Cycling Ch. 02

Cycling Ch. 02

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I’d had an unusual encounter last weekend when I went cycling, so I suppose you can’t really blame me if this weekend I chose to take the same route.

So here I was, on a beautiful sunny day, heading up the mountain to what I now regard as one of the best break spots on the mountain. As I approached I could see that there were three other cyclists arriving there before me and I grinned, thinking that we meet again, by chance that is not chance.

Coming closer I could see the others were already dismounted and moving naturally towards each other to say hullo. It appeared that Molly, Becky and Geoff had also decided to revisit the scene of the crime, so to speak.

As I approached I realised that I was in error. Molly and Geoff were there, but I was quite certain that was not Becky. She looked similar, but Becky it wasn’t.

I had noted during our last encounter that Geoff seemed the rash type, rushing through things without giving it proper thought. He was about to show this little flaw again.

As I approached he moved up to not-Becky and gave a firm tug to her shorts, hoicking them down.

Now I assure you that I had no complaints about the results, as that young woman had a fine figure, and I was pleased to see it so suddenly on view. That doesn’t mean that not-Becky had the same opinion. She screamed in fine style, turned and let Geoff have one in the chops while Molly, observant enough to realise who the girl wasn’t, started yelling at Geoff.

While not-Becky (her name turned out to be Anne) hurriedly readjusted her shorts I came running up looking belligerent.

“What the hell do you think you’re playing at?” I roared at him. “On your bike and out of here, you pervert, before we call the cops.”

Geoff, bright red now as it dawned on him that he’d de-panted the wrong girl, was all mumbled apologies, hopping on his bike and away. I stuck around, hoping maybe I’d get a little Molly time in, but being too smart to count on it as a cert. Any time you take a woman for granted you’re going to land in deep doodoo.

“Men,” Molly was sympathising with Anne. “They seem to think they only have to pull down your pants and you’ll fall for them. They’re just so silly at times.”

“What I can’t understand,” said Anne “was why he’d do such a thing in public. I was shocked. I mean, who has sex in public like that.”

Molly laughed. “It can be fun,” she said, “even with someone watching and cheering you on.”

“Easy to say,” said Anne with a smile, “but have you ever had sex in the open or with someone you just met?”

Ever noticed how some women can seem to blush to order?

Molly’s face seemed to glow and then she was talking. “It’s funny you should ask that. Something like that happened to me recently.”

Anne seemed to brighten at hearing of other people’s problems.

“What happened?” she breathed.

“I was out riding and stopped at a place like this,” Molly told her earnestly. “There was another rider there and we were just casually talking while we took a breather. Then he gave me this funny look, Side Escort reached over and pulled up my top.”

“My god,” said Anne, “What did you do?”

“Well I slapped his hands away of course,” Molly said, “but he just laughed at me and the next thing I knew he was pushing my shorts down. I tried to stop him but he just pushed them all the way down. Would you believe that when I bent down to snatch them back up he actually put his hand between my legs.”

“That’s terrible,” said a shocked Anne. “How did you stop him?”

“I couldn’t,” sighed Molly. “He was far too strong. He just took of the rest of my clothes and made me lie down.”

“You mean he raped you?” sympathised Anne.

“Not exactly,” said Molly. “I found that when he put his hand between my legs I quite liked the way he touched me, and I sort of forgot to struggle too hard. And once he had me on the ground I was too busy admiring his equipment to protest when he started using it on me.”

“You mean you just let him have sex with you, right in the open? What if someone had come by?”

“Someone did, but I’m not sure if they saw us or not. It was exciting. He was quite a good lover, and I never even knew his last name.”

“But how could you do something like that?” Anne asked puzzled. “I mean, have sex with a stranger in the open?”

“It was exciting,” Molly told her. “There we were in the open and this man really wanted to see my body, and then he wanted me. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to have a strange man just look at you naked?”

Anne giggled. “Who hasn’t?” she said. “I suspect all women think about that now and then, but generally when they’re feeling safe and somewhat bored.”

“Well, you’ve now had a stranger look at your naked bottom,” laughed Molly.

“That doesn’t count,” said Anne. “That guy was just a creep who promptly bolted.”

A cue, if I ever heard one.

“I glimpsed it also,” I murmured, “and I haven’t bolted. I wouldn’t mind seeing more of it.”

Anne started and blushed. She’d forgotten that I was also there.

I smiled at her, looking unthreatening. “I wouldn’t mind lowering those again for a better look,” I murmured.

Anne pointedly ignored me, looking away. Molly nudged her. “Go on,” she said. “What harm can it do? I’m here, so it’s not like he’s going to jump you.”

Anne flushed even harder, sneaking a peek at me. Then I could see her deliberately taking her courage in her hands. She reached down, and flipped her shorts down enough for me to see her pussy and then back up.

I laughed. “Well done,” I congratulated her. “You’re very sexy you know, but that’s not quite the right way to do it.”

I strolled over to stand in front of her and Molly. “This is how it should be done,” I told her, giving Molly a wink and getting a tiny nod in return.

I reached over and slowly lifted Molly’s top until her breasts spilled free. Leaving her top rucked up over the top of her breasts I then reached down and pushed her shorts down, lowering them to her knees so that all Side Escort Bayan her wares were on display.

Anne was looking at Molly, fascinated. Molly had even managed to produce another blush.

“Your turn now,” I told Anne quietly, reaching over to her, my whole bearing expressing my confidence that she would allow me this liberty.

Anne stood there, slightly stunned while I lifted her top up and then carefully slid her shorts down. Her face was absolutely blazing, but she didn’t back down.

I looked at both young women, admiring. Lovely figures, the pair of them, Cycling is a healthy exercise.

I reached out and gently cupped one of Anne’s breasts, rubbing my hand gently over her nipple. “Your breasts are absolutely exquisite,” I told her.

She seemed frozen to the spot, looking shocked, scared, embarrassed and excited all at once. She looked even more shocked when my hand drifted down and gently stroked her pussy.

Anne turned desperately to look at Molly, who was smiling at her. “It’s all right,” Molly said. “He’s just being properly appreciative of your figure. Doesn’t your boyfriend touch you like that?”

“Not out in the open like this,” mumbled Anne. “I’m not sure of this at all.”

“Don’t worry,” said Molly. “We’re still in control. Just let him touch you a little and he’ll be ecstatic.”

Blushing, Anne continued to let me play lightly with her breasts and pussy, nervous but excited at the daringness of what she was doing, the other woman present giving her the illusion of safety.

Concentrating on how I was touching her, Anne didn’t really notice what else I was doing, and I was able to manoeuvre her until she was facing the picnic table and bending over it, leaning on her hands.

I was behind her now, running my hands from her breasts down around her waist and across her bottom, before dipping down and stroking her pussy.

Then I was lightly scratching her labia, just where they met to form her slit, encouraging them to swell and part. As soon as her lips relaxed that little bit extra my fingers were darting into her, teasing her sensitive inner lips and brushing against her vagina and clitoris.

I could feel her hesitate now, and then Molly started chatting to her again.

“What’s it feel like to have his fingers teasing you?” she asked. “Ever noticed how small fingers feel compared to you know what?”

“It’s strange,” gasped Anne. “I’m not used to this sort of thing happening. And his fingers don’t seem that small to me.”

“Doesn’t your boyfriend touch you like that?” asked Molly, curious.

“Not really,” gasped Anne, “and this isn’t my boyfriend,” she finished with a slight wail.

“You’ll have to tell your boyfriend to stop being selfish,” Molly told her, “and strange bad or strange good?” she probed.

Anne was gasping. “Good,” she finally said. “It feels good.”

By now I’d also managed to drop my shorts, and my next present for Anne was wanting to make itself known. I slipped my erection between her thighs, letting it rub gently against Escort Side her slit.

Anne jerked her head up at this touch, looking straight ahead. I could hear her stuttering a little, trying to say something but apparently unable to decide what.

Now or never I decided, and gently spread her lips and entered.

Anne screamed, but didn’t tell me to stop, nor did she try to pull away. She stood there, shaking slightly as I slowly went deeper.

She was looking at Molly, when she pleaded, “It’s too big. He’ll hurt me.”

I was startled. I was average size. Maybe on the high size of the average range, but still average. She should be able to handle me easily.

Molly glanced at me and shrugged. “It’s all right,” she told Anne, a soothing note in her voice. “It just feels big because you’re outside and weren’t expecting it. Just relax.”

I continued to advance slowly, feeling Anne nervously trembling beneath me, like a high bred filly. I suspected that she wasn’t too experienced and I also suspected that her boyfriend must have a wiener the size of a cigarette, the way Anne was shuddering and adjusting to me.

Then I was fully in, my pubes pressing firmly against and tickling her labia.

Anne was gasping and panting, feeling me within her and twisting back and forth a little to get comfortable with it.

After a few moments she settled down, pressing lightly against me and waiting for what was to come. I pressed gently against her and then relaxed again, extracting a little squeal from Anne at the movement.

I started to move more firmly, withdrawing almost to my limit before driving back into her, and Anne was responding, her hips rising sharply to meet my plunge. She was continuously squeaking with excitement now, relishing the movement within her, anxious to keep it coming, eager to co-operate and let it all happen.

Any reservations she may have had about being taken in public by a stranger had been firmly clubbed on the head once my cock had banged home inside her. Now she seemed to be determined to make up for lost time and was riding in fine style. I felt a flash of pity for her boyfriend. Next time round she was going to make him really work at pleasuring her.

I continued to drive home into. Cycling gives you fine stamina, which carries over into other fields. Unfortunately, knowing that we were in public and that Anne would feel humiliated if others did come along, I felt it would be wrong to unduly prolong our little excursion.

Anne’s excited squeaking had turned into an anticipatory squeal. Reluctantly, as I would have enjoyed holding her on the cusp for a few minutes until she was really squealing with need, I drove into her harder with sharp short strokes, lifting her to the heights while releasing my own tensions within her.

Anne screamed again, as she felt me spill within her, and then sagged against the table, exhausted.

I let her lie there for a few moments, letting her catch her breath. Then I moved back, letting Molly encourage her to stand and tidy her clothes.

I winked at Molly, both of us knowing that we wouldn’t be having our own little interlude now, and then I was on my bike.

As I left I could hear Anne protesting to Molly, “You said you didn’t even know a man’s last name. I don’t even know that guy’s first.”

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Dear Ms. B

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It started with an email entitled “Literotica feedback.” Ms. B had read one of the stories I had authored, and fired off a feedback note, evidently in the throes of passion, telling me that I had made her cum. Well, I can’t imagine a better first impression. And there was a return address! Hopefully, I replied, and after a week or so, there was another email from her, a bit more demure to be sure, but possibly the beginning of a lovely friendship.

Ms. B was a bit mysterious about her personal information. I think that she was married, but she would always avoid questions of that sort. When I asked about her sexual fantasies, however, she was most obliging, providing me with an astonishing variety of scenarios in fairly lurid detail.

As she became more comfortable with the arrangement, Ms. B sent me a photo. She looked a bit like that auburn-haired film star, the one with the big eyes, who has been in more than a few daring sex scenes during her celebrated career. Ms. B was also witty and well-read, but with a wild side that came out when the conversation turned to sex. And, she was a workaholic — there were often lengthy gaps in our correspondence due to her professional responsibilities, during which I waited patiently, re-read her old emails, and — well, you know.

Then, one day, she announced out of the blue that she was taking some vacation time, and proposed that we meet. I needed no persuading. We agreed upon a neutral location that I suggested, in Oregon. When the appointed day came, we had a rendezvous at the Portland airport, rented a car, and set off down the Oregon coast.

She looked like her photo, and her voice was nice and musical. We chatted amiably for a few hours as we drove down the coastline. Ms. B was wearing a creme-colored blouse and a burgundy wrap-around skirt, a fairly conservative ensemble. But the skirt had a slit which would expose a lot of thigh, when she wanted it to. I tried to keep my eyes on the road.

I took her to a place I know midway down the coast, where a discreet little old lady has a guest house that she rents out for the weekend. The coastline is very rugged there, with enormous rocks that are just plunked down in the middle of the surf, and lofty cliffs. In the nearby town we picked up a bucket of fresh oysters and a few bottles of champagne. Back at the guest house a blustery wind was blowing outside, as I fried up the oysters and served them to her along with some side dishes. It was cold outside, but cozy and warm inside. We dined in the living room, sitting on two overstuffed armchairs, facing one another with a coffee table and the dinner between us. Halfway through the meal I opened one of the champagne bottles and we put it away rather quickly, as we were having an animated conversation about this and that, and working up a thirst. Then there was a lull in the conversation. I looked across at her, in her cream-colored blouse and burgundy wrap-around skirt; she had kicked off your sandals. I thought to myself that her bare feet were very sexy. My jeans suddenly felt much too tight.

She pulled the champaign bottle from its ice bucket…nice and cold and wet…then she leaned back and lay sideways over the overstuffed arms of her chair. She held that dripping bottle just over her cream-colored blouse and let the cool droplets find her already peaked nipples…mmmm but that icy cold water just made them swell, and they pled to be released as they pressed hard from inside the soft sheer blouse. She took the fingers of her free hand and gently brushed over her needy tits, pulled each nipple up slowly and gently, and let her tits fall back in place.

She arched her İzmit Escort back, and as she moved so very slowly, she pulled her outside leg up just enough to cause that seductive slit in her skirt fall to one side…my side… Perhaps a bit crassly, she drank from the bottle, then slid it down between her swollen tits, hugged herself so the bottle slightly disappeared, and arched her back once again for me. She lifted the bottle up and slowly poured some of the bubbly from the bottle all over her chest. Her blouse was now very soaked and clinging to her, so there was little left to the imagination. With uncharacteristic force, she ripped that blouse open and arched again, to let me see the swelling lust within her that I’d soon be attacking.

The candlelight heightened the visual, and while my cock had been hard for some time now, my hand now found its way between my legs. I saw Ms. B’s eyes lock on to my hand as it came into contact with my cock, through the denim of my jeans. Her eyes widened with excitement, and she began arching and undulating. As my hand seized my cock, I kept my eyes on hers, and watched her increase the tempo of her writhing in her chair. She was holding herself, hands sliding up and down her neck, chest, and thigh. The side of her skirt fell upon farther now, so that the thin pink strap of the thong she was wearing peeked out at me. My tongue made a lap around my needy lips. I let out a gasp — I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath with anticipation, and the mere sight of her entire leg and side exposed to me forced a much harder squeeze of my cock than I was ready for.

She slid the cold bottle up and down the side of her leg – her ankle, her calf, her thigh, her waist…it was only when the bottle reached her waist that I realized that her free hand had freed her from that skirt. She had pulled it apart and there she lay – the soaked thin material of her blouse open yet clinging to the sides of her chest. I was transfixed by her.shiny wet breasts and hard throbbing nipples ready for feasting.

She rested the bottom of the bottle on her flat stomach, just above the seam of the thong that was keeping her secret weapon under cover. She teased a little, slipping a finger thru the thin strap at her waist, pulling it tight and releasing it quickly, producing a harsh smack against her skin and mmmmm a welcome sting to match.

Suddenly my jeans were too confining. I stood up and wriggled out of them, and took a step toward Ms. B. My cock was now on the loose, erect, throbbing, rosy red, and pointing directly at her. I placed my hands on either side of it, letting my palms glide along its length, and letting Ms. B see the pleasure on my face as I enjoyed the sensation. I took another step toward her, and reached down to push the coffee table out of the way. Then my hand found my cock again. Ms. B made a muffled sound and sat up to face me, her gaze transfixed on my cock, which was about at eye level for her. I began to slowly stoke myself, not too fast. I masturbated lazily, teasing Ms. B, who I think wanted to see me lose control. I paused to take off my shirt; now I was fully naked. And then my hand returned again to my cock.

I was staring at her tits. They were wet and shiny and magnificent. I caught my breath. Then my eye moved to her crotch. As Ms. B saw where my gaze had strayed, she cleared her throat, and then shot me the most delightfully brazen smile. Then she slowly parted her thighs, giving me a panoramic view of the spreading stain made by her juices on the scant pink thong.

Involuntarily, my hand began to stroke my cock with greater speed and urgency. I fell to my knees, İzmit Escort Bayan without losing my grip on my member, and shuffled a bit closer. Then I said to her, “Darling, please pull your thong aside and let me see.”

She smiled, with kind of a glazed expression, and slowly complied. She revealed to me her pussy, plump and very wet. My hand on my cock, seemingly beyond my control now, quickened its tempo. I looked her in the eyes and said, “Put your finger inside.” The smile on her face was gone now, replaced by a look of hungry agitation. She slowly inserted her finger into her pussy, and sensuously explored herself. “Feed me,” I demanded.

She slowly withdrew her finger and offered it to my lips. Somehow, I stopped the motion of my hand on my cock, closed my eyes, and concentrated on the smell and taste of her as she gave her finger to my mouth. When I opened my eyes again, she stared intently into them for a moment, and then reached once more for her pussy. Her finger went in again, and then roamed around her clit for a moment, as her hips moved voluptuously, and she muttered something breathlessly. Then, in went the finger again, and then this time it journeyed to my waiting mouth. I sucked it eagerly, and I became aware that my hand was pumping my cock with renewed vigor. I heard her say, as if from far away, “Come on, Brian… come for me… come on me…” And I wanted to do what she asked. But suddenly there was something else I wanted more.

I rose to my feet, and drew her up to me, and kissed her for the first time. Her kiss was wantonly erotic. As we kissed, I eased her thong down over her hips, and she shook them a little to let it fall to the floor. I felt her wet tits rubbing against me, and my cock rubbed against her belly. She pulled me close to trap it between us. But then I pushed her away, just enough to allow my hand to make its way to her crotch.

As we continued a slow, wet, luxurious kiss, my hand came to rest on her mound. Her sex was so swollen and hot! My finger glided easily between her lips into her liquid center, and I groaned with pleasure at the feel of it. I broke off the kiss so that I might whisper hoarsely to her, “Ms. B… I love your cunt!” At which point she kissed me even wider and deeper, while writhing a little to force her pussy against my hand. Maybe I could make her cum with my fingers… god, that would be exciting.

But then another impulse overtook me. I sat down on the armchair, leading the still-standing Ms. B over to face me. I licked some of the champagne off her lovely tits, avoiding her nipples. I pulled back to smile at her, and to gaze in admiration at her tits, before licking them again. As I lapped up the champagne, I dipped my finger again into her pussy, glorying in the feel of it, and then brought it out, so that I might reach up and paint one of her nipples with pussy juice. Then, with an blissful smile, I pulled her close, so that I could suck that nipple, hungry for the taste of her pussy juice, and the feel of her taut nipple in my mouth. It was her turn to groan now. We repeated the experiment with the other nipple, and I continued to massage her clit as I feasted on her nipples. She kept talking to me as I did it. The words were meaningless. The tone of her voice said it all.

My cock needed attention. I stood up, and motioned for her to take my place on the armchair, and as soon as she was seated, I seized her head and guided her mouth to my cock. “MMmmmm,” she said, as she slowly took it to the hilt. I felt incredibly aroused, and near climax, as soon as she began to suck me. “Do you want me to cum?” I stammered. She wouldn’t break Escort İzmit off contact to speak, but the low growling noise she made as she continued to devour me made her intentions clear. Yet I had another idea.

I gently but firmly extricated my cock from her hungry mouth, pushed her back on the chair, and fell to my knees before her. I reached my hands under her legs, lifting them and drawing her toward me, as I nuzzled her thighs, savoring her frangrance and staring from close range at her gorgeous pussy. I’ll never forget the urgency in her voice as she cried, “Brian, set your mouth free on me!” I seized her ass and drew her cunt to my mouth. Voraciously I probed her depths with my tongue, and then dragged my tongue voluptuously upward against her clit. She was writhing and her muscles contracted, threatening to smother me between her thighs, so I gripped them and held them forcibly apart — I wanted complete access to her delicious pussy. I could tell that she was seconds away from cumming — so I stopped.

I rose again and offered my cock to her mouth. She cried out in excitement and began to suck it with renewed intensity. I quickly felt my orgasm approaching like an onrushing freight train, so I broke it off again, as she groaned in a combination of excitement and disappointment. I knelt once more before her and began sucking her nipples again, while tweaking the one I wasn’t sucking. She was making sounds again that suggested that she might cum from this alone, so I stood up, helped her up, and kissed her. I almost thought that I could cum from the feel of her tongue swirling around mine, as she rubbed her tits and belly against me.

I smiled at her, then stepped away and poured two glasses of champagne. We were both trembling as we clinked them together, then drained them. I took her hand, and led her to the bedroom. As if by some pre-arranged choreography in slow motion, we took our places on the bed, pointing in opposite directions, and slowly, gracefully drew ourselves to one another in a side-by-side 69. She propped her upper leg up so that I could bury my face deep in her pussy, and I did the same for her. Slowly, slowly, but with fierce intensity, we sucked each other relentlessly to simultaneous eruption, relishing it, crying out in satisfaction.

It was the beginning of a lovely friendship. I was lost in space for a moment, until I became aware that she was once again sucking my cock, and it was fully erect. I gave her pussy a deep, probing kiss, and then sat up. “Sit on my lap,” I said. She faced me and straddled my lap, slowly impaling her pussy with my cock. I seized her ass and began to move her up and down, feeling her glorious cunt contract around me.

As we fucked slowly and powerfully, she told me that we had unfinished business. She was holding me tight and speaking huskily into my ear, talking about things that we had begun that she wanted to return to before the weekend was over. “I want to get back in that chair,” she said, “and have you kneel on the floor and stroke your cock. I’ll feed you juice from my pussy. But this time, I want you to jack off until you cum. I want you to spurt all over me. Oh!” she cried out in orgasm, and her pussy clenched deliciously around my cock.

I paused for a few seconds, and then resumed fucking her, not faster, but deeper. She continued her commentary. “I want you to finger-fuck me while you suck my tits.” She rubbed them wantonly against my chest at this point, squirming her hips in my lap, as I cried out and plunged my cock all the way inside her. “I’ll let you make me cum with your hand!” She interrupted her little talk as she groaned loudly with another orgasm.

“And after that,” she gasped, “I want to sixty-nine with you all day long. I want to see how many times you can cum in my mouth…” At this point I interrupted her, shouting to her that I was cumming.

And, as it turned out, we did it all.

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Closing Time

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There’s always one person you want but know you can never have. When you’re in high school, he’s the quarterback of the football team. The guy who exudes confidence and has every teenage girl hot and bothered when they think about him before bed. By the time you get to college, he’s your young, hot art professor and you go crazy imagining a very “Ghost” like moment with him behind you at the potters wheel. When you’re a young waitress at a small restaurant he might be the sexy blonde bartender but no matter who he is, the idea that you can never have him often makes you want him even more.

While all three of those have been my kryptonite at one time or another, its the third guy who really piqued my interest. Who still piques my interest…

It all started when I got a job serving at a local bar. The kind of place where everyone knows everybody and regular customers are more expected than diners checking the spot out for the first time. This was my first serving job so saying I was nervous would be an understatement. I walked in for my first night shift and the restaurant was pretty slow. A very cute blonde guy was standing behind the host station eyes affixed to a crossword puzzle. I felt an immediate attraction to him and stood at the door watching him for a little longer than necessary. Regaining my composure, I walked toward the stand but he was too wrapped up in the puzzle to notice.

“Lost,” I said.

That obviously got his attention because he finally looked up, “what?”

“Four letter word for confused. Lost. Which is what I am. My name is Eliza, I’m the new server.”

He smiled a gorgeous smile and stuck out his hand, “Yeah, sorry. We’re so slow tonight I wasn’t paying any attention to what time it was. I’m Jack.”

I took his hand and shook it holding on a little too long. What was wrong with me? I’m not usually this forward. He just smiled again and slowly pulled away.

I finally got into work mode and listened while Jack and another waitress showed me how things worked around the restaurant teaching me the POS system and giving me a tour. When we got to the storage shed behind the restaurant, my mind started to wander- it was just him and me back there now. I could hear Jack talking, but all I could think about was him pushing me up against the wall, kissing my mouth, my neck, biting my chin, grabbing my tits, sucking Buca Escort my…

“Eliza? Are you okay?”

I snapped out of my fantasy feeling a little light headed. Jack was staring at me with an amused look on his face and continued talking about dressings, condiments, and everything else that was stored in the shed.

After my shift I went home and poured a glass of wine to unwind. Jack kept popping into my head and no matter what TV show I tried to watch, the fantasies I was having wouldn’t go away. I decided to take a bath and alleviate some of the heat I was feeling manually. Get a grip Eliza, I thought, he’s your coworker.

I really started to like the restaurant. The more I got the hang of serving, I discovered I was really good at it. I gave respectful friendly service to our older patrons, and flirted hard with the available and slightly unavailable men who came in and out of the bar. I received a lot of phone numbers on credit card receipts and great feedback from the families I waited on. I did more than my fair share of flirting with Jack too.

I liked to tease him. Subtly but deliberate. I’d stick my ass out a little while wiping tables and slightly peek at the bar to see if he was watching. He usually was. I’d lightly graze my full breasts across his back when I was…

“Right behind you,” I said in a low voice. I was holding a rack full of glassware that Jack had brought to dish. We had been so busy this particular night that hand washing all those pints seemed like hell. Although I’d have gladly done it to be stuck with Jack for another hour or so.

“Uh, thanks Eliza,” he said obviously thinking about the heat that just passed between us.

“No problem,” I said nonchalantly, “is there anything else I can do for you?”

He paused a minute and said with that sexy smile, “No, you’re good.”

I came back from behind the bar and took a seat right in the middle. It was almost closing time and the place was empty besides a couple people outside. My gaze drifted to the patio and I noticed two of the employees from the fancy restaurant down the street ravaging each other. Clearly they had had a lot to drink but I honestly don’t know if that perpetuated anything because hook ups between coworkers were second nature among workers of the neighboring places. It was getting hot and heavy between them. Hands up Escort Buca shirts, down pants…

“Hey guys, its two,” Jack’s cool voice sounded out breaking their concentration along with my reverie. They just laughed and said see you later and Jack came back with a smirk on his face.

He locked all the doors and came back behind the bar to pour us two beers. “Who knew we were in for a show. Can’t lie, I was kind of into it.”

That got me going, Jack was watching them too. I looked up at him coyly as I drank my beer. “Bet we could do one better.”

Holy shit. Did I just say that?

Jack laughed at my obvious embarrassment. I never have been good at keeping my thoughts to myself.

“I think we probably could.”

Holy shit… did he just say that?

He came from behind the bar and walked toward my bar stool never breaking eye contact. He stood behind my chair and slowly started giving me a massage. My chin dropped down to my chest and I closed my eyes as he worked my shoulders every so often dropping his hands lower grazing the top of my breasts. His head tilted down and kissed my neck his hands openly fondling my tits over my bra. I turned my head to meet his lightly biting his lower lip as if to say, “give me more.”

He got the message. A naughty light flashed in his eyes an even naughtier smile spread across his lips and he picked me up off the bar stool and set me on top of the bar facing him. He pulled my shirt over my head, unhooked my bra and threw them both on the floor letting my full 34D tits bounce free. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked and licked as I pulled his head into my chest. He squeezed my other breast with his hand and pinched and tweaked my nipple causing sensation overload. I let my head fall back, my lips parting, eyes closing. I stayed that way focusing on his mouth and hands. He started kissing and licking his way down my chest, down my stomach, all the way down to the waistline of my shorts tracing the skin above the fabric with his tongue. He was driving me crazy and I struggled to unbutton my shorts. He pulled them off and his eyes widened when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You’re a naughty girl,” he said as he continued to tease me working his way down each thigh licking a trail to my pussy. He bit the lips of my pussy deliberately avoiding my clit which was Buca Escort Bayan making me insane. Then he found my little bud and lightly sucked it into his mouth making me moan in pleasure. He was trying to make me cum. That wasn’t going to happen yet. Fighting every urge I had to just lay back and let him tongue fuck my pussy, I pushed him back and jumped off the bar.

“My turn,” I said with a wicked smile that I’m sure was the mirror image of his. I pushed him into a pulled out chair at the closest table and slowly sank to my knees. I unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, reached into his boxers to pull out his fully erect cock. Never breaking eye contact. I looked down to see what I was working with and licked my lips extremely satisfied with his length and width. I bent my head down teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue, swirling it around then licking down the shaft teasing him the same way he had teased me. I licked slowly back up and took his whole cock in my mouth sucking as much of it as I could and using my hands for the rest. I bobbed up and down swirling my tongue the whole time. Faster, harder, slower, softer. Repeating this pattern until he moaned and tangled his fingers in my hair. I looked up and said, “I want you.”

Getting off my knees, I straddled him and sat down on his lap rubbing my clit all over his cock before he steadied me and slowly plunged inside. We both gasped as I started to ride him slowly at first, the pace quickening with each thrust. He felt so good and our fucking got hotter and more intense until I was bouncing up and down on his cock so fast I thought I’d cum right there. He pulled my head to his and explored my mouth with his tongue biting my lip, ear, neck hungrily.

“Fuck me!!” I screamed and he got off the chair still plunged deep inside me and lowered me onto the floor.

He slipped out and turned me around leaning me over the table. “Put your hands on the table,” he said in a deep throaty voice.” I complied and felt him push back inside me fucking me from behind. He reached out and wrapped my ponytail around his wrist gently pulling my hair.

Oh. My. God. How did he know I liked that?

He thrusted in and out moaning my name.

“Fuck, Eliza, I’m coming.”

His orgasm matched my own and he collapsed on top of me pushing my body onto the table. I could still feel him inside of me and grinded my ass into him wanting even more.

We stood that way for awhile catching our breath, our feverish bodies still pressed together…

Definitely a shift I’ll never forget.

And to think, I never had a thing for blondes before.

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Date Night

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The evening started simple enough. We meet for dinner at a quiet restaurant. You look stunning in a skirt; silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to hint at your cleavage, dark hose and heels. The waiter sits us down and I watch him give you the once over. I just smile to myself. You look at me quizzically and I just say “Nothing”.

After the waiter takes our drink orders we sit back and discuss what is going on with our lives. The hectic days had made us feel connected. After many tries and schedule changes we had finally arranged to get a night out with no responsibilities.

I look over at you and realize how much I had missed being with you. I reach out with my hand and take yours in my hand. Your soft skin resting gently against my calloused hands. All during dinner as the wine flows and we unwind, my mind begins to wander. I begin to wonder what you are wearing under your skirt and blouse. My eyes keep dropping from your bright eyes to your breasts. My mind undressing you as I go.

I imagine you lying on the bed hair spread out underneath you as I lie beside you slowly unbuttoning your blouse.

“Whack” You hit me upside the head with your napkin. I snap out of my reverie and see you looking across the candle lit table at me. “What are you thinking about now?” You ask. I look at you, smile and say “You, in our bed, as I explore every inch of your body while I undress you so I can see what you have on underneath!”

You blush at my comments and I just let out a laugh.

A nice slow song comes on so I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor. I pull you close to me and you drop your head into my chest. We slowly move around the dance floor. As we move I slowly rock my crotch against you. You look up at me and smile. I lean down and kiss your lips, letting our tongues do a gentle dance. Enjoying the scent of your perfume as you push your body into mine. My body just soaks up the sensation of the way your body folds and molds into mine. Your arms wrapped around me as I hold you tight. I feel you work your leg so one of my legs is now between yours, every so often you step tight forcing your crotch onto my thigh. My hand works hand begins to run up and down your thigh and across your ass. I can now tell that you have garters and stocking on under your skirt. As we dance, I look into your dancing eyes, watching you breath, hoping to catch a quick glance down the front of your blouse.

After the dance as we head back to our table you slow down and I walk up right behind you. I feel your hand behind you as it grabs at my hardening cock. Then your hand leaves me! As we get back to the table you grab your purse and tell me that you need to head to the ladies room. I sit down, order us some more wine and just relax, enjoying the sights and smells of seeing you looking so good! After a few minutes you return with a little grin on your face. I ask you what is up and you say “Nothing” and smile back at me.

We share a dessert and after paying the bill we head out to the car. As I put away my wallet you take my hand in yours. I feel something in it. I look down and as I begin to open my hand I realize what it is. You have taken off your panties!

As I open your door you push me against the car and you raise your lips to mine. As my tongue invades your mouth, your hand wanders down to my crotch. As I kiss you deeper, your hand massages my cock more and more! You push your crotch against my hard cock for a minute and then you break the kiss. As you slide into your seat I watch your skirt slide up across your stockings showing off more of your legs. By the time I have walked around to my side of the car and slide in I see that your skirt is hiked up so that I can see your smooth thighs and the garters holding up your stockings! As I climb into my seat you lean over and give me another kiss and let your hand wander back into my lap. My free hand runs up your thigh across your belly to your breast. I let my hand rest gently on it as our tongues intertwine. I feel you pushing your breast against my hand as we continue to kiss. Finally I break the kiss and start the car.

After leaving the lot, I look over and notice that I can see more of the smooth flesh of your cleavage. As I drive down the road I keep glancing over and I see one of your hands resting on your thigh. The farther I drive the higher up your thigh it seems to move. At a stoplight I look over at you and bend over and give me another kiss. Your hand wanders into my lap and rests on my cock. It starts to harden again as you lightly squeeze it. As the light turns green you break the kiss and I look down. I can see all the way down your blouse, your breasts being held by a satin bra with the tops just begging to be kissed and nibbled on.

As you lean back in your seat I glance over again and I see you sliding your hand farther up between your legs. I return back to concentrating on the traffic. The next thing I feel is your finger sliding across my lips. Your finger is wet and I can smell your excitement on it. I let my mouth open up and you Alsancak Escort slide your finger between my lips. My tongue runs all across your finger trying to get all the juices from it as you slide it in and out of my mouth.

Finally, we arrive home.

You head for the kitchen to get us a bottle of wine, while I get the fireplace going. Once you return, we sit down and just watch the fire burn. You curl up next to me so my arm is across your shoulder and your head is resting against my shoulder. I can feel your lips as you begin to nibble lightly at my neck. Just quick fleeting pecks. Your lips leaving little hot spots on my neck. As you get closer to my face, I turn and pull you to me, pushing my tongue between your lips. Pulling your body tight to mine. My hands run through your soft hair. Pulling it away from your neck. My lips begin to work their way down across your cheek, back to your ear, leaving a hot trail as they go.

I roll onto my back on the couch and you roll with me so you are now lying across my chest. My mouth continues to explore the nape of your neck as my hands run up and down along your stockings, your thighs, your skirt and across the back of your silk blouse. You push yourself into me. I can feel the heat rising between us. Your hot breath is running across my neck as my tongue continues to taste all the skin on the nape of your neck. My hands begin to work their way down your back to your skirt again. I let them rest on your cheeks holding you tight against me. You can feel my hardness pressing against you. My hands begin to caress and squeeze your cheeks. You let out a low moan. I inhale deeply all the intoxicating aromas emanating from your body. My tongue works its way back to your lips. You let out another groan as you put your hands at my sides. Running them up and down my sides. Feeling me jump and squirm as you hit my ticklish spots.

I grab your hands and look at you as your eyes sparkle in the light of the fire! You have a mischievous grin on your face as I hold your hands tight and continue to kiss you. I then push you off me as I head off to grab a comforter for the floor.

When I return, you have re-filled one of the glasses. You take the glass and let your mouth fill with the wine. I bring your lips to mine and you begin to share your wine with me. Our tongues do a little dance enveloped by the cold wine. I take you and lead you down to the floor and lie down next to you. The music is playing softly in the background as I slowly kiss my way down from your lips to the nape of your neck to the neckline of your blouse. My fingers slowly unbutton your blouse. As I spread the blouse open my tongue and lips kiss all the newly exposed flesh. Your hands run though my hair trying to force me to speed up. I grab your hands and hold them still as I let my lips continue to explore your soft skin. My hot breath hitting you in strong contrast to the relative coolness of my lips.

I release your hands so I can unbutton your blouse some more. As I pull it open wider exposing your bra, my lips explore the swell of your breasts. You let out little moans as my tongue and lips get closer and closer to the edges of your bra. Your hands move back to my head again. Trying to get me to speed up. I take your hands again and hold them over your head as I explore your breast some more. Finally I move down and finish unbuttoning your blouse. My tongue kissing and licking and sliding all over you belly. You jump when I let my tongue slide into your belly button. As I kiss my way back up your belly I begin to remove your blouse. You raise your back and arms as we pull it off together. My face nestled in the valley between your breasts. You can feel my hot breath on your skin.

I unsnap your bra and let it fall away, freeing your breasts and exposing your hard nipples, which are just begging to be touched. I gently lower my lips to your breasts and let them rest next your nipples. I begin to trace circles around your nipples with my tongue. My breath hits your nipples but nothing else. You feel me switch from nipple to nipple. They get harder and harder. One time as I begin to blow across your nipples you grab my head and attempt to force my lips and mouth onto it. I fight back, grab your hands and tell you “NO!, Not until I am good and ready!” You look at me and Sit up holding your hands with one hand as I begin to remove my tie with the other.

You look at me like, what are you doing. I straddle your hips as I pull my tie loose. I then take your hands and begin to loop the tie around them. A look of shock/excitement crosses your face as you feel my tie wrap around your wrists. Not to tight but enough to hold them out of the way. Removing some of your mobility. As I push your hands back over your head, I remind you not to move your hands as I kiss your lips and your face. Working my way down your neck, between the valley of your breasts and across your belly button. You arch your back hoping to feel my lips on you nipples. I just slide right on by.

You feel my hands running Alsancak Escort Bayan up and down your thighs and under your skirt, across your stockings and onto your bare thighs. You spread your legs wider and wider as my hands go higher and higher. As I kiss my way down your belly, I unzip your skirt and begin to pull it down over your legs. You raise your ass to let me get the skirt pulled down. As my hands pass along your cheeks I give them a hard playful squeeze. You let out a groan as my tongue works across your belly again and the skirt slides down across your nylons. As the skirt gets down to your ankles my tongue runs across the top of your pubic hair and along one leg. I can feel the heat and smell the excitement coming from between your legs. I kiss the bare flesh above your stocking and continue to kiss my way down to your toes.

You keep your tied hands above your head. I can hear you moaning and begging me to kiss your wet pussy. I just smile and continue my exploration of your body. Once I get to the bottom of one foot, I switch legs and begin to work my way back up. Your legs are thrashing, your breathing is slightly ragged and you are cursing me lightly under your breath as I slowwwly work my way back up your leg with my lips and tongue. My hands rubbing across your nylons and the bare skin of your thighs and playing with your pubic hair as my lips begin the slow trek back up your body. As my lips near the top of your nylons I pause. I then reach down with my hands, slowly unsnap each garter and begin to gently roll the nylon down your leg. I let my tongue trace a trail right behind the stocking as it exposed more and more flesh. As my tongue gets to your toes and the stocking is pulled off I move to the top of your other stocking and repeat the process.

After both stockings are removed I sit back between your legs and admire your body. Your garter straps framing your wet pussy, your hard nipples sitting on top of your breasts that are rising and falling with each breath. As I look at your body an idea crosses my mind. I take your blouse and cover your face with it and tell you to not move. I just put my finger to your lips as you try and start to ask a question. I roll the cover on you to make sure you don’t get cold.

You hear me walk away, you are to excited so you bring your hands down between your legs. Your body quivers as you try and work a finger up and down your wet lips and across your hard clit. You use the tie around your wrists to help put pressure on your clit as your finger strain to slide into you. You soon just start to hump your wrist and the tie around them. Your breath becoming more ragged. Your nipples getting hard as you arms rub across your breasts.

Then as you begin to get close to your orgasm you are shaken from your reverie by my touch as I grab your wrists and put them back above your head. I straddle your chest and push your arms over your head again as I pull your blouse up just enough to expose your mouth. You can feel my silk boxers rubbing against the underside of your breasts. I lower my lips to your and it feels like you are trying to inhale my tongue. I break the kiss and tell you to keep your hands still. I take the blouse from your face and I kiss the small beads of sweat from your forehead. I then take scarf and cover your eyes. After the scarf is in place you feel me climb off of you and I tie your hands to the legs of the couch. Now you tug and realize that you can’t move your hands even if you wanted.

You then feel me move down between your legs and slide a pillow under your butt. Pushing your hot wet pussy up into the air. Next you feel something cool and metallic against your skin. You hear a swish and realize that I have the scissors and that I am cutting your pubic hair. You begin to complain but I run a finger through your wet lower lips and place it on your upper lips to hush you again. You run your tongue all over my finger tasting yourself off of my finger.

I then move back between your legs and take a wet washcloth and wipe down your pubic area and your lips. I let my finger run up and down between them teasing your clit a little bit as I go. You let out another moan. You hear the hiss of the shaving cream and you jump a bit as I work the cool gel all around your pussy and your pubic bone. I let my other finger play between your lips, as the shaving cream covered fingers make sure I have gotten all the hair.

After I am happy with the results I remove my finger from between your lips, wash my hands and move up to give you another kiss. You can feel my hot and hard but soft cock resting on your thigh. You raise your thigh putting pressure on my cock and I let out a moan into your mouth. Your tongue invades my mouth trying desperately to keep me busy and horny enough to stop with the shaving and just start fucking you. I finally break the kiss, and begin to kiss my way back into position.

Finally I pick up the new razor, remind you not to move and I begin to gently remove your hair. Slowly, gently, swipe-by-swipe, Escort Alsancak I expose your soft smooth skin. As I get closer to your lips I remind you to stay still. I then began the process of clearing the areas around your wet lips. I can see, smell and feel your excitement. I can hear you moaning quietly begging me to hurry. I just smile and continue to work diligently and carefully to make sure I don’t hurt you.

Finally I sit back and admire my work. I take a warm washcloth and wipe down all the stray cream and rinse you off. After you are rinsed clean, you feel my tongue start at the bottom of your pussy lips and begin to lick up. Slow languid movements, as I check to make sure I did a thorough job. I can hear you pulling on your bonds. Your voice is begging me to fuck you. Your breathing is coming in shallow breaths. Your hips are gyrating, trying to get my tongue onto your hard clit. I just continue to take my time. Finally when I have decided that you are indeed very smooth and my face is covered in your juices I slide back up your body. My cock resting against your now barren pussy as I lower my wet lips to your tongue. You run your tongue across my lips and into my mouth tasting your excitement again.

My hips begun to slide my cock up and down your lips as your tongue and mine are intertwined. You are pushing your hips hard against mine. Forcing your clit to press against the shaft of my dripping cock. You begin to beg me to fuck you. I reach out and pull away your blindfold. There is pure unadulterated lust in your eyes. You look at me and say “FUCK ME HARD NOW!” I continue to let my shaft run up and down your lips as I reach out to grab a bottle.

You look up and see me pick up a bottle of massage oil. You just groan at me and tell me to stop teasing you. I take some of the oil my hands, warm it and begin to work it into your skin. I start at your feet, Slowly working my way up your body. You struggle against your bonds, begging me, promising me anything if I would just stop and stuff my hard cock in your hot wet pussy. I just smile at you, give you a kiss and continue with my massage. I watch you close your eyes as I get closer and closer to your pussy. Your eyes open wide when I skip over the apex of your legs and I begin to pour some oil on your stomach. I work that in, letting some of it run down across your pussy. My hands move up to your breasts, working all around the curves, but avoiding your nipples. Causing you to curse me again! You can feel my hard cock resting against your thigh again. My thighs holding your thighs wide open as I work the oil up into your shoulders and across your arms.

Finally I work my way back down to your nipples. I grab some more oil and dribble some on your hot pussy. I let one hand begin to run across both of your nipples while the other works down across your slick belly to your now smooth pussy. You let out a groan as my finger begins to trace up and down your lips. Slowly separating them. Your wetness just sitting there begging to be licked up. You feel your nipples getting pinched, and stroked and caressed. This just causes your pussy to get wetter and wetter. I slide a finger in and you let out another groan. As I pinch your nipple again I let a finger slide down to your ass. You raise your hips slightly and my finger quickly disappears into your ass. You can feel the fingers bumping into each other. As I move that hand back and forth, I lower my mouth to your nipples, sucking and biting one as my hand caresses the other. I keep on switching back and forth as I work to keep them both nice and hard!

Finally I pull my mouth away from your nipples and slowly pull my fingers from you. You let out a moan and look at me like you are ready to explode. I straddle your hips, lay my chest across yours and begin to kiss you as I use my hands to untie you. Our chests rubbing together. First one hand is free then the second.

Once your hands are untied, you immediately grab my face and kiss me hard. You break that kiss and roll me onto my back. As I look up at you, you reach back and grab a hold of my cock. You hold it poised at the entrance as my hands work up your body to your breasts. I take them between my hands and begin to gently squeeze them. My fingers getting closer and closer to your nipples as I watch you slowly lower yourself onto my hard cock. I can hear your groans as I feel your tightness envelope me. My own breath begins to go ragged. After you are seated on my groin again you begin to rock your hips back and forth. Forcing my cock to slide in and out of you slowly and deeply. As we work into a rhythm you feel your orgasm building again. You look down at me and bring your nipples to my lips. I suck one into my mouth, my tongue runs all around it and then you feel my teeth begin to nibble on it.

As I pull your body tight to mine, our heat so intertwined we are both sweating, not even noticing that the fire has died down. I roll you on your back again and kneel between your legs. I begin to work my cock deeper and harder into you. You beg me to fuck you harder. I brace my arms next to you and you reach out to grab my ass. Pulling me into you harder and harder. Forcing me deeper. My cock throbbing with each thrust. My teeth now nibbling on the nape of your neck. Your clit being brushed by my body every time I thrust into you.

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Dancin’ For The Groceries Ch. 02

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“Mom? Mom are you home?” Jeremy called out when his grandmother brought the children home one evening after the sitter called ill.

“What’s all the ruckus?” Elizabeth rounded the corner in her bathrobe.

“Mom, we’re having a career day at school next week and my teacher wanted to know what kind of jobs our parents have so we can share them in class. What should I tell her about your job?”

Embarrassed about his question, she responded, “well, honey, just tell them your mom is an actress,” That’s about what I do when I seduce those men anyway, she thought to herself.

“I did already and then she asked me if you’d come in and talk to my class about your acting, and maybe give the kids a demonstration. But I know that won’t work because of what you really do. They’d kick me out of school and probably call social services, or something, for sure. So, what do I tell them now?”

Elizabeth questioned her son’s comment in her mind, how does he know what I do? “Oh Jeremy, I’d love to help out in your class, but I can’t take a day off yet; I just started there. I hope you understand.”

Jeremy glanced up at her knowingly and nodded his head in agreement.

“How important is this career day to you?” she planned an escape for them both.

“Really? I could care less. I know what I want to be after I graduate from college. I want to be a lawyer just like the one that helped us get away from dad.”

“Well, you know how much we need this job to work out, so if you want, I can call grandma and ask if you and your sister can stay there for the day. That shouldn’t be a problem. Neither of you miss school much, so I think it’ll be fine for you to take one day off. That way you don’t have to answer their questions and I won’t miss a day of work.”

“Hi mom, it’s Liz. Jeremy just notified me of an extra day off from school. I can’t take a day off work because I just started, that wouldn’t look good, ya know. Anyway, I already tried Helen, but she has to work too, so I’m hoping you’d be able to watch the kids that day.” Elizabeth lied to her son first and now her mother about her new job. I can’t keep this up for long. It’s just not me to lie to my own mother, she thought while she waited for a reply.

“Thanks mom, you’re a lifesaver again.” She ended the call then went to tell Jeremy the good news.

“Thanks mom.”

“Hey Jeremy, can you come here for a second?” Jeremy approached and sat on the foot of her bed. “What did you mean when you said my talking to your class wouldn’t work because you know what I do? How do you know what I do?”

“Well, that time when grandma was sick and you went over there to take care of her for a couple days, dad had some movies in the house and when I got up to get a drink of water during the night I saw girls dancing and they had shoes just like the ones by your bed. I never seen you in those shoes before and I figured you just got a job dancing like those girls in the movie.”

“How does that make you feel?”

“I think you’re pretty mom and I know you’ll do whatever it takes to take care of Maddie and me. So I guess it’s okay as long as you don’t bring any of them dirty men home with you or go out with them.”

“Oh my, you sure know a lot for a boy your age, thanks to your father.” Elizabeth ground her teeth then bit her lip to keep herself from going any further with the comment about her ex-husband. “Yes, I will do just about anything I can to keep you two happy, healthy and safe. I said almost anything, because I do have standards that I won’t drop below. I can promise you, your mom will never walk the streets looking for money and won’t ever put either of you in harms way, just for a job. Okay?”

“Okay mom. But remember, if you go prostituting or start takin’ drugs, I will call grandma and Helen on you, got it?” Jeremy stood from her bed, hugged her then left the room.

“Prostituting?” she mouthed the word and wondered where he’d gotten that from. Her head dropped to her hands. My babies are growing up way too fast. I know he’s a teenager, but just barely. I wonder how much Madison knows that I have no clue about? Saturday night we will all sit down and have a long talk during dinner is all I can say.

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As time passed, Karşıyaka Escort she’d learned the moves that brought in the bucks and the more she allowed her men to do to her or vise versa, the more money she made. She had more than one man begging for more of her talents. She often worked a double shift if a girl called in sick or someone quit without notice. Her children would stay at her mother’s house for the night in those cases.

Leeza had been at the gentleman’s club for six months when they offered her the night shift. She was so tempted, but she needed to find someone dependable to watch her children. She’d saved enough money to finally get them out of the hellhole they once lived in.

“If that offer is still available I’ll take it,” she told the owner on her next scheduled workday. “I have a sitter now and I could use the extra cash.”

Leeza prepared her hair and make-up as usual and since this was her first performance on the night shift she strategically added a little glitter to her skin for a different effect. She strutted on the stage as the first song of her three-song set began. Slow And Easy by White Snake rocked her into the choreographed routine she’d been practicing at home. Her slowness of undress had the men’s attention. She occasionally used the pole for support, swaying her hips during a seductive maneuver.

Pleased with the money she had made thus far encouraged her to go further, give more. In private dances she allowed touching and found the nastier she moved the more money she made. Her erotic moves captivated the gentlemen into spending their hard earned money on her.

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It had been nearly a year since Elizabeth first started stripping. The money soon afforded her a new apartment, she’d gotten her vehicle repaired and started accelerated courses at the local community college. She was well on her way to making a new life for her children as well as herself. She only hoped her energy level would continue long enough for her to finish school.

“Hey girl! I haven’t seen you in ages,” Helen said when she ran into Elizabeth at the grocery store. “So, how’s that job going? You sure look good; not that you looked bad before,” she added with a giggle.

“Oh it’s going, but c’mon now, it hasn’t been that long. I can’t believe the money some of those girls bring in each night. But, then I’ve heard the more you give, the more you get. I’m just not willing to give that much of myself in those places because I might not want what they have to give, if you know what I mean.” Elizabeth shrugged and shook her head.

“I’m doing better now than I’d been before. I was able to start a bank account and get the children some new clothes and shoes, and we have plenty to eat. I found a company that gives grants to single parents and they’re helping with my books and tuition, which is a relief. I’ve got a few more classes to take then my plan is to get a job at the hospital.”

“That’s wonderful Liz. Oh, by the way,” she paused to pay for her purchases. “I ran into Mr. Foster the other day. You know he’s still smitten over you, I couldn’t believe it after all this time. You sure did a number on him during your divorce.”

“Did a number on him? I never even touched him.”

“You didn’t have to. It was your demeanor and the way you carried yourself that got him. Oh yeah, and your eyes. He said he loves your eyes. He asked what you’ve been up to.”

“Tell me you didn’t say anything to him about my choi…”

“Of course not, Liz. That’s your business, but I think you should give him a call. He’s a decent guy with a lot to offer the right woman. And it’s quite evident that you’re her. I have his number for you.” She handed the notepaper to Liz when they approached the parking lot.

“Well I don’t have much of a social life between the kids, school and work, but I’ll think about it, okay. If you see him again, tell him hello for me.”

****

“Helen? We don’t have any plans next weekend do we?” Steve asked as he closed his cell phone and slid it into his pocket.

“No. Why?”

“You’ll never guess who’s getting married! Finally!”

“Okay I give up. Who?”

“My cousin! After all these years of being a single man, some woman finally nabbed him. His buddies are planning a bachelor party for him and he asked me to be his best man, so of course I have to go.” Steve raised a brow and gave a smirk.

“Where are they having the party? Who’s going?” Helen asked inquisitively, as any wife would.

“Not sure exactly, but you know Steve wants to go to a strip club downtown. Not sure which one, but he said it’s a clean place, he called it a gentleman’s club I think.”

“Okay, I trust you. Now who’s going?” Helen asked a second time rubbing her hands over Steve’s chest arousing his nipples until he gave in.

“Foster and a couple other guys from the office and some other guys. I think it’s just gonna be a small gathering from the sound of it.”

“Well, Please don’t ask me how I know, but tell them the gentleman’s Escort Karşıyaka club on Fourth Street downtown is a nice place and the guys are guaranteed a fun night.” Helen placed a finger to her husband’s lips when he began to speak as a questioning look covered his face. “I ‘m not saying anything else and you aren’t gonna ask any questions of me, remember?”

“The guys will have a lot of fun there; I promise,” Helen said then pulled Steve in for a heated kiss that led them to the bedroom.

****

“Well, here we are. This is the place my wife recommended for some odd reason, but I guess she had her motives and I trust her.” Steve pulled up to the valet.

They waited at the door for the rest of their group to arrive and entered together. Steve located a group of empty tables. “Looks like we got here at a good time,” and motioned for a waitress. “This guy here is getting married next week and we’re celebrating his last weekend as a free man,” he told her.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place for that. Can I get you a drink while you get settled?”

Drinks were ordered all around and the guys settled into their chairs as they took in the sights. Some were right at home in the smoky, loud environment as scantily clad woman pranced around before them. Yet others, particularly Mr. Foster, were obviously embarrassed, with this being their first time in a place like this. Mr. Foster wasn’t sure where to look as the heat increased in his loins and face.

The girls on the stage were finishing their last set when the guys walked in and by the time they were seated and had their drinks the next group of dancers had entered the stage area. “Holy shit!” Steve rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

“Hey what’s wrong with you, too smoky for ya?” Steve’s cousin asked.

“Um- – ahem – -no, thanks I’m okay,” he replied as he focused on one of the dancers.

“Hey man, take it easy. Remember, you’re married,” another teased.

Steve nudged his cousin, “Hey, look up there. Is that who I think it is?” astounded to see Elizabeth in partial undress. Unable to take his eyes off her as she slid her toned legs around that golden pole while The Zoo by the Scorpions provided an excellent beat for her routine.

“Oh, Dear Lord!” Mr. Foster gasped and tried to cover his face. She’ll never go out with me after seeing me here. I just know it. He thought to himself, wishing now that he would’ve stayed home, but it was too late. The thought of not pursuing her, now knowing her new profession, never entered his mind.

Elizabeth’s eyes locked with Steve’s and she nearly fainted. She covered her bare breasts then froze when she felt total embarrassment and fear flush over her. She’d thought that was bad, but as her eyes moved from his she saw his cousin and then Mr. Foster. A chill rose up her spine and she suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

A dancer named Glimmer strutted her way toward Leeza. “Are you all right girl? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Maybe you should sit down for a while.” Glimmer tried to get Leeza to leave the stage, but she refused. She took a moment to compose herself then continued through her routine.

They were bound to find out sooner or later, she thought as she continued her sensual steps of undress. She kicked her skirt behind her just as the second song ended. The third song, Moist, by Janet Jackson began and it was time for her floor routine.

As she danced she recalled her first attempt at this movement after watching Candi do it several times. She sauntered to the pole once again. With her back against it she lowered herself and perched on her heels, thighs spread apart as far as she could get them. With her hands on the floor she leaned forward and crawled like an animal on the prowl for fresh meat. Like a pro, her movements were graceful, yet hot, her gestures, erotic.

Like a tigress, her legs slid alternately as she moved toward the tip rail then leaned back against her thighs and touched her breasts to the sensual beat of the music. She fluffed her hair then turned and swayed her tight ass after a few very slow push-ups. Leeza memorized this song and knew the opportune time to execute a specific movement. She sang the words to herself, but would mouth the word “moist” along with the song. When she righted herself her g-string was stuffed with bills folded lengthwise.

Her set was almost finished and she headed towards the back of the stage to make for a quick and easy exit after she’d gathered her discarded clothing. She felt the gaze of men’s eyes burn through her during that routine. Often, she loved the attention, but tonight she just wanted the night to end as quickly as possible.

The girls disappeared behind the closed door momentarily. Once Leeza was dressed and presentable she made her presence known. Mr. Foster could hardly breathe as she made her way to their table. Feeling most comfortable with Steve, she slid up to him first. With the utmost grace and sultry voice she’d mastered over time, Leeza greeted his Karşıyaka Escort Bayan guests.

Leeza felt the heat rise when she noticed Mr. Foster’s stare; she approached him. “Hello.” Her words carried a sound similar to that of sexual pleasure rather than a simple hello. “Would you like to go someplace a bit more private so we can talk, and perhaps I can replace that look of embarrassment with a smile?”

Mr. Foster stood and she grasped his arm then led him to the private room at the right of the stage. “How much for thirty minutes?” He questioned the bouncer at the entrance of the room. After listening to the list of options he added, “I want a lap dance, but I want her for thirty minutes, if she’ll have me. I don’t want any of that other stuff.” Mr. Foster paid the quoted fee and entered after Leeza.

She felt at ease being the only one in the room and had the bouncer to thank for that. A nice tip to the staff usually guaranteed a dancer’s request. She wanted to explain her actions to Mr. Foster, but he wouldn’t listen and placed a finger to her parted lips. “Dance for me, Eliz – – um – – I mean Leeza,” he pleaded. A smile quickly replaced the face of embarrassment he wore when he entered.

Nervous tension prevented her from dancing the way she would have for a stranger. “If you’d rather not I understand, but I did pay a lot of money for your company. I’ve been waiting so long to feel you, to kiss you, to hold you in my arms, but you won’t return my advances, so when I saw you on that stage I lost it. I figured I’d get you one way or another. This isn’t what I had planned though.”

“You really want me to dance for you? Do you want me to dance like I know you or as I would for a regular patron?”

“Whatever you would normally do is fine. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

Leeza began her seduction to Wicked Garden by Stone Temple Pilots. The pounding beat of drums and guitar reverberated off the glass-tiled walls of the small room, as well as from the chair Mr. Foster sat, which aided to the intensity of her seduction. Her black dress slid against his suit and he shuddered. She grinned, “You like that?”

A finger pressed against his lips silenced his reply. She already knew the answer. Her movements continued. She stood in front of him with her ass near his face. He grasped his slacks tightly, afraid to touch her.

Leeza’s hands caressed her firm ass, sliding the material up her thighs to give more than a quick glimpse of her g-string. When she turned around her hands were behind her head. The top of her dress fell forward with a slight movement of her shoulders.

Mr. Fosters eyes widened, he licked his lips and exhaled deeply; hands still clenched his slacks. He felt his heart pound harder the closer she moved toward him. Straddling his thighs she grazed her pussy against his throbbing shaft.

He shifted in his seat allowing her a flatter surface, which warranted greater contact of his erection. “Touching is allowed here, Mr. Foster,” she whispered into his ear before she nibbled gently.

.

“Mmm. Please, call me Ryan,” he breathed heavily against her neck while her body moved sensually against his.

She felt his hips rise against hers and she’d grind harder against him. She leaned toward his parted lips, “This isn’t an act this time,” her whisper almost silent, then rose from his lap. Leeza sauntered around him rubbing her hands over her flesh, inviting him to join her. He hesitated again. She grasped his hand in hers and placed it against a protruding nipple. Her hands moved to his hair, his face then his chest as she danced for him.

Unlike the act she had performed for the numerous patrons in the past, her movements tonight were deliberate. She wanted to seduce him. She longed for more of him, the ache in her pussy so intense, her silent plea, so urgent.

After the sixth song she knew she’d need to change her panties before attending to other patrons. Ryan had her so hot. Those moves were supposed to be for him; instead, she’s the one who received fulfillment as the waves of her orgasm rippled through her.

As her body calmed they talked a bit, but mostly she just held him and he breathed in her delicious scents, a combination of perfume and the sweet fragrance that rose from her pussy. Their erotic union interrupted by a knock on the smoky glass partition.

“Time’s up, Mr. Foster.” The deep voice echoed off the glass.

“I don’t want to leave yet,” Ryan begged. A sudden sadness filled his soul when Leeza stood and said she had to go.

“I don’t want you to spend all your money on me,” she said before she leaned to kiss his lips gently. “No one else gets that.” She stood slowly and sauntered out of the room with a glow about her she’d never felt before.

Ryan returned to his friends as Leeza disappeared behind yet another door. “So, is she worth the big bucks?” one of the party guests slurred.

“Don’t mind him, he’s had too much to drink tonight, Ryan. Besides, we all know she’s worth that and more and she shouldn’t be in a place like this, but she’s determined to get ahead. I can only imagine, they must make a ton of money, I just can’t understand how they can do it; especially a woman like Elizab – – um – – I mean Leeza.” Steve hesitated after the slip of her real name.

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David and Helena

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This is my first real effort. Any constructive feedback would be enjoyed. I have plans and have started part 2 but could be open to direction…

I hope this is enjoyed as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Part 1

She

could not believe her luck. It was some kind of alignment in the stars or beautiful moment where all factors coincided to create a kind of perfect storm in her world.

On an otherwise ordinary day, different only for one of her more reliable staff member being away sick, Helena sat in the booth. She had other things she would rather be doing but needs be and she had to cover for sick staff as and when required. The day seemed to slow in this role typically and servicing the needs of the venues predominantly lower socio economic males, wasn’t ‘flopping her mop’ on this occasion.

Clients were coming and going and there was a bit of excitement in the room with the day’s horse racing, dogs and the big game that night. Helena remained calm throughout others various highs and lows and basically indifferent having sampled the situation numerous times before. She quietly read her book between customer’s requirements and had long ago learnt to ignore any advances from hopeful suitors trying to ride their luck.

She was certainly attractive enough to get attention from anyone new to the venue but most of the locals, if not respected her space, then feared her sharp tongue and avoided her wit through engaging only politely for services required. New men, or fresh meat, as the locals would call them were sometimes the object of ridicule having wandered innocently into the venue, spied an unexpected “beauty ” on the staff and made a move. On more than a dozen occasions she had sent them from the building with their tails between their legs with ears ringing to the chorus of the other men laughing at their misfortune. Yes locally Helena was known as KT (knife tongue) … and she liked the name.

She always dressed smartly and with a moderate amount of jewellery. She preferred gold as it complemented her long red hair. She was blessed with incredible auburn curls which cascaded in waves around her face and over her shoulders, the longest tips contouring to the middle of her back. To accompany this, she had pale blue eyes, a lean looking face which curved high at the cheek to be somewhat intriguing and appealing. If she could wiggle her nose she could perform magic such was that features likeness to the ‘Bewitched’ tv star.

Among other common approaches from men she was used to hearing “can you prove you are a natural red head’? To which she would initially reply with something like “yes but only rarely bother with the non ugly… so you’re out of luck my friend”. Then she would launch into a tirade about what an ignorant and lazy approach from someone so obviously lacking in all social or physical endowments and how dare they waste her time with such insulting conversation.

He

Was petrified! In seconds, his life had been turned upside down and the consequences of a seemingly innocuous incident which was about to send his controlled and very enjoyable existence into an unknown and possibly not very enjoyable, positively miserable time. The folder he had been handed , only moments ago he had taken with a smile. He had recognised the giver from an earlier encounter and certainly did not detect any threat whatsoever. Upon opening the envelope and interpreting the contents however his head quickly began to spin and this was like nothing he had felt before. He saw a whole happy life, respect of peers, family, finances and career all in tatters .

Trying to gather himself and likening the experience to a recent concussion, he turned on the perpetrator of his ill fortune to be faced directly by the striking red head …..and be handed another note.

Stunned at her forthrightness in the state of his obvious distress he snatched the note, glaring down at her. “Whats this?” he demanded.

“Read it” she calmly and matter of factly replied.

Breathing deeply, and trying to regain some control of the turmoil his mind was going through, he considered his options. With so few available he slowly unfolded the note and commenced to read.

“You Have Been Caught”

The note started in a bold aggressive and sadly for David, obviously accurate way. The note continued…

“There will be consequences. Before we move in any direction I need you to know that I have copies made of this evidence. This is located in three safe places and should anything untoward happen to me then all evidence before you ,will be turned over to the police… via the media along with video and audio that these snaps were extracted from” .

David had quickly gone from horror to revulsion at the realisation he was being blackmailed. He looked up from the page at the perpetrator who he was shaken to see, held his gaze for a second… and then winked at him.

Disbelieving the situation, He looked down and continued to read.

“Through this situation as mentioned, there are alternatives Bornova Escort to anyone else knowing of your crime other than me. It will be entirely up to you as to what course of action you take… Your destiny and future life all depend on the decision you make in the next five minutes.”

As he read the sentence he heard a beep and saw his antagonist reach down from a small electronic timer on the shelf. “Hey” he said, without knowing what else to back it up with….

She replied with only a “Tick Tock, keep reading” and she followed this with another wink and nod toward the timer.

He could not believe this, it was surreal but be quickly established that the smallest commodity he had was time…. so he continued to read.

The cleanly typed note read.

•All of these actions below will be adhered to or the actions regarding media and police will be followed through.

•You will now refer to your dominant mistress (the woman who has caught you) as “Mistress”

•You will obey your mistress completely, without question and promptly.

David bowed his head.

He had gambled and lost. Literally.

The venue of his down fall had been the little betting outlet in Newbridge shopping facility a week before on Tuesday. He had used it on this occasion as it seemed non descript and when he had cased it briefly, the service lady at the counter had seemed from a distance, very unlikely to recognise him and on top of this, very disinterested in her work.

He had surmised her to be, attractive, in a ‘book wormy’ with a disinterested and allof intelligence. After a few moments of summation he concluded she was worth the risk and approached the desk.

This was his one vice. As captain of the Mountain Raiders rugby team, he was burdened with the usual responsibilities of leadership. These to him weren’t really a burden and his tall broad body comfortably and attractively attended functions for fundraisers and sponsorship drives as and when required. He reluctantly lent his picture to products and services associated with the team. This was his lot and truth be told, he liked it. He liked being recognised in the street, not just for his size at 6 foot seven and obvious good looks but for being the captain of a local professional team and their reasonable success during the years of his participation and captaincy. He knew that he was well regarded in the community as someone who contributed above and beyond what was required of him. He knew he was smart and able to converse in numerous surroundings and in differing company. His team mates respected him for his ‘follow me’ attitude and passion for the game, its traditions and his affinity with each player in the team and squad. He seemed to make the effort to get to know everyone he dealt with and had an easy air.

How then, he said to himself, did I get into this fucking mess?

He realised immediately what it was. It was his insatiable desire to do something wrong and to get away with it… He had mulled over being so well regarded and so good at everything. He had never struggled with girls, school sports or any area he turned his hand to … Life it seemed was easy. But he had realised, he was not happy. Something was missing and in the search for that he had turned to gambling. Initially that was enough, but over the months as the habit grew…. it wasn’t enough. He began to find that it wasn’t the fact that he was betting which he found attractive, it was the fact he wasn’t allowed to. His contract specifically stated as a paid member of a professional team he was not permitted to bet on any sport, team or event.

All of his life he had obeyed the rules, worked hard and succeeded. Life had been good to him and he accepted the normal mantra of those who work succeed, but it seemed to be all to easy. He needed a rush, to break the rules, to thrash out and know he had a secret only he could ever know.

Initially it wasn’t like that as he knew the consequences of his actions would be punished with a slap on the wrist with a wet bus ticket. Thats why, he guessed that the habit had expanded and he had begun doing the unthinkable… betting against his own team. He had never done this for monetary gain but for knowing he could. The unshared secret he had, the rush he got from placing bets on visiting teams with ridiculous margins…. He only sometimes cashed winners as it was never his intention to make money, just to fix his urge and get that rush.

She

Watched his inner turmoil as he read and re read the note with the conditions on it. This beautiful Adonis had fallen in her lap and she, was going to have him. She thought back to her quiet day when he walked into her life.

Just a typical day at the office. Serving men who should know better, their dreams on a piece of paper. Non were big betters in that particular outlet but all hoped for that dream sequence where a run of outcomes would shower them in cash. Each with different intentions, perhaps rushing home to spoil partners wives, children Bornova Escort Bayan or other. Perhaps a holiday somewhere rare or even, if the sequence of horses, teams dogs or what ever was great enough, comfortable retirement.

Helena, had never seen this and never expected too. The likelihood against was great and the mental capacity of most of her patrons lean toward their stars never combining for such a wind fall.

When he came in, she recognised him immediately. David Tanner, the captain of the Mountain Raiders. He seemed initially hesitant. Most men unfamiliar with the shop went straight to the counter to place their bets or make an enquirery. He on the other hand was seemingly casing the joint. She felt his eyes on her without engaging them with her own. Acting on instinct she flicked the switch which engaged the recording device she had installed as part of her contract. She had told the owner it was for her security but in actuality, it was for just such an occurrence. Helena knew how to extract the video, audio and picture files from the tired old business pc and after her exchange with David Tanner, was in a hurry to do so after her shift that night. She copied all of the files to a disk and then deleted them from the system so no one else had access to her gold mine. It was very unlikely anyone would stumble across them but if word got around he had been in, who knows, someone else in the workplace like the owner may have been curious?

She had played it so cool, not even raising an eyebrow when she noted his large (for this outlet anyway) bet of 300 dollars on the weekends game, against his own team! She was sure she didn’t give him any idea that she knew who he was but played along to his friendly banter… even wishing him luck. All this was done, not before she deliberately read his bet aloud to him and made sure he confirmed its accuracy, as a matter of professional accuracy but in this case also as sealing the trap. The trap she never in her wildest dreams thought she would get to spring.

He

Raised an eyebrow at the word mistress and felt a stirring of hope. Perhaps this raven haired black mailer’s only desire was a fast shag and his torment was over.

Deciding to act on this idea he coughed and suggested…. “Is this some kind of sex fantasy”.

She frowned in reply, stared up at him directly and replied. “I’ll give you one chance to correct that statement, not for the bold faced balls you have to think you can ask the questions, from your position but to get the question right in the first place”

He was dumbfounded… Normally females quivered at the opportunity to have a normal conversation with him, became excited at the thought of his interest and become, beside themselves at talk of sex with him… let alone any action. He was caught a little with her articulate, minor outburst and also unsure of what she meant.

Seeing him fumble with what to say next and knowing she had him shaken at least a little, she picked up her silver blackberry and crisply said “the mountain herald, are one key press away from this story, read the sheet and try again”.

He stammered ‘no please’ as she responded by angrily pointing at the sheet. He glanced down and realised quickly what he had to say….

“no, please Mistress” he heard himself say and was aghast at his situation. His brain was desperately looking for a way out … but couldn’t find one. He felt powerless. Powerless and angry… how humiliating.

She on the other hand was flooded with an array of feelings. Euphoria and such a feeling of control overwhelmed her… but still she maintained her composure. He noticed the corner of her mouth turn up and realised he had done the right thing when she placed the phone on the counter and turned back to him.

“Now take off your pants!”

He was stunned and instinctively replied “What”?

She didn’t hesitate, picked up her phone and pressed send before he could do a thing. “Right” she said, “a photo of a betting slip with a three hundred dollar bet on it has just been sent to the editor of our beloved local paper. One more trip up and I send the next one which shows you approaching the counter with the same slip in your hand.” She raised her eyebrow again, as he said “no” so desperately and then quickly “no mistress….please”

She met his eyes and glanced downward at his belt. His hands slowly raised to the buckle and he unthreaded the leather from its first loop.

He always dressed well and tonight was no exception. His designer shirt was faded grey. His black leather belt, Italian, was holding up new levi 501 excec’s and the weather was warm for winter so he had elected to wear his light tanned sandals.

As he unbuckled he remembered he was not wearing underwear. He liked going commando but obviously hadn’t realised he was going to be exposed on this outing and blushed.

She stood directly in front of him with her chin cupped in her hand as if assessing his performance but not saying a word.

His unveiling action Escort Bornova stopped and he stuttered…”um, M Mistress , I’m not wearing underwear”. Removing her hand from her chin, She poised the phone in front of her extended index finger. “One last time Boy, Remove your pants” The firmness in her voice and the way she held his eyes left him in no doubt that she was not bluffing

He quickened the pace of his disrobing and reluctantly dropped the hoop from his finger tips letting his jeans be taken by gravity. His body was betraying him as he felt his member stir slightly with the exposure it was receiving, released from the denim confines. He kicked off his sandals and stepped out of his jeans. Head bowed, and not knowing what to do with his hands he let them hang by his side.

The clock beeped breaking her spell a little. The reminder that the consideration time was up prompted her to ask. “So, what is your decision” she smirked at the waist deep naked rugby hero.

Knowing he had already committed to her alternative less, written requests with his actions he merely shrugged and pointed downward at his own nakedness. She replied to his gesture saying “I need to hear it”. He raised his tilted head a little to meet her eyes, and offered “I’m in”

“Oh dear” she said while reaching in with the cell phone and placing the key pad under his balls and using it to scratch back and forth lightly… “You really are a slow learner aren’t you?”. She pulled the phone away roughly grazing against his nervous package and shaped as if so operate the device…. “

“No, I mean … no please…. um …. I’m in , please …. Mistress” he stammered, literally overwhelmed by the events taking place both physically and within his own mind. His head was filled with a swirl of unfamiliar feelings. He felt flustered, which in itself was unfamiliar… but not seeing a way out of this situation other than bowing to this all be it , very attractive woman. He was used to being a communicator, a social icon and lets be honest… a dominator. He liked to be in control and yet here he was, having absolutely no say…. in anything. The fear was over welming…. and yet, exciting.

She looked at his bowed figure and almost flaccid penis, and she was impressed. Not only with his endowments but how quickly she had broken him down to be standing in her hall way, half naked, and calling her ‘Mistress”. The feeling of power was very good, she was unsure she could follow through with her original plan. The temptation to make him jack off in front of her then send him home was strong. It would give her time t compose herself and she could get him back at any time of her choosing… she supposed. Discounting the idea as a copout she licked her lips and remained determined to go through with her lustful objectives.

“Good Boy” was all she said to him and then began slowly circling him as if appraising a work of art. He remained still and bowed but was swearing inwardly at his predicament and now at how his cock was reacting to things. Despite himself, and his inner protests, his penis was stiffening. As she continued her circumnavigation and assessment of him she reached in and brushed the back of his thigh with the lightest touch of her fingers. He sucked in a sharp intake of breath loudly and began to turn toward her. “Stand still boy and don’t you move unless I tell you so… understand?” when she was met with no reply she swirled around to face him…. placed his now turged balls in the cup of her hand and repeated with no more volume but certainly more intent “UNDERSTAND me Boy?”

Bowing his head back down and knowing he was beaten and completely at the whim of this red headed monster, he resigned himself to his fate… thinking, it is this or complete and utter ruin in this town and probably the whole country. Somehow I’ll take my medicine and move on – with hopefully some credibility intact.

She began to lightly knead his balls as he uttered “Yes mistress” in barely more than a whisper. As she kneaded him,his cock began to come to life. She took her time and tilted her view and watch as his cock slowly changed it’s pointing angle. Holding his balls in her hand and seeing him stimulate was extremely arousing. Knowing that against his will he was responding to her in a positive way was starting to have an effect on her as well. Along with the feelings of complete control she felt herself becoming moist.

When he was at half mast and having taken great care not to touch his penis, she removed he hand from his balls. Raising her hand to his chin, she lifted it so his head was not so bowed and he looked directly at her face. “Now Boy, go and wait for me in the front room, while she pointed at the door” He had noticed enough as he had approached the house earlier that it was a main st apartment on the ground floor. As he had come in he had noticed that the lounge or front room looked onto the street and it was a busy st. Busy with numerous people who would be going about their business and with people who would recognise him if they saw him standing in a front room wearing only a shirt bearing a half a woody. They would stop and notice anyone but if it were him… They would notice, probably take photos and gather in hundreds before gradually dismantling him in a very public, laughing lynch mob….

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Danny’s Growing Lust Ch. 01

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The waiting room for the Santa Maria Obstetrics, Gynaecology and Fertility Clinic was much what one would expect from a private medical practice: clean, bare and professional, with only a few touches of personality or comfort found in the décor, likely last updated a decade ago. The air conditioning made the waiting room just too cool to be comfortable, especially for the couple sitting directly under the vents.

The fact the woman of this couple was in a thin tank top and bristling with goose bumps made no difference, she simply refused her boyfriend’s suggestion to move seats on principal. She was sure they wouldn’t be much longer, even if their appointment should have started fifteen minutes ago.

The resigned looking older nurse at the check-in counter faced the assembled patients.

“Danielle Christiansen? Doctor Roth will see you now.”

Danielle Christiansen, Danny to her family and friends, began rising from her waiting room chair. Sensing she struggled slightly, her boyfriend Alex White put out a hand to help her.

She swatted it away with an exasperated snort.

Together they walked away from the waiting room and down the hallway to Doctor Roth’s office.

Sitting at his desk, Doctor Elias Roth stood from putting notes into his computer to greet his patient as the couple entered. He was an older man, ex-military, with a voice roughened from heavy smoking in his younger days. He hadn’t lost much of his bulk since leaving service, and still set his watch by the same sharp crew cut and moustache combination he’d sported for decades. He held a no nonsense demeanour toward his work, and had no qualms in giving his honest opinion irrespective of feelings, but Danny found him a surprisingly gentle presence as her Obstetrician.

“Well, let’s a get look at you then,” Doctor Roth said to Danny once they had greeted each other. The doctor motioned for Alex to close the door while he bent down in front of Danny.

Danny stood somewhere just over five feet in flats. She had hazel eyes, a button nose, and light red hair had she had let grow a couple of inches past her shoulder blades. A light speckling of freckles across her face was made all the more prominent by her pale complexion.

“Hmm,” said Doctor Roth, studying Danny. “I’d say about…12 weeks, maybe 4 days.”

Danny blushed slightly and smiled. She was pregnant with Alex’s twins.

They were now at the end of Danny’s first trimester, pregnant with her boyfriend’s children: a boy and a girl if their eight week scan was correct.

Danny was very aware of her figure; a tiny waist that exaggerated the fullness of her butt and thighs, and a bust that was slightly too large for her slim frame. Danny was quietly proud of her physique and how attractive it made her feel.

Her pregnancy compounded this feeling for her as she watched her waist thicken, her belly to fatten, and her slightly large breasts to become slightly larger and heavier again. Even at this early stage, she could glimpse the outermost portion of her bosom if she looked at herself from behind in the mirror. It was her hope that as her pregnancy progressed they would become bigger still, but so far she was happy and excited by her new proportions.

Doctor Roth looked her up and down and grunted.

“Alright, let’s get you on the scale then,” he said.

Because of her physical size, and for fact she was carrying twins, Danny’s pregnancy was considered ‘at risk’ by default. But at this early stage, there were no worrying factors or expected complications, and so the plan was simply to monitor and obverse.

Before coming to Santa Maria, Danny had seen a crabby old woman of an OBGYN who took every concern the couple presented her with as a personal affront on her training and her time. Surprisingly, rather than Danny, it was Alex who had put his foot down, pleasantly stating to the stunned professional that they would ‘be fucked if they were going to put up with her and her bullshit for the next six months’, before taking his partner’s hand and walking out of her office.

Danny spoke with her friend Laurie and got the details for the obstetrician she had seen through her two pregnancy’s, and even though this was only their second visit with Doctor Roth they were very pleased with the change. Rather than be affronted by their worries, Roth took it as a personal challenge to quash them and raise the couple’s confidence in his abilities as a physician. He listened to them, gave his two cents, but made it clear it was up to them how they would all proceed through this pregnancy. It was his suggestion that they regularly check Danny’s progress so that anything troubling could be caught early.

Today’s visit was simply to get a baseline for Danny’s vitals and do a secondary ultrasound to confirm the genders of the babies and, in Doctor Roth’s words, ‘so the Doctor could see what they were working with’.

She had dressed for the occasion in an olive coloured wrap skirt and a dark blue sleeveless tank top that didn’t fit Danny’s burgeoning figure. Her Üçyol Escort growing breasts rose and bubbled within the plunge neckline when she moved, and more than an inch of skin showed where it rode up on her belly. Danny wasn’t afraid to show that her changing body was making her feel sexy, and seeing that she was starting to outgrow her pre-maternity her clothes only made Danny excited to see herself get even bigger.

Danny stepped onto the scale, and Doctor Roth took her weight. He sat Danny down, took her blood pressure, pressed his stethoscope all over her. They went over sleep, diet, exercise; anything that Danny might worry over without a knowing hand to guide her until their next appointment. All the while Alex sat and listened, offered information, and nodded when Eli told him what he would need to do for Danny.

Danny smiled and held Alex’s hand, squeezing it softly. Alex had been a model partner to this point in the pregnancy. Though falling pregnant was largely Danny’s want, Alex had been supportive and active throughout.

He was a big man, towering over Danny at around 6’5″. Alex worked as a personal trainer and put a major emphasis on his own fitness, resulting in bulging muscles and a low body fat percentage that made plenty of women turn around to give him a second look, and not a small amount of men. Alex had dark features and a square jaw would have given him a menacing presence if not for his soft eyes and a broad smile that rarely left his face.

Doctor Roth put down his pen.

“Right then, let’s get you up onto the bed and have a look at these kids,” he said.

Danny and Alex walked across Doctor Roth’s room to the exam bed while he set up and turned on the ultrasound equipment.

Danny popped up on the bed while the doctor turned on switches and wheeled the machine closer. Looking around his office, she called out to Doctor Roth, “What is that thing?”

Doctor Roth turned from the panel he had been watching. Danny was pointing at a partially reclined chair placed near the bare wall at the end of the bed. It was covered in tan faux leather, padded without being particularly plush, and had a pair of leg braces sticking out into the air.

“Birthing Chair,” Roth grunted. “Some women wanna use’m instead of lying down flat. That one’s only in here for women to get an idea of what it’s like to use though; the one’s we use for actual delivery are down the hall.”

“Huh,” said Danny, still staring at it.

Roth looked at her, and followed her line of sight, still eyeing off the chair.

“I can do this in the chair if you want to.”

“Really?”

Roth shrugged. “Sure. I can find your kids just as easy.”

Alex smiled at Danny’s naïve excitement as she bounced off of the surgery bed and climbed into the birthing chair.

He had asked Doctor Roth how a male army doctor became an obstetrician on discharge when they had their initial consultation. He had replied that most of his work had been travelling with a battalion through war torn villages where his medical knowledge lead him to setting bones and delivering babies for villagers more often than repairing ballistics wounds. Finding it fulfilling, Roth chose to become properly qualified in the field on discharge. He then interposed this information to Alex with the fact he had also been his company’s bare knuckle boxing champion for his entire last tour of duty.

Danny settled her bottom into the chair and pushed her legs into the braces. Her skirt fell and gathered between her thighs, leaving her most of her pale legs exposed to the cool air.

“You comfortable there?” asked Roth. Danny nodded, and Doctor Roth grinned. Expecting mothers brought out his softer side.

He rolled the ultrasound machine over, as well as a stool for himself to sit on. Alex stood next to his partner while Roth had Danny pull up her shirt. The doctor applied gel to the end of the ultrasound wand in liberal amounts.

“Now, this might be a little cold,” Roth warned.

Roth pressed the wand gently to Danny’s little belly, and began rolling it up and down her skin, looking only at the ultrasound screen as he did so.

“Right let’s have a look here.”

He twisted the wand and rolled it around to Danny’s left side, and a vague shape appeared on the screen. A slight wrist adjustment, and the shape suddenly became that of a baby.

“Okay, there’s number one. Size looks good, heartbeat is good. Did you want me to verify the sexes for you?” Doctor Roth turned to the couple.

Danny nodded quickly. Roth looked back at the screen, adjusting the wand as needed.

“That’s a girl there, and…,” he rolled the wand over and near Danny’s right hip. Another baby shape appeared, “…that…is a boy. A big boy too.”

Danny and Alex looked at each, Alex squeezing her shoulder and grinning broadly, excited for the changes coming into their lives.

“Everything looks good…nothing popping up that looks concerning…no…yes. Everything looks great.” Doctor Roth turned to them. “Well, if-“

The Üçyol Escort Bayan lights, Roth’s computer and ultrasound machine blinked out all at once.

Danny and Alex looked around.

“What happened?” asked Alex.

Roth swore. “Damn generator. The clinic is set up to go over to an onsite generator if the power goes out. Unfortunately, the electrician let the apprentice install it and he screwed the wiring up. The thing keeps trying to tick over to the live line and shorts the building all the way down to the emergency lighting.”

“Will it come back?”

“We have to get the guy out. He’s still trying to deny it’s his fault and just resets the system each time, and the board won’t get anyone else out to fix it in case it does anything to a claim we might build against him,” sighed Roth, rubbing his face, as though electricians and board members were the bane of his existence. “Well-“

The door to Doctor Roth’s office burst open and the nurse from the front desk blew in.

“Doctor Roth, sorry to interrupt your appointment, but we need you in Delivery Room Two! Mrs. Illingway is pushing and Doctor Sloane needs you to assist.”

“I’ll be done here in a moment Annie,” he answered the nurse, who nodded and walked out the door once more. “I’m sorry, but with the power gone I need to help offside for Doctor Sloane as a precaution.”

“Oh, that’s alright Doc,” said Danny, looking around for something to wipe her stomach off with. “Will you guys be alright?”

Doctor Roth snorted as he handed her a roll of wetwipes. “State of the art medical centre or war torn jungle, labour and pushing out a kid is much the same. Women have been giving birth since the Dawn of Time, we’re just here to make sure the mother and the kid have the safest experience we can afford them.

“I going to have leave you guys here I’m afraid, so just take your time, leave when you’re ready, and have a think about any questions you might have for our next appointment. Say, two weeks from now, yeah?”

With that Roth left the room, closing the door behind him with a click.

Danny wiped her belly down, wadded up the towels and attempted to throw it into a nearby bin from her reclined position. The ball missed by a good two feet. Alex shook his head at her, and walked over to pick up the paper and put it in the bin.

“Come on Dan, we better get going,” he said to his girlfriend as he came back to her side.

Danny made no attempt to get up. She simply looked at Alex with big needy eyes and exasperation on her face.

“What?” Alex asked in a questioning tone.

“I think… I think I need you…now…” she replied embarrassed.

Alex screwed up his face, shook his head and groaned. “Seriously? Now?”

Danny bit her lip and nodded at her boyfriend.

Alex and Danny’s sex life had been satisfying, and trying to get Danny pregnant, they had been having it every day there was a chance she could conceive. They knew that pregnancy affected each woman differently, some threw up endlessly, some put on weight very quickly. In their friend Laurie’s case it caused her to produce an endless supply of breast milk.

In Danny’s case, becoming pregnant with Alex’s twins caused her to become increasingly, desperately aroused.

It was of course one of those things that they had heard about pregnant women; either wanting more, some, or none at all while gestating, but in Danny’s case it was becoming an increasingly constant, almost frantic need. Since seeing the two crosses on the home pregnancy tester, Danny’s sexual appetite had been growing alongside her swelling belly, and having her desires met was slowly becoming more important to her then where she was or who was around them.

A month in, she had given Alex a blow job in the parking lot at the grocery store to sate the overwhelming desire to have his cock in her mouth. At six weeks, Danny could no longer fight the heat emanating from her crotch while she sat in her seat at the cinema, guided and pressed Alex’s fingers between her soaked lips and had him finger her to orgasm.

And last week, too distracted by the warm flush covering her body and the sensation of her heartbeat pulsing in her nipples, Danny pulled Alex into a food court restroom and convinced him to fuck her against the stall door, leaving their chicken chow mein’s to go cold on a table they never returned to.

The increasingly risky nature of their sex acts put Alex ill at ease, but as much as he could, he understood. Her arousal would simply continue to increase if it wasn’t released, which wasn’t comfortable for her, as it came with being constantly wet, increasing frustration fogging her brain, an engorged clit that rubbed ceaselessly against clothing and flesh, nipples on point for anyone to see. He could ask her to move, to try and get back to the house, or at least their car before they satisfied her hunger. But he also knew it would be a frustrating, possibly a publicly embarassing request, especially if her juices were to spill through her dress, or if Escort Üçyol she were to orgasm and cry out in the middle of the waiting room just from the friction of fabric and movement on her clit while Alex paid the gap.

She was proud of her body, and it being seen, but even she had her limits, at least in spaces she didn’t chose to display herself like that. So Alex did what he could to help her reach relief.

Though he would be lying if he said wasn’t enjoying it.

Still nervous they would be caught, Alex moved over to the office door and turned the lock. Danny played with the knot at the side of her skirt, and by the time Alex had come back to her, she was parting the garment, exposing her new pillowy thighs and a thin pink g-string to her boyfriend.

“This is getting worse Dan,” Alex cautioned.

“Are you really complaining?” breathed Danny. “You did this to me; it’s having your babies in me that’s making me so horny. See?”

She pulled the tiny piece of material away from her mound, exposing the shining juices covering and flowing from her pussy to Alex.

Alex sighed, looking at her fluids drooling over her skin, feeling himself reacting to the sight, and undid his pants. Dropping them to his ankles, his cock, long even while flaccid, bounced out in the air.

Danny looked hungrily at his freed beast, beckoning him closer with a frantic curling of her finger.

As soon as her giant partner was within reach, she had him in her grip, squeezing him gently, throbbing with the anticipation of having it inside of her.

Danny leaned in, guiding Alex’s semi-soft member to her mouth using her finger tips. She swallowed his cock head in one smooth motion, and lovingly began to swirl it around her tongue. Alex sighed as blood rushed to his dick, hardening, lengthening in her mouth. Danny expelled a excited breath through her nose as she felt it stretching her jaw, expanding further down toward her throat as it became thicker and harder on her tongue. Alex may not have been in the mood initially, but Danny was very quickly changing his mind.

“How bad is this going to get Danny?,” he asked. “I feel like I should get you a Vibe something so you can take care of yourself at all times of the day. One those ones with a phone app remote that you can just keep inside you? A small one to keep in your handbag, how goes that sound?”

Danny moaned with her mouth full of cock. She popped it out.

“Oh god that sounds good, even just so I can do something about it when you’re not around. You know my fingers alone just don’t seem to be enough for me right now,” she exclaimed. She was still jerking his member while she spoke, and had him to full size in a matter of moments. Alex’s cock was easily as long as his forearm, a good girth, with a thick head and a plump set of balls hanging beneath. Danny never got tired of the sight, and in her current state, she felt the heat increase between her thighs staring his heavy purple head pearling with pre-cum.

“Fuck, you look good…,” she breathed, licking her lips. “Come on baby, come here.”

Alex moved so he was between her raised knees. There was an inch of wiggle room to either side of Alex’s hips between the chair legs. His cock head bumped up against Danny’s mound. Slowly, shaft in hand, he began rubbing circles around her clit with his meat, lower circles pressing against her labia lips, coating himself in her juices.

The sensation was agonising her Danny.

“Come on Alex, put it in already!” she begged.

Smiling, he lowered the tip of his rod to her moist, ready opening. With a steady push of his hips, Alex entered Danny. Inch after slow inch, Danny gave a low moan as she felt herself being filled by him, the familiar sensation of her partner inside her, stretching her. Her moan became a soft yelp when she felt him bump against her cervix.

“Quite Dan, or someone will hear us,” warned Alex.

Danny giggled, and nodded. Alex held himself still as he let Danny get used to him. Both hands on the outside of Danny’s armrests, he leaning into her to press his lips to hers. Her hot tongue invaded his mouth as Danny put a hand to the back of his head and tried pumping her hips against Alex, trying to push him start. She didn’t want to make love, she wanted to fuck.

Feeling her walls pulsing, squeezing his member sent a shiver down Alex’s spine,made his heart thud in his chest. Instinct took over and his hips started moving, taking the last two inches of cock out of Danny’s hungry maw and pushing it firmly back in. He found a steady rhythm matching Danny’s movements. Tingles of pleasure flowed down his cock, down to his balls that tingled faintly. Danny let go of Alex’s lips long enough to let out a hot sigh, and used her spare hand to reach down and cup Alex’s balls, squeezing them lovingly. Alex moaned as she massaged them gently, and pulled her back in to their kiss, thrusting into her a little faster.

Danny released her grip on Alex’s head and put her hand to the top of her shirt, pulling it up over her little tummy and bunching the fabric up under her wobbling bust. As her boyfriend fucked her, she rubbed her rounding flesh. The evidence of their fucking being exposed to the world as she got bigger excited her, and rubbing it while they coupled just made her feel sexy.

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Cop’s Daughter Ch. 02

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(Note: ALL fictional characters are over 18 years of age.)

“Yeah dad!” Casey yelled. “It’s me. I’m sick, so don’t come inside!”

“Alright Casey. Just wanted to make sure you’re OK. I have to work an extra day, so I’ll see you tomorrow night. You won’t be able to reach me.”

I quietly cheered from under the covers…

I slept for another hour. I woke up and observed Casey’s bare back and her blonde hair as it fell on her shoulder and back. The sheen of sweat that covered her shoulder and back made her tanned white skin glow in the light of the full moon.

I ran the tips of my fingers across her shoulder and back. She stirred and grabbed my hand. She kissed my hand and nuzzled it. I looked down the curve of her tanned back and her white hips. Her perfect smooth skin revealed not a single imperfection. No interruptions or abrupt features.

At that moment, I had never felt so close to someone as I had with Casey. I cared for her deeply, and this feeling was balanced by an animal lust that stirred in my loins when she was near me.

She turned and faced me. I was on my back, relaxed and rested and half-asleep. I didn’t notice that my pecker had decided to salute our blue-eyed guest of honor, who happened to be next to me.

Casey kissed me on the Antalya Escort lips tenderly and immediately sloshed her tongue on the sides of my rigid rod. She then engulfed the head of my cock with her warm mouth. Saliva spilled down the sides of her mouth in strings and coated my shiny black penis. She then sloshed her tongue on my scrotum, lightly chewing on each nut.

My body temperature rose a few degrees and my head tingled. I relaxed. No more tenseness. I put both of my hands behind my head and lay on my back as Casey administered her utmost talents on my dark member.

She palyfully bit my head and tipped her head sideways, licking my cock, ever so careful as not to leave my cock unattended by her adept tongue. She made eye contact with me the entire journey from the red sensitive tip of my pole all the way to the base.

She looked at me like she had never looked at me before. We both knew that we had something special. Something that no one could share with us; no one could cast asunder.

I rose from the bed and turned her body so that her ass was in my face. Her mouth kept sloshing my cock as I licked her pussy and puckered anus. I fingered her anus and speedily flicked her clit with my tongue. After a few minutes she eventually climaxed and streams Antalya Escort Bayan of her cum covered my mouth.

She lay on her stomach and moved her ass up, offering her pussy to me like an estrous bitch attracting a hound.

My pole waved in the air for several seconds and then zeroed in on its warm wet target. Her pussy lips hugged the head of my huge cock. I entered Casey with a fluid motion, never breaking the rhythm. We went on for several minutes and my cock grew even more.

Casey got on her back and wrapped her beautiful legs around my waist. I kissed her and kissed the inside of her thighs. She jacked my cock and brought it to attention once again. Her hand guided my member to her pussy. We both witnessed my black penis dock in the pink petals of her flower. I had invaded her.

She looked so helpless, speared on my black cock. Her tan body went slighly pink as I drove my penis into her depths. Her humungous jugs and hips undulated, and her hair shook. My swollen cockhead scraped the sides of her pussy.

She looked like an undressed doll writhing underneath my frame. I faced the mirror at the head of her bed. I could see the effect of my poundings on Casey. Her nipples stood like pencil erasers and her manicured hands were wrapped Escort Antalya around my lower back and she rubbed my back from my ass to the top of my broad muscular shoulders. Despite the cold, I could feel the heat like I had several hot coals in my body, running my body like a train-engine, enabling me to plow my hard cock into Casey’s fertile womb.

I quickened the pace of my thrusts.

“Oh…ohhhhh….Kamaaaalll..Oh God….I can feel it….”

I shook my head from side-to-side, and uttered her name…”Casey….oh God Casey…You are so amazing…so goooood…”

“Kamaaal…I don’t care about anything right now. I only want you…only you honey….”

My hips were cramped and my body was beginning to tighten up. My toes curled up. I got dizzy. The sharp pain traveled from the tip of my cock to my arms and back. I grabbed Casey’s body tightly and held on for dear life.

She started convulsing. “Oh God! Give me everything you’ve got!”

Every imaginable thought went through my head—“Fuck MIT! Fuck Casey’s dad, hell with everything!”

Casey’s back arched up and her boobs perked up.

I stared at Casey’s sky blue eyes as my swollen black cock bellowed and shot potent streams of stringy semen into her fertile womb. My nuts had never been emptied as they had been at this moment.

I slowly plopped out my cock from her pussy and laid back as Casey cleaned my cock with her tongue.

Then she kissed me tenderly with her soft lips and her warm tongue, and we slept as soundly as babies.

To be continued…

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Dallas Ch. 03

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Slowly rolling his exhausted body to one side, we lay with our eyes closed, my fingers enveloped into his.

I can feel his breathing become steady and know that he is a well satisfied man.

I lie next to this man who I have worked for and known for years and realize I have never spent the night with him.

Is tonight the first?

His breathing becomes sleeping and I hear the phone ringing in his jacket.

Inching away from him, I step across the room and reach for his phone. I notice it is his wife and I set the phone in the bathroom, under a towel, to silence it. I didn’t want it to wake him up.

Lifting his white shirt off the floor, I slip it on and button a few buttons.

Standing in the door frame of the bathroom, I watch him sleep. He looks very peaceful, so very handsome.

Vulnerable.

The wicked thought of Manavgat Escort jumping in the middle of him and riding him crosses my mind, but I drape my red dress across him instead. I can’t resist painting his toenails with a single coat of my red nail polish. I brush it on lightly and quickly with silent giggles.

Taking the fruit plate and what is left of the wine in the bottle, I step out to the balcony. Nestling in a chair to watch the traffic lights zipping to who knows where in downtown Dallas on this fine evening, I wonder how many of the masses would like to be sipping wine and eating strawberries.

Leaving the door cracked a bit, the noise from the street and sirens from the distance wake him out of his afterglow nap. I can hear the bathroom door close and know that he is awake and moving around the room.

He pulls his Manavgat Escort Bayan pants on and checks his phone.

Pushing the sliding glass balcony door open as he joins me, I ask him if he wants some strawberries.

He lays his phone on the table, adjusts the chair so he can sit at the table with me and says “sure”.

I ask him if he got his phone message and he responds with a grunt. He is not quite fully awake and notices that I have his shirt on.

“When did we change clothes?” he asks.

AND when did my toenails become blood red?

Smiling innocently and replying “when you were sleeping, I guess Tinkerbelle decided to play tricks on you. She must like the color red.” I hand him a strawberry. He lifts his toes in the air to admire the paint job.

“This is a first.” he admits.

“Well, she could Escort Manavgat have doused you in chocolate and had her way with you, so you got off easy I think.”

Smiling at him, I sit back in my chair and watch the lights.

“I want you to do something tomorrow,” he begins.

Perking up and taking notice that he is awake and his mind is beginning to spin, I ask him “What would you like, dear?”

“I have to be at the convention center early. I want you to go shop and get a black suit and join me on the floor for the lunch break.”

“Ok”, I reply. “Not a problem.”

I’m glad he asked me to join him. I was hoping to spend more time with him.

My mind begins to race as to how I can doll up a black suit and show up at the booth and be his eye candy for the day.

We finish the fruit plate and wine bottle in comfortable silence.

He rises and takes my hand and leads me back inside.

Closing the door behind us, he leads me to the bed.

I sit gently and he asks if he can stay in my room tonight.

I hand him a pillow, smile at him and ask him which side he wants.

to be continued…

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Cucked… But No Regrets Pt. 02

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Lexi lay on the floor recovering from an intense orgasm. She looked up admiring the man who had given her immense pleasure just moments before. She had only met Ross that night after a few weeks of messaging and chatting on the phone. His body was toned and muscular and his cock was still large and swollen, glistening in the light as it was covered in a mixture of Lexi’s pussy juice and his hot semen.

As she looked up at her lover, Lexi rubbed a hand over her nipples making them tingle. She bit her lip as she stared intently at Ross’ swollen cock, imagine how good it would feel to have it inside her again. Her hands slipped down her body and began to rub at her clit, as she did so, Lexi opened her legs and felt Ross’ hot sperm running out of her pussy.

Ross looked down at his new conquest. She was clearly still turned on and had not been fulfilled from their initial hard fuck on the floor. Lexi now had two fingers deep inside her pussy and was caressing her right nipple with her spare hand. Ross walked around Lexi as she looked up at him. He stopped when he was above her and then knelt with his legs either side of her head. Lexi arched her neck and opened her willing mouth.

Ross’ cock was still swollen from the previous fuck but it was bigger than what Lexi was used to and as soon as she began to suck it into her throat it began to grow by Antalya Escort the stroke. Lexi reached up and grasped the base of the shaft, pull Ross deeper into her mouth. She began to gag on his shaft but tried her best to provide her man with deep pleasure as his cock continued to swell.

Ross looked down at Lexi and was highly impressed at her ability to swallow such a large proportion of his cock. He felt bad that she was giving him intense pleasure and had stopped fingering her own pussy – he knew such selflessness deserved rewarding and he knew exactly how to proceed.

Lexi felt a little disappointed when Ross pulled his cock from her mouth but was happy to feel the pressure relieve in her throat. She allowed Ross to pull her up to her feet and then stood in front of him. Lexi suddenly felt a slight ting of vulnerability. Ross towered over her with his 6ft2 frame and muscular body on show. Lexi stood naked in front of him as he stepped forward and caressed her bare ass with his left hand before using his right hand to pull her face and lips to his.

The couple kissed hard as their bodies came together. Lexi grasped Ross’ cock with both hands and began to stroke the entire length before cupping his balls in one hand and using her other to work up and down the length. By this point Ross was fully grown and precum oozed from Antalya Escort Bayan the tip and down over Lexi’s hand as the pair kissed and their tongue began to intertwine.

Ross took his chance and pushed Lexi back towards the sofa, turning her as she stepped back and positioning her onto her knees. Lexi grasped the back of the sofa and looked back over her shoulder to allow Ross to kiss her from behind. As he did, Lexi felt Ross’ large swollen cock push against the opening to her ready wet pussy. Ross placed a hand on each of Lexi’s hips and positioned himself to fuck his new lover harder than she could imagine.

Ross had no difficulty in sliding every inch deep into Lexi’s tight pussy and at the moment his balls touched her, he held his posed, pushing deeper and allowing Lexi to acclimatise to the fat shaft now splitting her open. Not a word was said, Ross just knew Lexi was ready and began to thrust into her hard and controlled.

“Oh my god he is so big from this angle, i can feel every ridge!” Lexi thought to herself as she grasped the sofa harder.

Ross looked down at this hot redhead girl riding his cock as he began to thrust into her. He could see her holding onto the material of the sofa, her knuckles were white and her wedding ring stood out as she started to moan and groan. Ross was smashing his cock Escort Antalya into her G spot and she couldn’t control her vocal enjoyment.

“Fuck, I’m cumming already” Lexi said in her head as she let out a long orgasm that rocked her body.

She could feel her pussy gushing and as Ross continued to thrust the sound became noticeably more wet. Ross didn’t relent. He had found a rhythm and was going to continue rocking his new woman until he tight pussy milked him dry. Ross grabbed Lexi’s hair and pulled her up so that she was resting her weight on her knees. She placed a hand on the back of Ross’ head and the other on his hand that was now planted on her left breast.

This altered position gave Ross the ability to slam into Lexi’s body as they kissed harder and more passionately. He squeezed her breast as Lexi’s orgasm began to build a second time. It built and built as they kissed and Lexi let out her moans as she tipped over the edge. Ross knew he was close and was about to shoot deep into Lexi.

“I’m going to cum” Ross looked into Lexi’s eyes as he slowed his thrusts.

“Please don’t stop” Lexi gasped.

Ross held Lexi in his arms and against his muscular body as he pushed his big cock into Lexi a few more times. Lexi stared into Ross’ dark eyes as she felt her new man begin to cum. Again, she could feel every pulse of his cock as he shot his sperm deep into her pussy.

Lexi knelt on the sofa as her pussy oozed onto the material. Her mind wandered to her husband sat at home waiting but soon turned back to Ross as she sat beside her. The pair kissed again as they recovered for another round…

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