented any increase in the speed of his thrusts. Bill’s cock mushroomed inside Teri and his balls were sucked up into his groin. Bill had his second orgasm of the night.

The shouts, groans, and endearments filled the pool enclosure. They slowly decreased in volume as the intensity faded. Bill staggered back from Teri, turned around, and sank down on the top step. Teri somehow found the energy to do the same. Slowly they both regained their breath while bodies calmed down from the tremors.

“Bill,” Teri said, “did you slip a Viagra in when you took your meds?”

“No.” Bill said looking into the water, “It would appear that my open declaration of love has broken a barrier. I for one am enjoying it. Besides it’s no different than the steam rising from the water in front of you.”

Teri looked down into the water between her legs. Laughing she said, “Oh you! Do you feel strong enough to swim a few laps with me?”

They rose from the steps and started a slow lap down the pool. Bill was using a back stroke on the return lap when Teri disappeared under the water. She came up coughing and sputtering.

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PUSSY-LICKER: AFFECTIONATE VANDALS
(OR THE DIFFICULTIES
OF BEING SINCERE)

by
TRISTAN TROTSKY

Sex. Greed. Art. Death. Lies,
and more sex in Barcelona

Hey you. Can you spare a couple of Euros for a ‘phone call home? I’m stranded here in Barcelona with no money. That can be dangerous for a girl on her own. And I have to call my mother, you see…?

What’s that? You want to hear my story? Buy me a cappuccino and a croissant. I’ll tell you what you want to hear. As a taster, this is how it ends.

The telephone rings. And the Ansaphone kicks into action. Before I can reach it, the voice begins. It’s Carlos the chauffeur. He’s saying ‘ze beetch, ze beetch, she is dead. Eet is horrible. Under the wheels of ze car. And now she is dead…!’ For a moment I can’t believe the testimony of my own ears. This is too good to be true. All I’ve longed for. All I’ve worked for. All I’ve waited for. A sense of warm anticipation washes over me. I reach up under my short dress. Tug my panties down and off. Then kick them away. I won’t be needing THEM. The air is arousing on my bare skin. Now I’m ready for my employer who waits in the bedroom. His big penis is now mine… all mine.

Interested so far? Now I’ll rewind to where it all starts. I first meet Ian in Manchester. He’s long-haired and shabbily-dressed. But his dark eyes are the eyes of a dreamer. We are two Art Students. We move in together. I’m so in love it’s pathetic. Then he decides to drop out, the better to further his muse. I go with him as far as our savings take us. Down through La Belle France. To Catalonia, this – he enthuses, is the land of Dali, Miró, Gaudi. A land of pure clean Mediterranean light. We wind up in a garret in Barcelona. It has to be a garret. He paints. We drink red wine. Eat long crusty bread sticks and cheese. Have lots of torrid sex. Heaven it is to be young and in lust.

I pose for him, sprawl naked, legs splayed. He caresses my bare inner thighs with the soft bristles of his brush, then moistens them with the flow of vaginal wetness that results. The better to invest his art with sexual magic. He applies paint directly onto my body, decorates my nakedness with intricate patterns, until my breasts look like Art Deco Easter Eggs. I have good breasts – big, but firm. As you can see. I can tell you’ve noticed.

Inspired by Spanish Surrealism Ian moves from figurative art to abstract explosions of vivid colour. And we evolve this original technique for creating random patterns for his work. I crouch nude to suck him off, then – at the last moment I point his twitching cock and direct the spurt and dribble onto the canvas so he can then outline the random blobs and trickles that result into arty shapes. We are forcing back the cutting edge of avant garde with organic sperm painting. And he becomes obsessed by the possibilities of this new art-form.

When I get over-enthusiastic, as I sometimes do, and swallow his ejaculate, he gets angry because I’ve wasted a possible masterpiece. He goes ‘are you stupid? What do you think you’re doing? This is not just for your pleasure, you know. I’m doing this for ART!’ At his insistence we abstain from love-making for days on end so his sexual charge builds up to improve the force and amount of his ejaculation, its angle and intensity of spurt. So I get less sex. Which is not natural for me. While we continue to starve.

As the street-market closes at dusk I hang edirne escort around, picking out over-ripe bananas and half-rotten oranges they’ve binned. One day I see a Bag-Lady sitting in the Placa Catalunya opposite the Corte Anglaise. She’s trying to sell bits of splodgy spirals and abstracts she’s done on cardboard strips ripped from Supermarket packets. This gives me an idea. We set up a rival pitch among the pavement cafés and the Buskers down Las Ramblas. Ian exhibits his paintings. He even sells one every now and then. Usually the nudes. While I get bored, and to pass the time I develop this telephone routine – approaching likely-looking Tourists who have big cameras and too much cash.

I do my Little Girl Lost ‘Spare-me-your-spare-change’ bit for a ‘phone call home. And it works.

It’s this way that I get to meet Malcolm. I ask him for ‘phone cash. He invites me for a cappuccino. Just as you have. And I concoct a story for him. We walk around the harbour by the Columbus statue. Watch the huge fish flip and quiver through the water chasing burgers thrown by the tourists. And as I talk I can tell by his face, as I can tell by your face, which parts of the story he enjoys. When I talk about sex. When I tell him how Ian is hung like a dog’s tongue, and how I enjoy sucking his cock. You like that, don’t you?

After more coffee he invites me back to his Hotel. I’m no whore. But I’m hungry. Some of the mystique of romantic bohemian poverty has soured. It’s been a long time since I slept in a proper bed with clean sheets and room service.

He’s in his mid-thirties. Rich, not bad looking. Yes – I probably shouldn’t have. But I’m not even getting good sex anymore. The sun leaves me brimming with volatile hormones and promiscuous enzymes. So pretty soon we’re naked in his room and doing it on the floor, then in the power-shower, on the bed with me riding him, then he’s straddling me, his bare arse resting on my tits and I’m urging ‘that’s right, do it to my mouth, fuck my throat, do it like you do it between my legs.’ And he does…

The following morning he offers me a live-in job. Sol Del Mar curves around the bay from the castle on one side, to the harbour on the other. The air is scented with olive groves. It is beautiful. And I hate it. I watch the millionaire’s yachts riding on their reflections and I want it all so badly that it hurts. Malcolm’s villa overlooks it all. He has a yacht. He also has a Mercedes, a chauffeur called Carlos… and a bitch-wife called Leonora who has an obscene French poodle called Asterix. But I move in anyway to fulfil various ‘domestic duties’. At this stage I still have plans to raise cash to rescue Ian. The more cash the better so I can promote a real exhibition of his work and properly launch him into Art celebrity. If that means fucking with Malcolm whenever his wife and her obnoxious poodle are away, then that’s not too much to ask, is it?

Leonora colours her hair, she’s in her mid-forties. And it’s her money. He has none of his own. When she’s away we drive out to a deserted beach so we can be alone and frolic as naked as kids in the tide, then we fuck beneath the open sky. And what’s in it for me? Apart from sand, that is! It’s then we talk about futures. Malcolm is something of a gigolo. He married money. But won’t have complete control of it – until bitch-wife Leonora is dead. So we do what-if’s, lying nude in each other’s arms in the sand dunes, he elazığ escort sucks my pussy and I play teasy touch-games along the length of his cock. What if we recruit a mercenary hit-squad to take the bitch out in a hail of bullets? What if we cut some brake-pipes and the Bitch goes off some Costa Brava cliffs into the sea? The Bitch. She’s always the Bitch. Bitch this. Bitch that.

We can’t even fuck in the villa because the Bitch and her damned poodle might come in unexpectedly and catch us in flagrenté delcitio. Even when we drive back from the beach he drops me at the corner Supermarket so we return separately, to allay suspicion.

But even while we fuck I’m still thinking of Ian. I get the chance to go back just once. He’s in the same garret. But when I knock, the door is opened by Rosita in a bathrobe. I swear I can smell spunk on her breath. Inside he’s working on a painting. He takes me aside and tells me ‘it’s alright, she’s only a model,’ but he says it in a whisper she’s not intended to hear. At first it’s so good to see him, despite a little… coldness.

Then Rosita shrugs the bathrobe off and lies back on the bed naked. Our bed. And she’s got big tits with darkly pigmented prominent nipples. The kind he’s always liked. But hey, she’s a model – isn’t she? It’s her job to get naked. It’s no big deal. But I swear he’s been wetting his brushes on her cunt juice. Then I look more closely at the painting he’s working on. The familiar spurt and dribble. And I know what she’s been doing to him.

I imagine her squatting down in front of him by the canvas, with his lovely big cock shoved in there between her lips as she sucks at it contentedly, those fat tits wobbling as her head bob-bobs up and down his glistening-wet length. I can even see the expression on his face as he approaches orgasm. The slut. She smiles at me a smug satisfied smile. Even the moist curve of her vagina smiles at me. And suddenly I’m no longer thinking of sponsoring his career in art. I’m thinking of me.

So later, I concentrate on Malcolm. I do what he wants. Anything he wants, no matter how frequent or how dirty. And he can be delightfully dirty. But then again, so can I, because I’m working towards that day when bitch-wife Leonora becomes a deceased ex-bitch. He inherits. And me…? I’m there to benefit from his sudden wealth.

Now. Picture this. Carlos chauffeured Leonora and Asterix into Barcelona for more shopping, two short hours ago.

The retro wall-mounted telephone rings. And the Ansaphone kicks into action. But before I can reach the ‘phone the voice begins. Carlos is saying ‘ze beetch, ze beetch, she is dead. Under the wheels of the Mercedes…’ This is too good to be true. I reach up under my short dress, tug my panties down and off, then kick them away. I go to the freezer and grab some wine. Malcolm is in the bedroom. That big penis of his is mine – all mine. And more importantly, the wealth that goes with it.

He surfaces up out of sleep with a confused ‘what the hell do you think you’re DOING?’ as I draw the covers back. I pour two glasses of wine and crouch down between his sweaty bare legs. Dip his flaccid cock into my dry white sparkling, then lick and suck it clean until it’s flaccid no more, standing up stiff and proud.

‘Ze Beetch’ I breathe between greedy laps and slurps, ‘ze Beetch, she is dead. Carlos says so. An accident with the Merc.’ I mouth each fat round testicle, erzincan escort one, then the other. He lies on his back, arms behind his head, watching me as he lets me do the work. And I’m good at my work. I enjoy it, each trembly twitchy pulse up against the roof of my mouth, each undulation of his stomach as my tongue provokes a sudden inhalation of breath. I enjoy sex, and I’ve had plenty of practise.

I climb up to straddle him. Direct his slippery saliva-wet cock into launch position, rubbing its inflamed glans backwards and forwards between my legs, through my pubes, along the lips of my moist pussy. Then I sink down onto him slowly, so he’s impaling me by degrees. It’s full length sliding deep into my cunt. On this bed. Their bed. I’m fucking him on Leonora’s bed!

I wriggle my hips down as far as I can go, trapping as much cock as I can. An act of taking possession. Looking him straight in the eye as I do it. He likes the fact that he’s nude, and I’m clothed – but for my absent knickers. But now it’s time for more. I unzip. Shrug my dress off until I’m as bare as he is. Moving up and down on him so he can see the way the sex action makes my tits undulate and quiver in rhythm. I sink down on him again and let just my vaginal muscles do the work, clutching and clasping at his fleshily enveloped cock as I bend forward to hold the wine-glass to his lips.

Then I trickle wine onto my breasts until they glisten wetly and wine drips from my nipples, and I lean in so they hang in front of his face. His red tongue goes lick lickety-lick. Then his lips clamp onto my nipple as he sucks it long and indulgently. I cradle his head there as I begin the fucking movements again, and his breath comes in hard sharp gasps trapped up against my skin. I’m reciting ‘ze beetch is dead, ze beetch is dead’ with each up and down stroke. This cock is mine. This villa. This wealth is mine. All I’ve longed for. All I’ve waited for. All I’ve worked for. Now all I’ve got to do is this, twice a day. Fuckity-fuck. Keep him satisfied.

I draw back now, and slip-slither up off him. Intent on making it last. I flip around slowly and deliberately, so he can see EVERYTHING, and go down into sixty-nine, soixaute-neuf, my favourite position.

Do you like to sixty-nine? I can tell by the expression on your face that you do. I bet you’re good. I bet you can REALLY make a girl wriggle!

Anyway. Picture this. I’m nudging my open cunt down over his face so his eager tongue can spear into me, while arrowing his big throbbing cock back in between my lips, tasting myself on him, and sucking at it hungrily, rippling his fat balls with my fingers.

Then there’s the sound of the Mercedes in the drive.

A long pause as we writhe and squirm, eating at each other…

Then the bedroom door hurls back. ‘WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!’ wails Leonara through her tears. ‘My little Asterix is dead. Malcolm, oh Malcolm, my little Asterix went under the car… and… OH!!’ I look up over a mouthful of cock. I can’t believe the testimony of my eyes…

So I’m back here. Doing the ‘spare-me-your-spare-change’ telephone routine up and down Las Ramblas again. They threw me out, of course. She got hysterical. He blamed me for taking advantage of his sleeping weakness. It was the bitch-dog and not the bitch-wife that was dead. And they threw me out. I can’t go back to Ian, even if wanted to, he’s with Rosita, his Spanish slut. So I’m stranded in Barcelona with no money.

Can you spare a couple of Euros? Or more? What’s that you say? You want we should go back to your Hotel… for more, conversation? Well, why not. I’m no whore, but I’m hungry.

So yes, just this once.

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A Night in Toronto

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I fidget nervously, adjusting my outfit for the 10th time. I’m wearing a black sheer skirt, short in front and longer in the back. It’s solid to about mid thigh, and then sheers out. As I pace back and forth it floats around me like a black mist. Your flight is exactly seven minutes and twenty seconds late. Twenty one. Twenty two. I shake my head to not think about it. The others in the waiting area occasionally glance at my irritated state. There are seats but after driving 6 hours to Toronto to meet you, there is no way I can sit for another minute. My ass and legs are aching from the trip. I smile. I’m sure you will have my ass aching and stinging even more later.

The flight screen updates before my eyes. I feel my stomach climb into my throat in excitement as I see Flight 670 from Amsterdam has changed status from “on time” to “arrived”. I feel a sudden warmth flood through my body. You’re here. You’re really here. I let out a squeal of excitement, patting my hair quickly to make sure it is in place. It’s all clipped up into an expensive Ficcare.

My hair is my most valuable asset. It’s long, but I intend to grow it much, much longer. A coppery red, not too bright but it practically glows in sunlight. You adore my hair. You’ve told me many times. I keep it tucked away for this meeting, because it is for you and you alone. Once we get somewhere private I will let you run your fingers through it and marvel at it’s new length. I’ve not shown you how it’s grown the last several months. I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I’m a fairly average woman, average height and weight. Ok, maybe slightly more voluptuous than what is considered ideal, but there is some solid muscle underneath those curves from lifting stretchers. My eyes are a hazel green, a fact you like to remind me of. I’m not sure why you like my eye color so much, but you say you do so I must accept it as truth.

I see people streaming into the lobby. I stand on tippy toes, trying to see beyond the tall business men who sat in coach and got off the plane first. It’s a sea of people on that large international flight, and most of them are tall and blond. Despite that I instantly find you as you come into view. You are wearing a simple t shirt and jeans, and converse sneakers. Your vibrant blue eyes burn a hole through me as you walk down the terminal towards me. I know you’ve recognized me.

My breath hitches as you quickly clear the last fifty feet with long strides, roller bag luggage in tow. You stop right in front of me, staring down. I take a deep breath. Damn, you’re tall. We’d figured going from meters to feet that you would be a bit taller, but standing in front of you like this is nearly terrifying. I say nearly because you crack a smile. I can tell you’re just as nervous as me, and that relaxes me a bit.

“Hey schatje” you speak softly. I blush as you call me by the endearment. I love when you speak Dutch to me. I stare up at you, waiting for you to do something. Slowly you put your arm around me, hand tipping my chin upwards. You bend forward and give me a kiss. Your mouth is a bit sweet and I smile.

“Had some wine?”

You smile a bit. “Yes, just on the plane. Shall we go eat? You’re hungry aren’t you?”

I nod happily and we walk out to where I am parked. I pull out my iPhone and bring up the maps. I hit start, and Siri immediately starts directing me to the restaurant’s address I had already saved into my phone. You cock an eyebrow at me but say nothing.

Dinner is uneventful, we both manage to behave ourselves long enough to get some food.

“I am glad you’re eating well, you’ll need your strength.”

I nearly choke on my food as you start speaking with a thick accent. I’m not sure if it was the nerves or you were doing it on purpose, knowing I have a weakness for your voice, especially when your accent is thick.

Learning a language can be strange. Some times when you talk to me I forget English was your second language. Other times your accent is so heavy I ask you to repeat yourself a few times. You were in Italy last week with your family, speaking Dutch constantly, so it’s no wonder your accent is so heavy now. I don’t mind. I squirm a bit, my pussy is getting warm as you tell me about the flight and your week in Italy. I stare at you. Not an aggressive stare but one of appreciation. I’m memorizing every detail of your face. I smile, noticing the glasses imprint on the bridge of your nose. You must have taken them off and put your contacts in before meeting me.

I jump when you touch my hand. Your hand is mostly smooth, with just a bit of roughness on the palm from gardening. The heat and sensation of skin jolts through me, making my heart pound. You notice my reaction, and lean forward. Your voice is rich and harsh as you whisper in my ear.

“Dus lief, wat wil je dat ik doe? Wil je dat ik je broek naar beneden trek en ik je vinger of wil je dat ik je hard and diep neem?”

I start panting a bit, my eyes darkening in lust as my mind slowly translates what you said. You’ve taught me some dutch, mardin escort but I am far from fluent. I know just enough to understand that you are asking me if I want to be fingered or fucked hard and deep and I feel clenching in my stomach as my pussy drips. I whimper your name, using the dutch pronunciation and give a pleading look.

“Take me.” I whimper so softly I am afraid you didn’t hear it. You smirk and I notice the waiter is standing at the table. You hand him your newly acquired Visa card. You obtained one just to use here. He hurries off to get our tab paid, and I flush with embarrassment. Your fingers are rubbing my palm firmly, and I swallow hard at the expression on your face. After the waiter returns the card you promptly stand, grasping my hand tightly and pulling me out of my seat. You are firm but not rough. Your hand grazes my ass and I can feel it’s heat through my thin skirt. It comes to rest on my hip and you guide me out to the car. You follow me to the drivers side, and instead of helping me in you pin me to the side. I feel your leg pressing between mine.

“Open.” You growl into my ear. I oblige and gasp as your leg puts pressure directly onto my clit. Your teeth nip my ear and I moan loudly. You’re panting a bit as you kiss your way to my mouth. The kiss is tentative at first, but I quickly open my mouth to you. I gasp as you put your tongue into my mouth aggressively, claiming it as yours. I feel the tip of your tongue slide over the roof of my mouth and I cry into your mouth in pleasure. My panties are soaked now and we both know it. You back off suddenly. I stare at you confused, what have I done wrong?

“Sir?” I ask softly.

“Drive.” I shiver at your accented voice and I hurry to get in. A second later you’re sitting next to me and strapping in. As we’re driving you compliment my ability to drive a stick shift, your hand resting over mine on the knob. Slowly that hand moves to my leg, sliding my skirt up, sliding between my thighs to my hot wet pussy. You chuckle a bit.

“Mmm, can’t wait to get a taste of that pussy.”

I smirk, putting my dutch to good use.

“Je bent geil?” I ask, out of the corner of my eye I can see you pitching a tent in your pants. I already know the answer.

“Yes.. I am very horny for you, kitty.”

I pant a bit, and pull into the hotel parking lot a bit recklessly.

“Easy girl…” You growl in displeasure. I slow down and park safely, feeling a bit scolded. You seem to have forgotten it though, and before I know it you’re knocking on the trunk waiting for me to unlock it. I push the button on my key fob, and it pops open. You haul out your luggage and close it. Beep beep. I lock my car. Your hand grabs mine and we walk in. I lead you to our room. I checked in earlier, making sure it was suitable for you before you arrived. You had put the room into my name for that very purpose.

I open the door and lead you in, immediately removing my shoes. You smirk at my habit and clumsily cast your luggage into the room. I hear the door close behind us. You turn and lock it. I gulp. You see me shake and chuckle softly.

“Yes, you’re locked in here. Good thing I’m not a wolf.” Playfully I nip at your neck.

“No, you’re a fox.” I tease and we both giggle a bit at the inside joke.

“Right then. I think I need a shower first before we start.” Straight to business, I like it.

“How about a bath?” I suggest. You raise an eyebrow.

“Sure.” I go into the bathroom, quickly filling the tub. I considered filling it before I left but realized the water would be tepid at best when we returned. I quickly added some essential oils of patchouli, sweet orange and lemongrass to scent the water and rejuvenate your skin. I call you in and you give me a pat on the head.

“Smells nice. Good girl. Now run along and unpack my things while I get relaxing.”

I nod, happy to please. I had showered before going to meet you, and was still quite fresh. I unpacked some of your clothes, laying them out on the desk for you. I yanked the heavy blankets off the bed. They’d only get in our way. I go to the bathroom door and pause. I really dislike being separated. I knock softly. I hear you chuckle.

“Hm, is there a kitten scratching at my door?” You ask.

“Can I join you? I’d love to wash you and-“

“Well get in here then!” You interrupt. Joy flows through me and I strip at the door, my silken shaved body slipping past the curtain to join you. Your eyes go straight for my pussy, and I notice you licking your lips. I sit between your legs, grabbing a wash cloth and gently rubbing your shoulders. As I get close you steal a kiss from me.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here..” I whisper.

“Better believe it because I’m going to be fucking you all night.” I pant softly, and I notice you taking a deep breath. My panting is getting to you. I glance down and notice your cock peeking up above the water. I lick my lips and stare, you’d shown me some pictures but it looked proportionate to your tall, broad frame. nevşehir escort But seeing it now, like a snake rising from the water…it looked so thick and long. I whimper loudly, and I can’t control my panting. You tip my head up to look you in the eyes.

“You’ll have my cock soon. I promise. But first, show my your beautiful hair.”

I smile, reaching up to set my hair free. I set the clip down outside the tub as my hair tumbles down well past my shoulders. You nod your approval, leaning forward you run your fingers through it. Somehow you’ve managed to keep them dry. I relax to your touch, letting out a sigh of delight as you rub my scalp.

“My pretty kitty…” You whisper and I shiver in pleasure.

Suddenly your mouth is on my neck kissing and sucking, the tub is cold against my back and you’re on top of me. I can feel your weight as you lean into me, pinning me as you shift. Your mouth is everywhere, my neck my cheeks my ears.. Ah fuck my ears! You know my weakness because I confessed it to you and now you’re using it to your advantage. Every nip and flick of your tongue against my ear sends a shiver down my spine, you’re stoking my arousal like a fire, gradually building it brighter and brighter. I feel like I’m going to be consumed with need if you don’t do something to me soon.

I jerk my head back and my chest forward as your hands grasp my tits. You knead them gently, making my nipples hard. Who am I kidding, they’ve been hard since I first laid eyes on you.

I’m not sure how much time passed in the tub, but slowly the water cools and you mention getting out. I’m in a daze of lust by now, barely able to follow your command to stand up. You assist me out, draining the tub, wrapping a fluffy towel around my body and drying my vigorously. You pause to wrap yourself and next thing I know your mouth is on my throat again. You’re pushing me, guiding me. I nearly fall when the toilet connects with the back of my legs. You push me down to sit on it and finish drying me hastily. You discard my towel, and then yours after a quick pat down of yourself. My gaze goes straight to your cock, jutting out from your body, dark pink and bobbing to your heart beat.

“You’re so hard,” I whisper, completely enthralled.

“You make me like this.” Again I lick my lips. There’s a drop of pre cum right at the tip. Your foreskin is starting to slide back, exposing just a bit of the soft, tender head beneath it. Your hand grasps the base and you push it closer to me.

“Do you remember your promise?” You ask me softly. I stare into your blue eyes, catching the flash of vulnerability. You once shared with me that you’ve never experienced a mouth on your hot member. I had promised that you would. But as I stare into those eyes full of lust I see it, a shred of insecurity so small and well hidden, but there.

You know I’ve never seen or held or tasted a cock that hasn’t been mutilated by circumcision, and you know I was nervous about it. I admit, I was.

But seeing you, so hard, pulsing with lust for me, I feel my mouth water. I bend my head to it, giving the softest of kisses right on the head. You let out a faint moan of delight. I smile, thrilled that I will be the first one to give you this intense pleasure.

I lick right at the head, lapping up the precum. Your balls draw up slightly and you moan. Your breathing is ragged already, and I savor your taste. You are sensitive and we both know it. I slide my tongue up the underside of your shaft and your legs shake visibly.

I tease the foreskin with the tip of my tongue and you hiss in pleasure. Definitely sensitive. I am feeling quite pleased, realizing what fun it is to play with a cock that hasn’t been stripped of its outersheath. You’re looking down at me with an expression of wonder.

“Ah.. Fuck that’s really nice…” You moan. I chuckle, my dutch gentleman was cursing up a storm as I teased his cock.

“Lets get out of the bathroom.” You say as you pull away. Your hand laces into my hair and you lead me to the bedroom. With a sharp yank you make it clear you want me on the bed. I comply, pussy dripping from the rough treatment. I like my hair pulled and you know it. Your hand rests on my shoulder holding me down as you climb ontop of me. You sit right on my chest, but most of your weight is on your knees, on the bed. Ever the gentleman.

Your cock is dribbling steadily now, but you hold it out of my reach. I lick my lips as I stare at it.

Noticing this you tease me, “oh, you want another taste?” As if it is the most casual thing in the world. I nod and whimper.

You lean your hips forward and I quickly flick my tongue out to lick your cock. You take notice and turn it to the side, just enough where I lick your hand that is supporting it instead. I whimper in protest.

“You have to do as I ask.” You remind me gently, and you tap my nose lightly with your heavy cock in reprimand. I whine softly, but decide to behave. You press the tip to my lips, smearing your pre-cum over my mouth. You niğde escort pull away and I lick my lips desperately.

You bring your cock back to mouth, “want more?” You ask.

Instead of answering I lick greedily at the leaking cock, gently coaxing the foreskin to move back with my tongue. I want full access to your swollen head, the most sensitive spot. I rub your frenulum with my tongue and you gasp loudly. I’m actually not sure if it was a gasp or a scream but it doesn’t matter. I suck the tip into my mouth and you growl in pleasure.

Your hand slips into my hair and grips tightly. Slowly you pull, angling my head up. You yank harder at it, making me gasp in pain. As soon as my mouth opens you fill it with your cock. I suck at the swollen cock, eager to please you. You are leaking like crazy, onto my tongue and down my throat. Your taste is overwhelming me and all I can think about is earning more of that fluid from you. Your hips rock forward and your tip bangs into the back of my throat. You raise an eyebrow at me when I don’t even gag.

I smirk around your cock. Most of my uvula had accidentally been removed when my tonsils came out. As a result, limited gag reflex. You push in again, and I choke slightly, but am not gagging yet.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth kitty. It feels so fucking good!”

I giggle around your cock as you pronounce the ‘g’ with the harsh guttural sound the dutch use. You give a slight slap to my cheek and fuck yourself into my throat deeper. The slap doesn’t even sting, it was your gentle way to tell me to shut up and suck.

I suck harder and harder at your big cock, and am surprised when suddenly it’s gone. I feel your weight shift and blink to clear my blurred eyes.

“As much as I want you to swallow my cum, I need to get some of this pussy too.” You tell me, and I gasp in ecstasy as your fingers run over my dripping slit.

“So wet…” You mention, sliding two fingers in immediately. I cry out loudly in pleasure, trembling. Your fingers wiggle around for a minute, exploring. Testing, experimenting. The tips slowly dragging over my walls, giving wiggles and flicks here and there. My eyes clench shut as pleasure exploded inside of me. I heard a chuckle from you as you softly speak.

“Mmm, you like that don’t you?” Before I can answer that intense rush of pleasure returns. You rub and tap rhythmically at my g-spot, and you force me to soak the bed.

“Naughty kitty, making a mess.” You scold gently. Your fingers retreat just as I’m nearing completion. A shudder courses through my body as your tongue swipes over my pussy lips. Again. And again, you are licking me like I am some sort of dessert and I love it. Your fingers splay my lips open and your tongue pokes into my pussy, and you thrust it in a few times, I hear a slurping sound and feel some pressure. I glance at you and nearly come as I see you lapping up my juices. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my life.

I scream as your tongue nudges my clit firmly. Again, and again. You flick it back and forth, and I nearly kick you when you suck my sensitive clit into your mouth.

“Oh fuck fuck FUCK!” I scream, and just like that it’s over. I come before it even registers in my brain that I was getting close. You stop, sitting upright. You’re licking your lips but the severe look on your face says I am in some deep trouble.

“I am sorry sir, I-“

“Shut up and roll over.” You say wiping your mouth.

I do as you ask, as your hand digs into my ass cheek painfully as you grip it.

“Bad kitten! Coming without permission. You know better. I wasn’t done enjoying you yet and now I have to stop and punish you.” You scold. Slap! I whimper as your hand lands square on my ass cheek. It stings. Slap. Again.

I feel a heavyness in my heart at disappointing you. I hate disappointing you. Slap. Slap. The sting is building and spreading. I know it will be sore for quite a while.

“You know I hate to punish my kitty. I would much rather give you pleasure instead. But we both know if I do not do this, you won’t be disciplined. And we both need you to be disciplined to see our fantasies become reality. You have two more.”

I nod my agreement. You are far from a sadist, and I know my punishment will be over soon. As you deal out the last two slaps to my tender ass, I can’t help but wonder if I will get to feel your big cock filling my pussy.

Your mouth is on the back of my neck kissing and sucking. Your hand gently caresses my ass, sending shivers down my spine.

“It’s over my sweet kitten, now I get to see just how tight you are.”

Your fingers dip between my legs and come back glistening with moisture .

“My my, you are quite a wet little kitten.” You tease. I shudder in excitement.

“Look at me” you command with a stern voice. I turn my head around and look just in time to see you put your two fingers in your mouth, sucking my juices off them. You pant loudly as you taste me. I moan loudly, getting even wetter. I know from the look on your face you did that just to rile me up. It worked. You dig into your luggage for a moment and pull out a length of cloth and wind it around my hands tying them together. Your hands grip my hips, lifting them up. You put a pillow beneath them to increase your access.

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My Beautiful Blond on the Beach

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The following story is mostly true or at least built upon my memories of several real events all jumbled together.

I’m 59 now and it has been seven years since my divorce. For about a year, I seemed adrift and in confusion. I just couldn’t seem to connect with anything. When I was younger, and pre-marriage, I was wild and free (yes, I was a hippie) but that was then and now, it seemed I had lost my spark.

I was in a funk one warm mid-week day and I was idly walking my dog along Georgica Beach, a deserted ocean paradise. We walked west into the sun for a mile or so and then headed back. I was wearing just a loose pair of shorts and I stopped once, dropped them and went for a quick skinny dip. I saw a person in the distance so I got out and slipped my shorts back on. My dog and I headed toward the person and as we got closer, I could make out that it was a woman, thin and blond. She was staring out at the water and crying.

“A beautiful blond on the beach shouldn’t be crying. Why are you so sad?”

From that moment when she turned to me and smiled, I knew my life had changed.

“I’ve been dating the creep for three years and was planning on getting mariied and I find out he’s sneaking around on me with one of my girlfriends. I want to vomit!”

“It’s obvious to me that he’s crazy. You’re beautiful, you’ve got an amazing body, you seem quite marry-able. He’s a shmuck. You’ll find better. You’re better than that.”

We sat down on the sandy dune while my dog ran around happily. She was beautiful with small soft features; pale blue eyes and thin lips with a wide smile, sort of like Gwynneth Paltrow. She was wearing a spaghetti-strap t-shirt and I couldn’t help but ogle her beautiful breasts, so high and proud. They were quite large for her small and willowy frame. Her ass was clad in small white Daisy Duke’s and my mind was telling me to relax. My dick was hard and I’m sure she noticed. At one point, she moved opposite me and began to run her thumbs along my forehead and the bridge of my nose. Her fingers traced around my eyes and I could feel my shorts tent up. I stopped myself and pulled her hands away. She seemed to understand as she glanced down to my crotch and smiled. I began to rub her forehead and eyes and she closed her eyes. I knew she enjoyed it by watching her breasts heave and her nipples push the thin cotton. She opened her eyes and I smiled.

Her name was Jessie and she was a yoga instructor, learning massage and taking other holistic classes, she was 32 years old. She worked a few jobs to pay for her classes. She was a waitress in a ritzy restaurant in town and she also posed nude for a well-known artist. This news made my dick bounce again.

I izmit escort suggested that we look out at the sea and meditate for a little while in order to help her get centered. We sat quietly for a while and then the evening ocean chill began to roll in as the sun set. We walked toward our cars and she invited me to meet her at an art opening in Southampton on Friday night. We parted with a little kiss and she thanked me for being a kind stranger and helping her. I thanked her for just being there.

Over the next couple of days, I must have jerked off a half a dozen times. You see, until I met my “Beautiful Blond on the Beach”, I couldn’t even get hard. All the memories of my wild youth – the drugs, the threesomes the orgies – none of those memories could stir an erection. Watching porn couldn’t do it. But then I met her and suddenly, I’m shooting loads all over myself, the shower, the coach, my bed…you get the picture.

Friday night, the art opening was packed. The art work was very excellent and priced in the mid six-figures. And all the art was of Jessie naked and in various poses. Her breasts were large and round, her nipples small and pink. Several poses had her facing the artist in a squat exposing her shaven inner lips, moist and enticing. She seemed so natural and soooo beautiful. All I could think of was wrapping my tongue into that slit. I was standing spellbound in front of one of those when I felt her arms wrap around me. The evening was mostly a blur from there. But I remember that we had a great time and that she introduced me around as her “kind stranger.” I remember that I took her to Agamansett to Stephen Talkhouse to see John Hiatt perform, then we went to The Laundry for a late night snack and some drinks. And then I asked her back to my place to enjoy my hot tub…and she agreed! I had really said it as a fishing expedition and honestly thought she would never agree. I needn’t tell you how long it took to head out toward my place.

Instead of pulling into my driveway, I drove down to the harbor. In the calm moonlight, we kissed. Our kisses were feverish and uninhibited. We got quickly worked up. We got into my house and literally stripped as we walked out to the deck. The tub was always set to 102 degrees and we jumped right in.

I marveled at her youthful and unabashed nudity as the water bubbled around us. She talked about sex and how her ex said she gave a lousy blow job. She said that he hated to go down on her. She admitted that she’d been having bisexual fantasies. I joked that she must keep her vibrator well charged. She told me that she could’t get herself off. I told her that I was having the same problem but that since I met her, madeinizmit.com I had been jerking-off like a madman. She giggled and gave me a rueful look. She admitted tht she had been having dreams about me, too. It was getting pretty thick in that tub when we began to kiss and feel each other up. My mind could not stop thinking about how lucky I was to have this incredibly beautiful young woman and her lush body grinding into my lap. I suggested we take a breather as I had a surprise for her.

We went into the house and onto my screened-in porch. I opened a bottle of cabernet and poured two glasses. I lit a joint and passed it to her. Wrapped in a towel, with one breast sticking out, she was a picture. I opened my massage table and covered it in towels. I lit some candles. I warmed some oil. I patted the table and she laid down on her stomach.

“Now I’ll teach you how to give a full body massage.”

As I stood at her toes and began to stretch her legs, she groaned.

I took my time. I luxuriated over her lithe body. When I was nearly finished with her back, I began her caress her ass cheeks. I ran my strong fingers along her thighs, up toward her crack. She spread her legs a little giving me tacit permission to go further. I looked into her bare crotch and ran my thumbs all the way up. I began to kiss her pillowy buttocks. My tongue traveled down between her cheeks, I licked all around and into around her asshole as she pushed into me. I moved down and along to her pussy. I could smell her scent and I buried my nose in and inhaled deeply. She rocked her ass into my face. Then I turned her over.

I stood at her feet and took in the sight of her perfection. Not a stretch mark nor a sag, no age whatsoever except young and amazing. Her breasts rose against her chest and were just a tad too big for her. Her nipples were like the paintings, small and pink and now pointing to the sky. Except for her long blond hair, she was shaved clean and her vagina was open to me. It was deep red and puffy, I could see her clit peeking out. Again I took my time and spent nearly a half hour on her hands, arms and shoulders. I caressed her breast and gave light tugs to her nipples. She was in heaven. I went to work on her toes and all parts north. When I reached down to her vagina, she openedher legs for me and she was very ready. I liked how she had placed her body into my hands. She trusted me enough to let all her tensions go, she was reaching nirvana. I poured warm oil into my hands and began to work them into her vulva. I parted her lips, and ran my finger around her clit, she immediately erupted in orgasm, bucking her hips and shaking. When she finally came down, she looked beatific. She smiled as I licked my finger and appreciated her. I walked behind her head and began to lightly massage her scalp and her face. I leaned down and we began to kiss, full, deep and emotionally. We ravaged each other’s faces like we had just invented passion. Perhaps we had.

That night, I made her cum several times. After I went down on her, she told me that she had never enjoyed an orgasm as much. When she came, she squealed and giggled in the pleasure. I’d never sena woman come like that. I’ll never forget that smile. And I went down – I went to town – on her. I cannot ever remember enjoying the sensation of her enjoying herself as I explored the walls, the floor and the ceiling of her. Her nectar was sweet and syrupy and the light scent stuck to my beard and moustache for a long time.

She was afraid to suck me unless I helped her. So she blew me while I instructed her on how I like it. I came several times myself that night.

She moved in with me two days later (and after two days of steady and very intense sex. I mean, in every room, indoors, outdoors, with food…) and we lived together for over a year before she moved out to California to study nursing. I still hear from her on occasion but she’s married and pregnant again and it’s hardly the same. Still, I masturbate to her memory frequently. I have several nude photographs of her, some video (including a nude posing and I also have the painting from that session). I have one video of she and I naked and watching each other masturbate as I taught her how to get herself off. It’s really hot.

For more than a year, I was lucky enough to have a young woman as my lover and sometimes pupil. With Jessie, I learned tantric yoga techniques and had some of the greatest orgasms of my life. She had me lead her into fulfilling her most secret fantasies, we had that much trust in each other. I knew it couldn’t go on forever but I was in the now and loving the moment. Her soft round body never failed to excite and arouse me. Her pussy juice had a sweetness that I can still recall. And we did everything. She had me fuck her vigin ass. We did a couple of threesomes with a couple of her girlfriends and I watched as she ate pussy for the first time. Once, she invited an old boyriend over and we double penetrated her – or rather she positioned up and double penetrated herself. He joined us another time with a mutual friend who was bi and that night was my first face-to-face encounter with another penis. Like Jessie would say, “It’s all good.” She was always exuberent and it was a communicable disease. But mostly, it was just me and Jessie, exploring each other, inventing new positions loving and living in the moment. Her vitality and youthful joy were the perfect medicine for me. I was her “kind stranger” and she was my “Beautiful Blond on the Beach.”

What can I say except that she brought me back to life.

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Recently I broke up with my high school sweet heart. We were together over 5 years. She was the only woman I’d ever been with. I had told myself before getting into another relationship with a woman my age I wanted to be with an older woman. I’ve had a fantasy of being with a hot older woman for a long time.

A little bit about myself. I’m 23 years old. I’m six foot three inches tall. I’m very fit 6 pack abs and defined chest. I have curly dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m extremely well hung. 13 inches long and as thick as a pop can.

My ex was not able to handle my size. I thought maybe an older woman could handle my size. I had never experienced what it felt like to balls deep penetration. This was a big part of my desire to be with an older woman.

3 weeks after we had broken up I was working in a city I had never been. I had finished my day and had dinner. I decided I’d get a hair cut. I was looking for a hair salon. When I passed a small mall in the corner was a small shop. Julie’s hair salon. I pulled in parked walked inside.

It was a small one chair a mirror one wash station and a door in the back corner. There was an older woman 60 or so in the chair getting her hair cut. That’s when I see Julie cutting this woman’s hair.

She was short about 5 ft 2 plump but not to big just right. She had blonde hair and blue eyes her body was great a huge ass and huge breast. She looked to be around 45. up as the door closed. She walked over to the till where I stood. “Hi can I help you?”

“Yeah I’d like a hair cut” I managed to reply. I was still checking her out from head to toe.

“You’re in luck I have one spot left before I close. And it’s empty Have a seat honey.”

I sat down and waited watching her as she cut the woman’s hair. Her ass was amazing and her tits were huge. Her jeans showed her ass off. And her shirt showed tons of cleavage. After about ten minutes she was done the woman’s hair. She got up paid and left. Julie looked at me waiting in my chair and said.

“Just a minute honey I gotta sweep up this mess.” She said as she swept up the hair. As she bent over I couldn’t help looking at her huge ass. It was so big and round and perfect. As she turned to empty the dust pan she looked back seeing me looking at her. She smiled I looked away trying to make it look like I had not just been looking at her ass. In my head thinking nice she just caught you. She then came over flipped the open sign to closed and said

“Ok honey take a seat!” I got up and went over and sat down in the chair looking back at her in the mirror. “So what would you like done honey?” She asks.

“Just a nice trim please” I reply.

“Ok sure thing honey.” She said as she ran her fingers in my hair. “Wow you have great hair!”

“Thank you” I replied. She started cutting my hair. She was very outgoing. We talked about everything from my job to how I play sports still. And played hockey as a kid. That’s when she seemed to make a point of telling me that her son was grown and moved out now but he played hockey also. And she missed watching him but didn’t miss the busy schedule as she is a single mom. Jackpot she is single.

After that we kept talking but it seemed to turn. And now we were flirting with each other. It seemed like she was taking her time to cut my hair. As she would stop as we talked. I didn’t mind a bit thinking take your time this is fun.

As we talked she walked around in front of me. She was trimming the front of my head and my side burns. Her huge tits right in front of me inches away. The shirt she had on showing tons of cleavage. I was getting a hard on in my pants. But I wasn’t worried as I was covered by the sheet she put on me. I could feel I was almost hard a good solid semi hard on. I had to move in the chair to adjust myself as my monster cock got harder.

Then she went behind me again and I’m thinking she still is cutting my hair. As she takes the sheet covering me off. I was shocked and I looked down right away. Seeing what I thought I would see. My hard on in my jeans. I hear her say “Ok honey all done what do you think?”

But as she said the word “think” her voice changed. I look up at her in the mirror and see her looking down over my shoulder. Probably she was trying to see what I was looking at. There she is eyes wide open jaw dropped. looking at my bulge. All I could get out was “uummmm I’m sorry maam”

She looks up at me in the mirror and says

“Oh honey you don’t need to be sorry at all.” I see her eyes go back down and look at the bulge again. “Oh my god honey don’t be sorry at all.” She put her hands on my shoulders. And says “I’m closed for the night now would you like to stay a while and go back there with me?” As she looked at the door in the back corner.

I look at the door too and didn’t even think. I just said “SURE.” As I looked back at her in the mirror my cock now getting hard again. Fast she looks at my bulge again I hear her breathe in as she sees it getting bigger again.

“Oh wow.” mersin escort She says as she walks over and locks the front door. I get up and turn to her as she walks back to me and opens the door in the back corner of the shop. Turns and watches me as I walk over my bulge now almost full hard on. I see her smile then bite her lower lip with a naughty girl little grin on her face. I walk in the room and see a desk and a couch. I step inside and turn as she closes the door.

She steps over to me puts her hands on my chest. And I lean down and kiss her while I put my hands on her huge ass. She breaks free from are kiss and grabs my shirt with both hands and lifts it up. I raise my arms as she lifts it off of me. Her eyes scan my upper body. She smiles as she looks up at me and says. “Omg your fit. I’ve had a fantasy of being with a hot young stud for such a long time now.” I feel her hands make their way down to my belt. Her hands stop at my belt and slowly start to take it off. Still looking into her eyes I reply.

“I’ve wanted to be with a curvy older woman for so long too.” She smiles I lean down and kiss her. As she gets my belt open and zips down my fly. She stops kissing me. She looks at me and asks

“How are old are you honey?”

“23” I reply.

“I’m 46” She says as she takes a step back. As she looks down. My fly open showing my red boxer briefs. The bulge is very visible to say the least. Looking down at it her mouth wide open eyes wide open. She says

“Oh my god your huge!” Her eyes come back up and look into mine. Then she asks “Are you gonna take charge of your cougar you hot young stud?” I smile and reply

“Yes I am!” She smiles right back at me looking very happy and excited. In a low deep voice I say. “Get on your knees.” Looking into my eyes she kneels down. Still looking up me I say. “It’s not comfortable in my jeans you take that big fucking cock out.” She bites her lower lip again then says.

“You’re a naughty boy honey.” She reaches up and puts one hand on each side of my pants by my hips and lowers them down. Slowly the base of my shaft appears her jaw drops “Oh my god that is huge!” She looks back up into my eyes and smiles. And then looks back down again. She says “Look how fucking thick that cock is!” She pulls my pants down further. Saying “It’s so long too where is the end of it?” Oh fuck honey it’s so huge!” Then it pops out and almost hits her in the face as it stands out straight. She smiles as she reaches up and grabs onto it in her right hand.

She says “My little hand can’t even reach around it it’s so thick.” She says as she looks up again and smiles. She says “wow this is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!! by a lot like twice as big holy shit honey. Wow how big is this monster cock?”

“Thirteen inches.” I reply.

“Wow 13 oh my god it is almost twice as big as the biggest I’ve had. 8 inches is the biggest I’ve ever had. But you’re like way thicker.” Then she tightens her grip as she looks back down at it in her hand. She opens her mouth and starts to suck it slowly at first. But then starts going to town on it sucking it wildly. After a moment she pulls it out and spits on it. As she strokes it. Then just she was putting it back in her mouth I hear her say to herself “I can’t believe I’m being such a slut!” I was blown away but it turned me on so much. Then I thought I need to take charge of her big time. That is what she wants.

I reach down and grab her hair. I pull her up off my cock and ask “what did you say?” She looks up surprised that I had heard her. Before she can reply I say “yes I heard what you said.” Still holding her hair I bend down and whisper “you like that your being a slut don’t you?”

She looks into my eyes and softly says “yes.”

I stand back up straight and grab my cock in my right hand. Still holding her hair in a firm voice I ask “you’ve found a hot young stud and you wanna be his little cougar slut don’t you?”

She bites her lower lip again and looking into my eyes she says “Yes I do honey oh my god yes I do!”

I quickly reply “that’s good now suck my cock you slut.” She has it in her mouth in a flash and goes crazy on it. Sucking it like a champ. It feels so good. I moan “oh fuck yes that’s good slut. Suck my big fucking cock. Fuck yes suck it oh fuck.” I kick my pants away then I noticed that she is still fully clothed. I pull him out of her mouth. She looks up surprised and says.

“What’s wrong honey?”

“We need to get you naked slut slut!” I reply. She smiles and stands up as she takes of her shirt off then her bra. Looking at me as she does waiting to see how I react to her huge tits. My jaw dropped as they fell out. They were massive and her nipples were huge too. I say “we’ll your twice as big as I’ve ever seen too slut.” As I look at her tits.

“DDD’S!” she says as she smiles.

“Wow” I reply as I grab them one in each hand. I bend down and lick and suck her nipples. I nibble on them. Then she turns her back to me and takes her pants off. As she mugladh.com looks back at me pushing her ass out at me.

“You like a big ass?” she asked as she slips her pants and panties down to the floor. She kicks them aside I reach out and grab her big ass.

I say “fuck yes slut I love this big fucking ass. Oh my god its huge.” She turns back to me and we kiss again. Until I pull away and say. “Ok now that your naked you can suck my cock slut.”

As I grab her hair and push her down onto her knees. She looks up at me as I push her down and says. “Oh good honey yes I dont wanna kiss you when I have this great big fucking cock to suck instead.” back into her mouth he goes.

She sucks it like wild now sloppy wet head. It was so hot looking down watching her suck it as deep as she could. Until she gaged each time down. “Uuuggghhh ugh uuughh uuughh uuuggghhh uuuggghhh uuughh”

“Fuck yes slut suck it! Oh fuck yes you suck it so good!”

“uuggghhh uuuggghhh uuughh uuughh ugh ugh” She pulls out for air she spits on it. Then strokes it as she looks at me smiling and asks.

“You wanna fuck my big tits honey?”

“Yes I do slut.” I reply. Still standing in front of her on her knees. I look down as she grabs her tits as I flop him between them. She pushes them together as I start to thrust. She looks down and giggles and says

“Wow this way better than a normal cock. They just vanish in between my huge tits But not you oh wow look at that big fucking cock. Fuck my tits oh wow honey oh god yes.” she looks up at me smiling “Woohooo honey!”

She says as she looks back down again. “Look at it does that feel good honey? Does it? Does that big young cock feel good in between my big old tits hmmmm?”

“Oh yes it does slut oh fuck it feels so good. Do you wanna feel it in your pussy now?” I ask.

“Oh my god yes honey you have no idea!”

She says as she looks up at me. She gets up as I stroke him. She gets on her back on the desk legs spread apart. She says “I’m fixed honey no condoms needed!! Oh my god I want that big fucking cock honey”

I walk over and smack her pussy with my rock hard cock. Then I slip him in slowly as she gasped. “Oh my god fuck that’s amazing.” She was so wet it went over half way in before it felt just a bit tight. I slowly push him in and out working him inside her. She moans “Oh yes work him in slow stretch my pussy.” After about 5 minutes I was all the way in. Felt so good to finnally fuck all the way in. As my ex took about half and that was it!

Julie took it all and loved it. As I see him go in balls deep I tell her. “Oh fuck yes slut it’s in your taking it all. Oh my god that’s amazing.” She looks up at me and replies

“Oh my god its amazing honey. I feel so full. I’m gonna cum soon!” I fucked her on her back for a while. She came twice. Then I fucked her from behind she came again. This time she squirted all over me. A huge gush came out as she came. She screamed as she came. “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD AAAAHHHHHHHHH FUCK”

Looking down at my cock pounding her as she squirted all over me. I say “yes oh wow your squirting. Oh yes cum hard slut. There you go yes.” Her whole body is shaking as she cums. After she stops she asks. “Oh my god honey I did squirt didnt I?

“You sure did” I reply.

“Oh my god I’ve never ever done that before.” Still pounding her doggie I feel that its going to be turn soon. In a deep voice I say.

“Slut I’m gonna cum soon too.” I was pounding her now hard. She screams,

“I want you to pull out and come on my face honey! I always a fantasy that if ever fucked a monster cock I’d want it to cum all over me! Will you cum on my face honey.”

She says as I pond her doggie.

my thighs smacking her big ass! Clap clap clap clap clap!! “Fucking right I will cum on your face slut!!” I reply as I pound clap clap clap clap clap clap “here I cum!” I moan as I pull out and grab it and start to stroke him. She turns around so fast and kneels down in front of me.

“Oh my god honey you fucked me so good. I’ve never cum more than once you got me 3 times. Oh fuck look at that huge fucking cock. Cum for me honey! Mark me! Make me your slut!” Then I start to feel it. Im getting so close now.

I say “here I cum here I cum here I cum oh my god!! Oh FUCK FUCK FUCK YES.” Then first shot is so intense. A huge rope of cum hits her face. Looking down as it hits her right cheek I adjust and aim it into her mouth. The second wave hits her nose some goes in her mouth and the rest hits her chin then her neck. I had no idea I could cum so much. It was a massive load. I let go of my cock and run my hands thru my hair as I look down at her. Cum in her mouth on her face. Drips of it onto her chin and down onto her tits. I say to her. “Holy fuck that was good.” I giggle then say “oh wow you look so good with that all over your face!”

She looks up and swallows. Then she smiles. Reaches up and grabs the base of my shaft and tightens her grip. And says

“I’m sure there a few more drops.” As she slowly strokes him all the way to the head. I shake as she does in pleasure.

I’m looking down watching as a bit more cum drips out she leans in. Opens her mouth and sucks the head. So hard then as she pulls out it makes a loud pop smack sound!! She looks up at me and smiles still holding my cock and says “I’ll empty this monster cock any time honey!”

Then she starts sucking him again. Taking in all she can. She gags each time she as takes all she can. Loud sloppy wet head. Uuughh uuughh uuughh uuuggghhh uuugghhhh looking up into my eyes hands on here tits as she bobs up and down “uugghh uuughh uuughh uuuggghhh uuuggghhh uuughh.” Then smack pop sound again as she pulls him out of her mouth again. She looks down at her tits and uses her finger to get the cum on her tits. She sucks her finger clean. She looks back up smileing she still has cum on her cheek. I use my cock to wipe it into her mouth. She keeps looking at me smileing. Then she she sucks my cock again as i wipe the cum into her mouth. I ask “so my little slut how was that?” She smiles and replies.

“Oh my god that was amazing.” Then she slowly starts stroking me again she asks how was it for you? Before I can reply she starts asking me “was it good?” “Am I a good little slut?” I quickly repy “oh my fucking god yes you are.” I walk over and sit down on the couch. She gets up and comes over to join me. As she goes to sit next to me I stop her. And say “what do you think you are doing? Do you think we are done?”

“Huh?” She replies

“I just sat down here so you can ride me now.” She looks at my cock still rock hard.

“Oh wow honey ok oh my god.” she says as she straddles me. And climbs on top of my cock. It slides right in as she lowers down.

It feels so good as she slips my cock inside her wet pussy. “Oh fuck yes now I’ve got that pussy stretched out.” She giggles and says

“Oh yes you do.” she pulls her legs up and gets onto her feet. And starts bending her knees bouncing up and down on my cock. It glides in and out so easily now. She puts her hands around my neck as she bounces up and down. She looks down trying to watch my cock slide in and out of her pussy.

I grab her ass and say “fuck yes there you go.” Her huge tits bouncing like crazy right in front of my face. As she lowers down I pull her hips so they smack my legs. “Yes like that slut balls deep fuck that cock deep! There you go yes ride that whole fucking cock.” She flips her head flicking her hair back as she goes faster.

“Holy fuck honey Im gonna cum again! Oh my god oh fuck fuck fuck” Her tits bouncing like crazy. As she goes up right to the head then smacks down hard each time. As she smacked down there was a smack clap sound clap clap clap clap. Then as she starts to cum again at the same time her ass made the CLAP sound as it hit my thighs she screams one word each time as her ass makes the clap sound.

“OH”

“MY”

“GOD”

“I”

” LOVE ”

“THIS”

“BIG”

“FUCKING”

“COCK”

Then she kept screaming wildly “Oh my god I’m Cuming again aaahhhhhh fuck honey oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh yyyyeeeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I feel her squirt again. She stops bouncing after she finishes Cuming.

I lean in and motor boat her tits.

“bbbbllllllluuuuuurrrr rrtbbrrbbbrrbbbbrrb”

I say as I motor boat them. Still holding my neck she giggles I stop and look at her and I giggle. Then she starts grinding her hips on my cock.

She asks me. “Have you got more cum for me in there honey hhhmmmm do you?”

“Yes I do its been over a month!” I reply “I’ll have another load for you.”

“Oh good.” she says. She gets up kneels in between my legs and starts sucking my cock again. Then she stops holding the base of my shaft looks up at me as she strokes it. She asks “How do I get it out honey keep sucking? Back in my pussy? Titie fuck?”

I quickly reply “all 3 in that order.” She smiles and says.

“Oh fuck your such a bad boy” She says as she dives back down onto my cock again “uuughh uuughh uuughh uuuggghhh uuuggghhh uuughh.” I pull her up and off my cock as I stand up. On her knees still looking up at me. “How do you want me honey?” She asks

“Doggie again!”

I reply.

“Oh good.” She says as she stands up. “That is my favorite!” she goes to get on the couch on her knees bent over like we fucked doggie earlier.

I stop her saying “no not like that.” She looks back at me.

“You said doggie?”

“I know but not like that. Over here,” I say as I grab the couch. I pull it away from the wall. “Over here on the arm rest kneel on it legs together.” She does looking like what’s going on here this is new. I push on her neck. “Bend right over there you go legs together. Bend right over down onto that couch. And push that big ass back. Yes like that.” Her face down on the couch. She turns her head looking back at me. Now seeing what I wanted.

“Oh fuck its gonna be so deep like this!”

She says. I step over to her and slip him inside her pussy. She moans as I slip in him inside deeper deeper deeper. “Oh honey mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm Oh honey hhhhoooooollly fucking deeeeeep mmmmmmm.”

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[Authors note: This is the sequel to ‘Christmas at Grandma’s’. You may wish to read that story first to learn how Anita and Penny discovered their attraction for one another.]

Anita Calkins shifted restlessly in the Corvette’s bucket seat as her husband Roger swung from the highway onto the gravel road leading to his grandparents’ house. She felt deliciously naughty being naked under her summer dress; the smooth cotton fabric felt cool against her stiff nipples and shaved pussy. She was becoming wet knowing she would be seeing her lover Penny again and it seemed an age since they had last been together.

They had met in a hotel near Penny’s college during her Spring Break and had four days of uninhibited sex, only stopping to occasionally eat and sleep. They were insatiable and their love for one another deepened every hour they were together. Still unsure what the future held, they did know that they were truly meant to be together and they would deal with whatever came their way.

Anita loved her husband. He was a kind and considerate man and she felt twinges of guilt for continuing this passionate affair with his younger sister, but the women’s attraction to one another had been a surprise to the both of them after years of friendship.

When they rolled up to park among the other vehicles in the circular driveway Anita didn’t see Penny’s yellow Mustang convertible among them and her heart sank. What if she couldn’t make it for some reason? ‘Don’t be silly’, she thought, ‘She’ll be here. I just know it.’

***

Penny Calkins kept the Mustang on a steady ninety MPH, listening for the beep of her radar detector as she sped expertly around the curves of the highway leading to her grandparents’ house. A last minute problem at school had delayed her leaving and she was eagerly anticipating seeing her lover Anita again. The last time they had been together had been a marathon of white hot sex in every way possible and they’d finally parted with the greatest of reluctance. She loved Anita with all her heart and she knew the older woman felt the same.

She felt guilty having sex with and loving her brother’s wife, but the attraction was immediate and overwhelming and she knew they were soul mates forever. Thinking about Anita’s hungry mouth on her cunt, she had an urge to masturbate as she drove, and then decided against it. She wanted her lover to bring her off so she could fill her mouth with the warm cum that she drank so greedily.

Only a few more miles to go and her pussy was already moist with anticipation.

***

Anita fidgeted in her chair as the Calkins family chattered among themselves; Roger’s parents having arrived previously. Larry, Roger’s older brother, a career Army sergeant, was unable to be there as he was in a training school. The grand parents were always happy to have their children and grandchildren with them and looked forward to holidays when they could be together.

‘Where was Penny?’ she wondered. She decided to go in the kitchen and fix some tea. It would keep her mind off the waiting.

Anita filled the kettle and set it on the burner over the wavering gas flame. The grandparents had tried to keep the old Victorian as authentic to the period as possible, acquiescing only to modern wiring and lighting and a septic system to replace the cesspool.

She gasped as a warm body molded to her back and a voice cooed “Hello, my love.”

“Penny? Where did you come from?”

“I just arrived. I wanted to surprise you. I didn’t expect you’d be alone.”

Anita sighed as Penny’s soft hand crept under the hem of her dress, stroked her bare ass and cupped her pubic mound.

“Ooohh, you’ve shaved, I can’t wait to eat you.”

“God, I’ve missed you … Oh, what are you doing?”

“Finger fucking you, my love; be quiet or they’ll hear us.”

“Ahhhhh, it feels so good, you’re crazy and we’re going to get caught.”

“Not if you be quiet. Mmmmm, you’re so juicy.”

Anita gripped the handle of the oven door as Penny’s fingers worked in her gooey slit, biting her lip to keep from moaning aloud.

“Does this feel good?” Penny purred, licking Anita’s ear. She cupped Anita’s breast with her other hand and began tugging on the rock hard nipple.

Anita’s orgasm was swift and explosive, her body shivering against her lovers. Drenching Penny’s fingers with warm cum, she had a second, less violent orgasm and clung to the handle, breathing heavily.

Penny withdrew her hand and licked her fingers one at a time, savoring the warm juice. “I love the way you taste,” she said playfully.

Anita removed the whistling kettle from the burner, turned, gathered the young girl into her arms and they kissed hungrily. Her hands moved down Penny’s back and caressed her firm buttocks. Penny sighed and ground her pelvis against Anita’s, wanting to trib right there in the kitchen.

“Anita,” Grandma Calkins said from the living room, “”Did you know that Penny was here?”

“Yes, Ellen,” Anita replied, “We were just fixing some tea and catching up. We’ll istanbulescortbayanlar.com be there in a minute.”

“Catching up on fucking,” Penny murmured. “You are so fucking hot.”

“Behave now,” Anita chuckled. “We need to join the family for a while.”

***

One day passed, then two; feigning being ‘just friends’ and interacting with the other family members was beginning to wear on Anita and Penny. They kissed and groped each other when they could, but they wanted so much more. Finally they saw their chance to be alone.

Grandpa was talking about the orchids he was growing in his potting shed behind the house and how proud he was of them.

“May Anita and I look at them Grandpa?” said Penny said brightly.

“Of course you can,” was the reply. “The door’s open, just go on in.”

They were out the door in a flash and practically ran towards the faded wood shed.

“My goodness,” Grandma said, “I had no idea they were so interested in orchids.”

***

Penny continued briskly past the potting shed as Anita said “I thought we were …”

“Ew, not that dirty place,” Penny said, tugging at her arm, “We’re going down by the creek where it’s pretty.”

They spread what clothing they were wearing on the grassy bank next to the rippling clear water and lay together kissing and caressing. Penny stretched luxuriantly as Anita nuzzled her neck and fondled her breasts.

“You’re more beautiful every time I see you,” she purred, fingers dipping into Penny’s wet pussy.

“Suck my tits,” The young girl replied, “Make me cum. I want to cum for you.”

Anita began sucking and licking Penny’s stiff nipples, her fingers pumping in her lover’s juicy cunt, loving her throaty moans of pleasure. Penny’s lust soon overwhelmed her as her hips jerked and she came with a scream, drenching Anita’s hand in warm juices.

“You always make me cum so hard,” she said, hugging Anita. “Now put that pretty puss of yours on my face, I want to make you cum.”

Anita complied, straddling Penny’s head and lowering her wet cunt to her lovers devouring mouth. No matter how many times Penny had eaten her; Anita still felt an exquisite thrill of pleasure every time her lover’s soft lips and warm tongue explored her dripping slit.

“Oh God, my pussy loves your tongue,” Anita moaned as Penny’s hands gripped her round ass pulling her even harder onto her mouth. She began mauling her breasts, pulling on her rock hard nipples to further heighten the pleasure her body was experiencing.

Penny sucked the engorged clit into her mouth, gently nibbling on it with her sharp, white teeth. Anita’s orgasm engulfed her in a rush; she howled lustily in release and ejaculated forcefully into Penny’s face and mouth. The young girl swallowed the warm fluid greedily and continued licking until a second wave ran from her mouth and covered her face again.

Overcome, Anita wavered, slumped from Penny’s face and lay curled next to her, mewing softly in an excess of desire. Penny cradled her in her arms, murmuring words of love as she recovered.

Anita licked her own cum from Penny’s face, loving the taste while her lover said “It’s so fucking hot when you cum like that. It drives me wild and I want to keep eating you forever.”

“And I want you to,” Anita sighed, “I don’t think my heart could stand it though.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” Penny continued. “It seems an age since we were together last.”

“It’s becoming harder for me to be away from you, babe,” Anita replied. “Once you graduate in the fall, we’re going to be together, I guarantee it.”

“I can’t wait,” Penny said excitedly. “What are we going to tell everyone? What will you tell my brother?”

Anita frowned, “I hate to hurt him, but I can’t go on living a lie. It’s you I love and want to be with. He and everyone else will just have to accept us as we are. They will be upset at first, I know, but they’ll come around in time.”

They lay entwined listening to the creek chuckling among the rocks, the summer sun warm on their bare bodies until a voice jerked them from their reverie.

“Penny? Anita? Are you girls down here?”

“Oh shit, it’s Grandpa,” Penny blurted. “What’ll we do? He’ll be here any second.”

“In the creek,” Anita said, jumping up, splashing into the water, Penny following and ducking down to their necks. “Jesus Christ, it’s freezing!”

“Fuck, I’m a fucking ice cube,” Penny said through chattering teeth.

“Here you girls are,” said Grandpa Calkins, strolling down the slope, “That water’s a bit chilly isn’t it? Dawkin’s Creek comes straight down from the mountains.”

“We were getting warm looking at the orchids, so we thought we’d cool off,” Anita replied, splashing Penny who squealed and splashed her back.

“Don’t stay in there too long,” the old man replied, turning and going back the way he came, “You’ll catch your death of cold.”

“No shit,” Penny cried, leaping from the water when Grandpa was out of sight, Anita right behind her. They began drying each other with their clothing, and then spread them out to dry and lay together in the soft grass.

“That was close,” Anita said, brushing a wet strand of hair from Penny’s face, “I’ll be glad when we don’t have to hide anymore.”

“Me too, baby,” Penny replied, taking her hand and kissing it.

“Our clothes will take time to dry,” Anita said, grinning, “What will we do to pass the time?”

“I have an idea,” Penny replied, rolling on her back and spreading her legs, “I want to suck that bald pussy of yours until you cum on my face.”

Anita assumed the head to foot 69 position, lowering her wet pussy to her lover’s waiting mouth and dipping her head between Penny’s creamy thighs to the juicy feast between them.

“Ahhhh,” Anita sighed as Penny began to lick her, “My pussy’s so hungry for you.”

Penny squealed and continued licking as Anita’s tongue burrowed between her engorged labial lips, seeking the spicy goodness within.

The summer sun was warm on their bodies as the women pleasured each other, their lovemaking relaxed and contented as they delivered long, lingering licks into the other’s pussies and down to their puckered assholes.

As their desires grew, the licks became more rapid, interspersed with sucking and nibbling on clits and pussy lips until their orgasms blossomed and rose in a torrent of body quivering ecstasy.

Penny stiffened and came powerfully, her scream muffled by her lover’s cunt, flooding Anita’s mouth with warm love juices which she gulped and swallowed, licking frantically to obtain more.

Anita moaned and ejaculated into Penny’s busy mouth, the sticky cream overflowing and soaking the young girls face while her tongue searched for more between the pink walls.

After each had a second, less strong orgasm, they separated and lay together in the grass, catching their breath.

“That was some of the best sex we’ve ever had,” Anita purred.

“I didn’t think I could cum that hard,” Penny said wearily. “You’re pure sex magic, baby.”

They washed up in the creek, then donned their now dry clothing and walked back to the house holding hands, not caring who saw them.

And someone did.

***

July the Fourth dawned sunny and warm. The Calkin’s family joined the throngs that filled the city park in the neighboring town of Placerville for a picnic and the fireworks.

Anita and Penny wore light cotton summer dresses in bright colors and nothing underneath. Just seeing their lover’s unfettered breasts swaying gently as they strolled through the park with the family was both naughty and arousing to the women. They intended to pleasure each other whenever the opportunity presented itself, especially after dark during the fireworks display.

For most of the day they remained apart, interacting with the other family members to alleviate any possible suspicion, smiling and winking at each other when they thought no one was watching. Finally, their desires overtook them and, after announcing their intentions, made their way through the crowds to the structure that housed the public bathrooms.

The Ladies Room was momentarily empty, so they entered the last stall.

Penny stood on the seat and raised her skirt, Anita gripped the young girl’s firm ass and began devouring her wet pussy, licking and sucking with gusto. Penny shivered and moaned deep in her throat as her lover’s lips and tongue brought her rapidly to sweet release. She bit her lip to keep from screaming and flooded Anita’s voracious mouth with warm cum that ran over the woman’s chin and dripped into the water below.

Penny’s knees were wobbly as they switched positions and she began to lick Anita’s hot cunt. Already excited by eating her lover, Anita was not long in cumming in Penny’s greedy mouth. She was ready for the flood from Anita’s pussy and swallowed the flow eagerly until the older woman was finally spent.

All the while as they were enjoying each other, other women were using the facility never suspecting what was going on in the last stall. Some tapped on the door then went away when it didn’t open. The possibility of being caught in the act made the women’s clandestine lovemaking even more exciting and increased their arousal.

Satisfied for the moment, they waited until the room was empty, freshened up and left to rejoin the family. The afternoon sun hung low in the sky and they were already anticipating the concealment of darkness and the cover of exploding fireworks to engage in another romp.

***

With the onset of evening, everyone settled in to watch the fireworks. Seated on a blanket at the edge of their family group and surrounded by other people, Anita and Penny had devised a way to get each other off without anyone being the wiser; performing such intimate acts in public added additional sparks to their already burning desire for one another.

***

“Penny and Anita certainly have bonded since Christmas,” said Sarah Calkins, Penny’s mother, seemingly unaware of the true nature of the women’s relationship.

“They certainly have,” Grandma Calkins replied, “They act more like sisters every day.”

“Penny’s grades have improved this last semester,” Sarah continued. “I think Anita’s had a positive influence on her.”

“It would appear so,” Grandma replied, beginning to wonder who was influencing whom and about what.

The fireworks began and the conversation ended as they turned to watch the show.

***

“Have I told you lately what a sexy little treat you are,” Anita murmured in Penny’s ear. “Just seeing you gets me hot.”

“I’m getting hot right now,” Penny replied, snuggling closer between the older woman’s spread legs, feeling her stiff nipples rubbing her back. “When it gets darker you’ll see just how wet I am.”

“Here’s how wet I am,” Anita purred, rubbing her bare pussy against Penny’s bare ass. We need to wear dresses more often.”

“And no underwear,” Penny replied. “I can’t wait to feel you.”

“Patience, sexy one,” Anita said. “It’ll be dark in a few minutes.”

***

The first skyrockets and air bursts momentarily illuminated the upturned faces of the crowds on the slopes surrounding the meadow where the fireworks were being launched. Night had enveloped the park making the colorful explosions even more beautiful.

Shielded from view by the darkness and their dresses, Anita and Penny’s hands sought their lover’s wet pussies, moaning softly as fingers slid between engorged labial lips and began to frig gently.

“Mmmm … you’re so wet, “Anita sighed.

“So are you,” Penny replied. “You make me so fuckin’ hot.”

“I wish I could suck on your little clitty.”

“Ummm … that feels good, do that again.”

“Right there … Ooohh … yesss.”

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“Faster, faster … Oh Goddd.”

“I’m cumming, baby, I’m … OH!”

“Yesss … harder … Nnnggggh!”

Lost in their own passion, the women climaxed powerfully, barely stifling their cries of pleasure. Fortunately, the noise of the fireworks and the night concealed what they were doing from the crowd surrounding them.

But, someone had noticed.

“Oh man, this blanket’s soaked,” Penny giggled. “I think my dress is okay. How’s yours?”

“It’s dry,” Anita replied, licking Penny’s cum from her fingers. “We’ll toss this in the washer when we get back.”

“Damn, that was sexy,” Penny sighed. “You get me off so hard.”

“I’m still shaking,” Anita said throatily. “I’ll sneak into your room after Roger goes to sleep and we’ll fuck some more.”

“I can’t stand being away from you, baby, when are we gonna tell everybody so we can be together all the time?”

“We’re going back home in three days. Let’s break the news before then. I’ll have Roger alone on the trip back and try to calm him down.”

“Unless he takes off and leaves you. Then you can stay at my place.”

They had reached Penny’s Mustang in the parking lot and she opened the trunk.

“Toss that blanket in here, baby. I want to smell pussy every time I open it.”

“You’re a regular sex fiend,” Anita chuckled, dropping the blanket on the spare tire.

“You love it, too,” Penny replied.

***

Anita waited until Roger began to snore, then eased out of bed, covered her bare body with a dressing gown and padded barefoot to Penny’s room. Opening the door, she ducked in, gently closed it behind her, turned and the breath caught in her throat.

Penny had several candles burning about the room, filling the air with the scent of sandalwood, their flames guttering in the night breezes wafting through the open windows.

Shadows danced over her nubile young body, gracefully reclining on the white sheeted bed, her firm breasts, bare pussy, shapely thighs and long legs on wanton display for her momentarily transfixed lover. She smiled and crooked her finger at Anita in a ‘come here’ gesture and opened her legs even wider.

The dressing gown dropped from Anita’s smooth shoulders and she walked with bobbing breasts and swaying hips to the edge of the bed, climbed on and lay between Penny’s thighs, their breasts and hips pressed together. They embraced and began kissing hungrily, with open mouths and slippery tongues.

Almost immediately, they began to rub their wet cunts together, grinding their hips as their grip tightened on each other and their kisses became even more fervent. Soft grunts and moans accompanied the squishing of puffy labial lips sliding together as they climbed to the crest of a delicious orgasm and vaulted over the edge, muffling their cries of joy in the others mouth.

“Gods, I love you,” Penny said, “You get me off like no one else ever has.”

“You mean the world to me, dearest Penny,” Anita replied nuzzling her neck. “I’d be lost without you.”

“Look what I found for us to play with,” Penny said, withdrawing a colorful object from under the pillows.

“Wherever did you find this?” Anita replied, sliding her hand along it’s length. ‘This’ was a thick, double ended dildo made of a semi-hard jelly-like material. Each end of it was shaped like the head of a circumcised penis, ribbed along it’s length and was the color of a ripe apple.

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I had met Mandy on numerous occasions previously. She was a good looking lady, about 58 years old. She had shoulder length blonde hair (probably dyed) and a nice figure for someone her age – not perfect but given that she was nearly 60 then more than acceptable. She had a nice face – her eyes were wide and sparkly, nice smile. She had crows feet at the sides of her eyes and her face now showed signs of her age – wrinkles here and there that actually looked pretty good on her.

She generally wore quite a lot of make up (probably to hide the signs of aging) and nice clothes. What I really liked about her was that she was very flirtatious. She talked a lot, was suggestive, with lots of touching, laughing and flicking of her hair.

She certainly knew how to use her feminine charms to get her way.

I knew Mandy because we employed her company to work for us. In fact we gave them a lot of work. So Mandy spent a lot of time meeting me, flirting with me and trying to keep me happy.

The latest series of meetings we were having were very important to Mandy and her company. We were about to renew the contract and she knew that we had been talking to another business.

So Mandy had contacted my secretary and asked if she could see me to have a chat. The only time I could do was 6pm that evening.

My secretary called me at 6pm to tell me Mandy had arrived. As Mandy was brought into my office, my secretary told me she needed to leave and that I would be the only person left – so I would need to lock up.

As my secretary left the room I greeted Mandy. I was almost lost for words as she took off her coat and I noticed what she was wearing. She was wearing her usual significant amount of makeup – but she was dressed in a very tight red dress which was also extremely short – particularly for someone her age!

The dress was extremely tight around her breasts which looked fantastic, and as she turned to hang her coat up I noticed that it also clung to her arse perfectly. It was tight around her stomach showing off a bit of a bulge (she was 58 after all) which to me looked incredibly sexy. She looked fantastic and she knew it.

We started off with a little small talk. I asked her how her daughter was (she had previously told me her daughter was pregnant).

Mandy beamed at me, ‘I’m now a grandmother Dan. It’s great’.

The small talk continued for a few minutes then Mandy in her usual direct fashion cut to the chase.

‘Look Dan’, she said. ‘We need this contract. It’s too important for us to lose. What do we need to do to secure it?’

I thought for a moment then started to respond. ‘Mandy, we’re going through our assessment at the moment and should have an answer in the next few days.’

Mandy smiled and said ‘Well let me rephrase things. What can I do right here, right now to make your decision easier?’

‘What do you mean?’ I replied.

Mandy laughed. ‘I’m going to have to be more direct.’ She gave me a very sexy look and said ‘Dan, I will do whatever it takes to win this contract. That’s why I’m dressed like this. I’m offering myself to you here and now if it helps us win that job.’

I laughed. ‘Mandy, come on. You’re old enough to be my mum. I can’t just…..’

She cut me off. ‘Hey, less of the old enough to be your mum. I’ve fucked guys much younger than you before. How old are you anyway?’ Mandy laughed.

‘I’m 30’ I said smiling.

‘Christ’ she replied, ‘I am old enough to be your mother.’

‘Look Mandy. I’m not sure where this is going, but…….’ I started.

Again Mandy cut me off. ‘Dan. You’re an attractive guy. I need this contract. I’ve already told my directors that we’ll win it. I am going to persuade you. I’ll do whatever it takes – and I mean whatever.’

With that Mandy parted her legs just enough to let me see right up her dress. Right up to her white lacy knickers covering her crotch. She smiled at me, ‘Dan, I really do mean whatever it takes’ she said.

I sat staring at the site before me. I had a good looking, sexy older woman flirting with me. Her legs were parted deliberately and I could clearly see all the way up to her white panties.

‘Do you like the view Dan?’ Mandy purred. ‘As I said, I need this contract. If you award it to me then I’m yours to use and abuse in anyway you want. You know where I’m going with this Dan. You can fuck me right here, right now as long as you give me that work.’

I was stuck for words, and also noticed a strain in my trousers. The view was giving me a hard on.

Mandy leant back in her chair and parted her legs even more. I now had a complete view of her knicker clad pussy. Her panties straining across the mound of her vagina, a slight crease down the middle and some hairs poking out the side of her knickers.

Mandy laughed as I stared at her pussy. ‘I can see I’ve now got your attention young man’ she said. ‘Now, if I get that contract then you can have me as your personal fuck mommy whenever you like. You can fuck me anytime, aydın escort anyplace you want. You call me and I’ll come running. You can fuck my pussy. You can fuck my ass if you want. You can fuck my mouth. Any hole you want Dan. I’ll fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked before.’

Mandy started rubbing her pussy. ‘I’ll let you cum on my face. You can cum on my tits. I’ll wank your cock off for you anytime you like.’

I was now smiling. ‘Mandy – that all sounds very tempting. But you need to do better than that. I can go out and pick up women half your age any time I like.’

Mandy stood up and walked around the desk to me. She pushed my chair back and straddled me, putting her arms around my neck, her face close to mine. She giggled as she sat on me and realised my hard on was pressing into her groin. ‘Dan, you could pick up a woman half my age. But they wouldn’t be as much fun as me? Or as good a fuck? Just imagine what your cock would feel like inside me. Imagine how it would feel to have your cock thrusting in and out of my cunt. A woman my age is much better than some inexperienced twenty five year old. And besides, I’ll let you fuck me bareback. You can shag me without any protection at all – no condom.’

Mandy leant forward and kissed me hard. Her tongue pushing into my mouth. I responded eagerly. I could feel my cock straining against my trousers and pressing into her crotch. She was pushing her crotch hard against me as well.

Mandy broke off the kiss and whispered ‘I’ll let you cum inside me as many times as you want Dan – Bareback, completely unprotected. And I mean completely unprotected – I’m not even on the pill, I don’t use birth control anymore.’

Her eyes sparkled wickedly, ‘Imagine feeling your cock inside me unprotected, your cock head pushing at my cervix and my cunt muscles contracting against your bare uncovered prick. Imagine the danger of having unprotected sex with me – a woman who you don’t really know and you don’t know where I’ve been – how naughty and dangerous does that sound? Then imagine shooting your load deep into me. Imagine trying to make me pregnant. It’s probably unlikely but not impossible – you could give me a baby Dan. I’ll let you fuck me and try to make me pregnant. A woman my age can afford to take that risk – you wont get that with a woman half my age.’

She kissed me hard again.

‘Do you want to fuck me Dan?’ she purred.

‘Yes’ I whispered

‘Do you like the sound of having your own personal fuck mommy that will come running every time you call?’

‘Oh yes’ I said again, pushing my hard on up against Mandy’s crotch.

‘You call, and I’ll be there Dan. Legs spread, cunt wet and ready for you.’ Mandy laughed. ‘This is going to be fun’ she said. ‘God I get so turned on when I act like a total slag.’

This time I leant forward to kiss Mandy. Pulling her against me and down onto my crotch. Kissing hard and franticly.

‘Do you like acting the slut?’ I asked

‘Mmmmm, love it baby’ she replied. ‘When you get to my age, you can’t often get away with it. It seems to be the younger men who love it most. They seem to get turned on by some older slag offering themselves on a plate.’ She laughed.

Then she looked straight into my eyes and smiled.

‘So is the contract mine?’ she said.

‘Probably’ I replied. ‘But let’s see how the next hour pans out first.’

Mandy playfully hit me. ‘Fucker’ she said. ‘You’re making me earn this contract.’

‘You bet. I want you at your slutty best Mandy!’

Mandy kissed me hard again and put my hand on her breast. It felt fantastic – I could feel her tit held firm in a bra under her dress. It didn’t feel particularly big – but was a nice size. I squeezed it hard – probably a little too hard as she gasped.

‘Does it feel nice?’ she asked me. ‘Do you like feeling an older woman’s tit?’

‘Feels great. But I want to see it’ I replied.

Mandy had a very slutty look on her face. ‘Well I guess it’s time I let you fuck me then’ she said. ‘Are you ready to fuck a mature woman boy? Are you ready to stick that cock in my older pussy?’

She had a really sexy look on her face.

‘I want you to fuck me really hard Dan. I want your cock ramming hard into my cunt. I want you to stretch my pussy wide open. Can you do that Dan?’ Mandy teased.

I laughed, ‘I’ll give it a good go. Having my cock buried in your pussy wasn’t what I was expecting out of this meeting, but I’m pleasantly surprised. I’ve never fucked a woman your age before but I’ll try anything once!’

Mandy hit me again. ‘Don’t be so fucking cheeky’ she giggled. ‘Once you’ve fucked a woman my age you’ll never go back to the younger ones.’

My hand was still rubbing her tit at this point. ‘My tits are starting to sag a bit, and my stomach bulges more than it used to.’ She said rubbing her stomach. ‘But then that’s what comes from having had three kids. A woman’s body changes and you start sagging in all the wrong places!’

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Mandy kissed me hard and pushed my hand down to her crotch, her knickers felt silky and I could feel her hot pussy. ‘Of course that means that my pussy is also a bit stretched these days. I’m going to need a big cock to fill it up.’

Mandy laughed, ‘You man enough Dan? I’ve fucked a lot of guys in my time so I’ve got plenty of experience. I’ve had about 35 years of acting like a slut, had lots of affairs, and hundreds of one night stands. So I know a big cock when I see it and I know how to fuck a guy.’

She was now grinding her knickered crotch against my hand. I could feel the silky rub of her pants and the coarse hair behind. I could also feel the damp patch beginning to form.

Mandy continued. ‘Do you like what you feel?’ she purred. ‘It’s all yours for as long as I have this work. A dirty cunt for you to fuck whenever you want. I’m going to be your personal slag Dan. You can fill my pussy with your cum whenever you like.’ Mandy laughed.

Then she stood up and faced me. She turned around and ordered me to undo her zip. It was one of those zips right up the back of her dress. As I unzipped her, the dress dropped to the floor. Mandy turned and faced me. It was the first time I had been able to admire her body.

She was right – her body did show signs of aging. Her tits were sagging a little – they were small but a nice shape still. The bra was see-through and her nipples were enormous – very long and sticking out against the fabric of her bra. Her belly was not as flat as a younger woman’s and was slightly overhanging – but it still looked very sexy. I could tell that she’d had kids. Her stomach had that look that women never recover from once they’ve given birth.

I leant up and unclipped her bra. Her nipples were huge, and very pronounced. I rubbed her tits and allowed my hands to trace her nipples. Mandy sighed. Her nipples must have been about ½ inch long and were very hard. I pulled them playfully and Mandy gasped again. I pulled a little harder which she clearly enjoyed.

My mouth slid over her left nipple and I could feel Mandy pull my head closer to her chest, encouraging me on.

‘Harder’ she ordered, ‘my nipples are very sensitive – I like it hard and rough.’

I playfully bit her nipple softly, then a little harder. My other hand was pulling her right nipple hard and rolling it between my finger and thumb. The harder I pulled it the more she seemed to enjoy it.

My spare hand reached between Mandy’s legs and rubbed her crotch. She gasped and moaned.

‘Ohhh Dan’ she purred. ‘Yes baby, that’s it. Mmm, go on rub my pussy. Feel my mature cunt.’ Mandy was pushing her crotch against my hand.

I pushed the crotch of her knickers to one side and felt her pussy. It was wet and hot. I could feel her pubic hair against my hand. Her pussy lips were fleshy and pronounced and I could feel them hanging down slightly. She was extremely wet and slippery.

I rubbed my fingers down the entire length of her slit. ‘Ohh fuck’ she gasped. ‘Fuck Dan that feels good.’

As I rubbed her pussy it became wetter and wetter. Her juice was everywhere. Her cunt lips were now extremely well parted and I could feel her pussy begging me to enter her.

‘Fuck Dan,’ Mandy gasped again. ‘You’re going to make me cum. Stick your fingers in me. Come on baby finger me hard.’ She begged.

I stuck two fingers in her pussy. They slipped in very easily and she gasped. Her pussy felt large and open. She could obviously take quite a lot more. I quickly started moving them in and out as Mandy began grinding her crotch against my hand.

‘Stick more in me Dan. I’m 58 for christ sake. I’ve had 3 kids so my cunt’s not as tight as it used to be. At my age you get stretched and things never recover’ Mandy gasped. ‘Stick your whole hand in Dan. Fist me hard. Come on baby’ she continued to moan.

I hesitated. ‘Won’t it hurt’ I asked.

Mandy laughed. ‘Dan, my god. You’re fucking a 58 year old woman who’s had 3 kids. How tight do you think my pussy is going to be? Look at it as another benefit of fucking an older lady. Our cunts are stretched already so you can pound them and fist them till you’re hearts content. I want you to fist me hard Dan – right now.’ Mandy ordered.

I pulled out of her pussy and bunched my fingers together. I felt Mandy’s pussy opening against the tip of my fingers and pushed my whole hand hard against her entrance.

Mandy gasped and yelped as my entire hand pushed deep into her pussy in one go. I felt her cunt resist for a second and then my whole fist was buried inside her. I could feel her pussy enclose around my wrist.

‘Ahhhh fuck….fuck…mmmmm. Dan that’s it baby’ Mandy panted. She leant down and kissed me hard. ‘Now fuck my pussy with your fist. I want you to pull it right out and then ram it back in again – hard baby really hard.’

I did. Pulling my fist right out and then pushing it hard and fast right back in and repeating about ten times.

I looked down at her pussy as I was fisting her. She was extremely wet and her pussy was red and swollen and stretched.

As I pulled out her pussy was left as a gaping stretched hole. Her cunt looked huge as it begged my fist to re-enter her. Her pussy looked like a gaping bucket then it was filled again as I rammed my hand hard into her.

Mandy was screaming in ecstasy and gasping with each thrust of my hand. As I reached the tenth attempt to pull out she collapsed leaving my fist buried deep in her – she shuddered and shivered gasping and moaning, whilst grinding her entire pussy against my buried fist.

‘Fuck…fuck…I’m cumming Dan, yes…yes…ohhhh fuck you bastard fuck…ahhh…ahh’ Mandy screamed, before collapsing against me. Her body shivered and shook with pleasure.

I could feel her pussy convulsing against my buried fist. ‘Ahh….fuck Dan. That was mind blowing’ she gasped laughing. ‘I bet you didn’t think you’d be doing this when you left for work this morning? Fisting a woman old enough to be your mother – you dirty sod!! Christ Dan, that’s no way to treat a grandmother. I can see I’m going to have to teach you a lesson’ Mandy laughed.

Mandy then ordered me to stand and undressed me. I was suddenly standing naked in front of her.

She stood back and looked admiringly at me. ‘Not bad’ she said. ‘I’m going to enjoy fucking you.’

Her hand reached out and grasped my hard cock. I gasped as she gripped it tight and pulled me to her. She pulled my right up against her naked body. I could feel my chest crushing her tits and my cock pressing against her stomach.

She kissed me hard and started wanking my cock against her stomach. ‘I’m going to make you cum like you’ve never cum before Dan’ she whispered. I’m going to make you cum all over my naked mature body.

Her hand was wanking me hard now. Long swift strokes right up and down my entire shaft length. They were fast and hard. Each stroke made me gasp with pleasure.

‘Just think of your hard cock deep in my pussy Dan’ Mandy teased. ‘I’m going to put that cock deep in my stretched mature cunt. Then I’m going to make you cum deep inside me without a condom. Shoot your load deep into my cunt. Then I can go home and talk to my husband with your cum swirling around inside me, dripping out of my cunt. Perhaps you’ll make me pregnant just to teach me not to be such a slut.’ Mandy laughed.

Mandy then stood up and straddled me, lowering herself so that my cock head was touching her wet cunt. Then she started rubbing my cock head up and down her slit as she kissed me hard and moaned into my mouth. ‘Do you like having your cock head rubbed against my cunt opening?’ she teased.

I could feel her rubbing my cock up and down her entire wet opening. I looked down and could she her labia hanging down either side of my cock head. She was actually wanking me against her spread pussy.

I couldn’t take any more of her teasing and grabbed her hips, pulling her down to my cock. I felt my cock head against her wet gaping cunt entrance and trust up as I pulled her down onto me. I gasped as my hard cock entered her easily and slid right up to the hilt.

Mandy gasped at the same time and trust herself down with equal force. She squealed and looked at me. ‘Fuck Dan’ she gasped. ‘That feels fucking fantastic, but stop. Please, I was only joking about bareback sex. We can’t, it’s not safe. I might get pregnant, we can’t risk it.’

I looked at her slightly concerned. She stared at me then laughed. ‘Ha Ha’ she giggled. ‘Only joking, you should see your face.’

I called her a bitch and thrust my cock hard into her. She laughed again and responded equally forcefully.

Mandy was now riding my cock really hard. Her hips were thrusting back and forth expertly.

Her hands were clasped around my neck and she was leaning back which seemed to accentuate her downward thrusts. ‘Uhh… fuck Dan. Fuck me, fuck me hard. God, I can feel you hard in me. Uhhh…mmmm, fuck my cunt.’

I looked down between our bodies and could see her thrusting down on me. Each time she pulled up I saw my cock come out of her wet pussy, and then disappear with each downward thrust. I could see her mature stomach wobbling with each thrust, and her tits bounced up and down.

She came quickly whimpering in my ear ‘Uhhh fuck Dan. That’s it, I’m… I’m cumming. Yes keep fucking me. Fuck my old fanny, fuck my used cunt. Uhhhh…fuuuck….ahhh.’ Then she collapsed gasping onto me.

A minute later Mandy looked at me and smiled. ‘Thanks Dan – I needed that.’ I then felt her pussy clench around my cock. She giggled. ‘How does it feel having your cock stuck inside a woman old enough to be your mum?’

‘Fucking fantastic’ I managed to say. Then another clench.

‘It’s weird isn’t it?’ Mandy said. ‘You’ve got your cock buried deep inside me. Completely unprotected and we don’t even know each other that well.’ She laughed and then started thrusting again.

This time she was rampant. Long, hard, deep thrusts which she knew would make me cum quickly.

Her rhythm was quick and effective.

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No Regrets Ch. 05

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Chapter 5 – Tommy’s Story -Back from the dead.

Tommy found himself in a field. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. He could see his mother dancing with a young boy. Looking closer he realised he was looking at himself. They would often go on picnics and were such happy times. His mother saw him and smiling beckoned him over. As he walked towards her he felt pure joy and happiness. If this was heaven then he had definitely come home. Suddenly someone called his name from behind and he turned round to see Ryan standing there in full dress uniform. He looked so handsome. Tommy was sure this must be heaven now, both the people he loved, both who have died, here to greet him. Ryan called again only this time it sounded more urgent. Tommy tried to call back but he couldn’t speak, his throat hurt. He was suddenly aware of a blinding headache and darkness enveloped him.

“Tommy, wake up!”

He opened his eyes to see a face staring back at him. It was dark but the moonlight illuminated his features enough to see he was looking at Ryan.

“Am I dead?” he croaked dreamily hardly able to talk.

Ryan smiled, “No thank God.”

Tommy was confused, if he wasn’t dead and Ryan was in front of him then he was either a ghost or… Ryan kissed him and Tommy burst into tears.

“You’re alive,” he said flinging his arms around him. Clinging on with all his might he sobbed into his neck.

Ryan cradled him, holding him just as tight, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’ve missed you,” he said.

“Where have you been? I thought you was dead.”

“I was captured,” he replied. “Our mission was compromised and we got ambushed. I lost ten good men in that fight. The rest of us was transferred to a prison of war camp where we’ve been for the last twelve months. The only thing that got me through it was thinking of my son and you. I did manage to escape but by then the war was already over, I just didn’t know it.”

Tommy smiled, “I used to sit outside the village hall every night and hope you would turn up.”

Ryan giggled, then his face turned serious, “Tommy, why was you trying to kill yourself?”

Suddenly the memory of all the events leading up to that point came flooding back. His eyes welled up as he retold what Bobby had done to him.

“I changed my mind,” he continued, “but the chair slipped.”

Ryan sat up. Tommy could tell he was angry but he didn’t say anything. He picked up Tommy’s clothes and handed them to him, “Come on,”

Tommy’s face dropped, “I don’t want to go home, I want to spend some time with you, I haven’t seen you for so long.”

Ryan smiled, “I’m not taking you home. I’ve booked into the Inn for tonight and we need to treat your wounds, I can’t do that here.”

Tommy smiled, “Can I spend the night with you?”

Ryan nodded.

Twenty minutes later they was in Ryan’s room at the Inn. They decided it best not to be seen entering together, so Tommy sneaked in the back entrance, it was quiet and he easily got to Ryan’s room without being detected.

Tommy waddled over to the bed, his anus still very sore, “Get your clothes off, lets take a look,” Ryan said.

Tommy didn’t need telling twice and was soon completely naked on the bed face down with his arse in the air. Ryan firstly took a damp face towel and cleaned up all the dried blood, then opened a med kit from the jeep he had borrowed manisa escort again.

“How bad is it?” Tommy asked, concern very apparent in his voice.

“Not as bad as it looks, I reckon it’ll heal up in a couple of days,” Ryan replied.

He then opened a pot of antiseptic cream and gently applied it to Tommy’s anus causing him to yelp, “Ow, it stings,” he protested.

“It will for a bit,” Ryan assured him.

Ryan was very gentle and carefully massaged the cream around Tommy’s pucker. He applied some more cream on his finger and slowly inserted it into Tommy. Tommy groaned in delight, “Oh that feels so good.”

“Is this turning you on?”

“Uh huh,” Tommy grunted, then reaching down pushed his erection back for Ryan to see.

Ryan laughed, “I guess we’re going to have to do something about that swelling too.”

Tommy giggled.

“All done,” Ryan said playfully slapping Tommy on the ass.

Even though the trauma of Bobby raping him was still fresh in his mind his horniness was strong, “Does that mean you can fuck me now?”

Ryan laughed, “You’ll need to let it heal for a couple of days.”

Tommy span round and sat up quickly, “A couple of days? I can’t wait that long.” He complained as he began to undress Ryan.

“I would love to fuck you. You turn me on so much but we really are going to have to wait. I don’t want to make your wounds any worse.” His face turned a little more serious and he grabbed Tommy’s hands. “I have some good news and bad news,” he said.

Tommy’s stomach turned, “What’s the bad news?”

“I sail home in two weeks.”

Tommy sat back on his heels looking horrified, “What’s the good news?”

“I have two weeks leave.”

Tommy didn’t see how that would make up for the fact Ryan was leaving in two weeks, his head hung low.

Ryan lifted his chin, “At least we’ll be able to spend that time together, can you get time off work?”

“I thinks so, Mr Rogers is pretty good and I haven’t had any time off in twelve months, why?”

“How do you fancy going to London?”

Tommy’s eye’s widened, “Fuck yeah!”

Ryan had to quickly put his hand over Tommy’s mouth to keep him quiet, at the same time laughing.

They kissed passionately and the trauma of what Bobby had done quickly dissolved away. He was so happy to be back in the arms of the man he loved. Knowing that penetration was out of the question they were more than happy to do Tommy’s second favourite position. They sucked on each other, bringing themselves close but delaying the inevitable until neither one could take no more. They flooded their mouths with each others semen as they drew the night to a wonderful climax.

Both exhausted they snuggled up under the bedclothes. Tommy loved how Ryan’s arms wrapped round him and held him tight, he felt safe and loved. This is how he wanted to spend the rest of his life. He shed a small tear of happiness before he drifted off to sleep.

* * *

London was a mess. Rubble lined the streets where magnificent houses once stood. Tommy felt pain when he remembered that his mother had been in one of those houses. Reaching the west end they checked into a small hotel.

“I’ve been told this place is very discreet,” he said.

“How do you know?” Tommy asked.

“While I was the POW camp I met a young british corporal and a sergeant We became kushinagar.net good friends and the Sergeant told me he ran a small hotel here in London.” He said as they approached the unassuming hotel.

When they entered the building a slender man with large green eyes and a balding hairline greeted them. His face was warm and friendly and Tommy immediately liked him.

“Ryan! I’m so glad you came.” The man greeted them. “And this must be Tommy. You never said he was this handsome.”

Tommy blushed.

“Arthur, it’s good to see you again,” Ryan replied.

At that moment a young man entered the foyer and greeted Ryan. He looked to be about nineteen and had strong cut features. His eyes were a bright blue and shone with enthusiasm.

“Tommy this is Arthur and Geoffrey, the couple I met at POW camp.”

As Tommy shook their hands he noticed a gleam in Geoffrey’s eyes.

“Are you two living together now?” Ryan asked.

“Shh, keep your voice down,” Arthur replied. “Walls have ears.” Ryan laughed.

“I’m staying here on leave for the moment but as soon as I get signed off I’m going to move in,” Geoffrey said.

Tommy felt pleased for them but jealousy too knowing he would have to wait for his man.

“Let’s get you checked in,” Arthur said.

They were given the best room in the hotel which over looked the street. As soon as they were inside Tommy flung himself at Ryan and they kissed passionately.

“Such young love,” Arthur said from the doorway.

Tommy panicked not realising the door was open.

Arthur laughed, “It’s ok sweetheart, everyone who stays here is.. Let’s say of our persuasion.” He then whispered, “It’s a queer hotel.”

Tommy’s mouth was wide open. A hotel just for queers? He’d never even considered the idea.

“Oh and if you want some extra fun we operate an open door policy. Strictly off the record of course,” Arthur added as he left leaving the door ajar.

“What does he mean?” Tommy asked.

“Leaving the door open at night is an invitation for other men to join you.”

Tommy gasped and quickly closed the door. “No way! I’m not sharing you with anyone!”

Ryan laughed as Tommy jumped on him and wrestled him to the bed. In seconds they were naked and making love.

That evening Arthur and Geoffrey took them to a private gentlemen’s club where homosexual men could meet. It was an eye opener for both Tommy and Ryan. There were men from many different walks of life, class seemed to have no boundary. What surprised them the most was to see men dancing together.

Ryan and Tommy were both very popular. Tommy had never been the centre of so much attention before. The owner talked them into having their photograph taken saying young love like this should be captured for prosperity.

They had a wonderful time, not having to worry what people thought of them. They danced and they kissed. It felt truly liberating to be showing each other affection in front of like minded people.

That night back at the hotel Tommy was shocked to see several doors ajar as they walked to their room.

“Are they…erm..”

“Expecting visitors?” Ryan said.

“Yeah.”

“I guess so.”

As they passed one room the door was open wide enough to see the occupant. On the bed was a naked man stroking his very hard cock. He beckoned Tommy to join him but Tommy grabbed Ryan’s hand and they ran back to their room.

“Oh my god! Did you see that?” Tommy gasped as he locked the door.

Ryan laughed. “I guess he’s a bit horny.”

“No way I could ever do anything like that.”

“You know a lot of these men are married.”

“Like you.”

“Yeah I guess so. It must be awful for them to be trapped in a loveless marriage knowing the only thing you want is illegal and this is the only way to find it. I’m not going to let that happen to me.”

Ryan stared out of the window, Tommy could tell he was thinking.

“What if I wasn’t around? I mean if for some reason we couldn’t be together?” Ryan asked.

“Don’t say that. I never want to be without you,” Tommy climbed onto Ryan’s lap. “But if that was the case then I wouldn’t go with anyone. I wouldn’t want to sully your memory.”

“You might feel differently at the time.”

“No Ryan, I mean it. You’re the only man I ever want.”

* * *

During their stay in London Tommy was able to visit the grave of his mother for the first time since she was buried. He was so grateful to Ryan for letting him do that. That day was very sullen for Tommy.

The two weeks flew by far too quickly. He knew they would have to part soon but he kept that thought locked in the back of his mind.

* * *

Back at the village Inn, Ryan was lying on his back with Tommy resting his head on his chest. Ryan idly stroked and tousled Tommy’s hair. They were both breathless after making love twice in a row.

“That was our last time together,” Tommy said in a trance like state.

“I know.”

Tommy looked up to Ryan, “I don’t want you to go.”

“I wish I didn’t have to either but I have to see my son. I don’t care about her but I just can’t leave my son, the both of you mean the world to me.”

“Wish I could go with you,” Tommy sulked putting his head back on Ryan’s chest.

They fell silent for a while, then suddenly Ryan leapt out of bed and rummaged round the room.

“What are you doing?” Tommy asked.

“Ah!” Ryan said finding what he was looking for.

He took a pencil and wrote something on a card, “This is my address in South Dakota,” he said handing the card to Tommy, “Write to me.”

Tommy looked at him blankly, “We’ll work something out, I don’t know what yet, but if there’s a way then we’ll find it. You, me and my son.”

Tommy smiled, he looked at it then put it in his trousers, “I’ll write my first letter tomorrow,” he beamed.

Climbing back into bed Ryan pulled Tommy tight, “I love you so much it hurts.”

They kissed and Ryan managed to coax another load out of Tommy before they drifted off to sleep.

* * *

The following morning Tommy sat on his bike outside the airbase. Near him was a group of local girls, all come for the same reason, to say goodbye to their GI boyfriends. Tommy noticed Doris looking at him, if only she knew. He watched with extreme sadness as one by one the trucks left taking the GI troops back home.

Later that day as he helped Mr Rogers in the store he overheard the women talking about Bobby Jones. He’d forgotten about him and he became anxious now that Ryan wasn’t there to protect him.

“He’s disappeared,” one woman said.

“Good riddance I say, he was nothing but a menace. I’m sure it was him that killed my poor Fido,” another woman added.

“Yes and the way he would look at the girls, disgusting.”

Tommy listened carefully, he felt relief that Bobby would no longer be a threat, but what had happened to him?

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