Atonement! K

Atonement! K

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Sitting in a food court at Pat Henry Mall he feasted on a chicken sandwich and fries while she got a slice of pizza and also fries. They sat down for an express lunch since she had a report to work on and he had a shift at the office (many reports). It really was beginning to look like this thing they had, a fireball of sex from the start, was about to turn into something of a relationship.

But a halter hit today, “I won’t really be able to get together until Thursday night, but I do want to see if we could make some plans for Thursday night.” So in communicating their cause could advance.

“Did you want to do something Friday, too. I don’t think I told you – it’s my birthday.” She fingered her crust while looking down at the tray. Maybe she was a bit nervous about the reply, maybe it was a test of interest.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m working again that night, I can do a lunch like this in the daytime…”

His interest and his offer was enough for now, “OK. That’ night’s just as well anyways, I’ve set up something for the evening, gift for myself.”

“Oh, really. A date?”

“Well, I guess, well. You remember I told you something went missing from my room?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I know a little 22 year old bitch who has that and some other stuff to atone for.” She said and folded her lips down over her straw to take a long drink.

“Oh, OK, I get it. Well on that thought, maybe with Thursday night we could finish settling certain scores ourselves, but if you’d rather not because of your birthday …”

“No, no,” she was afraid now that her seriousness Side Escort was at test, “let’s…” a sigh and eyes closed, “… Let’s get this done. I told you I’d do what it takes, now let’s get it taken care of.”

“You sure?” She nodded, so he added, “OK, I’ll need you to write something down that you need to have ready and typed that afternoon…”

On Thursday, early, she was at a class, which he knew about, when he went by her place. He wanted to set some things up. His knock was met by a sleepy-eyed roomie wearing only a baseball shirt, unbuttoned but held together, and skinny yellow panties. She waved fumblingly for him to come in and stepped aside for him. Seeing it was him she no longer felt the need to even try to hold the shirt closed, but still did keep her eyes pinched thight against the streaming light of day. He explained what he wanted to do there just then and Lynette, in a weak version of her usual prance, escorted him to the bedroom to point out the appropriate drawers in the dresser. Lynette bent to open one drawer for him and the shirt edged up over her buttocks. He swore to himself at the sightly view she gave him – albeit clad in panties, this was a fine ass and he could just make out the shapes of what else was there. He sorted through picking out the clothes he needed the girly to have for the night, and lay an outfit out on the bed with a note that simply said ‘wear these’.

“Okay, Lynette, I’m off, thanks.” He called into her room, but from the hall he teasingly added, “I uh, I heard that y’all had some sort of burglar who is being Side Escort Bayan brought to justice tomorrow …”

“Ha Ha!” Sardonically and tiredly the reply eked out of the dark bedchamber, then, “Hey, come here.”

Not knowing why he did as he was bidden, “Hmm?”

“You remember what I told you I was working on?”

“Hmm?”

“Well, my pussy. I wanted her vibrator to try to train my pussy to accept bigger things, I mean it’s a big vibe, and all.”

“Uh, does that really work that way?” He questioned but with a skeptical smirk. He had stepped inside enough to see her, shirt now off, laying face down. The bed seemed gigantic with her form in it.

“Well,” she rolled her head his way, then rolled and scooted to lay on her side propped on an elbow, “I don’t know. You’d have to see to tell me.” Already exposing her small breasts for him she then reached down to her panties and moved the crotch aside, “Can you come look?”

Always amazed at these two girls’ openness he did climb onto the bed to get a look and using his finger he probed her labia apart. Well, for starters her labia were … looser and closed better over her inner vagina. He hummed, “Hmm,” as he feigned an analytic aire for a second and, yes, it seemed her opening, though still only wide enough to accept a couple of fingers, was doing so fleshier. He was still skeptical that this was the way to go about what she sought, but her self articulation seemed to be perhaps bringing some … swelling. He told her it seemed that she maybe had made a little difference, “Is your Escort Side boyfriend helping you at all?”

“Well, he’s sorta unaware of the, um, project” He wasn’t used to Lynette’s voice’s morning tones. Normally higher pitch, this morning sound was comparatively husky, perhaps smoky, “besides his size is not really a challenge.”

“So are you still going to work on it?”

“With your help,” she lay back still holding the panty aside, “If you’d oblige?”

He answered by simply opening his jeans and climbing onto her fully. When his already attentive penis made the barest contact with her he paused, “How about a condom?”

“We don’t have time and I don’t have one, let’s just do this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mr. if you don’t put it in me and gap my cunny now…”

With that he pressed in all at once, “what a difference a little moisture makes.”

“Shh, let’s just do it, really I’m going back to sleep soon,” she said though even this little bit of play had her pretty much awake.

They fucked pretty much straight forward, missionary, though to enhance his work she brought her ankles up to where she could hold them. Still very tight, but her was sure he wasn’t hurting her this time as he settled with a nice even stroke and with an inch or two short of fully penetrating her. After cumming he cleaned off with a washcloth which she followed up with though she fingered out a bit of his excess, which he was becoming accustomed to seeing her do, and licked her finger clean.

She lay back on her elbows and demurred a sigh and a “Thank you.” And he noticed she was going to lay back down without even adjusting her panties back. “Lock the door back.”

“Hmm, OK.” And he left. She did fall asleep quickly after turning on the remote ceiling fan which soothed her warm-rubbed vagina – not so raw this time.

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Are You Ready for Some Football

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It wasn’t that I minded my husband watching sports all day. I just hated spending a whole day watching sports when we hadn’t seen each other all week. He had been out of town for two weeks. For me, a week without a man seemed like a month. We were free to satisfy our urges with others but after a couple of weeks without getting any, I always wanted to break the fast with my husband. The fact that he had finished off his business trip by fucking one of his clients didn’t sit well either. I would normally have been really mad because I had stayed abstinent but I really like watching him screw slight, Asian women. (Thank you iSight camera.) There is something about the way he just picks them up and puts them in the position he wants and the way they just lay there while he pumps them that really gets me going. And while skinny, this one had a pretty nice pair of breasts. The way they bounced and shook as he did his thing made me long to be bounced myself. I gave myself a pretty intense orgasm but there’s nothing like a man in the flesh.

Unfortunately, my current man in the flesh (i.e. my husband) was more interested in football. He had already taken my hand off his thigh and given me the “I’m watching the game” look twice. I wasn’t going to get anything until the game was over. If his precious Raiders could have at least been close to winning, I would have understood. But with the game over at half, I didn’t see why we couldn’t go home and get down to things. With nothing else to do, I got myself acquainted with the bar tender. He was pretty cute but he had his eyes planted firmly on the asses of the twenty-two year old waitresses running around in their bike shorts. As he continued to pour me beers, I continued to flirt. I was buzzed and getting hornier by the moment. My husband was so into the game he hadn’t noticed that I had ripped my Raider jersey at the color to create a lower neckline. I may not have the biggest breasts but men can’t help but look at any women’s chest where there might be some cleavage. “Screw the Raiders,” I thought. “My losing streak is going to end Side Escort today.” It was just a matter of who was going to be the lucky guy.

My artificial creation of cleavage had worked. The bartender set up shop in front of me and while he tried to sneak looks down my shirt, I turned to tequila to make the inevitable sex in a kitchen or closet more attractive. (I’m a bed girl by nature.) As I set my shot glass down, I caught him again trying to sneak a peak. I leaned forward to increase the amount of gap in the shirt, “They’re yours for the asking…”

He looked over my shoulder and said “What about your husband?”

I turned and looked at my husband. His eyes never left the screen. “I’ll go ask him,” I said and I got up. My buzzed logic dictated that I give my husband one last chance. Somebody was about to get lucky. It was all up to my husband to decide who.

I plopped down next to him and put my hand on his thigh. I was leaning in – about to inquire about whether he wanted to come in my mouth or on my face – but before I could utter even one word, he lurched forward and shouted some generic comment a guy makes when his team isn’t doing well. That decided it. The bartender was going to land this piece of ass.

I turned to head back to the bar and was stopped in my tracks. That fucker was hitting on another girl. I don’t care if she was younger than me, had a tighter ass and a perkier rack. I know my way around a man and this ass was tossing me aside for some girl probably named Britney who had never had a dick go more than an inch into her mouth. I was pissed. Pissed and horny. I wasn’t going back to sit next that ass of a husband and I couldn’t stand the site of Britney fawning all over that asshole bartender. It seemed a perfect time to head to the bathroom.

I walked around to the back of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. As I made my way down the hall, I noticed the hallway not only lead to the bathrooms but also to rather large poolroom. I walked past the bathroom door to check out poolroom. At 10:30AM on a Sunday it was completely Side Escort Bayan empty – except for one man.

He was a big guy – about six foot two and he projected strength. He was wearing an unbuttoned flannel shirt with a white t-shirt with blue jeans and boots completing the ensemble. As my eyes ran down his body, I imagined what his thighs would look like flexing as he did me from behind up against a wall – hands on my hips with my face buried under my hair pressed up against the wall. As I snapped back into reality, I was acutely aware of myself. Not only were my nether regions moistening in preparation, my mouth was literally watering.

I tried to be cool as I crossed the room but the combination of the beer, tequila and absolute lust put a little swerve into my walk. I walked straight up to him, looked him in the eye and tore my jersey a little more. “Wanna a play?” I asked.

Thank god he wasn’t in the mood for foreplay. He immediately unzipped his pants and I immediately fell to my knees, sat back on my calves and shoved his cock down my throat. You know that feeling you get on your skin when you haven’t been swimming all winter and you jump into a pool for the first time, that’s how my mouth felt. In fact, that’s how my whole body felt. As I pulled him in and out of my mouth, I fought the urge to pull out his cock and rub it all over me. I wanted to feel it on my neck and on my cheek and on my back. I wanted to rub it between my thighs – feel in the crack of my ass.

I have deep throated plenty of men and he may have been the biggest but I’d never had less trouble putting a man farther down. I took my hands off his shaft and reached around with both hands to his ass. I began to pull him into my mouth all the while the need the feel that cock on my flesh growing.

I returned my hands to his rod and raised myself up. I pulled the cock out of my mouth and rubbed it on my face. I closed my eyes and moved my head back and forth as I allowed both cheeks to share the pleasure of touch with this monster. I rose up more and began Escort Side rubbing it on my lower neck and chest. As soon as it brushed my nipple, a lightning bolt shot down to my pussy.

He must have had a similar sensation. He lifted me up into the air. The way he just threw me around reminded me of my husband the night before last. He set me face down on the pool table, pulled off my shorts and lowered my panties to mid thigh. Instead of impaling me, he lifted me up and pulled me onto him. He raised my hips to the perfect height for fucking me. And fucking me was what he was doing. I wanted to scream but held it in. There I was, floating in the air doggy style – wave after wave of electricity shot through my body with each thrust. I wouldn’t be able to take much more. I didn’t want to take much more.

With no apparent struggle, he rotated me onto my side. With both his hands under my left hip and only my left shoulder touching the pool table, I floated in the air sideways, as my eruption became eminent. I looked up to see him staring down at me. With each thrust, I grew closer. He never showed one sign of fatigue. He just stared at me. My whole body felt like it was about to explode. Sensing his body was about to do the same, I rolled back onto my stomach. I started grabbing for something. I usually needed something for leverage but his strength had negated that need. I just needed something to squeeze. God I needed to come but I was holding out and just as I thought I might not be able to hold on any longer, I felt his eruption begin. He pulled me onto him urgently but without strain. It felt like he was two feet inside me when my muscles all contracted at once and my back arched yanking my head off the pool table. His hand came up to my shoulder to hold me completely in place as he finished depositing his load. My muscles gave up on me but he hadn’t finished. He continued to hold me in place as he finished his thrusting. I was literally putty in his hands.

He finally released me and I collapsed onto the pool table. He lifted me back to my feet and I collected myself.

He smiled and said, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to shooting pool.”

I smiled and walked away. My husband could take a lesson from this guy. After a screwing like that, I wouldn’t care if he watched football all day.

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At the Cabin with an Old Friend

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All participants in this story are over 18 and any resemblance to people living or dead is fully in the mind of the author. Another story I wish was actually me but is just a product of my imagination.

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The long drive had been tiring for both of them. Leaving early in the morning to beat the snow they were now only a short distance from the rented lodge but the weather had made a sudden turn for the worst a short while ago. It was heard to see and he was forced to hunch over the steering wheel looking out through the windshield as the defroster labored to keep the ice off and the wipers fought the sleet.

“Not much farther now I don’t think” Ryan said looking over with a tight grin at Violet. She was bundled into her heavy ski-jacket, hands white knuckled and clenched in her lap. She hated driving in bad weather and these mountain roads didn’t help matters.

They had been coming on ski vacations like this every few years since they were in high school. This was their first time back since they had finished university over two years ago. They were meeting two other old friends up at the chalet so it was planning to be a great weekend. If they could just get there through the inclement weather everything would be great. The trips were an exciting time with many great stories still being brought out years later at the few times when the friends could all get together.

The tires slid along the road as he coaxed the rental Jeep around a slow curve. For a moment they locked and put the car into a slide but Ryan managed to correct the skid and force the car around. Over the sound of the laboring wiper motors the radio was giving the weather report.

“The Cascades are seeing record snowfall and there is a storm warning for the Groom Mountain area. If you are traveling in this area please drive carefully and if you can stay off the roads until tomorrow when the plows have had a chance to get through…” the reporter was saying, merely confirming what they already knew.

“We are almost there, Vee. No reason to worry.” Ryan said, trying to stay positive even though he was a bit nervous about the drive as well. Vee was what he had called her since they had taken French together and he had heard the teacher call her Vee-oh-let. It had stuck.

“I’m okay Ryan, just keep your eyes on the road” her feet were pressed stiffly against the floorboards and he could see she was very tense. He resolved to get them there as safely and as quickly as possible. He put his mind on the road and powered on through the snow. The 4×4 more than was able to handle the last few inclines and within about ten minutes he saw the sign for the rental lodges.

“We made it!” he grinned. “I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

They pulled up to the main cabin and Ryan left the Jeep idling while he went in to confirm the reservation and get their keys. He came back about five minutes later and climbed back in.

“Well I have good news and bad news…” he said, “The good news is that they already have a fire going in the cabin to warm it up, the bad news is that Kris and Kate called ahead and they got stuck at the bottom of the mountain and can’t make it up until tomorrow. So it’s you and me, lady. Good thing we left early.”

They pulled the Jeep around the bend and stopped in front of the cabin. Within a few minutes they had the skis, groceries, and their other essential gear unloaded and inside the cabin. It was nicely appointed. It had thick rugs thrown across hardwood floors, a cheery fire burning behind a glass screen in the fireplace. There was a small fridge and freezer in the kitchen that was quickly filled with groceries, beer and the wine Violet liked.

Once they settled in Ryan started putting together a meal. They had been on the road most of the day and both needed to recharge. He expertly chopped vegetables for a salad and threw frozen lasagna into the oven for them to eat. He then cracked a beer for himself Alanya Escort and a bottle of wine for Violet and brought her a glass.

Violet had finally begun to relax from the stress of the drive up. She accepted the glass of wine with a nod of thanks and went to poke at the fire while he worked. She wasn’t much of a cook and knew to leave him to his own devices. Their friendship had long since gone past the point of needing to fill the air with chatter so they worked and sat in comfortable silence while the fire crackled and they waited for dinner to be ready.

Dinner was soon ready and they moved to the small table in the kitchenette to eat. They chatted about their lives and pretty much everything under the sun. As old friends often do they began to talk about much more intimate things in great detail. They talked about their most recent sexual experiences and dating mishaps. It turns out neither of them had been seeing much action with their active jobs taking up so much of their time. The drink and trusted companionship served to loosen them both up immensely and it felt almost like high school again. This added to the strangeness of just the two of them in the cabin instead of part of a larger group added an air of newness that had them both feeling charged.

Hours later, by around 9PM they were both seated in the living room. Violet was covered with a soft blanket lying on the small sofa with Ryan holding a beer leaning back against the front of it. He got up to go check the fire again, poking at the logs. A loud pop startled Violet and she started awake, sitting up, looking around blearily before again pulling the blanket up over her and curling up.

Ryan chuckled at this and went and turned off the little light in the kitchen, leaving on the bright light from the fireplace to illuminate the cabin. He then made his way to sit back down against the sofa. He put his beer down beside him and also began to watch the fire.

He was not sure how much time had passed when he opened his eyes. The fire had burned down significantly and was now just glowing embers. It was quiet in the cabin and as his brain tried to make sense of what woke him he felt a hand stroke his neck. It was Violet.

He froze.

Vee had never shown any interest in him despite some general flirtatiousness that was a part of her nature. This was new. He wasn’t sure if she was awake or not so he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her hand on his neck and ears. If he didn’t move he wasn’t taking advantage of her sleepiness, he thought guiltily but smiled. It would be hilarious if it turned out that Vee was a “groper”. A term they had devised in high school that was used to describe someone who was extremely touchy-feely when they slept. He laughed to himself.

After a few minutes of this her arm moved awkwardly to encircle his neck and her hand continued to stroke his chest. He tried to steady his breathing. She had very good hands. She nuzzled her face up close to the base of his neck and made contented sleepy sounds.

In the darkness Ryan couldn’t see that her eyes were wide open. She had been asleep earlier but had woken up a short while ago. Violet found the entire idea of them being stuck in the cabin alone together to be highly exciting. She had been having rather erotic dreams on that subject when she had woken to find him asleep, the fire down low.

She wasn’t sure if Ryan would be up for anything as he had never shown any interest in her romantically but she hadn’t been with anyone in awhile and it felt good to touch him.

It was harmless fun.

She ran her hand across his chest and stroked his side as she hugged him. He smelled very good, a light scent of vanilla; he always had the best colognes. She snuggled in even closer and began to breathe on the small of his neck. She kept the breaths deep to continue the illusion of sleep. She felt his hand rise up and stroke her arm and she almost Alanya Escort Bayan stopped moving, but to do that she would need to “wake up” and she wasn’t even sure if he was even still awake. She decided to keep going. His hand was gently rubbing her forearm as it held her hand and arm against his chest.

His hand slowly slid down to hers and began to stroke each finger, pinching lightly at the tips then moving back up to stroke again. It gave Violet goose bumps. This was the most intimate she and Ryan had ever been. She leaned forward a bit again feigning a sleepy sound and kissed his neck softly and sensually. She did it just the once.

Ryan pretended not to notice but he did press her hand to his chest just a little more firmly as she stroked him through his light fleece shirt. Had she just kissed his neck? He could feel his erection swelling in his jeans. Oh god! I will be in so much shit if she wakes up. His mind was racing.

He shouldn’t be doing this. The gentlemanly thing to do would be to get up and carry her into the small bedroom and put her to bed before too much more happened. He got ready to do just that.

Violet felt him tense and sensed he was truly awake. Playing her part to perfection she let her hand slide sleepily until it was just on his waist at his side. She moaned again and hugged him a little. She didn’t want him to know she was awake and she began to think the kiss had been a step too far. But part of her was still thinking of what it would be like if it went further. She let her hand rest there until he appeared to settle again. After awhile she then opened her hand on his thigh and began to run it back and forth along the outside of his leg. She leaned in and kissed his neck again.

This time it was Ryan that moaned. He couldn’t help it. This entire scene was too erotic. It was just a little one but it startled her just the same.

Even if he was asleep she was definitely having an effect on him. Her hand roamed back up to his chest lightly and again his hand found hers, stroking her soft skin. She was beginning to sweat a little under the warm blanket, her own excitement rising and she didn’t want to stop.

Taking a chance she slid her hand down his chest and over his stomach until it reached the waistband of his jeans. She let it rest there for a moment and then began to probe a little with her pinky finger, almost absently.

Ryan was out of his mind with the idea of Violet touching him but he didn’t have the willpower to get up anymore.

Violet’s hand moved into the waistband of his jeans but couldn’t get inside due to the awkward position; she made a frustrated sound and popped the button as if she had just been thwarted at something in her dream. She put her hand onto his now hard cock and leaned into his neck giving yet another contented sigh as she stroked him through his underwear.

“Violet, you are awake aren’t you?” Ryan said as she stroked him, feeling himself grow even harder.

“Not awake. Asleep. Quiet time now” she said, muffled by his neck, as she gave him another kiss trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

He turned his head to object to what was happening but she met his words with a kiss and clamped down sternly on his package, continuing to stroke it. They kissed for a short time and then he broke the kiss looking into her eyes. “Pretend your dreaming…” she said to him in a whisper.

She lay back down and peeled the blanket back so he could join her on the couch. He moved next to her and began to kiss her, as their passion grew their kisses grew to include necks and ears as well. Violet’s hands became entangled between them and she forced herself into a sitting position next to him. She rolled half on top of him and pressed him back down into the sofa kissing him wetly, her tongue moving into his mouth as her hand walked down his body to again grasp his hard penis through his underwear. A wet spot had Escort Alanya developed and she ran her thumb over it knowing it would be the sensitive head of his cock. She slipped her hand into his underwear as they kissed and his hands went to her bra clasp. They fought with each other’s clothing as they kissed, sitting up to remove her shirt and bra, lying back to get his pants, socks and underwear off before finally removing her pants.

“Stay right here” he said jumping up and padding across the floor to the one bedroom. The sounds of carnage came from the darkened room and a moment later he came padding out with the single mattress and some blankets and threw them on the ground before the fire. He looked so cute that she didn’t have the heart to tell him that the sofa was a pull-out.

“My hero” she laughed and pulled him down onto the mattress. It was strange. They both were nervous but it was still so comfortable.

Never one to stand on formality he threw her back on the mattress pressing her hands down as he laid his body atop hers. He could feel how wet she was and he hadn’t even touched her. He kissed her deeply and then began kissing his way down her body. He stopped when he reached the junction of her thighs and he immediately put his lips to her clitoris. He knew that she was very aroused already and his experience told him that she wasn’t looking for hand-holding curtain rustling sex. His tongue worked gently at her lips and clitoris as he ran his hands up to her breasts. He kissed her softly on the inner thighs; her hands were entwined in his hair as she moaned.

He buried his face into her wetness and thrust his tongue into her. He then replaced it with his fingers as he moved them in and out of her. He turned his hand over and began to gently massage the flesh on the inside of her vagina. Softly and rhythmically he worked eventually taking his mouth away and just concentrating on using his fingers to bring her pleasure. She arched her back on the mattress and thrust herself against his hand until finally she gave into her orgasm. He leaned in and gave her another lick just to see her jump a bit then moved up along side her.

“Good?” he asked, knowing smugly that it was. She hit him on the arm. Reaching down she grabbed him hard by the cock once as she sat up panting. “Bastard, you know it was.”

Walking forward on her knees she leaned forward onto the couch and looked back over her shoulder at Ryan. “Please fuck me” she said wiggling a little bit.

He positioned himself behind her and reaching forward grabbed her by the hair pulling back, forcing her to arch her back. He then slid his cock up and down her wetness before moving forward, sliding it in. He groaned as he pushed himself into her. She arched back against him so that he was deep inside of her. They say like that for a few minutes until he was sure he wasn’t going to come immediately. He then began to thrust inside of her. Smoothly his cock moved within her, his thrust growing stronger as she pushed encouragingly back. His grip on her hair was relaxed and he let go of her so he could put his hands on her ass and watch himself moving in and out. Violet pushed her head down onto the couch and then reached back between her legs to rub her clitoris. She knew that Ryan wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

He leaned forward as his thrusts became more urgent. She began to moan more loudly in time with his thrusts. He pushed himself up so he could kiss her back and then reached around her leg and back between her thighs so he could feel her fingers moving on herself. Their fingers moved together slickly and his thrusts became slower but more powerful.

With a final thrust he cried out and came within her. He held himself against her ass unwilling to move, it felt so perfect. He gave a few more gentle thrusts as she moaned happily. He kissed his way down her back until he was able to pull out of her without falling over. She then laughed quietly; head down on the sofa but looking back at him.

“It’s funny. We could have been doing this for years…”

He was stunned by the realization.

He could only nod and laugh helplessly as he then joined her next to the sofa and they cuddled up together.

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Anthology of a Slut Shanti Ch. 11

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I am in the first person this time – wanted to feel the pussy juices seeping out while I ooze my experiences and this tale is a very erotic one – one of my best in the various fucks over the period of my sexually active life.

I must have been 27 years that time and married to Sridhar for over 2 years now and remember the marriage day at his village Villupuram Tamil Nadu – his was a large family and there were 4 Uncles and 3 Aunts – and the Family elder was a 62 year old Shivnarayan known as Shivu – he was a bachelor by choice and had not married for reasons known to him and some in the family and after lot of coaxing in one of my whorish bouts – Sridhar confessed to a betrayal when Shivu was 19 – the woman to whom he was betrothed eloped with someone else and that was enough for Shivu to take it upon himself a different profile – and was known as an extremely amorous man who did not leave any damsel in the vicinity. He fucked women with ease and at will – and women fell in his lap with complete cooperation and nil inhibition.

I saw him on the marriage day –he conducted himself as the Family head and blessed them and at one occasion where he had to hold the hands of the couple – his fingers crept up on my wrist and the sensation reached her anal and cunt – flooding her with secretions inside the heavy silk dress I was wearing on the occasion of marriage. I was a glowing well fucked 24 year old in the wedding had been brought up mostly in urban places including a stay in Mumbai (India) and at 5 feet 6 inches, dusky fair in colour, extremely sexy looks moist face with good facials and sensuality oozing from every pore of my countenance, men and women alike imagined me in their sexual embraces 24/7. My vitals are 33-28-34.

So coming back to this episode – we all in the family including Chitra and my mother Geeta along with Sridhar were on our way to Villupuram for a family wedding – Sridhar’s cousin Smita was getting married and after that there were quite a few functions adjacent to this marriage and we were all going to be in the village for a month or more – it was an unusual situation for me – I had not had sex for quite a while now – all my paramours were traveling and it was quite a while since I had acquired new admirers though at the Bank there were a aream of mn wanting to go beneath my salwar and panty – but my strict principle deterred any liasions with men at work though there was one possibility – a customer who had been eyeing me a while now , rich man at 45 years and could be a possible money spinner, had to explore and close on him but for now there had been no sex since 45 days now and Sridhar was a non-exclusive member of this group , he had no urge to fuck me and that was important for any relationship when it came to calisthenics in bed with me – the man had to be interested in me and as I have shared getting interested in me is instant because my persona is a sexual paradigm which a man or a bisexual woman will find it hard to refuse.

One of Sridhar’s uncles was in charge of marriage arrangements and he was having a medium size room all for himself where all the materials of marriage was stored and he has a bed there where he used to sleep during night. Sridhar asked him whether he could sleep in his room for that night and he agreed for that. I slept in the room meant for the women and it was an eerie but exciting feeling – had not met Shivu yet and was told he had been to the neighboring village and would be back in the morning next day, the other uncles of Sridhar were like him – did not seem to have made much contribution to the progeny they claimed as ‘fathered’ – indeed started to believe that the other sons and daughters including Sridhar himself was a byproduct of Shivu – women would have loved to cozy in his bed and immediately went to bed and sleep with the virile man. It was rumored he had fathered at least 40-50 off-springs in the Village and quite a few in his own family. He was so amorous that some of his own aunts used to him to get their daughters and daughters in laws impregnated.

I thought in mind that me and my father-in-law’s brother Shivu have got same fate. Things went on by time, I started taking care of some formalities completely and even looking at the catering and managing the resource planning and also helping my mother-in-law. I had suddenly became a responsible woman, and started doing everything out here at my in-laws place though seriously loathed the bastard husband Sridhar – I pitied him for having to own a beautiful piece look me but not have the tool to drill the sculpture – have one of the finest green fields but not have the energy to plough the fields.

The next morning while coming out of the toilet – at a distance in the foreground of the main lawn in the vast expanse of the cottage – noticed some men and standing tall was my ‘target cock’ – Shivu – I had made up mind to fuck him though had seen him just once some 2 years ago and even that melee could not trace him out but could feel Antalya Escort him and there I saw him in a Tamil attire – nice angavastra and a silk lungi and my pussy leaks – dirty pussy and dirty ass – was not clean since 27 hours now and I started having crush on my father-in-law’s brother and slowly started having a womanly love for him.

I started feeling happy for my cunt which would be pounded soon by this 60 + man who was believed to possess libido and virility of a 18 year old, being close to him out here and helping the family with their family wedding and sadly Sridhar was missing, he was in Srilanka on an official mission and had deputed us, though I was happy for his condition.

We met and the eye contact was searing and shearing – it went beyond cordiality and I could see the lust in his eyes for me – he crossed me while I was at the porch and soon went inside the cottage with the other men – but his eyes told his intent loud and clear and made me shiver in the hot weather of summer down south in Tamil Nadu. Soon it was nreakfast time and all women were to assemble and serve the men – which included the senior and elders who ate in a dining chamber meant only for the elite’ – and by design or by desired planning the job of serving that area of dining chambers was given to me and another woman by the name Sneha. Both of us went and there were 5 men – I could recognize Raghavan Sridhar’s father, Shivu and there were 3 more who weren’t from the Family and most likely were the partners or village elders and were important for this event.

While serving the food – all eyes were pretty focused amongst them and animated discussion between the folks did not look out of the ordinary but at some point or the other noticed Raghavan signal to a man in the side of his to Sneha – and she looked at that man with awe and intent and Shivu noticed it and was pretty cut up with Raghavan for all those lascivious glances, something told me that Shivu had special attention reserved for Sneha and it became apparent when his left hand was behind her back kneading the buttock when went around to his side for serving him food – I could easily make out her age to be not to be more than 19 years – and she must be college going – the others noticed the touch and feel and as it was going on – came to know that the man who was sitting next to Raghavan was Ayappan – Sneha’s uncle – mother’s brother and both the mother and Sneha had been bred by Shivu – and Raghavan was also involved in some of the bouts though not as virile or active or strong in bed – as Shivu.

During Sambhar serving and payasam provisioning – noticed some streaks on his moustache and he called me over and asked me to wipe it with the tissue and while I tried doing it – my hands trembled and he held them firmly and sensually – he was sending me the right signals and Raghavan was quick to disapprove, he did not want his daughter in law to be consumed by the Rasputin in the Village but as I said fate is not in the hands of the observers , it is between the two who connect and the fire on both the sides – Shivu and me was equally strong.

Later in the day I noticed Sneha cross over to the cattle barn and disappear and soon from a distance noticed Shivu going in the same direction – could not hold myself and went after them and the door was ajar – as if they really did not care if some would voyeur around – that was brazen and open shameless depiction of copulation which I was about to witness – and something told me – it was planned keeping in mind my watching it which became obvious.

Shivu pulled the young lass down with him into the tall willowy grass of the sand dune. He’d carried her far enough away so that he knew they would not be disturbed, and the fact that she had come with him made him know that he could do what he wanted with her and not that he hadn’t really known that all along and there were few women who cared to resist him for one reason or another, and the reason was usually that he knew just how to get to them.

He’d been watching this one ever since she came to the house. She was his sister-in-law Ratna’s personal lass and she was not more than 19, dark haired and freckle-faced. What a little beauty. He’d gotten her out of the house in her full lass’s regalia, that ridiculous gray and white saree with the ruffled blouse in front just like some old fashioned Tamil lass going on. Shivu pushed himself down over the faintly struggling woman’s body and kissed first the nape of her neck, and then started pulling away the top of her uniform. It was easy enough to pull the zipper down and to spread the front of it so that he could touch and kiss her pale freckled shoulder. She giggled and protested, but his hands sought out the small round orbs of her breasts, beneath the prim little brassiere that she wore. Christ, he hadn’t been with a woman who wore a brassiere in so long, it felt positively wicked! Suddenly, he knelt up and pulled her up to her knees in front of Antalya Escort Bayan him.

“Beautiful!” he cried, “you’re exquisite!”

“Sssss Uncle … Oh … please …!” The lass, Sneha, was blushing and looking down into the thatched bed before them. She wanted to run away, but yet she knew she couldn’t. At the same time, she felt flattered that Shivu Pillai had been paying all this attention to her. For the past two weeks now he had been whispering compliments into her ear whenever he saw he about the house, and now today what with everyone gone and the others either resting in the blockade of rooms reserved for the wedding or gone to town themselves for the sight- seeing on the day, and the wives of his brothers all the Ms. Pillai up in their room, he’d found her and taken her out to walk on the barn.

Sneha thought about the letter she’d been writing to her boyfriend in the Army and when he returned they would be married. How wonderful that she had not gotten pregnant in spite of having given into him the night before his departure for Mizoram. She was not pregnant and no one would know of the evil thing she had done. It had, after all, been very quick, and she’d scarcely felt a thing, except the initial pain and then a few quick thrusts and she’d waited and then Jose told her that it was over. Shivu Pillai had told her she could finish writing the letter later that a beautiful day like today wouldn’t wait for them to enjoy it, and now here she was.

He was so strong … so good looking and his fingers seemed to burn her skin wherever he touched her. He was like a young god kneeling before her, and she felt unaccountably lowly and ashamed in his presence. She also felt strength of emotion at his insistent nearness, his touching and his kissing that she could not remember ever feeling with her boyfriend, Johnny. She felt herself beginning to tremble even though the sun was very warm as Shivu began to peel away her uniform. Bit by bit it was being taken off of her there in broad daylight and even though there was no one about for miles she seemed to feel eyes on her. Everyone would see her, know what she had done. But she remained limp unable to understand why she did not stop the young master of the house. He was famous … they were all famous and they brought all those wonderful people she had only seen in magazines to the house, and now she was here alone with him, and he wanted to be with her!

Shivu’s hands smoothed downward pushing her saree down along her torso until it rode around the young woman’s full rounded hips. Then he pulled it all the way down treating his eyes to her blushing beauty, her almost schoolwoman attitude as her semi-nakedness was revealed bit by bit to his lusting eyes. Soon she was wearing nothing but stockings and panties and her high heeled pumps. Her dark curly hair blew in the wind as ashamed and the young woman avoided his stare. The soft nakedly trembling protrusion of her breasts now freed from the enclosing fabric of her cotton brassiere seemed to be just waiting for Shivu’s lips to take the brown nipples in like ripe berries that he would suck for a long while.

Shivu ran his hands up the length of Sneha’s calves, letting the thin skin of her nylon stockings sing beneath his fingers until he touched the nakedness of her fully rounded thins and then her panties and then her small waist. He hooked his thumbs in at the top of her panties and pulled them down exposing a gently rounded belly with deeply inset navel and then as he continued rolling the nylon material, the dark twining curls of the daughter of his partner woman’s pussy hair became evident.

“Ah!” Shivu cried, feeling his hunger for the woman mounting by the second. Sneha squirmed and began to whimper.

“No … no … oh, pleassseee don’t, Mr. Pillai!”

But they both knew that it was too late for that sort of thing and she did not protest as he slid down both her panties and stockings which were attached together by snaps. Sneha felt cold now that she was naked and she felt her entire body begin to quake. Shivu had replaced her high heels upon her naked feet and she felt utterly strange … dreamlike, sitting there in the sand with him like that. She felt it couldn’t be really happening to her, and yet she knew it was, and Shivu Pillai was undressing in front of her, moving with an urgency that frightened her. His hard and muscular body stood tensed and naked before her within seconds and she found herself staring at the hard-up-thrusting weapon of his penis. It was long and fiercely red, the bloated tip fully emerged from the thick foreskin as the sturdy vein covered shaft bobbed expectantly before her. The young woman uttered a cry, her eyes big as saucers as she stared mesmerized at the lewd sight of her employer’s masculinity.

Like it?” Shivu inquired, his voice thick with lust as he moved toward her.

Sneha began to mindlessly shake her head from side to side as Shivu bent over her. Underneath Escort Antalya her bare back she could feel the shifting sand grinding into her sensitive skin. She was so frightened that she felt frozen to the spot. How had she ever gotten herself into this? But then his chest was pressing against her nakedly quivering breasts and pushing against her so hard that she was pressed deeper and deeper into the thatched dried graa and all lucid thoughts were being erased from her mind. This familiar man … one of the brothers of the Pillai family was really a total stranger to her. She had never once dared to think of him like this, flushed with desire, naked … his nakedness touching her, pushing against her! His mouth crushed against her parted lips, and she had one last thought of her boyfriend, off fighting in the war … somewhere in danger at the very moment perhaps while she … Shivu’s tongue entered her mouth and suddenly she swallowed it hungrily, feeling excitement building inside her shivering body.

The 62 year old scion of the Pillai family was breathing hot moist air all over her and then all his weight was on her and Sneha knew that within moments she would be penetrated by that fearsome looking instrument she had seen between his legs. When she had been with Jose that one night she hadn’t even seen him … he’d spared her that! But now, she knew, in fact she could already feel its hardness against one of her thighs. Would it ever fit inside her? “Oh, lord, does he think,” as she wondered, “that I’m some experienced whore?”

His heavy legs were pressing against hers now and he shifted upward letting the fiery pole of his desire-hardened cock pulse against her flat brown belly. “I … I’ve only done it once before!!” she blurted out suddenly, and she was startled by his response. At first he looked surprised and then he flung his head back and laughed a few short peals of laughter that made a coughing sound in his throat. Brusquely, he stopped, and his face mirroring his lewd intentions, Shivu Pillai whispered to the girl, “There’s always a second time. You’ll like it … you’ll see!”

With one sudden movement, Sneha’s legs were being parted by his leg and the rubbery head of Shivu’s pulsating cock was sliding inside the narrow cleft of her dark-haired pussy.

“OH!” It moved up and down and back and forth slowly within the moist confines of the young girl’s seeping cunt until Sneha heard herself moan and call out his name. “Ooooh … mmmisss …mister Pillai!” she cried, and the old lawyer in his conceit did not bother to tell her to call him by his first name. It simply wasn’t necessary.

Sneha’s unprotected secret passage began to sense what it could be like to feel that burning, sliding cock rising inside her soft almost unused vagina. She wanted it as she realized with a certainty that alarmed her. She had finally truly come to the bad end her mother had long ago predicted for her when she was caught up in the attic playing doctor with the neighbor’s son. Yes … she wanted it and in spite of all her upbringing and going to temple every Thursday and Jose off fighting in the North east. She wanted him so badly that she felt she would scream for him to hurry any moment and his hands were moving, working steadily at her soft naked breasts and they felt raw and swollen. That was all that seemed to exist of her now … her stinging yearning breasts and the moist pussy that accepted the blunt tip of her employer’s swollen cock as it rubbed obscenely against her tiny hair-lined slit, creating an unbearably increasing friction.

“OH OH OH OH OH OH OH!” she chanted, squirming down into the shifting blades of the fry grass bed. She started pushing her hips up higher and higher, trying to get a release from the torment he was creating inside her, but Shivu’s lust-hardened cock continued to tease the young teenage maid’s tormented hair-fringed pussy until wildly, she began to claw at his naked back.

“Oh … please … I can’t stand it … I can’t stand it!” she cried in a raspy voice that made Shivu’s hair stand on end. He was sweating profusely and every muscle in his eager lean body was tensed toward the moment that was to come. The thick rubbery head of his desire-bloated penis stopped its incessant rubbing between Sneha’s soft fleshy cunt lips and slid down, poised at the tiny pink entrance to her wide-spread seeping vagina. Hastily, his hands went underneath her legs drawing them up so that they splayed outward and nestled for comfort upon his back, her high heels digging for support.

“You SLUT!” he exclaimed. “There was really nothing better on earth than cunt!” he thought, as he let his swollen penis part the sparse black pubic hairs and insinuate itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded the small pussy opening, burrowing, sliding, and at last finding just the right central place. His muscles started jerking involuntarily as he began to push and push hard against her, feeling the softness of her down there opening up, giving against his driving hardness, the petal-like lips parting as the little hair-fringed mouth between her pale open thighs gave way unwillingly in one sudden thrust. Shivu rammed halfway up inside the trembling, almost virgin passage of the young woman’s wide-held cunt.

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Mary Jane swallowed apprehensively as she helped Steven Cornwall pull his shirt off over his head, kick off his boat shoes, unbuckle his trousers and slide them down his legs. Her best girlfriend’s husband leered lazily at her. He pulled off his socks and dropped his briefs. Now he was as naked as she was with one difference. She held the envelope he’d just given her. Inside were five one hundred dollar bills that she would get for having sex with him. Across the room, Poppy Cornwall looked on with a benign smile from a club chair. Unlike the other two, Poppy was still fully dressed and sitting with an open laptop across her knees. The nude girl made a beseeching face.

“Relax, MJ,” Poppy responded, “Not a man in a thousand knows his way around the female body the way my Stevie does. He was trained by the best—my mother, in fact. Today you’re going to find out how sex can be when you’re not hooked up with some slacker dude. My guy is going to make you come and come again and again. You may even beg for mercy. And while he’s at it, I’ll take notes and afterwards you and I will have a little discussion about what other things you need before starting your exciting new career.”

It had begun a week before in the sauna.

*****

An hour of Pilates in the university gym left both Poppy and Mary Jane sweaty and tired so a trip to the sauna was in order to give their muscles a chance to relax and not be sore in the morning. As they threw their towels down on the cedar benches and splashed a dipper full of water on the hot rocks, Poppy looked at her friend.

“MJ, this class may be hard but what it’s done to your shape is a wonder. Girl, you are tight!”

Mary Jane dimpled. “Thanks, but all I’m trying to do is keep up with you. I can’t figure out why a chick that looks the way you do is majoring in Bus. Admin. and Finance. I’d have you pegged for either Drama or Media Communications. Somehow I can’t picture you behind a big desk in a pin-striped power suit.”

Poppy snorted. “And you’d be right on target. I’m not studying this stuff because I want to, MJ. I really wanted to teach primary kids but Mom insisted that the family firm needs financial acumen at the top. Grandmother O’Malley has announced that she is going into semi-retirement on her seventieth birthday so she can devote the rest of her working life to her charities. I happen to know that’s a big lie because she still has a few clients she is very fond of and she’ll still be seeing them but most of the administration will fall to my mother and I need to be at her side as an advisor.”

“So you won’t be confined to a cubicle for the next fifteen years? Good for you. And at least you’re married. All the rest of my friends are frantically trying to get internships with big corporations so they can ‘Lean In’ and make ‘Important Contributions’ before finding some other corporate type and starting a family. It’s really depressing. My mother is a lawyer; one grandmother is a judge and the other a doctor—hyper-achieving women run in my family clear back to Suffragette days and if I don’t look like I’m carrying on the same way I won’t be able to show my face at Thanksgiving.”

“So? What are you going to do?”

“Well, it looks like I’m going to law school. I scored really high on my LSAT and that looks less miserable than other options. It’s just that lawyers in big firms work such damned long hours! I mean, sixty-hour weeks can’t be good for you. When do you have a life?”

By now the sweat was really flowing down their faces and dripping off the tips of noses and nipples.

“Shower time,” Poppy announced and they wrapped themselves in the towels and headed for the cold water.

The next day Poppy sought out Mary Jane in the student cafeteria and plopped down next to her. “MJ, I’ve been thinking.”

“Now you’re getting dangerous, Poppy.”

“Always. Anyway, there isn’t any reason why you would have to fight to join some New York or Washington law firm. My father-in-law’s firm has been in practice here in the state capitol for over a hundred twenty years. They work reasonable hours and still make plenty of money. You could start interning with them, clerk your way through law school and then join the firm when you pass the state bar.”

“Oh, right. As if it were that simple.”

“MJ, Cornwall, Cordoba and Cho have been reciprocal clients with Gram’s since pioneer days. If I ask Papa Andy for something related to both companies he’d give it to me. Simple it is.”

“But Poppy, how does my going to work for your FIL’s law firm benefit whatever it is that your grandmother’s business does?”

Poppy stuck a carrot stick between her teeth, snapped it off and grinned wickedly at her friend. “You know, I think it’s time you paid a visit to Asphodel’s.”

*****

A couple of days later Poppy drove her jeep into the underground garage of the oppressively respectable Hotel Gentian but instead of finding a place to park, she drove to a big roll-up door and Antalya Escort pressed a button on her key ring. The door opened and when she drove through, a tuxedoed, smiling valet stepped forward and opened each door and helped each girl out.

“Thank-you, Juan. Juan, this is my best girlfriend Mary Jane Hartwell. MJ, this is Juan Costada, Asphodel’s chief valet. Juan, be a dear and leave the jeep near the front. We probably won’t be more than an hour. I’ve just got to talk some things over with Grandmother.”

“Of course, Poppita, and you will need to get back to school right after that, no?”

“Not today, Juan. I only have class Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I just have to get back to the house and make sure Steve isn’t making a total mess of the kitchen. Great cook, my hubby, but the mess he makes? Sheesh!”

Juan laughed and drove the jeep away as the two friends walked over to the elevator and pushed the call button. It opened immediately. Inside, the controls showed buttons for two basements and five floors but instead of pushing one of them, Poppy took out a key and inserted it in a lock above the fifth floor.

“What?” Mary Jane looked puzzled.

“MJ, Asphodel’s isn’t the kind of place people can just ‘happen into’. A lot of people in this city know the name but most of them think it’s just a story.” The elevator rose swiftly through five floors and then past them. Then the doors opened. “However,” Poppy continued, “as you can see, it’s perfectly real.”

Mary Jane looked around, astonished. It looked as though they had arrived in the bar of a very expensive restaurant or possibly an exclusive private club. Rich carpet covered polished hardwood floors, inviting comfortable lounge chairs sat next to small drinks tables in front of paneled walls hung with fine art. An elegantly dressed, sliver-haired woman approached them.

“Poppy, darling!”

“Hi, Gram!” The older and younger women hugged tightly and them Poppy turned to MJ. “Grandmother, this is my best girlfriend, Mary Jane Hartley. MJ, my grandmother Azalea O’Malley.”

MJ shook hands under the warm smile of the patrician woman. OMG, she’s nearly seventy? Damn, I’ve got to learn how she does it. I’d kill to look like that when I turn seventy. “How do you do, Ms. O’Malley? This is a very impressive—office?”

Azalea cocked an eyebrow at Poppy who grinned mischievously and shook her head slightly. “Dear,” she said to MJ, “it’s not an office, it’s a bordello. In fact, if you were to ask anyone in state government or most of the major businesses around, it’s the bordello.”

Mary Jane was gobsmacked. “A—a bordello?”

“Yup,” Poppy laughed, “the oldest, most reputable and definitely most expensive bordello in the state. It’s been in operation pretty much continuously for over a hundred years. My thrice great-grandmother started it. It’s named after her.”

“Have you turned twenty-one, yet Mary Jane?” Azalea asked.

“Er, yes, last month.” MJ didn’t know what else to say.

“Oh good, there’s some excellent champagne on ice. Clarence, if you would be so kind?”

An immaculately dressed, muscular young man set three flutes on a table near several luxurious chairs and taking a frosted bottle pulled the cork with the merest whisper of escaping gas. Then, taking each glass in turn, he filled it up and handed it to each woman. Wrapping a linen napkin around the neck, he backed silently away.

Mary Jane took a sip and blinked in astonishment. It was like nothing she’d ever tasted before. As legend had it, she felt as if she was drinking stars.

“I brought MJ over so she could understand why it will be so easy to get her an internship with Papa Andy’s firm. She doesn’t believe me.”

Azalea flashed a smile. “Dear, skepticism is an excellent attitude for a budding attorney, especially here in the state capitol. When dealing with politicians always make sure you get paid up front, whatever you’re selling. However, the simplest way is to ask him yourself.” She looked at a diamond-encrusted watch that hung from the platinum chain around her neck. “Poppy’s mother is entertaining him, again, and they always like to take their time but he should be out about the time we finish this bottle.”

“M—m—mother?”

“It’s a family business, dear, and darling Andrew is one of Camellia’s favorite clients. Poppy’s rather fond of him, too.”

Mary Jane nearly choked on her champagne. She turned wild eyes to her friend.

“I sure am. Stevie and I had been fooling around all through high school but we’d never gone all the way before Mom started training me. By the time I had all the skills down, they set the price for my virginity at forty thousand. The bidding could have taken it higher but Papa Andy exercised a sort of right of first refusal to prevent me from getting deflowered by some complete stranger. He’s a wonderful lover. I can’t often talk him up here for an hour’s fun because he has some issues with bonking his daughter-in-law Antalya Escort Bayan but I keep telling him, Stevie screws Mom, Dad does Mama Janey and he does Mom. Why the heck should he worry about fucking me?”

“And me, of course,” Azalea said smiling like a well-canaried cat, “I was his first and a man never forgets his first woman. Some time the three of us need to take him into one of the basement rooms and tie him to something. We could tease and tantalize him for quite some time before letting him go to chase us. More champagne, MJ?”

Her mouth and eyes wide with speechless astonishment, Mary Jane nodded and held out the glass. Alcohol seemed like a very good idea right now, lots of alcohol. Trying desperately not to drain it all at once, she took a good swallow and asked, “And this is the business you’re studying finance for?”

Poppy shook her head vigorously. “Oh no, Mom will run Asphodel’s and the rest of the family holdings—well, the trusts and various funds pretty much take care of themselves. What I’m going to eventually take over is the retirement funds.”

“Re—retirement funds?”

“Oh yes, ” Azalea raised an emphatic finger, “even with paying the house half of each fee, the young ladies here still bring down between four hundred thousand and a half million a year. They can’t legitimately spend anywhere near that, of course, even after taxes so it has to be managed for them. And managed it is. This way after a ten or fifteen year career here each girl owns her own home is some quiet town and has enough socked way in blue chip investments that she never has to work again, no matter how long she lives. It’s a serious responsibility and one that Poppy will take some years to learn before taking it on alone. Not that all of them move away. There are a few who come back after getting married and having a couple of kids and work part time, mostly for the fun of it.”

“Yeah,” Poppy interjected, “like my mother and MIL. Not that they’re the only ones.”

Azalea nodded, “Yes, there are a few of the local ladies who come in during the lunch hour as hobbyist courtesans. Ah, dear Mr. Cornwall!”

By now good and tipsy from three champagnes on an empty stomach, Mary Jane looked up to see a tall, well-built man in an impeccable blue pinstripe suit coming out of the hallway. Seeing them all, his face lit up in a huge smile and he swept toward them. He kissed both Azalea and Poppy though not in the manner MJ would have expected. Rather than the familial peck on the check Andrew Cornwall kissed both his daughter-in-law and her grandmother full on the mouth. It wasn’t precisely passionate but passion was an obvious option.

“Mr. Cornwall,” Poppy began, “this is my best girlfriend, Mary Jane Hartley. She has just received really high marks on her LSAT so she thinks she should go to law school. I think she should go to work for you as an intern until she finishes college. Then she can clerk for the firm until she passes the state bar. What do you think?”

Mr. Cornwall looked benignly down at the petite brunette. “Really? How high, Ms. Hartley?”

“Uh, one seventy-one?”

Mr. Cornwall whistled. “And you graduate when?”

“This is my junior year, sir.”

“And naturally you will apply to law school here. Well, I sit on the board of directors so there isn’t any point in your applying anywhere else; you will be accepted. So, yes, Poppy, I think she definitely should intern in Cornwall, Cordoba and Cho until she graduates. I’ll tell Mavis to expect you—Monday morning?”

Mary Jane’s jaw dropped. After a few gasps she managed to squeak out, “Monday after lunch? I have Advanced Rhetoric on Monday and Wednesday mornings.”

“Excellent. We’ll be expecting you. And Ms. Hartley, I don’t know what your wardrobe contains but do try to maintain as high a standard of professional dress as you can. Toodles.” And with that he strode into the elevator, closed the door and disappeared.

The rest of the champagne bottle and one more were consumed in celebration so the rest of the visit to Asphodel’s was a bit of a blur and as Poppy drove home, very carefully, Mary Jane turned to her and said between hiccups, “It really was that simple? I can’t believe it. Cornwall, Cordoba and Cho is the most powerful law firm in the state and you just got me an internship with them. How—how can I ever repay you?”

Poppy’s chin came up and she looked at her best friend slyly. “You really want to know?”

“Yes, I want to know. Poppy, you name it. If I can do it, I will.”

“You know, I really ought to get that in writing but here it comes. Mary Jane, since interns don’t get paid and you’ll need money to get through law, you’re going to go to work for me at Asphodel’s.”

“At—at Asphodel’s? You mean . . .?”

“The word we use is ‘courtesan’ MJ. Given the prices we charge, ‘ho’ doesn’t cut it.”

“But, but I could never do that! I mean, what if some really icky guy comes in?”

“Says Escort Antalya the girl who woke up with Alf Greely the morning after Homecoming,” Poppy’s tongue made a noticeable bulge in her cheek.

“I’d been drinking! You know that happens to almost everyone in college sooner or later.”

“Oh? And what was your excuse two weeks later when the two of you disappeared for a weekend? It couldn’t be that despite his being odd-looking, mega-klutzy and a totally clueless wonder Alf is a genuinely sweet person, could it?”

“Yeah.” MJ’s voice was barely audible.

“See, even the most unattractive men can have their good points. So it’s a deal. I got you in with Papa Andy and you work part-time for me. We’ll start tonight at our place. Steven’s going to pay you five hundred dollars for a good fucking. Of course, when you get up to Asphodel’s standard, it will be a lot more than that but five ‘C’s’ will do for a beginning.”

*****

The next morning Mary Jane dreamily wrapped a borrowed robe around herself and drifted down for breakfast. Poppy hadn’t been kidding. Once she had put the envelope in the nightstand drawer (“It’s traditional, girl,” Poppy explained) Steven had pulled her close. With one hand around her waist, the other had played gently with her bottom and everywhere it touched, heat rose and spread forward to her crotch. Damn, she told him. Every time some guy gets his hands on my butt, I’m lost. I guess every girl has her ‘on’ switch and that’s mine. She closed her eyes and arched her back.

Stevie delicately ran his tongue around the inside of the shell of her ear, breathing warmly. He worked his way down to the lobe, sucked it in and bit gently. She shuddered. The other hand slipped down to stroke and fondle the other buttock as he pressed her hips against his pelvis, bending her backwards.

The kiss that followed was long and hot. He gently bit and sucked her lower lip and the tip of her tongue before probing in to explore every corner of her mouth. Breaking the kiss, Steve lifted MJ off her feet and lay her down on the gleaming sheets. Climbing in beside her he took one modest breast in each hand to massage them before running his tongue tip around each nipple, sucking strongly on the areolas. Mary Jane gasped. He kept this up for a while and then started moving his way down her body, kissing, licking and nibbling. He spent a surprising amount of time at her belly button and she was amazed at how erotic that neglected part was. Finally, he moved between her thighs and slid his hands under her butt cheeks, pulling down and lifting.

That relentless tongue attacked yet again, running slowly up her labia, flicking back and forth. It reached the hood of her clitoris, vibrating that sensitive organ and making the girl gasp. Again he did it and yet again. Mary Jane felt her juices running and her labia swelled becoming full and rosy. When Steven thought her ready, he seized the now-erect clit between his lips and sucked hard. MJ convulsed. Unstoppable shudders wracked her frame and she cried out over and over. Poppy noted the fact on the laptop.

When the climax finally ended Mary Jane looked up at her client/lover to see a sly smile. He reached up and taking a small pillow put it beside her ass. “Lift,” he commanded. Once the pillow was under her Steven knelt between her thighs and lifted her feet over his shoulders. He ran his cockhead up and down her juicy slit and then, slipping a condom on (“The client always wears a rubber, MJ.”) plunged it into her. The sensation of this new angle of entry was new, interesting. Making short thrusts, Steven seemed to be hitting a place that first felt odd, then good. Suddenly MJ felt like she should be running for the toilet until wave after wave of orgasm hit. The girl, like most her age, had heard of the G-spot orgasm but had never experienced one. It was volcanic. Again Mary Jane cried out wordlessly and again her body writhed in ecstasy. Tears flowed from the intensity and still Steven drove on until in desperation she screamed, “Stevie, stop! Enough, already, stop. Please, Stevie?”

He withdrew and winked. “Roll over, woman, it’s my turn.”

Obeying, Mary Jane spread her knees as far apart as she could and arched her back, looking, Poppy though, very much like a cat in heat. Supporting himself with his hands on her butt, Steve drove into her with a growl. MJ grunted in response and then began to moan as he pistoned in and out, slapping his hips against her but loudly. MJ felt the tension rise again and then climaxed. This time the earth didn’t move but the smaller quieter orgasms repeated, rolling through her and sending her into a kind of hypnotic trance. She lost all sense of time and place, aware only of the pressure on her hips, the cock inside her sex and the wave after wave of climax. Finally, with a grunt Steven, too, climaxed and sat back on his heels. Mary Jane rolled up on one side and stared back at him groggily. And he paid me for that? That was the best sex I’ve ever had . . .

Sitting down the next morning at the breakfast table, MJ accepted the soup bowl sized cup of coffee Poppy poured her and took a healthy slug. Then, after a deep breath, she looked at her best girlfriend and asked, “Is Steve—I mean, does he always to that?”

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Gina’s eyes caught Sue’s hate-filled glare as Sue stepped out of her car. She looked strung out and Gina wondered did she cause this accident today by having sex with Sue? Gina felt an arm on hers, she looked up to see her sister Deanna standing next to her.

“What happened to Mary?” She asked Gina looking at her long time friend laying in the road.

“It was a very powerful discussion today, things came out today that will change everyone’s lives. Including mine.” She told Deanna with tears filling her eyes.

Sue ran up to Gina grabbing her by her white jacket. “You bitch! You caused this! You made me hit her! You are no better then a man who wants to fuck em and leave em!” She screamed as she shook Gina.

“Stop it! I am sorry I hurt you Sue.” She cried as she broke away from Sue and everyone’s eyes were now on both women.

Gina bolted down the sidewalk seeking safety from the accusations. She ran to the parking lot to the safety of her car finding a single red rose on her windshield. She slowly picks the rose up holding it close to her face as she takes in the sweet aroma. A smile came to her face when she saw Peter’s reflection in the window.

“Need a friend at the moment?” He asked her.

In a soft-spoken whisper “Yes, please.” She said with a slight smile and teardrops rolling slowly down her cheek.

They drove for miles until they reached a resort out of the city. The resort was secluded in a wooded scenery sitting next to a beautiful lake where they rented a boat to take out to the gazebo sitting in the middle of the lake with Manavgat Escort beautiful lights and water fountains surrounding it. Peter picked up a pick nick basket filled with cheeses, fruits, crackers and wine. He placed a red blanket on the floor of the gazebo where she told him about Sue and poor Mary being hit by Sue’s car. Peter held Gina in his arms comforting her when their eyes made contact. Soft kisses turned into passionate kisses. His hands roamed over her body that he once only fantasized about in the privacy of his bathroom while his wife laid sleeping in their bed. The gazebo began to rock back and forth as his erection was deep within Gina. Her full luscious lips returned the hot passionate kisses he gave to her, her body reacting to his lips kissing her neck and down to her full large breast and he thrust deeper into her. Harder he began to thrust over and over until both of their bodies were just on the brink of receiving the most powerful climax. Gina wanted more of his hard, throbbing erection deeper inside of her when it happened. They both cried out from the orgasms that rocked they’re very souls. They laid in each other arms when they noticed the sun was setting causing everything around them to look as if it were orange with a purple hue.

“We should go and check into a room Gina. I also need to call my wife and let her know of the sudden business trip out of town.” He told her flashing a devilish smile and wink at her.

They rode the boat back to the resort where they rented the honeymoon suite for two days. Peter felt it Manavgat Escort bayan best for Gina to stay away for a few days before returning to the accusations. He would see her through this for the next two days. Gina wished she could find someone as caring as Peter. Someone she could commit to, but then he was married and screwing her. She let a deep sigh escape from her as she laid in his arms in the comfort of their bed. She smiled before drifting off to sleep thinking for the next two days she was his wife in their little world.

Back in the city….

Deanna sat beside her friends hospital bed as she fed her some soup. “I can’t believe he blurted out in front of everyone that we seeing each other.” Mary told her after swallowing her soup.

“Men, who knows about them.” Deanna told her shaking her head as she spooned more soup into Mary’s mouth.

” I was lucky I only suffered a few cracked ribs and a concussion.” Mary told her in between bites.

Peggy walks into Mary’s hospital room, her face white with red swollen eyes. She walked on the other side of her bed facing Deanna and Mary. Her hands clenched the side of the bed rails as her tears began to run down her face.

“How could you sleep with Leo? I poured my soul out to you Mary. Why did you want to hurt me by fucking my husband? He isn’t much, but he use to be mine until you came along.” Peggy cried into her hands.

“I am sorry Peggy, but it was only fucking though.”Mary told Peggy.

“You bitch!” Peggy yelled grabbing Mary’s hair and pulling it with Escort Manavgat all her might.

Deanna ran out of the room to get a nurse who called for security. They found Mary on top of Peggy as the two women had handfuls of each others hair. The guards pulled the women apart and hand cuffed Peggy. They left with her screaming at the top of her lungs and they took her to the psychotic ward to be examined. The doctor on duty agreed that Peg had suffered a mental break down and admitted her. He also admitted her so he could be more personal in examining her, after all he was known as Dr. Of Seduction amongst his patients.

Leo ran into Sue at the local pub as she drank away her pain of Gina leaving her at the worst time of her life. The fact that she did not even bail her out of jail made her feel even more then anger or hate, but pure revenge.

“I’ll get even with you for dumping me you bitch!” She said softly with her glass to her red lips.

“Sue let me buy you a drink.” Leo told her with thoughts of fucking her brains out.

“Sure by me a drink if you want too.” She said letting the booze think for her now.

A few hours later Leo was placing Sue in the back seat of his car. He looked around the empty parking lot to make sure no one saw them. Sue was past out from all the booze he plied her with inside the pub and he was getting what she owed him a fuck in his car. She won’t even know I fucked her he thought to himself as he released his raging hard on from his pants and removed Sues panties under her skirt.

“Mmm baby make me cum hard.” He told her as he tore into her pussy with rage and hate he felt for all women.

The next morning….

Sue woke up in a trash dumpster, she was bloody and bruised. Sue managed to climb out of the dumpster only to collapse in the pubs alley….

To be continued…

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Annie

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Note: This is a story about a developing relationship. It begins in fact and evolves into fantasy. It is certainly about sex, but if you’re looking for the push and pump variety, please go elsewhere. This is probably more about developing love than pure sex. That said, enjoy.

I met Annie on one of those Internet sites where you can meet with people of similar interests. Her interests and mine were to find people with whom to exchange E-mails of an intimate nature. We were both married and neither of us intended to meet in person even though we lived only twenty-five miles apart.

Both of us read and write erotic literature that our spouses know about, but have no interest in. During the first month we exchanged a few with each other, discovering that we were both very oral people. Annie told me that her stories were all based on fantasies that she experienced while she wrote. Mine are usually based in fact initially, and then expanded with fantasy.

When we exchanged pictures (clothed), I discovered that Annie was quite a bit younger than me, very good looking and with lips that immediately triggered orgasmic fantasies. Even in a very tasteful picture her lips were full and a delicious red. I had no trouble picturing those lips pressing on or wrapped around various parts of my body. I could imagine slipping my tongue between them. I could feel her lips wrapped around my prick while my tongue probed between her other lips and lapped up the juice around her aroused clit. Then the fantasy brought about a very wet climax on my part, after which I returned to reality.

About a week later, we had back-to-back vacations. Mine was a week; Annie’s was two weeks coming a week after mine. When Annie got home and caught up on E-mails, we resumed communication.

We wrote about many things, our lives, our loves, our feelings, our disappointments, our writings, and most of all our fantasies. My fantasies were more often than not about Annie. To further fuel my fantasies, I asked Annie if she had any erotic pictures of herself she would send me. She told me that when her old computer crashed about a year ago, all her nude pictures of herself died with it.

Initially I was disappointed, but then I realized that this was an opportunity. I told Annie I was a pretty good amateur photographer and used a very good digital camera. Being no dummy, Annie caught my drift and immediately rejected my intentions. Not giving up easily, I sent her examples of my photography including some pictures of people with their faces blurred so they couldn’t be recognized.

Even though we had written each other about our intimate thoughts and feelings, Annie insisted that she really didn’t know me well enough to pose for me. Another opportunity! To keep a long story from getting longer, I finally got Annie to agree to meet me in a public place for lunch.

Chapter 2

We met at a small bar and grill far enough from our homes that we were unlikely to be seen by anyone we knew. I arrived first and got a booth in a quiet corner. When Annie came in, we recognized each other instantly. She smiled and started walking toward the booth. The short walk seemed to take forever. It was like slow motion from a movie.

Annie was wearing a white, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse and a dark red full skirt that swished from side to side as she walked. Her reddish-brown hair wrapped around her face and brushed her shoulders. The overall effect was sensual, but not overtly sexy. Still, I knew that this was a real woman with a body I wanted to see and touch.

I slid out and stood to greet her. As she came close I reached out with both arms offering a hug. Annie accepted the hug, returned it all too briefly, and slid into the booth opposite me. For a minute that felt like an hour, we just looked into each other’s eyes. The trance broke when a waiter came to the table with menus and asked if we’d like anything to drink.

We ordered drinks and food and the waiter left. Kültür Escort We finally started to talk. Annie said I looked like my picture, maybe even a little younger. I said that cutting my beard shorter probably changed my look a little. I told Annie that she was even prettier than her picture and that her hair looked even redder. She said she hadn’t changed her hair and that she really liked my mellow voice. I told her that I had once been a professional singer.

After a long pause, Annie said that her main reason for being reluctant to pose for me was that she didn’t want to have sex with anyone but her husband. I laughed and reminded her that I hadn’t been able to have sex for several years because of medical conditions I had told her about previously. In fact, that’s why I had turned to erotic reading, writing, and the Internet in the first place. I could get aroused and even cum, but couldn’t get hard enough for penetration.

Annie did say that even after just meeting me she felt a little more comfortable about the idea of posing. I told her that I was even willing to do the pictures with her husband present. When Annie finished laughing, she reminded me that her husband knew she wrote and chatted about sex on the Internet, but was definitely not interested in reading her stories or anyone else’s.

I took my small Nikon digital camera (an 885 for you digital buffs) out of my shirt pocket and I asked what else I could do to convince her to pose for me. She said she’d pose for me right now dressed. I said OK, and pointed the camera at her. Annie immediately stuck out her tongue and smiled. In a minute, I showed her the picture, which she said she didn’t like. I showed how I could delete it and did so. I asked if we could try a good one and she agreed. This picture was a lot better, showing her luscious lips at their best. She said she liked it and said she’d like a copy that I agreed to send. At his point, our food came and we paused to eat.

After lunch, over coffee, I again asked what else I could do to convince her to pose for me other than dressed. I reminded her we had talked about sex, our bodies and our fantasies. It’s not like we were strangers. Annie asked where we would do it. I said anywhere of her choosing. We could even do it at her house some time when we wouldn’t be interrupted. Annie said that she thought some neutral place would be better even though a motel seemed somehow sleazy. I reached over and took her hand and asked if she was seriously considering agreeing to pose. Annie said that she really was. I told her to go home and think about it and let me know. I would not rush her and certainly not hurt her in any way. We stood and shared a real hug. After a few seconds, I broke it and kissed Annie on the tip of her nose. We walked out of the restaurant hand in hand and went our separate ways.

Chapter 3

After a few days, I got an E-mail from Annie. She agreed to pose and suggested a hotel in a town some distance from where either of us lived. She suggested a Saturday a few weeks out when her husband was playing in an out-of-town golf tournament. It was weekend I could do, so I wrote back and said I would book the room so her name wasn’t associated with the deal.

I suggested some clothes she should bring, including lingerie, high heels, stockings a garter belt, a few panties, and a push-up bra (which she hardly needed). I reminded her to bring make-up for her body as well as her face. I suggested we meet for a late lunch at the restaurant in the hotel. The next day Annie agreed, I booked the room, we were all set and the waiting began.

As the date approached, I picked up some high wattage bulbs in case the room was too dark for available light. I also charged two batteries for the camera and packed enough memory cards for several hours of pictures. As an afterthought, I picked up a pair of red boxer shorts that I don’t usually wear. I’m not a big one for clothes, but I though Annie might Kültür Escort Bayan be more comfortable if I wasn’t much more dressed than she was.

We met as planned in the hotel’s restaurant, each of us with overnight bags. I told Annie I had already checked use in so she wouldn’t have to go to the desk. She let out a sigh of relief and began to relax a little. She told me her husband was really excited about his golf tournament and didn’t even ask what she was planning. I told her my wife had left on a motorcycle weekend with her club and hadn’t asked what I was doing either.

Chapter 4

After lunch, we went up to the room. It was south facing, had plenty of light, and a king-sized bed. Annie unpacked her bag, put her make-up and posing clothes on the dresser, and her other cosmetics in the bathroom. I pretty much did the same.

Annie was clearly nervous. Finally she asked how we would begin. With some trepidation, I suggested we strip and take a shower together, not only to get clean but also to get comfortable with each other and to massage the strap marks off of her body. Annie asked if we could hug and kiss a little first to get in the mood. I readily agreed. As we hugged and kissed, I slowly removed Annie’s clothing and she removed mine. When we finished, Annie’s nipples were standing up and my prick was as erect as it usually gets.

We went to the bathroom and into the shower. Being a good hotel, they provided both shampoo and conditioner. I washed Annie’s hair, rinsed it and applied conditioner. I washed the rest of her body, paying particular attention to her breasts and neatly trimmed pussy. Then Annie did me. We were both aroused, but didn’t push it. We dried ourselves. I finished first and Annie continued to dry her hair. I went to the bedroom and donned my red boxers. I got the camera and tripod out and changed the light bulbs in the lamps and fixtures.

Annie came out and started to work on her make-up. I suggested that she apply a little more than normal because the camera and lights tended to wash it out. Annie applied a light base make-up to the rest of her body, blending it down from her face and neck. She emphasized her nipples that became even more aroused. She worked some base around her pussy which she tried to avoid fingering and stood back posing for approval. I told her she looked good enough to eat, which I sincerely meant.

We started with some pictures in lingerie, bras, garter belts, and panties. Annie tried to look sexy (hardly needed). I asked her to just smile like she would for a normal picture with a friend and try to ignore that fact the she was partially undressed. Even though we might blur her face in the final pictures, the smile affected her whole attitude. After a bunch of poses and a lot of lingerie, we took a break. Annie asked if we could look at the pictures and of course I agreed. We sat side by side and went through them. Many were good, some were bad and we eliminated them. Annie said that she wasn’t tired yet, but she was getting really horny. I asked her to stay horny until we did some breast shots and then we could do something about it. Annie gave me a little kiss and went back to the bed.

I had Annie take off the panties, leave on the garter belt and stockings and push the bra down under her breasts. With Annie’s large breasts that had a little sag, the effect was excellent. After several pictures, I asked Annie if she could suck her own tits. She didn’t say a word, but began to do so. After a few minutes and several pictures, she switched tits. I noticed that her breathing was a little short and she was working up a light sweat. I was too, so when Annie said she could use a little help, I went over and started sucking on the other tit. We kissed deeply and it was clear Annie was getting ready to come.

I reached over and buried a finger in her pussy and used a thumb on her clit. In E-mails, she had told me this is what she did to get herself off. In only Escort Kültür a few minutes, Annie exploded in an almost violent orgasm. Annie asked if I was OK, and I told her I was for now even though I had some pre-come on my red boxers.

Annie went to the bathroom to clean up her dripping pussy and re-apply make-up. I looked at a watch and realized it was already time for dinner. When Annie came out I asked if she was hungry, to which she answered famished. We ordered food from room service. Then we watched the evening news naked while waiting for the food. We held hands and kissed like a couple of teenagers. When the food came, we quickly grabbed robes and I answered the door.

After a very good dinner, we agreed to do the pussy shots. The first ones were closed pussy at different angles and distances. Then we were ready for open-lip shots. I asked Annie to open her outer lips and see if we could get her inner lips and clit to show. She tried, but nothing really happened. Eventually Annie admitted that the only way she could get her clit to show was to have a guy suck on her. I assured her that I was more than willing to help. I got between her legs and started sucking and licking. Annie reached inside my boxers and started to work on my pretty limp dick. With tongue and fingers I got her lips open and her clit standing up. Reluctantly, I backed away and took some pictures while Annie continued to work her clit. After a few pictures, I went over and sucked Annie’s tits and kissed her deeply. I went back and took a few more pictures before Annie said she needed to cum again.

I was going to suck her pussy some more when Annie suggested we do a 69. She said she wanted to do something for me too. Annie slid up and put her top foot on the headboard. I slid between her legs and buried my face in her pussy. As she took my cock into her mouth, I reached behind her and started moving my finger over her asshole. When she didn’t resist, I reached up near her pussy and lubricated my finger with her copious juices. Reaching back, I gently pushed my finger into her ass. Annie was moving all over the bed now and sucking me like mad. Before long, Annie came and I was getting close. Before long I came too. When we both recovered, Annie curled up on my shoulder and we both fell asleep.

Chapter 6

I woke up about 3 AM with Annie curled up on my shoulder. We had fallen asleep pretty early, so I guess it was reasonable to wake up. I had to pee, so I tried to slide away from her and get up. She woke up as I got out of bed. It took about three seconds for her to re-orient and then I got a big smile. I told her I had to pee and she said she did too. We went to the bath together. Annie went first while I waited and watched. Then I went. Neither of us seemed at all uncomfortable. When I finished, Annie asked if we could take some pictures in the shower.

Annie hopped into the shower while I got the camera. When I got back to the bathroom, Annie had soaped up her body, with extra suds on her breasts and pussy. I took pictures of Annie full length, then of soapy breasts and pussy. Finally, Annie rinsed off and we crawled back in bed. She said she was more sleepy than horny, so with a mutual promise of more sex in the morning, we again slept.

When we woke up, I felt like we were an old married couple. We snuggled, petted (does anyone still use that word!) and eventually got worked up enough to do something about it. Annie suggested another 69 and I could hardly argue. As I was sucking and fingering her pussy and she was sucking my cock, she dropped my cock and said, “Do my ass again.” In a few minutes, we both exploded.

After a rest, I suggested breakfast. We decided to use room service rather than go out. Room service said it would take 40 minutes, so we decided to shower and dress before the food arrived.

Over breakfast, we discussed the pictures she wanted. I agreed to send her an un-obscured set first. She would then decide which ones she wanted with her identity obscured for E-mail purposes. We also agreed to meet again to enjoy each other, with or without pictures. I felt pretty good for an old fart that couldn’t really fuck anymore. What could be better than another oral session with the wonderful Annie?

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This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography.

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Part 7 – Medical Affairs

7:15pm, still Monday, April 16th.

“Well, guys,” I said, “I hope you don’t have to do your taxes tonight.” They were due the next day, April 17th, as the 15th was a Sunday.

Jerome Davis and Teddy Parker were at their desks. They’d put out an APB on Paul Escandes. They and Myron Milton were gathering information on him, and Myron was also gathering more information on Susan Carrera.

“Yes sir,” said Joanne with her happy grin, “I filed my returns, reporting my many millions in Police salary already.” Everyone chuckled.

“You’ve been hanging around Rudistan too long.” I said. Just then the Duty Desk Sergeant came in and said that Susan Carrera was in I-A. “Warner, Washington, the sooner you get this wrapped up, the sooner we can go home.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It came as no surprise to me that Mr. Gibson Stelling was in I-A with Susan Carrera. When he took Dennis Ridley to her place to get Ridley’s car, saw the redoubtable Sergeant Tango, our drug dog, happily sniffing through her place, and then saw that Sue not there, that was Stelling’s first clue that she might be visiting Police Headquarters. And he immediately rushed back to HQ to represent her. Billable hours those would be, I rather nastily thought to myself.

“Read her her rights.” I told Theo the minute I saw the legal eagle. Theo nodded. Once in I-A, he introduced himself and Joanne, then read Sue her considerable legal rights.

“Ma’am,” said Joanne Warner, “do you know a man named Dennis Ridley?”

“Yes.” said Susan.

“How do you know him?”

“Professionally or personally?” asked Susan.

“Both.” said Joanne, throwing Susan a cold look that suggested Susan not play games with Joanne.

“Professionally,” Susan said, “I’m in medical marketing and Dennis is in medical sales. Personally, we’re unofficially engaged to be married.”

“Even though he’s married now?” asked Joanne.

“He’s going to divorce his wife,” said Susan, “and marry me.”

“Has he filed for divorce?” asked Joanne.

“No, not yet.” said Susan. “He’s been in consultation with attorneys, and is getting some things in his life straightened away before filing the papers.”

“What things are he getting straight in his life?” asked Joanne.

“You’ll have to ask him that.” said Susan. “I don’t have the details, nor is it my place to say.”

“How long have you known him?” asked Joanne.

“Several years, now.” said Susan. “We’ve been seriously dating for the last two years.” Joanne turned to Theo.

“Ms. Carrera, or is it Mrs.?” asked Theo.

“Ms.” said Susan. “I’m not married.”

“Have you ever been married? Any children?” asked Theo.

“What does that matter?” asked Susan. “And what’s this about? I only heard from my attorney that it’s something to do with Dennis, and I have Police going through my house with a dog, and taking everything in my medicine cabinet.”

“Mr. Ridley is a person of interest in an investigation involving finding a bottle of Tylenol spiked with narcotics.” said the lawyer Stelling. “They’re talking to you about your relationship with him.” As I watched from the anteroom, I wondered why Stelling was telling her in this manner, rather than have a private conversation with her, to which they were entitled.

“Once again.” said Theo. “Have you ever been married? And do you have any children?”

“No, and no.” said Susan.

“We’re just hoping to clear this up as quickly as we can.” said Joanne. “Which is why we’re asking these particular questions. So you’re in medical marketing… do you sell pharmaceuticals?”

“Heavens, no.” said Susan. “I have my own business. I’m hired to make presentations for companies at big medical events and conferences. We create kiosks for them to use, help them prepare speeches and presentations, make follow-up contacts for them. Most of our clients are smaller companies that don’t yet have large marketing departments.”

“Sounds good.” said Theo. “And again, you don’t come into contact with actual chemicals, or drugs?”

“No.” said Susan.

“Do you know Dennis’s wife, Patricia?” asked Theo.

“Yes, I’ve met her. She’s in medical sales also… and she is in chemical and pharmaceutical sales.” said Patricia. “And she’s one mean, conniving bitch… oh, sorry for the language, but that’s what she is, so sorry to say.”

“What about Zack, Kumköy Escort their son?”

“He’s a sweet boy.” said Susan. “Quiet, well-mannered whenever I’ve seen him.”

“Ma’am,” asked Theo, “who are your husband’s divorce attorneys?”

“I’m not sure.” said Susan. “I think the Men’s Law Firm of Effim, Goode & Hart.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

8:15pm. Susan Carrera had left, and was being taken home by the attorney Stelling. I suspected that they would be talking with Dennis Ridley at her apartment, and that Dennis would be staying with Susan overnight.

While the interrogation was going on, I was talking with Jerome Davis and Teddy Parker in MCD. “So,” I said to them, “y’all were about to close this case, did a little extra work to tie off the loose threads, and ‘Shazam!’ you’ve got a missing person and a connection to another case. That’s good work, guys.”

“Thank you, sir.” said Davis. “We’ve put out the APB on the guy. We’ll contact the FBI tomorrow if we don’t get any leads.”

“I halfway suspect the FBI will be calling us about it.” I replied. “In the meantime, share whatever you dig up on him with Warner and Washington. They’ll be asking Patricia Ridley about him in the morning.”

“Sir,” said Teddy Parker, “we’re getting a workup on Steve Coltrane, too. Should we look harder into him?”

“You can glance at whatever you dig up, and see if anything meets my definition of a ‘strangeness’.” I replied. “But from what you said, he wasn’t acting like a guy who knew much of anything, was he?” They agreed he was not.

“Okay, go home.” I said. “Nothing more you can do right now…”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Now I was in my office with Joanne, Theo, and Cindy. “So guys,” I said, “whaddya think?”

“Until Patricia’s boyfriend came up as the guy Jerome and Teddy found was missing,” said Joanne, “I was all ready to arrest Dennis Ridley on the spot.”

Theo spoke up: “I’m still not sure Dennis isn’t telling us the truth, that this whole thing could be a set-up. But I think we’ve got a ways to go to figure out which one of them did it.”

“Or if Zack did it.” said Cindy. “I’m saying this very seriously: I think that kid needs to be talked to by a psychologist. Something about him ain’t ri-ight.”

“But ma’am,” asked Joanne, “how could he access oxycodone?”

“And even more important,” I said, “the cyanate compound. I checked some of the old college chemistry textbooks. That compound was in vogue years ago for soil nutrition, but isn’t in favor any more. One reason is its strong odor… which is what alerted Mrs. Ridley to its presence… it’s presence…”

“Uh oh, his train of thought is boarding at the station.” said Cindy as I went into reverie-land. “Okay guys, head home. We’ll pick this up tomorrow.”

As Joanne and Theo left, I came out of my thoughts and looked at Cindy. “That goes for you too, o Captain of Detectives! Let’s go home and eat supper. Callie is at our house waiting for you, and I’m told Carole is supervising the cooking.”

“That means no stringbeans for Bowser tonight.” Cindy said as we headed to the door. I laughed out loud at that one.

Part 8 – The Next Day

“This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Fox Two News!” shouted the lovely redheaded Cougar reporterette at 7:00am, Tuesday, April 17th, from in front of the State Office Building on Courthouse Square. “It’s Tax Day in America, but more importantly, it could be the day of reckoning for Governor Val Jared!’

Bettina started: “As expected, Republican Attorney General Karl Handel appointed Robert Mullen as Independent State Counsel to investigate Governor Jared for Obstruction of Justice in two cases, those being the assassination of superstar singer Jasmine Nix, and the allegations of sexual impropriety against the Governor by Hillary Braselton.”

“Black activists, led by the Social Justice group ‘Black Voices Raised’ and State Senator Maxine Watts, have demanded a further investigation of the death of the black singer, citing a cover-up at the State and Federal levels.” said Bettina. “But more important are the allegations that Governor Jared asked SBI Reserve Inspector Donald Troy, who is also our Police Commander here, to bring pressure on Ms. Braselton by investigating her for specious crimes, and forcing her to recant her accusations against the Governor as part of a plea deal.”

“When asked if he would subpoena Commander Troy to answer questions regarding this issue, this is what Independent State Counsel Robert Mullen said. Roll tape.”

Tape rolled. “Yes, I absolutely will be subpoenaing Donald Troy and forcing him to answer questions under oath. If he does not comply with our subpoenas, or if he is untruthful in any way, then there could be a referral to the State Attorney General to prosecute Donald Troy, which would mean his suspension from his duties as a Police Officer and SBI Agent.” said Robert Mullen, whose face showed obvious enjoyment and relishing of his words, especially the last ones.

Next Kumköy Escort Bayan to Mullen on the tape was Lt. Governor Graham Collins, a man who was rarely seen to be smiling, but now just could not keep a grin off his face. When asked a question, Collins said “It is important to have this examination by the Independent State Counsel, of both the Governor and Commander Donald Troy. The People of the State must have confidence in the integrity of their elected officials as well as the law enforcement personnel that are expected to protect and serve them.”

Did he mean protect and serve the citizens? or protect those elected officials? I wondered to myself. I had my suspicions…

Back to Bettina live: “Governor Jared has until noon Thursday to formally oppose the nomination of the Independent State Counsel. If he does, the Legislature will be called into special session to vote to overturn the Governor’s objection, requiring 60% majorities in each Chamber of the Legislature to successfully overturn the objection and allow the Independent State Counsel to begin his important work. Both State Senator Maxine Watts and our State Senator, Katherine Woodburn, believe that there are well over the number of votes required to overrule the Governor’s objection should it happen.”

“And in other news,” said Bettina, “U.S. Senator Samuel Russell says he has evidence purporting that The Guardians of Justice are being helped by the Russian Government in collusion with traitors in the United States, for the purpose of embarrassing and undermining the United States Government. Senator Russell excoriated the FBI for not doing nearly enough to find and arrest the Guardians of Justice, and is threatening to hold up budget funds for the FBI until they show considerable progress in finding and stopping the GOJ.”

“U.S. Senator Bill Nunn,” continued Bettina, “who believes the accusations by the Guardians of Justice should be investigated, retaliated against Senator Russell by threatening to subpoena more BigAgraFoods executives to explain the program that he claims was designed to control the foodstuffs of the Nation, possibly in conjunction with martial law in the country. Senator Nunn’s committee has subpoenaed the documents the GOJ claims BigAgraFoods produced regarding the matter, but BigAgraFoods is denying the existence of the documents, and has so far refused to comply with Senator Nunn’s subpoena.”

“In a related story, Commander Donald Troy has sued the Citizens for Police Accountability! Troy’s lawyer, Mike G. Todd of the Madison & Ives Law Firm, has subpoenaed documents from the CFPA and Senator Maxine Watts’s office that the Guardians of Justice released days ago. Senator Watts’s office stated that they will not comply with the subpoena, and Maxine Watts herself issued a statement saying that, and I quote, ‘that Gestapo tool of the racist Val Jared will crash in his helicopter and burn in Hell before we give him a damn thing.’, close quote. Black activists applauded Senator Maxine Watts’s stand, calling it ‘a courageous act in the ongoing war against white tyranny and Police brutality’.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bettina’s news was met in MCD with something bordering on indifference. The MCD Detectives were more interested in getting started with their continuation of the Ridley poisoning case and the disappearance of Paul Escandes, and the Vice Detectives just didn’t know what to say to me. They all knew that this was huge trouble for themselves as well as me.

“Well, at least the coffee is good.” said Teresa Croyle.

“At least Commander Troy is as strong as the coffee.” said Micah Rudistan, pretending joviality. “No way that puke Mullen is going to beat him.”

“I’m not worried about him.” I said. “I’m worried about the Grand Jury he’s going to try to trick into indicting me.” That pretty much ended the coffee klatch.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Joanne Warner was updating the whiteboards. She had DMV photos of Patricia Ridley and Dennis Ridley up, then put up DMV photos of Susan Carrera and the missing Paul Escandes.

“You need one more.” said Cindy Ross as she came into the room. She went up and put Zack Ridley’s school photo up. “We cannot rule out that this kid is part of the problem.” Joanne said nothing, but her face did not hide her unspoken disagreement with her boss on that issue.

“What’s your plan for today, Ms. Warner?” I asked as I sipped coffee and watched.

“Sir, Theo and I are going to concentrate on Dennis Ridley and Susan Carrera.” said Joanne. “We’re going to talk to people they know, co-workers, friends and such. I’ve asked Jerome and Teddy to help with Patricia Ridley and Paul Escandes, since they’re working on his disappearance.”

“And what else?” asked Cindy pointedly.

“Uh… I’m not sure, ma’am.” said Joanne. “We’ll have a meeting and more interrogations after we get more data.”

“What Captain Ross is trying to get you to realize,” I said to Joanne, “is that someone needs to talk to Zack’s Escort Kumköy teachers at school, other people who can shed light on him.”

“Sir,” asked Joanne, “do you really think Zack had something to do with this?”

“What *I* think does not matter.” I replied. “What people can tell us about Zack, and therefore about that family situation, is far more important for us to understand. Even if Zack had nothing to do with the oxycodone in the Tylenol bottle, he is an extremely important cog in these gears, and should not be ignored.”

“Sir,” said Vice Detective Christopher Purvis, “Detective McGhillie has re-qualified with his weapon. He and I can help out by talking to Zack’s teachers and friends.”

“You good with that, Captain Ross?” I asked Cindy.

“Yes sir.” said Cindy. “And I’ll be going with them.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

After watching the Priya broadcast, which added nothing new to our knowledge of the world, Cindy, Teresa, and I turned to the business of our Angels meeting.

“Okay,” I said, “we go to the Council for the promotions and structural changes tonight. Anything new to add to that? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“I still want Irwin for Precinct Captain.” said Teresa.

“Ain’t gonna happen.” I said. “He hasn’t been a Lieutenant all that long, and he was promoted to that ‘below the zone’. Even my allies on the Council wouldn’t go for it, and I have to choose my battles on things like these, so I’m not going to push on Irwin.”

“I know.” conceded Teresa. “I just said it to hear myself bitch. Goodwin will have to do.”

“It is what it is.” I said. “Ross?”

“Just these two big cases that are now one big case.” said Cindy. “I am a bit ticked off that Warner seemed to pointedly not get my ‘hints’ about Zack until you spoke up and removed all doubt.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I’m not liking some of the stuff she’s done, either. There’s limits to how far we can mess with the lawyers and not tell people things, and she’s testing those limits. Refresher training will be coming… but not now. Let’s get these cases solved first.”

“Anything you can give us on that, sir?” asked Cindy.

“Not until we see some more data.” I said.

“Sir,” asked Cindy, “is there any way we can have a psychologist talk to Zack? Whether or not he has to do with this poison capsule case, there’s something not quite right about that kid.”

“Unfortunately,” I said, “there is not much we can do at all… unless and until we find something that he has done. It was stretching it that you got to talk to him as much as you did yesterday, since we didn’t have explicit parental permission to do so. We as Police are really, really hamstrung in what we can do about things in advance of those things happening.”

“I’ll say one thing.” said Teresa. “I saw it in Midtown, and I saw it here in a past era… some Police would not have been as fair and as scrupulous about the law as you are, Commander.”

“Butter me up, butter me up.” I said.

“No sir, this is serious.” said Teresa. “It needs to be said, and I’m not saying it to butter you up or kiss your ass. Our Police Force is demoralized because they see a good leader being attacked for being a good cop and a good man. But whatever happens, sir, please keep doing it, keep doing the right things. We all know our very lives depend on it.”

Wow, I thought to myself. What am I supposed to say to that?

“Thank you, Captain.” I said. “I needed that. And don’t worry… the Enemy has not won yet. Tell the Force to continue to perform their duties in a professional manner, as they’ve always done, and that I’m proud to be serving with them.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

At 9:00am, I looked through the open door of my office to see FBI Special Agent in Charge Jack Muscone come into the anteroom, followed by the Executive Assistant Director who was Jack’s boss. Also there were two FBI Agents in suits and sunglasses, who were the EAD’s protection. They stayed in the anteroom, which I suspect annoyed my assistant Helena.

“Come on in, gentlemen.” I said, rising from my chair. “Would you care to go to the Conference Room? It would be more comfortable.”

“No, this is fine.” said the EAD, closing the office door and then taking one of the hot chairs. I sat down and Jack sat down in the other hot chair in front of my desk.

“Our apologies for intruding upon you in a busy time,” said Muscone, “but this is important. It’s about that APB you put out on Paul Escandes.”

“Because he’s in Witness Protection?” I asked. The EAD and Muscone looked at each other.

“Four hundred years ago…” said Muscone, shaking his head. “How did you know? Someone tell you? You accessed the files and looked him up?”

“No.” I said. “No one told me, and I didn’t look it up. It just makes sense, based upon what I know… that he was busted for being a part of a gang, charges were greatly reduced, he essentially disappears, and now something happened that caused him to bolt on an instant’s notice, leaving his employer’s door unlocked and the alarm not set.”

The EAD chuckled. “Commander, I mean this as a compliment, but really… how do you do it? I know, I know… a magician does not like to tell his tricks. But please, indulge me here.”

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~*~*~*~*~*~

Her fingers felt like magic, making my entire body tingle. It was relaxing and nerve-racking at the same time; her mere proximity affecting me in so many ways. As she ran them through my hair, feeling the strands with her delicate touch, I couldn’t help but feel a little melancholy about the moment. And whatever sad feelings I happened to be having, I was doing far better than she was.

Tina was a wreck, fighting back tears as she cut my hair. It was Friday night, and Ann and I were in her shop after hours. Tina said that she wanted to cut my hair for the wedding, insisting that she was going to do it for free. She had just trimmed Ann’s moments before, and she’d be styling it for her the day of the wedding, taking on an unusual additional task for a maid of honor. And that magical day was just a little over a week away.

She had said cutting it then would allow time for our hair to grow a little, just enough to make us both look fantastic for the ceremony. I didn’t see how it would make that much of a difference, what with it just being a week. But I trusted her as much as I trusted Ann. Besides, she was amazing at her job. If she thought it was a good idea, I wasn’t going to argue the point.

Still, she was struggling, struck by the finality of what she was doing.

“This is the last time I’m ever going to get to cut your hair,” she sniffed.

“Tina, stop saying that,” I replied.

“But it is,” she sniffed again.

Ann had been admiring the job Tina had done as she looked at herself in the mirror, sitting in the chair next to my left, but she’d also been listening. And she felt compelled to reach out to her as only she could.

“Tina, I know this is hard. Believe me…it’s hard for us too. But it’s not like you’re never going to see us again. We won’t let that happen, I promise.”

“What…a couple of times a year when you come back to visit?” she scoffed, choosing to stay in her little funk.

“Yes…but you can always come out to see us anytime you want to. And I promise we’ll have a good time.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Use your imagination,” she giggled.

“What?”

“I’m saying, when you come out to see us, do you want to cut our hair…or would you rather find another way to spend that time?”

The room fell silent for a moment; just the sound of the scissors in Tina’s hand swiping through my hair, making precise cuts. She appeared to be calm, focusing on her job. But I could tell by the look on her face reflected in the mirror that she was thinking about what Ann had just said…and insinuated.

After a couple of minutes, she stopped and looked at her directly. “So, you’re saying that even after you’re married…we…” Her voice trailing off at the mere thought of finishing her sentence, as if the enormity of what she was about to say became too much to verbalize.

Ann toyed with her hair, twisting a long strand seductively around her finger; her reaction flirtatious as she gave a quick glance over to Tina. “Of course we will. Why wouldn’t we?” she winked.

“Well, because you’ll be married, for one.”

She turned in her chair, looking her in the eyes, a soft smile on her face. “Yes, we’ll be married. I love Neil. And he loves me. But that doesn’t change who we are as individuals, or as a couple. It just means we belong to each other forever.”

“Which should mean…”

“That when it comes to you, nothing changes. Neil loves you, don’t you baby?”

“Yep,” I replied, not even having to think about it.

“See…and you KNOW how I feel about you.”

“Yeah,” she said sheepishly, her shoulders rising as she took a deep breath, nodded her head in agreement.

“Well, as much as each of us loves you, Tina, I think as a couple we love you even more.”

“Yep,” I said again.

Her eyes widened, and she sighed. “Really?” she said almost in disbelief.

Ann grinned. “Of course we do. And that means when you come out to visit, the three of us are going to have a lot of fun.”

“I’d like that,” she said as she went back to work, suddenly in a much better mood. Her change in demeanor was incredible, and instantaneous. She was practically humming as she snipped and styled my hair. Suddenly her magical fingers were having the same effect on me that they usually had. I always loved how she played with my hair when she cut it…even when she was upset like she’d been when I sat down and she put the black smock over me. But now that she was into it, so to speak, I was too. And that wasn’t lost on Ann.

“I can see why Neil came here to get his hair cut,” she laughed.

“What?” Tina said, oblivious about the effect she was having on me.

“You have him squirming in the chair.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I think Neil is regretting wearing jeans today. He’s got to be pretty cramped by now.”

“Maybe he should have worn gym shorts,” she giggled.

“Gym short would have just gotten me in trouble,” I moaned as Tina’s hands roamed Güzeloba Escort over my scalp.

“Why is that, baby?”

“I think you know why, Anna.”

“What…you think I don’t know how turned on you get when Tina cuts your hair? You’ve told me about it a thousand times.”

“Of course I know that you know. That’s why you wanted us to get our haircuts together tonight…so nothing would happen,” I laughed.

Ann got up and walked over to me in silence, blocking my reflection in the mirror. The devilish grin on her face made a chill run up my spine. Squatting in front of me, she ran her hands under the smock, her palms rubbing against my thighs. Peering into my eyes, she reached my crotch, deftly opening my zipper and extracting my growing cock. Seconds later, she was back in her seat, eyeing the tenting material on my lap.

Catching Tina’s face in the mirror, I saw that she was just as confused about what Ann had done as I was. We both looked at her, sitting in the chair next to us with her legs crossed and a satisfied look on her face

“What was that all about?” Tina finally asked.

“Well, there are a couple of reasons why I wanted to get my hair cut with him tonight. First, it’s more practical. I get to spend more time with him, and I get to be with you. But contrary to what he thinks, I didn’t come here with him to keep anything from happening between the two of you. I came because I was hoping to see what happens.”

My cock flinched underneath the fabric, but I was still confused, saying “Huh?” It was like my brain didn’t really connect the dots, but my other head was totally getting it.

“You’ve told me about Tina and your haircuts so many times, I wanted to see what happens for myself.”

“See what happens?” Tina smiled.

“Uh huh. You know…just pretend I’m not here.”

“Ann, if you weren’t here, nothing would happen,” I said matter of factly.

“Okay…pretend I’m here then,” she laughed.

“Which brings us back to where we started.”

“Not exactly. We started with your cock in your pants. Now it’s not. You two can take it from there.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I asked innocently.

“Like I said, pretend I’m here…because I am. I want to watch.” She put her hands behind her head, elbows out as she settled deeper into the chair.

“You just want to watch?” Tina asked, sounding disappointed. “You’re not going to…join us?”

“No…I think I’ll sit this one out.”

“Are you sure? I’d really…”

“Let’s say that I have to sit this one out,” she winked.

“Huh…ooohhhh,” Tina nodded, realizing that Ann had started her period.

“Yeah,” she smiled.

“Wow…well, thank God you got it now.”

“Yeah, I know. I started this morning, so I should be good by Thursday.”

“You better be!”

“Why would you care if it’s over by Thursday?” I asked.

“That’s the day of her bachelorette party.”

I looked at Tina’s reflection, my eyes narrowing as they met hers. “And just why would it be important for her to finish her period before the bachelorette party?”

“Women are no different than men, Neil. They should get a chance to have one last night of unbridled sex as a single woman, just like a man gets. Don’t you think?”

“Okay, first, I never got a night like that the first time I got married, and I’m not going to this time either. Second, if you’re planning to have some guy fuck Ann, you can think again!”

Tina put her hands on my shoulders, a sweet smile appearing as she leaned next to my ear. “First, you don’t know what Matt has planned for you, or who might be helping him plan it,” she whispered, not wanting Ann to hear her. “And second, I never said anything about a guy fucking Ann, did I?”

“What?”

“I said ‘unbridled sex’…I never said it would be with a guy.”

Tina slid her hands down the front of my body, feeling my chest as she started licking my ear. Her hot breath landed on my neck, making me shiver with excitement. And that feeling grew as her hand drifted down to my crotch, feeling my erection through the fabric of the smock.

“Let me finish cutting your hair, and then I’ll take care of this,” she said, squeezing my shaft.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Are you cutting each one individually,” I moaned, the tip of my cock straining against the smock.

It was throbbing, and in my brain I was sure it was a deep shade of purple from the way it felt. That probably wasn’t really true, but I couldn’t tell for sure. Not with Tina still cutting my hair. Or pretending to cut it.

She’d been taking her time, dragging out what was supposed to be a trim, making it last forever. All the while, she was using her fingers in my hair, and driving me wild in the process. She was going out of her way to make me hard, knowing that everything she did made my cock flinch. And it wasn’t hard for her to tell the effect she was having on me; she could see the smock moving on my lap.

The fabric felt almost like silk, and it was rubbing against the head Güzeloba Escort Bayan in ways that was making things worse. Or better. Precum was flowing, creating a darkened spot over my crotch from the wetness. And that spot was growing.

“I have to take my time to make sure you look good for the wedding,” she giggled

“You’re going to have a mess on your hands pretty soon.”

“I’m counting on it,” she playfully responded as she leaned forward, pressing her big tits against my back once again. “Maybe I can talk your girlfriend into cleaning it up when we’re done.”

“I’m just an observer tonight,” Ann chimed in.

Tina finally finished my trim, and I knew what was going to happen next. At least I thought I did. Whenever she finished the cutting, she always grabbed some styling gel. It was one of the things I looked forward to the most. The way her fingers would lightly run through my hair, her fingertips grazing my scalp as she applied it; that was what originally caused my body to respond in such a primal way the first time she ever cut my hair. After that, every time she touched my head I’d have that reaction, my cock growing uncontrollably.

But instead of getting a glob of the gel from the tube and standing behind me like she’d always done before, she stood in front of me with a sexy grin on her face. Grabbing the tube, she climbed on my lap, her knees next to my thighs as she dangled her feet next to my knees. She slowly ground her crotch over mine as she squeezed some gel onto her fingers.

Throwing the container of gel back onto the counter of her station, she winked at me and said, “If you play your cards right, maybe I’ll squeeze something sticky out of you.”

“That’s the corniest thing you’ve ever said to me,” I laughed.

“Maybe so…but you’re thinking about it,” she replied as she ran her fingers delicately through my hair, styling it. Jumping off my lap, she washed her hands in the sink, and then she came back and held out her hand. “C’mon, Neil. Let’s go in back and I’ll take care of you.”

Ann smiled and said, “Uh-uh. I want to watch you…right here.”

Tina laughed and said, “Okay…let me turn off the lights.”

“Nope. Just like you are.”

Her head snapped in Ann’s direction. “Are you crazy?”

“There’s so much wording on the windows people can’t see in anyway. Besides, I’m blocking you.”

Tina’s hands went to her hips. “They can still see inside if they want. I’m not getting naked with the lights on, Ann.”

“I never said you have to get naked. You’re a smart woman, Tina. Be creative.”

The impish grin on Tina’s face lit up the already bright room. “Take off your pants, Stud. I’ll be right back.”

She scampered off to the back room, leaving me there wondering what the hell was about to happen. “Are you sure about this, babe?” I asked Ann.

She got up and walked over to me again. First she flicked off my shoes, before reaching underneath my smock for the second time. She avoided my cock while she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. Nodding at me to lift my hips, she slid my Levi’s down my legs. Tossing the denim onto the counter, she winked again and said, “Yes, baby. I’m sure. This is going to mean a lot to Tina, so don’t hold back, okay?”

“It’s Tina,” I snickered.

‘What’s that mean?”

“You want me to fuck her, right?” I questioned, making sure there were no misconceptions.

“Of course…why?”

“Because, when it comes to Tina, there is no holding back…that’s the only way she likes it.”

Ann gave me a loving glance and said, “Maybe that’s the only way she knows how.”

I felt my eyes squinting as I questioned her statement. “The only way? W…what?”

“Maybe no one’s ever taken the time to show her the benefits of going slow and deliberate, Neil. You certainly haven’t.”

“But that’s because that’s not what she wanted.”

“I don’t think it’s what either of you wanted, frankly. I can certainly understand you wanting it like that when you first got together. You’d gone without sex for so long, and there was the thrill of it and all. But did you ever ask her, or ever try to slow it down?” she asked as she sat back in the chair next to me.

Thinking about it, I couldn’t remember ever considering fucking Tina in a way other than flat out hammering her. We both loved it, and the energetic romps we’d shared were always amazing on every level. But she always seemed to press me…urging me to go harder and faster, almost like she was scared to go slower. Maybe she thought I might change my mind about fucking her altogether, fearful that I would feel we were getting too close. That was fresh on my mind when she walked out of her office toward me.

She was wearing a thin white coat, the kind that all of her girls wore when they cut hair. It looked sort of like a stylish lab coat, buttoning all the way down the front, the bottom coming just past her crotch. It was interesting that she was wearing one, as she never did when she worked. She insisted on her staff wearing them Escort Güzeloba while they cut hair, wanting them to look professional. She was the lone exception, choosing to stand out from the crowd. It was one of the perks she gave herself for being the boss.

There was just one button closed on the coat, two thirds of the way down. It was easy to tell that she was naked underneath, but that didn’t dampen the thrill as she sauntered over to me. The spikes of her heels clacked against the tile floor as she strutted, making her hips sway seductively. It was her natural walk, and I grinned like a little kid as I saw the inner globes of her breasts bouncing underneath the loose folds of the coat.

When she reached the chair, she swung it around, making me spin until I faced her. I’d seen that look in her eyes many times…one of pure, animalistic lust. She wanted to fuck. She needed to fuck. And as she opened the button on the coat, unleashing her sexy, curvaceous body…it was clear that she was going to fuck.

Reaching for the front of the black smock covering my body, she lifted it slowly, biting her lip like a horny woman about to do something deliciously naughty, which she was. When the sight of my throbbing cock caught her eye, the shaft glistening from the precum that had been flowing, she gasped as if she was seeing it for the first time.

“Are you ready for me to fuck your brains out, Stud,” she hissed as she stepped forward, ready to pounce on me.

Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her toward me with a quick jerk, making her fall into my arms. She squealed at first, and then giggled, until she saw the serious look in my eyes. “No, Tina. But I am ready to make love to you,” I said as I pressed my lips against hers.

I could hear Ann practically swoon from the other chair, reacting like she was watching some romantic movie, albeit a pornographic one. My left hand went to the back of Tina’s head, my fingers running through her blonde locks like she’d done to me so many times while styling my hair. My other hand held her to me as I gently kissed her, my mouth parting ever so slightly so I could graze my tongue against her trembling lips.

I could feel her shaking as she kissed me back, moaning into my mouth as I took my time, and taking control of what we were about to do in the process. We kissed for several minutes; each time she started to press forward and be more aggressive, hoping to move to something else, I’d back off and kiss her cheek, or her neck.

The fourth or fifth time she tried to assert some kind of control, I pulled back and licked at her right ear, away from the side where Ann was sitting. “You need to relax and let go tonight,” I whispered.

“What?” she responded, louder than she probably intended.

“Ssshhh…quiet lover,” I said as my hand moved up underneath her coat to the small of her back, touching her lightly as she leaned farther forward.

“L…lover?”

“That’s right. I told you…I’m making love to you.”

She shivered again as I brought my lips to hers. I could feel her chest swelling as she let the emotions of the moment take over. But I could also feel her start to relax after a little bit, letting me kiss her…letting me start to take her where she really wanted to go. Lifting her tiny frame up, I had her straddle me, her knees near my hips as she settled in place.

My left hand moved further underneath the coat to her upper back, caressing her skin. My right hand moved to her left breast, massaging it…lifting it slightly. I felt her nipple stiffen when I gently rubbed my thumb across it. Normally, she would have begged me to twist or pull them. Instead, when I brought my other hand to her chest, she started to mumble. She sucked in her breath as she felt me stimulating her hard nubs, flicking them back and forth as I kissed her harder.

I let my right hand trail down her body, stroking her silky skin with the lightest touch I could muster. She giggled as my fingers crossed her tight abdomen, tickling as they bushed against her hard body.

“You’re not going to tease me, are you?” she said nervously.

“No. I told you…I’m going to make love to you,” I said as my hand moved to her bare crotch, feeling her smoothly shaved pubic mound. As my middle finger slid lower, I let it graze against her clit, and she let out a little yelp. She bit her lip, her eyes widening in anticipation as I moved my hand further.

I felt the wetness on my fingers, the slippery folds of her pussy splitting as I moved my hand back and forth. She snapped her eyes shut and held her breath, waiting to see if I’d be true to my word. And while there were times when being playful and teasing would make lovemaking more incredible, this wasn’t one of them. I wanted Tina to know from the very start that I was serious about my intentions.

I was amazed that she hadn’t ignored my suggestion that she let me take things slow. She was so wet that I knew she wanted a hard, fast fuck to give her the orgasm she seemed to now desperately need. Frankly, I expected her to take matters into her own hands and grab my shaft, stuffing it into her wet slit. But she was letting me do what I wanted to with her…and that meant I wasn’t going to tease her. Instead, I sank my middle finger into her waiting cunt, feeling her walls grip me as I slowly went deeper and deeper.

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Anisha and I Ch. 03

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This story is a continuation of the series Anisha and I. I recommend that you read chapters 1 and 2 before coming to this one.

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Anisha and I left from the office deciding that we wanted to have more of each other that night. We had to take a detour to go to Anisha’s house as she wanted to get rid of her wet panties and change into new ones. Her mother obviously questioned where and why she was going. The excuse was quite simple she said that she had to stay in office in the night and she needed a change of clothes.

Her mother was suspicious but Anisha convinced her that she had to stay back in the office for that night. I was quite impressed to se her change of clothes. Not only she had changed her panties she also had changed into a pair of knee length jeans, sneakers were replaced by a part of golden sandals and her red top was replaced by a spaghetti top which ended just above her belly button and waist length jacket. No doubt her mum was suspecting her intentions for the night.

She had asked me to wait a few blocks away from her house so that her mother’s suspicions weren’t confirmed. When she came back and sat next to me I was awe’d by her effect. She had hidden her make up kit in her purse so that she could put it on while she was in the car with me. I had started off thinking that I’d take her to my home and we would order some food from a nice restaurant. We could eat and drink and fuck all night. I now decided to alter that plan. I was so pleased to see her dressed appropriately and thought we were better off going to a club.

We took off to one of the clubs a little out of town. It was the most expensive club and had very classy crowd which is why I liked it plus it was away from the nonsense of the town. It was only 8 PM yet so we decided to have dinner and then get in the club. I had no plans to spend the whole night in the club as I had to take this babe home so that she could sleep with me in my bed and give me the pleasures I was after.

We took a nice table on the corner. It was a sofa type of seat and we were sitting side by side rather than facing each other. I felt this was better as I could feel her and touch her whenever I wanted it was better than just looking at the face to face and teasing each other with our feet. We ordered our appetizers and drinks. I placed the main course order at the same time as I didn’t was the waiters to disturb every now and then. We were waiting for the appetizers when Anisha excused herself to the loo. It took her a good 15-20 minutes to come back and she surprised me once again. She had taken off her knee length jeans and it was replaced by a short grey frill skirt which was just about 2-3 inches above her knees.

Perfect!!!

She had just gone one step further in enhancing my excitement for the night ahead. She came over and asked how she looked. I said a few words of praise but I guess my eyes had already done most of the praise. She motioned me to move my legs so that she could squeeze her way between me and the edge of the table. As she passed in front of me I could see her milky white thighs her skirt brushing my nose. I was already hard by now and for a moment felt that going straight to my house would have been a better idea.

I realised why she was carrying that large purse to carry more clothes in it. As she sat down next to me I looked her in the eyes she winked at me and smiled shyly. She knew what affect she was having on me and she was quite pleased to have that affect. She took her jacket off and now she was all set to smoke the dance floor with me. I gave her a light peck on her cheek and told her how amazing she was looking. Her spaghetti did little to hide her marvellous cleavage. I placed my hand on her thigh and starting massaging it lightly. She stopped my hand and asked me to control. We took our sweet time finishing our dinner. It was almost 10 when we came out of the restaurant. We decided to go back to my car for a short while as she wanted Örnekköy Escort to dump her purse and jacket. I opened the car for her took out a cigarette and lit it up as she was keeping her things back in the car.

As she bent down to dig for her cellphone in her purse her skirt rid up and I was getting a good view of her thighs. The skirt didn’t expose her panties though. I spanked her lightly on her butt and massaged it. She turned around instantly and held my hand. She pulled the cigarette out of my other hand and dragged a puff. We alternated taking puffs from the same cigarette. The cigarette was finished I still had my hand on her butt. I placed my other hand on her other butt and pulled her closer to me. I turned around and pushed her back towards the car and started kissing her lips. This kiss was slow and sensual and I felt that we were to lose control if it continued. She pushed me back and said we had to get back to the club.

She fixed her lipstick and I held her hand to take her to the dance floor. The dance floor wasn’t yet really flooded and we danced for a few minutes before heading back to the bar. There wasn’t much to talk tonight only to enjoy each other’s body. By the time we finished our drinks the floor was full and we decided to jump back on it. We started with some casual dancing like friends would normally do but slowly we started getting closer. Soon I had her back towards me and I could feel her ass grinding on my now erect penis.

She bent down thrusting her ass even harder on my penis and grinding it. This was taking me to the limits of my control. She stood up and I pulled her close to me. The back of her head was now resting on my chest and her ass was still hugging my crotch. I slipped my hand inside her top, her eyes closed and I kissed on her neck. She was completely excited by now. I slowly took my other hand to cup her breast when she suddenly caught my hand. I realised she didn’t like it when people were possibly watching.

She turned around and looked in my eyes and I realised it was time to go home. She wrapped her arms around my neck drew me closer to her and kissed me full on my lips. When we broke the kiss we knew we didn’t want to wait for long.

We came out of the pub and rushed to the car. We kissed each other once again after we sat in the car and I sped off immediately to get home as soon as I could. It took us a good half hour to reach my house. I parked the car and we took the lift to my apartment. We killed time in the lift by kissing each other very passionately.

I opened the door she followed me inside and I locked the door behind. She was standing in the drawing room facing me and waiting for me. I grabbed her purse from her hand and flung it one corner of the drawing room.

I grabbed her ass with my hand and pulled her closer to me. We kissed each other very passionately and the kiss lasted for minutes. I then started kissing her on the sides of her neck, her barely covered shoulder in the spaghetti top. I lifted her in my arms and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to my room and rested her on her back with me on top of her. This was the first time I was going to have sex with her on a bed.

With my cock grinding into her panty covered pussy I was kissing her on her lips once again and this time more passionately. Both of us were in a different world altogether. I got up and started to pull her top above her head revealing her strapless red bra. I cupped her breasts in my hands. They had to be hard by now and I started massaging her. She moaned when I did this and her head moved from side to side. She started to clutch the bed sheet in excitement.

I then slid the bra a little lower to expose her breasts to me. She looked at me in the eyes and pulled me closer to her only to take off my shirt. She unbuttoned by shirt in a haste and once that was done she turned me to lay on my back and her straddling me on my lap. She opened Örnekköy Escort Bayan the hook of her bra from behind and came closer to me to kiss me once again. She started by kissing my forehead first, then my cheeks licking behind my ears every now and then and then to kiss me on my lips once again.

She started moving down my body to kiss me on my neck and chest. She got up this time and started to unbutton my jeans. In a few moments I was just in my briefs. She started to caress my cock over my briefs for a few moments and then slipped her hand inside to pull out my cock from its restraints.

I enjoyed her stroking for a while with my eyes closed when I realised her wet tongue on the tip of my cock. She was prepared to blow me once again. She first took the head of my cock in her mouth and looked to me in the eyes. I could make out her smiling wickedly but it wasn’t so obvious with her mouth full. She slowly started taking more of my cock in and bobbing her head up and down. What a pleasure it is to receive a blow job. She continued to do it for a couple of minutes when I decided she had to stop now or else I’d cum in her mouth.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and motioned her to stand up. I undressed her completely to make her ready for love making. I sucked each of her breasts one by one only to hear her moans coming out. I moved down from her breasts to stick my tongue into her navel. Her back arched when I did this. I then slipped my hand between her thighs and bent one of her legs on the knee to place it on the bed.

Her pussy was open now and I moved my head to her clit to tongue her clit until she reached an orgasm. I started to tease her clit with my tongue and two of my fingers inside her pussy preparing her once again for my thick cock. She clutched my hair tight almost painful but she was entirely enjoying the cunnilingus. She was so excited now that she couldn’t stand and I had to make her lie down on the bed to continue pleasuring her.

I took out my fingers from her pussy and started to lick her flowing juices. I was literally smooching her pussy lips. I then used my fingers to spread her pussy lips and stick my tongue in her pussy. This made her moan even loader. I could taster her pussy juices and the feeling of her soft walls was wonderful. I then pushed two fingers in once again and went about teasing her clit with my tongue. This was the limit for her, her back arched she grabbed the pillow under her head tightly squealed like a bitch when she had her orgasm.

I looked up at her once she was done and moved my face closer to her to give her a kiss so that she could calm down. The taste of her juices still on my lips, I made her taste her own cum. She licked my lips as if she would have died if she hadn’t.

This was high time for me to relieve my load. I placed my penis on her opening and thrusted slightly only to push a bit of my cock inside. She had sex only twice so far and her pussy did need to stretch to have me in her. I saw her in a bit of pain and stayed where I was just to help her get accustomed. I slowly started sliding more of my cock in and rested another few seconds once I was fully inside her. After a few seconds she told me that she was OK now. I started making gentle movements inside her pussy. We could her sloppy sound because of her wet pussy along with my grunts and her moans.

I slowly increased the pace of my motions only to invite more moans from her. She kept moaning in pleasure and I kept pumping her when I realised that time had come to pull out as I didn’t have a condom on. She stopped me and told me that she wanted to feel me cum inside her. I warned her that I had no protection and she might get pregnant. She was in her safe period so wanted to take the risk. I started to pump my meat again in her pussy blowing a huge load of cum in 4 or 5 spurts and lay on top of her once I had emptied by load in her.

We kissed each other on lips this time a slow Escort Örnekköy and love kiss than passionate one. I pulled out of her and lay by her on my back. She turned towards me braced her arms around my chest and kissed me on my left cheek. I turned on my side to face her and we started to kiss on lips once again. Her breasts were pressed against my chest and my hands were caressing her back. I slowly moved my hand down to her ass and started massaging her round ass. As I did so I pulled her bottom closer to me. My still leaking penis touching her loin and I rolled her to bring her atop me.

She was lying on top of me now and each of her legs on the either side of my body spreading her pussy and her clit touching my half erect penis. We were still smooching each other fanatically. She started slowly moving her clit over my penis and I was enjoying it as much as she was. The heat between us was rising again as she continued doing it.

I decided it was time for a 69 and asked her to turn around so that I could lick her pussy and she could engulf my penis in her mouth. I first smelled her pussy and the smell was so intoxicating and then I licked the drops of her juice which indeed were so sweet to taste upon. I then pressed my lips on her pussy and started licking her real hard and licking upon her juices.

It was almost like kissing her passionately on her lips. As I continued to do this she was skilfully giving me a head. She started with only taking my cock head in her mouth and teasing the most sensitive part of my cock. Blowing her breath on my wet cock and wetting it with her saliva everytime it became dry.

She was soon at the stage of cumming due to the intense licking I was doing to her pussy. She stopped blowing me once she was on the verge of cumming and her back arched and she squealed in pleasure as she hit the climax of her orgasm. I think she did a wise thing of not keeping my cock in her mouth as she sure would have bit upon it had she left it in her mouth.

She then turned to look at me and decided to return the favour. She squatted above my penis and slowly guided it to the tip of her pussy. With one jerk she sat down upon my lap taking all of my manhood within her. Even though we were having wild sex she still wasn’t so used to it that sex won’t pain her for the first few moments. But she still had the nerve to do it.

She started riding me cow girl style with one hand in her hair and the other one on my chest she kept on fucking me. She started to bend down on me pausing her to and fro motions to kiss me on the lips first and then on my neck and chest. She started to suck upon my nipples almost biting them taking to another dimension of pleasure.

As she got up to resume her fucking motions I placed my hands on her tits to give them a tight squeeze. I was in no hurry as I’d cum just a few moments ago. I caressed her breasts and abs while she kept jumping on top of me. This went on for a couple of minutes when I lifted her off my waist and asked her to get on all fours.

I aimed carefully and started to fuck her doggy style when the thought of fucking her ass first came to my mind. She and I now wanted to cum at the same time. I wanted to cum inside her pussy and she around my cock. The intensity of pleasure and our moans and grunts kept on rising. The airconditioning was on but still we were sweaty. She rose up to bring her back closer to my chest. I held her hair in on hand and my other hand was around her waist.

I kept on fucking her and at the same time kissing her on the neck but was being careful not to give a love bite that could end up as a trouble for her. Our mutual pleasure went on when I realised the pressure in my balls rising and that familiar ticklish feeling of about to cum. Her back started arching as well and her moans became more frequent. I came in a few seconds before her but decided not to stop so that she would come too. She followed me in a few seconds.

I drew back my penis and saw drops of OUR cum dripping from her pussy. I picked up some of that cum for both of us to taste. I placed in the tip of my tongue and started smooching her again. Our mouths full of cum and kissing each other.

We lay down on the bed together to continue the kissing.

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