Danny Ch. 02

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Pauline said, “You have been awful quiet these past couple of days. Something bothering you?”

I just shrugged and she said, “No you don’t sugar. Don’t sluff me off. What is the problem?”

I suddenly decided to get it over with so I said, “My problem is you.”

“Me sugar? How am I a problem for you?”

“I’m waiting for the axe to fall and I’m not handling it well.”

“The axe to fall? You need to be a little clearer than that.”

What the hell I thought, go ahead and put it out there. I told her what Nancy had told me and then said:

“You have never stayed with any one guy for more than two or three weeks and I’ve already been with you for over four so I’m just waiting for you to dump me and move on.”

She gave me a look I couldn’t decipher and then she said, “I should dump you for being such a dumb shit. Did it ever cross your mind that maybe – just maybe – that I see something in you that I’ve never seen in any of the others? Yes I did say what Nancy told you I said, but I also changed guys because I couldn’t find what I wanted. Not to hurt your ego any, but there are guys out there who are bigger than you in the penis department just like there are plenty with less than what you have.

“To me a fuck is a fuck is a fuck if you get my meaning. They are all good, but some guys don’t bring much more than their dicks to the party. Some want all the head they can get, but won’t reciprocate for one reason or another. Most won’t do anal because according to them only faggots and queers butt fuck. A lot are dumber than stumps and only try and hold a C average so they can play sports. A lot of the guys I’ve gone with just want to get themselves off and don’t care if I get mine.

“You probably don’t realize it Danny, but you are the total package. You have lettered in three sports, are a straight A student and you treat a girl the way she wants to be treated. When you pick me up you don’t park at the curb and blow your horn. You come up to the house and get me and walk me to the car and open the door and hold it for me and when you bring me home you walk me to the door. Most of the other clods I’ve gone with just pulled up at the curb, wait for me to get out and then drive away.

“The real biggie is that you always and I do mean always see to it that I get off. You probably don’t even know that you are doing it, but you always make sure that my needs are met before you stop. You like oral and anal and you are the only guy who has ever gotten me off by eating me or butt fucking me. Again sugar, you are the total package and I’m hanging on to you for as long as I can.”

That was the last thing I expected to hear from Pauline, but if she was intent on keeping me for as long as she could I was damned sure going to let her even though I knew that it would only be for another four or five months. Why only that long? Because once high school graduation was out of the way I was going to be going to State and Pauline was going to Walton on scholarships and the two were a twelve hour drive apart. Still, five months was better than nothing.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Things were not always smooth and easy. Haight noticed that Pauline and I were keeping steady company and being the asshole he was he tried to move in on her and try to take her away from me. Pauline laughed at him and told him she didn’t play with “Little boys” and he took it to mean that she as talking about his dick and he slunk off which made no sense to be since we had seen each other in the showers at school and we were pretty much the same size. Pauline told me later that she had said what she said because to her he was always acting like a twelve year old.

Besides Haight there were other guys who knew of Pauline’s past and wanted their turn. A few didn’t take kindly to be turned away and since they couldn’t take it out on Pauline they thought they could take it out on me. Thinking to insult me they joked about my not being able to get a decent girl and having to settle for a whore. Phil Fisher get a broken nose out of that one, but the shit didn’t stop until the day Marv Peebles called me a cocksucker by proxy telling a couple of people that as slutty as Pauline was I had to be sucking the cum of a dozen guys out of her. His broken nose, dislocated jaw and four missing teeth seemed to convince everyone else that it would be to their benefit to keep their mouths shut as far as Pauline and I were concerned.

My biggest problem as far as Pauline was concerned came from an unexpected quarter. I swung by Pauline’s one day to see if she wanted to go out for a drive and maybe stop at Harry’s for a milkshake. I’d totally spaced out on the fact that Pauline saw a tutor every Wednesday to work on her Spanish. Her mother told me that she wasn’t home and then asked me in saying she had something she needed to talk to me about.

I followed her into the kitchen and she offered me a Coke and told me to take a seat at the table. “Danny” she said, “You are a nice kid and I’d hate to see you hurt. Demre Escort As far as my husband is concerned Pauline is the apple of his eye; his pure as the driven snow princess. If he were to find out you are fucking his princess I don’t know what he would do to you, but I can guarantee it wouldn’t be pleasant.”

I sat there stunned into silence as she said, “Don’t bother to deny it Danny; I’m the one who washes the sheets on her bed. You aren’t fooling me with the pretend studying when I get home. The question Danny, is what has to happen to keep me from sharing that information with Pauline’s father. You get the picture?”

By then I’d gotten a grip on myself and I told her that yes I did indeed get the picture. “Good” she said and she pulled her sweater up over her head and I saw she was braless as her tits bounced on her chest. “I’m not in bad shape for an old broad” she said as her skirt hit the floor followed by her panties. As I sat there staring at her naked body I could see that she was not in bad shape for an old broad. My erection damned near ripped through my jeans.

“All it will take to buy my silence is what you are giving my daughter. Deal?”

In my defense I can only say that I felt I had no permanent relationship with Pauline and I fully expected that we would end on graduation and when she left for college and to a young guy pussy was pussy and what red-blooded guy was going to pass up a chance at a sexy older woman who was standing naked in front of him. I was standing up and reaching for my zipper bedfore the word “Deal” was fully out of her mouth. She laughed and said:

“We have at least two hours before Pauline and my husband get home.”

What Pauline had must have been passed down to her through her mother’s genes because sexually mother and daughter were as alike as two peas in a pod. .Momma couldn’t get enough. We fucked, went sixty-nine, fucked and then she sucked me hard again. The third time was doggie and seeing her puckered brown eye I reached down and probed it with a finger which got me an:

“Oh you nasty boy you. You going to fuck my ass?”

She wanted it, but I didn’t think I had enough time to work her up, work my way in, and get done in the time we had left so I said, “Next time’ and went on fucking her. When we were done she said:

Harvey doesn’t get out of his lodge meeting until nine and then he picks Paulie up at the tutor’s place so get here early next Wednesday okay?” I nodded a yes and then she said:

“It goes without saying that nobody ever knows about this but us right?”

“My lips are sealed.”

For the next five weeks I was happy as a pig in a large and deep mud puddle. I was fucking Pauline three or four times a week and Mrs. French (that’s all she would let me call her) every Wednesday night.

And then disaster struck.

I picked Pauline up on Thursday morning and when she got in the car she didn’t slide over next to me like she usually did. She leaned against the door and shot me a dirty look. We went two blocks before she said a word and then it was something that I could have gone without hearing.

“When I told you that you were the total package I didn’t realize that the package included also being a fucking cheating asshole.”

I looked over at her and my facial expression must have clearly said, “What the hell does that mean?” so she went on to tell me.

“My tutor was sick yesterday and so I came home early. Care to hazard a guess as to what I found when I walked into the house?”

“Oh fuck me!” I thought as I gripped the steering wheel and started straight ahead.

“You two were making so much noise you never heard me come up and look into the room. Any idea as to how I felt to see my supposed boyfriend fucking my mother? Not only fucking her, but fucking her in her ass?”

I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing and paid attention to my driving.

“How long have you been fucking my mother?”

Looking back on it I know how stupid it must have sounded when I said, “She made me do it. She threatened me.”

“And you expect me to believe that?”

“Why not; it’s the truth. She knows about you and me because she saw the evidence on your sheets when she washed them. She told me if she told your dad he would come after me with a baseball bat. She said she wouldn’t tell him if I gave her what I’m giving you.”

“That is the most ridiculous line of bullshit I’ve ever heard.”

“I don’t care if you believe it or not, but it happens to be true. Just ask your mother.”

“Oh yeah! Right! I can just picture that. “Hi mom, guess what. Danny says he is fucking you because you threatened him.” There is no way I can go to her and let her know that I know she is cheating on my dad and with the guy who is supposed to be my boyfriend..”

“Why not? She is going to know anyway when I tell her that you caught us.”

By then we were in the student parking lot and as soon as I was parked she got out of the car and stormed off. Demre Escort Bayan She avoided me all day at school and she wasn’t waiting at the car for a ride home when school let out so I accepted that we were done and I wouldn’t get the last five months I thought we would have before she went off to Walton. I didn’t bother to pick her up for school on Friday and she avoided me at school so I went into the weekend at loose ends.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

On Saturday Nancy noticed I seemed down and she asked why I wasn’t out doing something with Pauline.

“She broke up with me Thursday.”

“Just a little tiff that you’ll get over?”

“No. It is over and done.”

“Cool. I’ve got a dozen girlfriends who are interested in seeing just what you have that made Pauline latch onto you.”

“No thanks. I’m not anywhere near ready to start thinking about getting involved with another girl.”

“You had better start thinking about another girl if you are planning on going to your prom. You only have six weeks to find a replacement for Pauline.”

“If I go I’ll go stag.”

“Not if I can help it.”

“Stay out of it Nance” I said as I went out to the garage to work on the Torino.

The weekend flew by and Monday at school Pauline ignored me as she had the previous Thursday and Friday. Nancy didn’t stay out of it like I’d told her and when I got to my car when school let out Nancy was there with Carol Meese. I knew what was up when Nancy asked my to drop her off at the house and then give Carol a lift home.

Carol wasn’t the least bit subtle. On the way to her place Carol said, “I heard that you are no longer seeing Pauline. Is that right?”

“Looks that way.”

“I’m not doing anything tomorrow. Want to take in a movie?”

“I’ve got something going most of the week. Care to do it Friday?”

“It’s a date.”

I dropped her at her place and went on home and when I got there Nancy asked, “How did it go?”

“I asked you to stay out of it.”

“You didn’t really think I would did you?”

I just shrugged and headed for my room.

“Hey! You didn’t answer my question.”

“We have a date for Friday.”

“You can thank me later” she said as I left the room.

I gave Carol a ride home on Tuesday and Wednesday and mostly we talked about what we would do on Friday. After dropping her off on Wednesday I drove over to the French residence and rang the doorbell. Mrs. French answered the door, saw that it was me and said:

“What do you want?”

“It is Wednesday.”

“So what?”

“We always get together on Wednesday.” “Not any more. Not since you broke up with Paulie.”

Her cold matter of fact attitude pissed me off so I said, “I did not break up with your daughter; she broke up with me and do you want to know why? She came home early last Wednesday and caught us fucking. We were making so much noise that she came up and looked in the room and saw me buried in your ass.”

Her face paled when I said that and I went on, “We were so into it that we never even saw her standing in the doorway watching. It seems that it upset her enough for her to tell me to take a hike. She was so mad that she said she might even tell her father. Given your pissy attitude right now maybe I’ll beat her to it.”

I turned to leave and I wasn’t three steps down the walk when she called out, “Wait Danny” and I looked back over my shoulder at her as snarled “Fuck you lady” and kept on going. Let the bitch think that either Pauline or I might rat her out. I’d lied to her about Pauline saying she might tell her dad and I sure wasn’t going to do it. If she was right when she told me her husband would come after me for fucking Pauline I didn’t even want to think about what he would do to me if he found out I was fucking both his wife and daughter.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I was not expecting what happened Thursday after school. Pauline was waiting at the car when I got there. I looked around for Carol and Pauline said:

“She’s not getting a ride home from you tonight. I chased her off. We need to have a sit down Danny.”

“Why? Your “Fuck off and die” attitude came across loud and clear. What do we have to talk about now?”

“My mother grabbed me as soon as I got home and told me that you had stopped by. I can’t believe that you told my mom that I’d seen you.”

“Why wouldn’t I? She was still holding her threat over my head so I had to show up to make sure she wouldn’t follow through on her it. She pissed me off with her attitude so I told her why you told me to get lost.”

“Did you really tell her that you might tell my dad?”

“Damned straight I did! After you calling me a liar and her pissy attitude toward ME for breaking up with you I was pissed. I told her that so she could sweat things a little. See how she liked being threatened.”

“Are you really going to tell him?”

“Don’t be stupid Miss French. If I was so worried about what he might Escort Demre do to me if your mom ratted me out just image how I’d be feeling if he knew I was screwing you both. I do not have a death wish. Now if you will get out of my way I have things to do.”

I started to get in the car and she said, “Wait a minute. We still need to talk.”

“Sorry Miss French, but I have no interest in talking to you” and I got in the car and drove off leaving her standing there.

The next day at lunch period when I got to the cafeteria I saw Carol at a table and I joined her.

“Where were you yesterday afternoon?”

“Your girlfriend chased me away.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend.”

“That’s not what she says.”

“Bullcrap. She kicked me to the curb last Thursday.”

“Apparently you must have misunderstood what she was saying to you. She spread the word this morning that you were hers and that the reast of us should stay away from you.”

“She can make you do that?”

“We girls have a pact Danny. We don’t mess with another girl’s guy. As long as Pauline says that you are hers you are off limits to the rest of us. If she ever says that you are history where she is concerned there are a whole bunch of us who will be after you like a duck after a Junebug.”

She got up and left and as she walked away I wondered just what the fuck was going on. Last week I was an asshole and was totally ignored. This week I’m ‘hers’ and everyone needs to keep their hands off? I sat there and picked at my lunch while wondering why things had to be so complicated. I looked up and saw Pauline heading for my table so whitout even finishing my lunch I got up and left the cafeteria.

I should have known that it wasn’t going to be easy.

When class let out and I got to my car I found Pauline sitting on my left front fender waiting for me. Before I could say a word she said, “You WILL get in the with me and you WILL listen to what I have to say.”

The car was locked so I said, “Fuck you Miss French” and started back toward the school. I’d sit in the library and study until Pauline got tired of waiting and left. An hour and a half later I came out to find Pauline sitting in my car reading a text book. I stopped and stared. I knew damned well that the car was locked when I went back into the school. There was nothing for it I was going to have to get in the car and probably listen to her shit, but she would be in for a bit of a surprise when I drive to my house, parked leaving her to walk home from there.

I got in the car, started it and then asked, “How in the hell did you get in here?”

“Billy Neubert has a ‘slim-jim’ and I asked him to open the door for me.”

“Why?”

“Because we need to talk.”

“Again, why? You as good as told me to fuck off and die last Thursday so what is there to talk about?”

“That.”

“What?”

“That is what we need to talk about. I have to apologize for what I said and what I was thinking. I had a long talk with my mother. You scared her near to death when you told her that I was so pissed I might tell my dad and that you just might beat me to it. You scared her so bad that she came to me and begged me not to do it. I’m sorry that I insinuated that you were a liar, but in my defense just stop and think how dumb your explanation sounded especially to the daughter of the woman you were fucking. Why in the world would you even expect me to believe it? A woman old enough to be your mother screwing her daughter’s boyfriend? Cut me a break here Danny.”

Looking back I could see how ridiculous it must have sounded to her and she was fresh from seeing me buried in her mother’s ass. But I was still pissed so I said:

“Is that it? Are we done talking now?”

“I hope not. I’m hoping that you will accept my apology, drive me home, fuck my brains out and then start making plans for the prom with me.”

That was totally unexpected.

“Are you serious?”

“Bet your bippy I am.”

I was still pissed, but I was nowhere near being stupid and after having been without sex after having a steady diet of it I was not about to say no. Ten minutes later I was dropping my trousers as Pauline was turning down the bed. Just that quick we were back to being a couple. We finished up and I left before her mom got home.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Saturday we went to the movies and Sunday we went skating at Skate City. We couldn’t screw on the weekend because both sets of parents were home and I didn’t have enough money for a motel room. I suggested the back seat of my car, but Pauline wouldn’t go for it. “I won’t take even the slightest chance of getting caught in public” is what she said. Monday and Tuesday we tried to make up for what we missed on Saturday and Sunday and I do have to admit that she wore me out both time. I was glad I was going to have Wednesday off to recuperate.

When I picked her up on Wednesday morning to drive her to school we talked about the prom on the way. We necked for a couple of minutes when we got to the student parking lot, but just before we got out of the car she said:

“Try to save enough for me tomorrow.”

“What?”

“Don’t wear yourself out tonight.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Have you forgotten that it is Wednesday?”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Closing Time

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Maggie ran the Spread Eagle pub with her 20 year old daughter Rebecca. Rebecca had been about to go to University a couple of years before, when her Dad & Maggie’s husband, Harry, had died of a heart attack. Despite Maggie’s protests, Rebecca had insisted on staying & helping keep the pub going.

The pub was situated just outside a small village, in the middle of nowhere. Business used to be fairly steady, as it was on a country road, which happened to be a link road between 2 large towns. (In fact, it had probably served in the same way for centuries.)

This had all changed 5 years ago, when a by-pass was built, taking all the traffic with it. Business had been slow ever since. The struggle to make ends meet had caught up with Harry & had sent him into an early grave.

*****

Maggie had managed to tone herself up in the last year or so. She had decided to make more of an effort & go to the gym in the nearby town, a couple of times a week. She hadn’t managed to lose all of her weight, but she wasn’t looking too bad & she somehow hadn’t lost any weight in her 36C breasts. She had recently had her brown styled like Edie from Desperate Housewives, (even though she wasn’t a blonde). She had finally accepted that Harry had gone & she had decided it was time to move on. This wasn’t easy, though, as the only men she ever met, (apart from the Brewery’s delivery men – she’d eyed them up as well), were the locals. She found several of them ruggedly handsome, but it wasn’t the same as Harry. So she had rebuffed all their offers, so far.

On the surface, Rebecca was a frumpy young girl, who kept herself to herself. She wore baggy clothes & always slouched, even when standing, letting her long brown hair fall over her pretty face. Several of the regulars thought she might have a stunning body hidden away, but that was all it was – speculation. They teased her about her prudishness, but secretly, they all would’ve liked to get into her.

The only person who Rebecca ever confided in, (apart from her friends on the internet), was Vicky, who helped behind the bar several times a week, when Maggie went to the gym. They had been friends since school, although they couldn’t have been different now. Whereas Rebecca was shy & reserved, Vicky was never afraid to say what she thought. When it came to men, she always seemed to get what she wanted. She had slept wit over a dozen men & she was still only the same age as Rebecca. She was a perky blonde with smaller tits than the other women. She wasn’t fussed Aksu Escort though. As long as she had a cock ready to satisfy her several times a week, she was happy.

Rebecca thought that her jealousy was well-hidden, but Vicky understood her far better than she realised. Vicky used this to her advantage on many occasions, including talking Rebecca into getting her this job. She knew that Rebecca was far more perverted than she was, but had never had the opportunity to try anything with a boy. Rebecca’s plan, (or so Vicky let her think it was), was about to be tested.

*****

It was closing time on a Friday night. Business wasn’t picking up, although the handful of regulars still supported them. Maggie feared that she might soon have to lay off Vicky. If Vicky was aware of this, she showed no sign of it.

They started to clean around the main bar. The pub was built in the Victorian times & as such had all of the Victorian timbers & low roofs that you would expect. The open fire in each room was the only lighting available & also served as the main source of warmth. Maggie thought that everyone had already gone home. She wasn’t aware of the 3 patrons who were sitting in one of the rear rooms. They hadn’t asked for a pint now for over an hour, so she assumed they must have left through one of the side doors.

While she carried on cleaning the main bar, her daughter & Vicky went to sort out some of the other smaller rooms.

Now Rebecca could see if her plan had worked. Vicky had assured her that she would keep watch, while Rebecca could ‘explore’ the sleeping male forms. The sedatives that Vicky had placed in the 3 drinks would knock them out til the morning. Vicky also assured Rebecca that the sedatives wouldn’t affect the rest of their bodies.

Rebecca got nervous when she saw that there was only 1 sleeping man in the room. Phil lay unconscious on the floor by his table. Vicky said not to worry. She would go & check to see where the other bloke had gotten to.

Rebecca calmed herself down, when she was left on her own. She was determined to go through with this, now. She wasn’t worried about her Mum finding her. She knew her Mum trusted her to get on with the cleaning up. They often went to bed without seeing each other afterwards. Besides, Vicky promised to distract her mother. That was enough for Rebecca.

She rolled Phil onto his back. He was motionless. The only way she knew he was alive was by the slight rise in his well-muscled chest with Aksu Escort Bayan each breath. She was tempted to strip him completely, but right now, she was too horny for that. She immediately started to undo the buttons on his jeans. She could hardly wait! After all this preparation, she could finally get her hands (& pussy!) on a real-life willy – no, wait – cock.

After unbuttoning his jeans, she really had to battle to get them down to his knees. Once done, however, all that lay between her & first dick, was Phil’s boxer shorts. Reaching with trembling hands, she slowly pulled his boxers down to his knees as well. She was a little disappointed at first. He was as bid as one her fingers & soft. It didn’t look anything like the ones on the internet. There was also far more pubic hair than she expected.

Still, she’d gotten this far. She was going to see it through. She touched his penis lightly, expecting some sort of reaction. Nothing happened. She lifted it up, so she could study it from all angles. As she moved in closer, the smell was intoxicating. She closed her eyes, relishing it.

Without realising it, she had wrapped her hand around him. Her fingers were just about touching, as he slowly hardened. She still hadn’t noticed this, though. She felt his warmth.

As she opened her eyes again, she noticed how hard he was becoming now. This was more like it. Her fingers no longer reached around him. She marvelled at the wonder of this wonderful piece of man-flesh. A new warmth began to spread from her crotch.

She began to wonder what he might taste like. She was also amazed at how easily the skin slid up & down.

By the time she had plucked up the courage to lick the tip, he had stopped growing any further, sticking out at least 8 inches from his pubic area. She dabbed the salty tasting liquid, hesitantly at first, then licking up all of his moisture, as she learned she liked it. This just got better & better!

If there would ever be a next time, then she would have to try to take him further into her mouth. But right now, she couldn’t wait any longer. She had to have him in her pussy!

She quickly undressed. Before, she would have been considered a prude. Now, all she could think about was ‘what will it feel like to finally have my pussy stuffed with this wonderful cock?’.

She quickly yanked off her baggy trousers & over-sized jumper. Her attractive body was finally visible through her granny knickers & t-shirt. Normally, she would have Escort Aksu been embarrassed about the moisture that was showing through her knickers, but not right now. She pulled t-shirt off quickly, leaving her standing in her bulging bra & knickers. Both were quickly removed. She rubbed her boobs absent-mindedly, at first, just enjoying the freedom of nudity. But, then, enjoying the feeling. She took after her mother in that department. They were a healthy 36B & still growing, possibly!

She was about to start rubbing her pussy, but then caught herself. ‘This time, you’ve got the real thing, you fool!’, she told herself. It was hard not to jump & impale herself on the blunt tool. But she held back. Her brain had just enough control, to make her take it slowly. She got out one of her pre-prepared condoms.

She straddled Phil’s chest & slowly lowered herself down. As she approached his body, she reached for his still hard cock. With a little effort, she rolled the condom down. She then pointed his tip towards her fanny. The tip forced the lips open, but he was so wide, she was really struggling. She forced herself down. He was a lot wider than her vibrator!

She was breathing heavily, now. She had no idea how long she’d been fooling around. She looked down & was amazed to see that he was half way in! How did that happen? She had to stop every centimetre, or so. Bit by bit, though, she forced her internal walls to stretch, to accommodate his enormous girth. Her juices were flowing more freely now.

After a while, she felt his hairs tickle his lips. That couldn’t be true! She looked down. With one last shove, she was completely impaled on his red-hot poker! She sighed with contentment & closed her eyes again. It still hurt quite a bit, but she finally felt like a woman.

As she grew accustomed to his width, she lifted herself up slightly, then slid back down, like she’d heard about on the internet. A whole new world seemed to beckon her. Why had she waited so long? The vibe felt nice, but it was a poor substitute for a real flesh & blood cock.

As her moisture increased, her pussy slid more easily over his cock & her speed increased. She started to slam herself up & down. She was drenching Phil’s crotch. She had long since lost all of her awareness of what was going on around her. Her core had taken control & wouldn’t let go, until it got what it wanted. She was moving fast, now. She could feel something building. It had felt nice with her vibe & even with her fingers, but this was something else.

She felt the thick cock start to swell. She was oblivious to this, though, as her first orgasm shook through her. She lost control & consciousness. When she came to a short while later, lying next to Phil, she felt very weak. She would have to do this more often…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Cottage 69 Ch. 01

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This story is not entirely fictitious; the facts about the New South Wales, Australian public-school system are or were true. Enjoy.

—————-

Unusual as it was, the 10:05am southbound train from Wollongong was on time. This was amplified by the observation of potential passengers running onto the platform but unable to board.

Traditionally, a train trip is thoroughly boring at the best of times; especially if the scenery is unchanging and there is a talkative fellow passenger. However, such a trip can be made slightly more bearable by the use of an iPod and one’s own selection of music.

But this story is not about train trips in general, nor about this particular train and its journey; rather it concerns two of the passengers, two trainee teachers.

Miss Janette (Jan) Prentice was a plain girl-next-door type. She was a full red-head; that is, her hair was the colour of brightly-polished copper and she had a red-heads characteristic freckles across her nose and on each cheek; her eyes were a captivating green. She had small pout breasts, just enough to complement her trim but otherwise curvaceous body. The muscles in her long legs were enhanced by her fine ankles and slight knees.

Her companion, Miss Frances (Fanny) Lambert, had a similar build, but she was a honey blond with peaches-and-cream complexion and bright blue eyes. She wore graduated glasses which she only really needed for reading; they gave her an appealing educated air.

They met at Wollongong Teachers’ College two years earlier. These girls, along with many of their fellow class-mates at the college, were considered geeks during their high school days.

In New South Wales, children start kindergarten at the age of five; they do two years in infants and then four years in primary school. They start high school at twelve years of age. After four years at high school they can leave and do unskilled work, or go to a ‘Technical’ College and gain a trade’s certificate as a bricklayer, plumber, electrician, or accountant, etc. Those that stay at high school for a further two years may enter University; or if they prefer, they can go to College and gain a diploma as a teacher or technician.

Janette and Frances had both been assigned to Cedar Hill high school for their practice teaching semester.

Cedar Hill is a sleepy little village situated 10 kilometres inland from the Pacific east coast and 50 kilometres south of Wollongong, Australia; on the eastern slopes of the Blue Mountains. It was named after the large amount of red cedar trees, ‘Toona Australis’, that were there when it was first settled in the 19th century. After the cedar cutters finished looting all of the mature trees, the village remained as the commercial hub for the dairies that had by then surrounded it. It is currently renowned for its top-quality cheese that is sold throughout Australia, and because of a shop on the main street that sells the best meat pies in the state.

Although Cedar Hill was only a very small village, it had the only high school in the area. This happened because of its central location relative to the surrounding even smaller villages; each of which generally only had a one-teacher primary school, a nearby church and maybe a general store or petrol station.

The story really begins with the two girls arriving at Cedar Hill by train, having left Wollongong one hour earlier that day.

The two trainee teachers dragged their bags the 50 metres to the real estate agents, where they picked up the keys and paid the first two weeks rent on the fully furnished, 2-bedroom cottage they had arranged to stay in. The cottage was directly across the road from the high school and only a short distance from the village centre.

As Janette fumbled with the keys, Fanny noticed two signs beside the front door. The top sign was the name of the house; it read “The Oaks”. They had seen the two huge oak trees behind the house as they approached. The other sign was the street number, that is “96”. As Fanny contemplated the signs, the top rusty screw broke on the number “9” and it dropped so that it ended up-side-down; now it looked like a “6” below and behind the actual “6”. This reminded Fanny of the time she saw her brother kneeling behind his girlfriend kissing her bottom.

Janette jerked open the fly-screen door; the vibration caused the top screw on the number “6” to break; it twisted clockwise. It now rested up-side-down against the other number so that together they now looked like the number “69”; like a couple simultaneously giving each other oral stimulation in the “soixante-neuf” position as the French would say.

Fanny stepped back in shock. “Holy shit!” She screamed, “Do you think that’s an omen?”

“What?”

“Look at the damn numbers!” Janette turned to look as Fanny continued, “They just fell to that flamin’ position.”

“Did they? Don’t worry about that; I have finally found the right key.”

“I think we should notify the stupid agent, so she can arrange to have the rusty damn screws replaced.”

“OK; Alanya Escort but for now, let’s go in and see what we have let ourselves in for.”

They walked down the short hallway, past the arched entrance to the lounge room on the left, and checked out the two bedrooms, whose doors were both on the right of the hallway.

After much discussion, it was decided that Janette would have the larger front bedroom that face south out to the road; leaving Fanny with the warmer, but smaller, back bedroom. Both bedrooms had a double bed, a dressing table and a built-in wardrobe.

Fanny flopped backwards onto her bed; her short skirt ending up around her waist. Janette was shocked, “Fanny! Where’s your panties?”

“I don’t wear any.”

“What! Never?”

“Nah; never.” She smiled at Janette’s reaction.

“You’d better wear some to school.” Janette said, waving her index finger.

“It’s alright… I intend to always wear an ankle-length dress or skirt to school. No one will know.”

“And how long have you been shaving your pubs?”

“I don’t shave.” Fanny continued to enjoy Janette’s reaction, and teased her by placing her right hand on her pubic mound and caressing the smoothness.

“But you’re completely bald down there!”

“Yeah. I had laser treatment when I was fourteen.”

“Really…” Amazed; Janette left the room, realising that she didn’t know her friend Frances as well as she had thought.

After unpacking most of their things, they set about exploring the rest of the house. The bathroom was directly opposite Fanny’s bedroom, with the toilet in a separate room between them, at the back-end of the hallway.

Walking through the lounge room, they discovered the dining room beside it; it also had a window facing the street. Through yet another large arch at the back of the dining room, was the kitchen. The sun shone through the lace curtains on its window, warming the whole entertaining area.

The kitchen’s door opened onto a large patio which extended both east and west of the door.

Fanny thought out loud, “This looks like it would be a nice place to relax.”

To which Janette quickly pointed out, “Yeah, but there’s no outdoor furniture!”

“Perhaps we should get a deck-chair or two; what do you think?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Janette unconsciously agreed as she unlocked the other door that opened onto the patio. This was the laundry which was to the west of the kitchen and behind the garage.

“I wonder if there is a charity shop in the village?” Fanny continued, “Maybe we can find some second-hand chairs there.”

“Err… maybe.”

***

Janette was assigned to assist Mrs Horner with all her classes.

Of all of the students in all of the classes she attended, the one that drew Janette’s attention the most was Richard (Dick) Quinn. He stood out because of his constant unhappy countenance. He aroused her motherly instincts; she wanted to hug him and chase away all his problems.

Richard was tall, but not lanky, and somewhat handsome. Being intelligent and studious meant that he was soon regarded as a one of the class nerds.

It wasn’t until Tuesday that she heard why he was so depressed. On the last day of the previous school holidays, Richard’s mother, father and sister were critically injured in a car accident as they were on their way home. The news report on Tuesday night mentioned that his sister was the last of the three to die, and that he, Richard had moved to Cedar Hill to live with his Aunt and Uncle, who were now his only living relatives. They lived just 2 blocks away from the school.

The next day Janette approached Richard at the start of their lunch break. “Excuse me Mister Quinn. Can I talk with you for a second?”

“Err; yes Miss.”

“I’ve just heard about your family; I’m very sorry.”

“Ah… Thank you Miss.” He mumbled nervously.

“I know how devastated you must feel. I lost my father in a similar way a few years ago.”

“Really… Have you managed to get over it?”

“A bit… I find having sympathetic friends helps.” And having said that, she hugged him.

Then, as they separate, she intended to give him a little peck on the cheek. But something happened; she didn’t know how; and it was actually more than that, even more than a brief brushing of their lips; it was a lingering kiss, mouth-to-mouth; and this realisation caused her to blush slightly and drop her head as she walked away.

Richard was normally awkward around girls. His female classmates never gave him a chance to learn how to deal with them; for them he simply did not exist. And so, he was both startled and excited by her kiss; and he felt a twinge in his groin. He too blushed.

As he joined his new friends on their way to the cafeteria, Walter asks with a smirk, “Did I just see Miss Prentice hugging you?”

Walter Dickson and he were assigned to the same Chemistry laboratory. Walter was a little weird, even when compared to Walter’s two friends, William Alanya Escort Bayan (Willie) Schmitt and Michael Lahore. All four were seniors studying mathematics and the sciences. This group of nerds always lunched together simply because no one else would associate with any one of them.

“Yeah; so, what of it? … She was only trying to comfort me, you know.”

“Sorry mate; but it did look like more than just that. Perhaps she fancies you, eh?”

“In your dreams… You know she is the only teacher that seems to notice us guys.”

Walter corrected him, “She’s not a teacher yet; like she’s only a trainee. And she’s not a bad looker either; and she’d only be a year or so older than us.”

“Yeah; right.”

***

A week later, the girls noticed that the lawn around the cottage would soon need cutting. Janette hadn’t been able to get Richard out her mind, so her first thought was, ‘Would Richard mow the lawn for them, at a price of course.’

So, at school the next Wednesday, just before lunch, she again approached him.

“Hello Mister Quinn.”

Richard stopped in his tracks, “Oh; hello Miss.”

“How have you been lately?”

“Fine thanks, Miss.” That was a white lie, he was still deeply depressed.

“I was wondering; could you use some pocket money? It’s just that the lawn where I’m staying needs mowing. Are you interested?”

“Where-abouts do you live?”

“Actually, me and my friend have rented a cottage just across the road.”

“OK… I’ll have to see if I can borrow my Uncle’s mower; I’ll let you know on Friday, OK?”

“Yes; see you then.” And with that Janette hugged him briefly before they parted. Although it was only brief, Richard felt that her hug was more than just consoling.

Once again, his mates saw the encounter. This time it was William who ribbed him, “Are you and Miss Prentice an item already?”

Richard shrugged it off; “Come on. She’s just trying to be helpful.” But actually, he wished William was right.

William instantly quipped, “Yeah, sure.”

“Yeah! She just asked me if I would mow their lawn.”

“Their lawn?” He emphasised the ‘their’.

“Yeah; she said she shares a cottage with a friend.”

“Her friend must be the other trainee teacher, Miss Lambert.”

Now Walter added his tuppence worth, “I hope she’s going to pay you, eh?”

“Yeah; of cause she is.”

“With real money or…?” Walter didn’t say it, but he smiled and raised his eyebrows as he hinted at other possibilities.

***

At dinner on Thursday night, when his Uncle mentioned the garden, Richard finally plucked up the courage to ask if he could borrow the lawn mower on Saturday.

His Uncle immediately enquired, “Why do you need it?”

“I’ve been offered some money to mow the lawn where the school’s trainee teachers are staying.”

His Uncle was very pleased that Richard was going to earn some money for himself, however he did impose one condition; that was, that Richard mow the lawn there as well.

***

On Friday Richard sought out Miss Prentice. He finally saw her when he was on his way to the Physics lab.

He called out to her, “Miss Prentice!”

She turned and waited for him to approach.

“My Uncle said I can borrow his lawn mower; so, when should I come to mow your lawn?”

“Would 10 o’clock Saturday morning be OK?”

“Yes. I’ll see you then… Oh; by the way, which house is it?”

“Number 96, just across the road. It’s called, ‘The ah… The Oaks’.” And then as always, she gave him a smile and hug goodbye.

Richard thought it was truly nice to be hugged by a friend who knew how he felt, and yes, by then he considered Miss Prentice to be a friend.

***

So, on Saturday morning he started early and mowed the lawn at his Uncle’s place before he walked with the mower to the cottage of the trainee teachers. He had on an old short sleeved shirt; and to protect his feet and legs, he wore blue jeans and an old pair of lace-up school shoes.

He arrived a few minutes before 10 o’clock. At the front door he hesitated because the number near it looked like 69, not 96. However, the name was “The Oaks”.

Tentatively he knocked at front door of cottage.

Janette had only just finished having a shower and she rushed to the door dripping wet with a bath towel wrapped around her; it covered her breasts down to her pubic mound, but it didn’t hide her bald camel-toe.

“Oh hi, Mr Quinn. You’re early.”

Richard immediately noticed her dripping wet pussy and stood speechless for a moment, “Ah… The number had me confused;” he pointed at the broken house number.

“Yeah, its broken; we’re going to ask the agent to fix it. Do you need anything before you start?”

“Ah… No thanks, Miss Prentice.”

“I think we can be a little less formal given the circumstances.” She wasn’t referring to her being naked under the skimpy towel, but because they weren’t at school. She continued, “You can call me Janette Escort Alanya here at the cottage. Do you mind if I call you Richard?”

“No Miss… I mean Janette.”

“OK Richard; come and see me when you’re finished.” And with that she turned and closed the door behind her. Richard had a brief glimpse of her firm well-formed buttocks as she turned.

Richard primed the mower’s carburettor, placed the choke in the ‘cold start’ position and gave the starting rope a swift pull, just as his Uncle had shown him. The mower was quite old, but thankfully it normally started on the first pull. Richard gave it a minute to warm up, and as he stood there all he could think of was Janette’s bald pussy and her flawless bottom.

It was one of those hot summer days in New South Wales; there was a north-westerly breeze which brought the heat of the inland across to the coast and made it very hot in the afternoon, often reaching 40 degrees C (104 degrees F). Thankfully, there was a southerly buster already working its way up the East Coast, but it was not expected to reach Cedar Hill until that evening.

Although it was still morning, the temperature was rising. By the time he had finished mowing the foot-path and the front lawn, he felt uncomfortably hot. So, before he started on the back lawn, he took off his shirt and placed it on the boundary fence.

Fanny sat near her bedroom window soaking up the sunlight as she read “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”. When Richard first pushed the roaring mower into the back-yard, Fanny looked up. She had of course see Richard at school, but never without his shirt. She immediately started to compare him with her mental image of Oliver Mellors, the gamekeeper in the book. Richard’s obvious 6-pack and his otherwise general fit appearance added favourably to this comparison.

However, Janette did not see Richard again until after she’d dressed. She put on a tight, sky blue T-shirt and a black pleated mini-skirt before she went from her bedroom into the kitchen. By then the house smelt of new mown grass. Richard was almost finished mowing; he was in fact cutting the grass around the trunks of the two oak trees. She could see the sweat rolling down his back and dripping from his forehead; so she went to the linen cupboard and grabbed a clean bath towel.

He was walking toward the fence to fetched his shirt when Janette called him, “Richard!”

He stopped and turned toward her as she approached, “Yeah; what is it?”

“Here, let me dry you off before you get your shirt.”

She dried his back and then his chest. There definitely was something very sexual about the way she run the towel down his chest to his groin. In fact, it became more so each time she repeated this action. Thus, her hand finally lingered upon his groin, where through the towel and his shorts she could feel the bulge of his arousal growing.

Up until then, she was convinced that all she wanted to do was comfort him, to care for him, to mother him; but now she realised she really wanted more; she wanted to be his girl, she wanted to take him to her to satisfy that need that grew within her, and she longed to please him in every way, even sexually.

She threw the towel over her shoulder and hugged him. As she moved her right leg between his legs, her thigh pressed against his crotch. This caused his right leg to be between her legs.

She rocked her hips ever so slightly so that her clit was gently massaged against his thigh. She turned her head and sucked his earlobe.

It was at this point that Fanny looked up once more from her reading and observed the two entangled bodies.

Richard was in two minds; firstly, wasn’t there an unwritten rule about teachers and their students; some sort of teachers’ Hippocratic oath. However, he remembered what Walter had said the first time Janette had hugged him, ‘She’s not a teacher yet; like she’s only a trainee. And she’s not a bad looker.’ Finally, his hormones took over.

So, when she kissed him, he responded by putting his lips about her bottom lip and tickled it with his tongue. Then he pressed his tongue into her mouth.

Richard had initially placed his arms around Janette, with his hands in the small of her back. But slowly he lowered his hands down until they pressed against her butt cheeks. He could feel their firm roundness and the crease just below each.

His right hand moved further down below the hem of her mini-skirt. Her skin was velvet smooth.

As she allowed him to explore her behind, she felt his cock grow even harder under his pants and press more firmly into her thigh.

She pressed her tongue between his lips; he responded by sliding his fingers between her legs and up under her skirt. As he felt nothing covering her cheeks, he thought she wasn’t wearing any panty. This ensured his complete and full arousal. However, as his fingers progressed forward, he discovered the slender slip of material of her thong briefs.

“Ooooh.” She moaned softly as his middle finger found her pussy lips; they were rounded and wet between. She continued playing tag with his tongue even as he massaged her clit.

She didn’t actually offer to relieve his sexual tension in so many words; she just pulled the zipper of his pants down. She could tell by his pleasant surprise that he was willing for her to continue.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chelsea’s 18th Birthday Ch. 03

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

If you have not read Chelsea’s 18th Birthday Ch 1 and 2, I highly suggest you read those before attempting to read this story. The characters are developed in the earlier chapters.

This is quite possibly the last installment of Chelsea’s 18th Birthday. If you have any suggestions for a 4th Chapter, I’d be glad to hear them. I’m sure that I’ll be writing more in the future.

As always, I would like to thank my wonderful editor alwaysupforu2004.

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

After trying the door knob, Brent rapped lightly on Chelsea’s door with his knuckle. No response. “Come on, Chelsea, you knew I was coming back for my key tonight,” he whispered to himself. Slightly frustrated, he headed down to Clay’s apartment to get his spare that he gave him. It was almost midnight, way later than he had anticipated getting home. His two hour trip home turned into a four hour trip when a head-on collision on the interstate took east bound traffic’s four lanes down to one very slow moving lane. Damned rubber-neckers made it 10 times worse than it had to be.

Brent knocked on Clay’s door impatiently. “Hey, dude. Thought you were gonna be home by 10.”

“So did I. Chelsea’s apparently asleep and she has my key so I need yours to get into my apartment.”

“Actually, when you weren’t here by about 10:45, Chelsea dropped off her key with me.”

“Why? Why didn’t she just give you my key?”

“I guess she still wanted you to get it from her yourself,” Clay said.

A mischievous smile crossed Brent’s face as he got an idea. “I see.” That sneaky little girl.

“We talked,” Clay said interrupting his thoughts.

“Who?”

“Hello! Chelsea and I talked. I apologized for giving her a hard time. I just didn’t see you two going anywhere with this and I turned out to be wrong.”

“Well I appreciate you doing that. Maybe you two can actually be friends one day.”

“Yeah,” Clay said stepping into the kitchen. “Actually, I asked if she wanted to watch The Godfather with me. Dude, it’s one of her favorite movies. She’s the coolest chic you’ve ever dated by far.” He poured himself some milk and flopped down on the couch.

“What did you just say? You hung out with my girlfriend today?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty decent at poker, too. I still kicked her butt, but she had me on my toes.”

“You played cards and watched a movie with Chelsea.”

“What’s the matter? I thought you wanted us to be friends, dude.”

“Yeah, I do, but that is just really weird.”

“Dude,” Clay said bluntly. “She loves The Godfather.”

“I know, man, that’s fuckin’ awesome,” Brent said enthusiastically.

“Yeah, so we’re cool. Don’t worry. Oh, and before I forget, guess who else came to see me today?”

“Who?”

“The Ms. Angela Pumley herself. She asked me out.”

“Bull shit.”

“Yeah, but she did ask me to feed her cat and water her plants while she went out of town for a funeral.”

“Wonder why she didn’t ask me.”

“Duh, dipshit. You were gone,” Clay said setting his empty glass down on the coffee table.

“Well, have fun with that. Don’t steal any of her panties,” Brent said as he walked back towards the door.

“Dude, I didn’t even think about that. Thanks!”

“Fuckin’ perv. See you tomorrow.”

“Later.”

Brent got more and more excited with every step. He was so happy that his best friend and his girlfriend were finally getting along. And quite well as it turned out. And it was a turn on that she was into things like The Godfather and poker. She was just about the perfect girl.

Brent inserted the key into her lock and slowly turned. He quietly entered and shut the door behind him. Through the dark, he made his way into her bedroom where he heard her breathing softly. Definitely asleep. The moonlight shone through the window across the room bathing her in a majestic haze. He looked around briefly for his key thinking it might be laying around for him to find but it was nowhere to be seen. She wants me to wake her up. Otherwise, she would have made it easy to find the key.

Chelsea was laying on her back with her comforter pulled all the way up to her chin. Brent grabbed the edge of the blanket and lifted it away from her unconscious body slowly. Once the moonlight was gracing her body, he could see that she was wearing a silky black and hot pink nightie. It was a lacy camisole top with a split up the middle with matching boyshorts. No one wears this without expecting to be seen in it. Especially shy girls like his Chelsea.

Brent took a deep breath. She was doing it again. She knew that he’d find her like this. She knew what it would do to him. Flashbacks of their previous sexual trists played in his mind and he felt his member growing. What do you want me to do now, you naughty little girl?

Brent took off his clothes down to his boxers and climbed into her bed on her right side. He held his breath when she stirred but she didn’t wake up. Eventually, he was laying right next Akseki Escort to her warm tempting body. Her dark locks lay around her head like a frame and her pink lips remained slightly parted. Her breath almost unnoticeable because it was so shallow and light. She was sleeping deeply, he noted.

Brent decided to have a little fun before he woke her. He very gently placed his hand on her face and kissed her lips. His hand slid down her neck and to her chest, down her tummy, and under her chemise. Her skin was so soft and she smelled so fresh and clean. His heart was pumping a little faster as he aroused himself with her beautiful body. He traced patterns around her midsection, delighting in the involuntary responses that her muscles had under his fingers.

Chelsea’s head shifted on her pillow. Again Brent leaned over and kissed her lips as he held tightly to her left hip with his right hand. As she arose from her sleep, his lips felt her inhale, filling her lungs. Then he felt her lips kissing his. As they kissed, he moved his hand over her tummy and sides under her sheer top.

When they broke their kiss, Brent leaned back and looked upon her still sleepy face. Her green eyes sparkled through her squinted eyelids.

“You’re late,” she said teasingly.

“And you’re a cock tease.” They both laughed lightly. “Where’s my key? You made me go on a wild goose chase to get where I am now.”

“Well I was hoping you wouldn’t need your key tonight,” she said with a coy smile.

“What a coincidence. After seeing you in this, that is precisely what I was also hoping.” He ran his fingers under the waistband of her boyshorts. “Did you miss me?”

“Clay kept me company.”

He furrowed his brow. “Oh, is that right? Well, as long as you’re not hanging out wearing things like this then I guess I don’t mind.”

“He’s gonna feed Ms. Pumley’s cat this week. He’s really excited. It’s kinda sad,” she said giggling.

“I know. But that’s enough about him. I want to know more about this little number you’ve got on.”

“You like it?” she asked with a raised eye brow.

“Give me a freakin’ break, you knew I’d like it. That’s why you wore it. You had this all planned out.”

“Did I?” she said in a mock-innocent voice.

A more serious look crossed Brent’s face. “What else did you have in mind, Chelsea?” He slipped his hand underneath her shorts and found her mound, freshly shaven and it made him hard instantly. “Chelsea,” he started and bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. He knew he was going to take full advantage of this pleasant surprise. “Roll over,” he requested.

After a questioning look from her, Chelsea obeyed and turned on her stomach. He stripped her panties from her and threw them to the ground. He began to massage her thighs and butt drawing soft moans from her as she clung tightly to her pillow. He pulled her legs apart an continued his massage deeper between her legs.

“Pull your knees under you.”

Chelsea looked back at him quizzically.

“Keep your head on the bed and stick your ass in the air,” he clarified bluntly but patiently. Chelsea nervously complied. She pushed herself up on her knees, keeping them together. “Spread your legs out far. I want to see all of you.” Again she timidly complied.

Brent sat on the bed behind her and admired her ripe behind and soft smooth pussy. He placed his hands on her and began massaging like before. He could tell she was a bit tense from being so candidly exposed so he tried to get her to relax and enjoy his touch.

“You’re not as sweet and innocent as I thought, my Chelsea,” Brent said under his breath before he kissed her on her ass making her shiver just a little. “You’re a naughty little girl. I know you are.” He touch her smooth pussy lips teasingly and she shivered again except more noticeably. “You do naughty things with me. Have you even done naughty things by yourself?”

Chelsea nodded her head reluctantly.

Brent smiled. He eased one finger into her tight little hole. “I want you to show me what you do, baby.”

“You want me to…” Chelsea couldn’t finish and hoped he didn’t mean what she thought he meant. She’d only done it a few times and would never think of doing it in front of another person.

“Yeah. Pleasure yourself for me. Put your hand between your legs. Show me what you like.” Brent rubbed her thighs and back trying to encourage her. Finally, her hand snaked through the sheets beneath her and covered her sex. After a private pep talk with herself, she found the courage to masturbate in front of her new boyfriend.

Chelsea rubbed her pussy with her two first fingers, sliding them from front to back. She sunk her finger inside of her to get it wet and continued to pleasure herself for Brent. When she finally put her focus on her task instead of worrying about what she looked like masturbating, she began to lose herself in it. She moaned softly as she rubbed and prodded herself.

Brent’s hands on her ass brought Akseki Escort Bayan her back her full sense of awareness. She felt him spread apart her cheeks and squeeze them. Over and over he did this as he watched her. Then she felt a finger enter her pussy and pumped it slowly. She groaned into her pillow. After he pulled out she felt it against one hand holding onto her hip then the same wet finger pressed against her anus.

“What are you doing?” Chelsea jerked away from him.

“It’s okay, Chelse. Just relax. You’ll enjoy it. And if you really hate it I’ll stop.”

“I don’t know, Brent.”

“Listen,” he said softly. “Just relax and it won’t hurt you, I promise.” He heard her sigh. “You trust me don’t you?” A moment later, he saw her head nod slightly against her pillow.

Again he wet his finger in her pussy and rubbed it across her pucker. He repeated this a few times to get her used to the idea before he gently pushed his finger in to the first knuckle. She gripped tightly around him adjusting to this new sensation.

“Now, relax.” Chelsea let out a deep sigh and let her muscles loosen. “Keep touching yourself.”

She resumed and shortly after he began to prod his finger deeper into her ass with short slow thrusts. Once his second knuckle breached her anus she began moaning again. Her head was beaded with tiny pearls of sweat that seeped into her hair causing it to cling to her forehead. Eventually, Brent had one finger all the way into her ass and one pumping her pussy as she rubbed her clit at a growing pace, whining and moaning. She couldn’t believe she was actually enjoying this.

Brent was getting immense pleasure out of watching this shy girl being so open and free with him.

Brent slowly stuck a second finger inside her pussy and pumped a little faster. He watched as her fingers moved faster and more precisely. Her moaning became louder and more frequent.

Suddenly Brent pulled completely out of her and said, “Stop. I’m gonna finish this.” Chelsea removed her hand and stuck out her ass as far as she could. She was so close to cumming. And she would have soon if he hadn’t stopped her.

Brent spread her lips wide apart and dipped his head down. He licked and sucked at her hole until she was begging for release.

“Brent, I need to cum. Please.” Her breath was irregular and her words airy.

Brent was more than happy to oblige. He moved immediately to her little swollen clit with precise and deliberate action. Soon after, Chelsea threw her head back and surrendered to her orgasm.

The clock on the nightstand read 1 AM and Brent knew this night had to be cut short. But he was satisfied with the ground he had broken.

Chelsea eased her hips back down to the bed and Brent joined her at her side. She was exhausted and was nestled up under the sheets and drifting off into sleep in no time.

“Good night,” he whispered.

*****

Now, that’s an ass, Clay thought to himself as Ms. Pumley pulled her carry-on bag from the bottom of her bedroom closet. She was wearing a cute little pink fitted jogging outfit. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

“I will be home late Friday night,” she said, trying to collect all the last minute item she felt like she’d need. “If you have any questions, Brent should be able to answer.” Clay nodded. “Thanks for agreeing to help me on such short notice. And thanks for taking the time to spend with Rumple.” Rumple was apparently short for Rumpelstiltskin. Why she named a cat after that fairytale antihero, no one will ever know. “He starts tearing up everything in the house if he doesn’t get adequate attention.”

“It’s no problem, Ms. Pumley,” Clay responded politely.

“I’m only 27, Clay. You can call me Angela.”

Oh, but I love calling you Ms. Pumley. Besides, the second ‘a’ is useless anyway.

She collected her two bags and Clay walked her to the door. “Here is my spare. Give Rumple one can in the morning and one in the evening. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, the television, computer, I don’t care.”

“Thanks, Ms. Angela Pumley,” He replied with the tiniest smirk in the corner or his mouth.

Angela glanced back at him before exiting the apartment. She gave him a little smile showing she knew what he was doing and thought it was cute.

“Goodbye, Mr. Clay Wheeler.”

Clay watched Angela slink away before closing the door to her apartment and heading straight to the window to watch her get into her cab and ride away.

“Mr. Clay Wheeler,” he repeated. Was she flirting with me? “Mrs. Angela Wheeler.” Clay laughed out loud and ran into her bedroom to look through her drawers.

Clay opened the top drawer of her bureau and found an assortment of plain-jane, run of the mill cotton briefs. He found himself quite disappointed. Then something caught his eye and he pulled the drawer out a bit farther. Apparently, Mrs. Angela Pumley was organized all the way down to her skivvies. In the back of the drawer were Escort Akseki at least three dozen more panties. But these were really really hot. He pulled out a black thong that looked like it couldn’t possibly be underwear. You don’t wear these every day. You wear these for someone. He placed them back in the drawer with a big grin on his face and decided he’d leave and come back that evening to feed the cat.

**********

Later that evening, Brent received a knock on his apartment door.

“What’s up? How’s your first time kitty-sitting?”

“Terrible,” Clay responded, walking past him without waiting for an invitation.

Brent closed the door and followed him into the living room.

“The bastard scratched the leg up on that end table by the couch!”

“How often are you going to see him? Did she tell you he gets pissy when he’s ignored?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think he’d actually do anything!” Clay plopped down on the couch and grabbed a pillow.

“You gotta spend time with that cat, dude. He’s like a little kid. He can’t be left alone like that. How long did you leave him?”

“Since, like, nine when she left.”

“You’re an idiot. She’s gonna kill you.”

“I know, bro. This is gonna ruin whatever chances I had with her.”

“Oh, come on!” Brent exclaimed. “You don’t still think you’ve got a shot, do you?”

“Whatever, dude. Where’s Chelsea?”

“At work. She’ll be home in about 30 minutes.”

“You guys have plans?”

Brent bit his bottom lip and smiled mischievously.

“Dude, ask her if she’s got any cute friends. You, know. In case Ms. Pumley doesn’t work out. I gotta use all these tricks I read about on somebody.”

Brent picked up a throw pillow from the couch next to Clay and threw it at him. “Seriously, man, the only pussy of hers that you need to be stroking is the one eating her apartment. Get back down there and play with the damned thing before it does any more damage.”

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

Again a knock came on Brent’s door. This time he hoped it was a shorter, prettier person. He smiled big when he saw that it was. Chelsea smiled back and walked in the apartment.

“Couldn’t wait ’til after you changed clothes?” She was dressed in her work clothes; baggy and unattractive. He, however, was dressed very sexy. He had a fitted designer t-shirt and jeans on. No shoes, but he had on clean white socks. That seemed really hot to her. He always looked so clean. She blushed as she realized how desperate she must have seemed to have come to his house before her own.

He stepped toward her and gave her a welcoming hug. “You stink,” he said bluntly.

“That is so rude,” she scoffed, pushing him away. “I smell like the seed store! I can’t help it!”

“No, it’s fine. It just mean that you need to take your clothes off and maybe… take a bubble bath?”

A smile crept on her face. She wanted to be mad about that comment he made but she knew he was only teasing.

“That actually sounds nice. Are you going to join me?”

“Nope.” A look of confusion quickly replaced her smile. “I will be the administering bubble bath technician.”

“What?”

“Just go sit on the bed ’til I get your bath ready.” He walked into the bathroom and turned right back around and walked back out. “On second thought, come in here with me.”

She followed him into the bathroom and he shut the door. He had a devilish grin as he turned on the hot water in the tub.

“Take off your clothes for me. I wanna see my woman.”

Chelsea laughed nervously. The light in the bathroom was bright and was just getting used to being exposed in the darkness. Knowing she wasn’t going to win an argument about it, she complied with his request.

Chelsea stood before him naked once again. Brent sat on the edge of the tub as the water filled it, admiring her healthy, ripe body. He reached out his arms beckoning her. She now stood between his knees while he ran his cool hands over her warm flesh. Her arms and legs got goosebumps at his touch. Inches from his face was her smooth mound. He ran his fingers across it periodically, causing her arousal to climb. He grabbed her ass and began to knead it with his fingers remembering the night before when he had done the same thing except from behind. Then he kissed a trail across her tummy.

Brent stood up and eased her against the wall of the bathroom. His fully clothed body pressed against her naked one. Chelsea looked into Brent’s steel blue eyes. “I missed you,” he said lovingly and he took her mouth with his.

Their kiss began softly but grew steadily into a more eager one. Finally, Brent broke the kiss. “I guess you missed me, too?” He chuckled and walked over to the tub and added the bubble bath.

“Why do you have bubble bath?” she said half teasing, the other half genuinely curious.

“Well, I like juniper. I saw it and I got it. Don’t judge me,” he snipped making Chelsea laugh. “Get in, it’s ready.”

Chelsea climbed slowly into the hot bathwater. “This is so nice, thank you.”

“Thank you for being obsessed with me so much that you’d rather come and see me before going home after a long day’s work.” Brent took a handful of water and poured it over Chelsea’s shoulders. She closed her eyes an moaned at how good it felt.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Can You Do It, Babe?

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

We’ve been together for a month now. He texts me and asks to come over. I only have an hour and all I’m expecting is a little bit of cuddling and watching tv. I tell him I’m on my way.

He opens the door and gives me a hug. His house is empty. As I run upstairs to his room, I receive a firm slap on my ass that catches off me guard. I look straight at him and I know exactly what he wants. I wanted to wait before we did anything like that. I never pleasured a guy before nor did I think I would be good at it. He grabs my hips and brings them closer to his crotch. His man handling turns me on.

“Haha stop,” I say playfully, as I feel my face turn red.

“I haven’t seen you in so long, babe,” He says, as he leads me to his bedroom.

It’s only been a few day since the last time I’ve seen him. I could tell he enjoys my company, or maybe even more than that.

I take off my shoes and lay on his mattress next to him. Like I said, I am only expecting a little bit of cuddling and watching tv. For the first few minutes this happens. He presses his body closer Antalya Escort to me, and started kissing my neck and cheek.

He turns me on my back and starts feeling up my boobs and waist. I allow this for it was something we’ve done before and I loved it. He pulls up my shirt and bra and starts to suck my tits. This drives me crazy. I feel my pussy moisten as his tongue made swirls around my small pink nipples. I moan a bit, at this time he takes my hand and places it on his erected cock. I pull my hand away because I enjoyed the sucking and kissing so much, but he put it back in its place and I start to rub it. I feel how hard and swollen his cock is through his pants. I know I’m not leaving without giving him something.

When he was done sucking my tits, I sat up and I look at him.

“Babe, can you suck my dick?” He asks quickly, with a bit of an urgent tone.

“I don’t know,” I reply, very nervously and un sure. I’ve never given oral before. I knew he was gonna ask but I never thought he would be my first.

“Please c’mon babe,” Antalya Escort Bayan he begs, with an obviously bulge through this pants. I could see he was extremely horny.

I gave in. I knew I had to satisfy him. He undid his belt and pulled his jeans to his knees. I did the rest and pulled down his boxers. His hard, blood filled cock pops out and my heart is racing. I am scared and turned on at the same time, but what was I scared about?

I put it inside my mouth half way down the shaft. I guess that’s a good place to start. My head slowly bobbed up and down and his cock entered deeper in my mouth. I try to reach the base but my gag reflex wouldn’t let me. This was harder than I thought. (Pun intended) I start to cough and I retreated back to the head of his dick. He starts to moan and grunt.

“C’mon babe. You can do it,” he cooed. He places his hand on the back of my head and pushes my head in to the base of his cock. I want to gag but I know I can’t take a break. He continuously push his cock in and out of my mouth and throat. I Escort Antalya could feel it getting faster and faster and I could feel my mouth continuously getting stuffed.

My throat was very irritated and he did not stop fucking my face. I feel hot tears drip down my cheeks. He starts to moan loudly. As uncomfortable as I was, knowing he was getting satisfied encourages me. He let go of my head and I start bobbing up and down, base to tip, at the fast pace his wanted. I was finally getting the hang of it.

His moans grew louder and it is obvious that he is about to cum. His dick was completely inside my mouth. I felt his shaft pump a hot load of cum in the back of my throat. I never thought tasting a mixture of my saliva and his cum would be so rewarding.

I looked up at him. He was out of breath and was looking up at the ceiling. He looked down at my split covered face.

“Shit babe, that was fucking great,” he says sounding satisfied. “That was probably the best blow job I’ve ever gotten, Hun.”

My heart was racing. I felt dirty on the inside, and look like a complete mess on the outside, but I liked it. I like the pain and discomfort and knowing it’s only to please him. I still could taste the hot, salty cum coating the back of my throat. I lay on his mattress next to him and turned to him.

“I’m glad you liked it, babe.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Breast Man Chronicles Ch. 02

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

If you don’t like condom use, you may not like this story. Generally, I don’t either, but it fits the context of the tale.

As always, comments and votes are appreciated.

TC 5

*

As a salesman, I often give my customers a little gift as thanks for their business, loyalty, etc., and quite often I send some form of floral bouquet. For years now, I’ve used the shop in the building next to my apartment, a little shop that simply says, “Florie The Florist”. In fact, it’s essentially a one person operation, and that person is Florie. Because I am a frequent customer, Florie tries to give me a break on my purchases, and I often go in just before closing time, taking things she has left over and wants to clear out. It works out great for both of us, and over the years we’ve become quite friendly. Florie is a 30 something strawberry blonde, although her hair is always on top of her head in a tight bun. I’ve suspected she would be good looking if she ever wore anything besides a sweat shirt and baggy jeans and did something with her hair.

One Friday evening I was in a hurry because it was past her closing time, and I was relieved to find the door still unlocked when I got the shop. When I walked in the place was deserted, as usual for that hour, but I found Florie sitting on the floor, surrounded by a circle of wholesale flower boxes and piles of flowers. She didn’t appear to notice I was even there, and had a very unhappy look on her face. She was muttering, swearing under her breath.

I walked over near her to see what on earth she was doing, and she finally glanced up, saying “Sorry Dave, I’ve got a real mess here, give me a few minutes, ok?” I said, “Sure,” and continued to watch, trying to figure out what she was doing. But she was wearing her usual three size too large sweat shirt with an oversized neck, and I suddenly realized that each time she leaned forward over the flowers the neck gaped, giving me a perfect view of her braless breasts! When I realized that Florie actually had breasts, and exceptional ones at that, I must have sucked in my breath, because she looked up at me again. And she saw what I was looking at.

She slapped her hand against her chest over the shirt. “Dave! Oh my God you’re looking down my shirt!” the look on her face said she was about to cry.

“Yes I was, Florie,” I said with a little smile, “and enjoying it very much, you have beautiful breasts!”

Her look turned more to anger. “Dammit! I’m having a terrible day, and now someone I thought was my friend is making fun of me. I really don’t need this or appreciate it!”

“Florie!” I replied, trying to keep a smile and lightness in my voice, “The last thing I would do is make fun of you! I always suspected that beneath the baggy clothes you are very good looking, and this is the first time in the years I’ve known you that I have been able to see for sure. You would be lovely if you allowed yourself to be! Now, what is this mess?”

Now the look changed to shock. “I’m not lovely, I’m just Florie! I don’t have time to be anything else! And the wholesaler sent me 12 boxes of flowers that are half rotten. I’m trying to see what I can salvage.” She held up a flower stem and I could see a little brown on the edges of some of the blossoms.

My newly formed opinion of Florie didn’t change, but I suddenly felt bad for her as I saw the problem. Being a very small business, she probably didn’t have much clout with the big wholesalers. I thought for a moment, and realized I might be able to help. I was going to send out 15 bouquets to clients at the beginning of the week, but why not now?

“Florie, I’ll make you a deal. If you can make up 15 bouquets from what’s left here and get them sent out tomorrow I’ll pay you enough that you can still make a profit from them.”

She looked up unhappily again. “I can make up the bouquets and send them out, but I doubt they will even pay for the flowers unless I charge you more than usual.”

“Well I told you we would make a deal. The other half is, you have to go to dinner with me tonight.”

Now the shock was back. In spades. “I don’t go out. And the last thing I need is some fancy restaurant after wading through this all day. Nobody’s hard up enough to want to go out with me!”

“I told you, I think you could be lovely, and I’ll bet, somewhere you have an outfit that will make you look that way. And it doesn’t have to be anyplace fancy; I’ll take you anywhere you like, as long as it’s not fast food. Now let me help you pick up here and I’ll give you an hour to get ready. Deal?” I knew that she lived in an apartment in back of the shop, so that should be more than enough time.

To my amazement, she actually forgot about the shirt and let go, giving me another glimpse and confirming my earlier assessment. And I finally got a smile. “If you’re foolish enough to want to, I’ll go. I can’t afford to give up a deal like that. And I’m starving! But are you going to look at me like that Tunalı Escort all night?”

I laughed. She had finally realized my gaze had not shifted. But she was brave enough or interested enough to deal with it now. “Absolutely! Why would I not want to look at someone so intriguing? And sexy!”

“Oh my God!” She said with total exasperation. “I’m wearing an overcoat! And I’m not going to take it off!” Since it was about 80 outside, I guessed she would not make good on that threat. And I noticed the hand had never gone back, and she was allowing me to look as much as I liked now.

I gave her a hand up and we cleaned up the flowers, chucked the bad ones and refrigerated the good ones. She looked at me sort of questioningly and said, “Changed your mind yet?”

I silently walked over to her, thinking it was odd she would be so reluctant, and took her hand. Softly, I said, “No Florie, I was never more serious, and I’m very anxious to go out with you.” And I leaned forward and gave her a very soft kiss on the cheek. I swear she blushed!

“All right,” she said, “I’ll see what I can find to wear, and if I don’t chicken out I’ll see you in an hour. I’ll turn the lights out, but just come in the front door and knock on my apartment. You know where it is.”

With a big smile I said, “I can’t wait!” and gave her another little kiss. But this time, I actually got a little smile in return.

An hour later I tentatively walked into the dark store and followed the crack of light to her door. When I knocked, I heard a little groan as she got up from somewhere, but it was still several seconds before the lock clicked and the door opened. When it did, she was still smoothing her skirt, and had that worried look on her face, but when she saw my broad smile she finally smiled back. “Come on in a second,” she said and stepped back into the light.

But I just stood there. And stared. I couldn’t believe it was Florie! Her hair was down, all two glorious, strawberry blonde feet of it, now nice and shiny after obviously having been shampooed and conditioned. And although she had no other make-up, she had a pale shade of lipstick on that actually almost matched her hair! She had a black pleated skirt, just below her knees, which gave me a good look at her slim, toned legs. She was also wearing a rather sheer, short-sleeved white blouse with pleats down the front.

The only thing that marred the outfit was a gray vest, which seemed out of place and obviously eliminated any chance for the view I had been treated to earlier. At least, I didn’t see any overcoat. Even though she was fairly short, perhaps 5′ 5″, she was wearing relatively low-heeled shoes. I guessed she couldn’t walk in high heels or just didn’t have any. But my eyes kept coming back to her beautiful hair. I couldn’t imagine why she kept it hidden.

When I finally remembered to step in the door the smell of flowers washed over me, even though I had just walked through a flower store! There were flowers everywhere, some potted, most in vases, probably leftovers. Florie really did like flowers! “Ok,” I said, “it’s your choice, where are we going?”

I was surprised when she giggled, “All right, you passed the test, you’re not allergic to flowers, or you would be dying by now! I like beer! I don’t drink it very often but I like it, and I’m going to need a little reinforcement if I’m going to spend some time with you. How about the tavern at 6th and Allen Street? I hear they have a good menu, although I’ve never been there.”

Wow, this was starting out great! I was actually going to go out with, I now realized, really a beautiful woman, and from what I knew, her choice was excellent. And at least, it wasn’t a tea house! I almost felt underdressed in my golf shirt and slacks.

“Florie, I’m mad at you!” She was reaching for her little black purse, but she whirled around and looked at me, seemingly almost ready to cry. “You are gorgeous! Why on earth have you been hiding yourself from me and everyone else all these years?”

The scowl changed to a smile in mid-air, as she realized what I’d said. But she replied, “Oh Dave, that’s sweet, but no one ever said that about me. Or thought it.”

“Dammit Florie, that’s because you dress like a linebacker. I’ll bet you would even spark a little more interest in your business if you dressed like this! I can’t wait to be seen in public with you! I love to make people jealous!”

That finally broke down the resistance. She took my hand and squeezed it. “You actually mean it, don’t you? I just hope you have good taste Dave. But I must admit, it makes me feel the best I’ve been in years.” And she broke into a broad smile and giggled.

“Wait and see,” I said. I took the opportunity to give her a hug and another kiss on the cheek. She smelled good. Like flowers.

When we left the store, there was a cab waiting by the curb, as usual, so I decided to take it. When I asked the driver if he was free he Tunalı Escort Bayan just grunted and got out of the car. Then he opened the rear door, and, looking right at Florie, gave her a big smile and said, “Good evening, Miss.” After I got in he closed the door in silence. And the routine was repeated at the restaurant when he said, “Have a nice evening ma’am.” He did manage to tell me the fare and thank me for the tip.

Florie looked at me. “I told you so!” I chuckled.

In the restaurant, the hostess greeted us, and as she seated us at a quiet back booth she said, “Enjoy yourself, folks.” Then she added, “Miss, you have the most beautiful hair!”

I heard a little gasp before Florie shyly turned to her and managed to say, “Oh, thank you!”

When I looked at her, she was absolutely glowing. “I don’t believe it!” she almost whispered. And she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I took the opportunity to put a hand behind her shoulder and pull her to me. And I kissed her very lightly. On the lips. And I could feel she was shaking. As she gasped, a look of shock on her face, I smiled and said, “Thank you for coming with me, honey, it’s not often I get to be with someone that draws so much attention.” That changed her expression to a smile, with a little wonder mixed in.

“Please,” she said, “order us a pitcher of beer. I don’t know why, but I’m so nervous!”

When our waiter came I let her choose from the extensive list, and when she did, he said with a big smile, “Thank you miss, I’ll be right back. And I’ll bring you some iced glasses.” He never glanced at me. There was no doubt now. Her smile told me she was having a wonderful time.

When he returned he filled the icy glasses and departed with another smile at Florie. She grabbed her glass and chugged down about half of it, before realizing I had raised mine and was not drinking. Finally seeing that I was proposing a toast, she tapped her glass against mine, and I said, “To my beautiful flower girl!” I could see her melt.

“Oh Dave, you really are so sweet, aren’t you! What are you doing to me? I feel so good!”

“I’m just your escort. The rest is all you, honey!” I replied with a broad smile.

She slid over until she was right next to me in the booth, and when I turned to her she put both arms around my shoulders and kissed me. Hard. But her lips were closed tight, and when I opened mine slightly and let the tip of my tongue run along her lips, she gasped and pulled back, a look of surprise on her face. “Dave, was that your tongue?” she said with a very questioning look.

I tried to hide my shock as I suddenly realized, she really didn’t know how to kiss! I said quietly, “Wet your lips Florie, and open them just a bit.” Without giving her a chance to reply I leaned forward and kissed her again, this time pressing my tongue against her lips. After a moment, I felt her relax just a bit, and my tongue slipped between her lips and slid along them. She gasped. Then she moaned. And I felt her entire body start to shake. She was totally unprepared for her reaction to the feeling of my tongue gently invading her mouth.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, and stared at me. “That felt… good! Is it ok to do that?”

I couldn’t help laughing gently, but I said with a smile, “Well, I think it’s wonderful to do that, but you’ll have to decide for yourself. But if you liked it, then I’d say it’s ok.”

Without another word she leaned to me again, and I watched her lick her lips just before they touched mine. It was my turn to be surprised, though, when I felt her tongue press between my lips. Her hands tightened on me and I put my arms lightly around her, not letting her pull back too soon. The soft moan she made into my mouth sounded like the relief of some great aching need. And when I lightly touched the tip of her tongue with mine, she jumped, but didn’t try to pull back. I felt her lips press harder against mine, and it was a minute or two before our lips parted again, this time, both of us gasping.

Suddenly, I detected a shadow, and looked up to find the waiter, patiently waiting. Looking right at Florie he said, “Would you like to order now? I can come back later if you need more time.”

We hadn’t even looked at the menus, but she neatly said, have you any specials you’d recommend?

He looked pleased to be asked, and said the chef had a special cut of beef that was excellent. I wasn’t sure if she even ate meat, but she lit up, saying, “That sounds wonderful!” Then she looked at me and said, “Would that be ok?”

“Of course,” I chuckled, “and I’ll have it too. It sounds great!” We settled on salads and side dishes and the waiter happily went on his way.

“Oh my God,” she suddenly gasped. “Was it all right to ask him like that?” And she grabbed her mug and took another giant swallow. And another, draining her glass. I was about to pour her another, when the waiter suddenly reappeared from Escort Tunalı somewhere, bringing two more iced mugs and pouring for us.

“Florie,” I said, “come here.”

She did as told and slid even closer on the booth bench, bodies touching now. I looked down at her, putting an arm around her, and said with a smile, “Honey that was more than all right, you did that like a pro! Except, of course, that you never have to ask me if it’s ok. But you did something that I liked even better.”

I turned to her very deliberately and gently wrapped my arms around her. And I stared into her eyes as I very slowly lowered my lips to hers. And she whimpered when our lips locked together, but I felt her hands grab a tight hold of me too. This time, my lips ground on hers, and my tongue didn’t stop at her lips, sliding deep into her mouth, searching for hers. It quickly found it, and as they started playing together I could feel her chest heaving against me, and she was moaning into my mouth. The waiter came with our salads and quietly pushed the place settings closer together, but I held her tight, enjoying the feel of her in my arms too much to care. And it didn’t feel like she had any intention of letting go.

I realized that like it or not, we really needed to eat our meal. And I wanted her to enjoy it. Reluctantly I loosened my grip on her and lifted my head gently. She just sat there, still holding on, staring up at me. Her eyes looked almost teary, but I was sure it was passion, not sorrow. She finally gasped, in a small voice, “Do you know what you’re doing? Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

I grinned at her and said, gently, “I’m enjoying the company, and the touch, and the taste and the feel of a very beautiful and intriguing young woman. And I can only hope that you are feeling somewhere near as good as I do right now.” It was all true. And the fact that I now had a raging hard-on was very much secondary to the excitement of being with such an obviously fresh and innocent girl. “I think we should try to catch up with our meal,” I said, turning to the salad.

She grabbed her mug, and I knew she was about to almost chug it down again. But whatever might happen between us, I didn’t want to be able to look back and blame it on alcohol. I said very softly, “By now you must know you can be comfortable with me honey. You can have all you want, but please just drink it to enjoy it.

She took a sip and set the glass back down. “Oh Dave, you have been great and I feel wonderful. And you’re right, I’m not as nervous as I was. I’m really having a good time. But when you kiss me I have the strange feeling that you might just devour me whole.” She giggled. But I shuddered. It was said innocently, but little did she know how close she was to being right.

By the time we finished the salad, the waiter appeared with our meals on his tray. She took heed, and was nursing her beer now, but I noticed her face was a little flushed. I wasn’t sure how much was the beer and how much our kisses. But I noticed that every time I glanced at her now, she looked back with a big smile. And I also noticed that her body was still pressed against mine, as close as we could get and still eat our meals.

The beef smelled wonderful, as good as her flowers, and we were about to dig in, when she said, “Dave, I’m really warm, do you mind if I take this off?

She pointed to the vest, and I chuckled, “Not in the least, let me help you!” She slipped out of it, and I laid it on the bench next to me. She didn’t say a word, but when I looked back at her, I got a sudden shock. The top three buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned, and she clearly had no bra on. I sucked in my breath when I realized her breasts were just as lovely as my first impression, and she obviously heard me as she looked up shyly, her eyes not quite meeting mine. But she had a little smile.

“I see you’re true to your word,” she said.

“Florie, I….”

“You said you would look at me all night. I just wasn’t sure I was going to let you. But Dave, I… I kind of like it. It makes me feel good… pretty… a woman. But… I’m shaking like a leaf!” She gave a very nervous giggle.

I took her hand. Holding it. Squeezing it. I could feel her whole arm shaking. My other hand ran gently over her sparkling hair, then guided her head to me, as I leaned down and softly kissed her. When our lips parted she exhaled as though she had been holding her breath for minutes. “Florie, you are beautiful. And I feel so privileged that you are allowing me to enjoy you.

I felt her hand squeeze back against mine, and she raised her head to me for another kiss. “Thank you, Dave,” she whispered.

When the kiss ended, I said softly to her, “Let’s eat honey. It smells almost as good as you do, and hopefully tastes almost as good too.”

She giggled, and we turned to the table. The meal really was delicious, and I managed to keep my eyes off of her enough of the time to eat most of it, but there was no way either of us could finish it all. And our appetites were somewhat less than our desire for each other, at that point. But I noted with pleasure that she was now drinking her beer just enough to wash down the meal, not trying to swallow the mug. I knew I’d won her trust.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Birthday Present Ch. 02

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Holding Rachel tightly to my chest I give her another long kiss and ask her, “there is going to be more to do day goddess?”

Rachel dropped the her fake Russian accent ever since her first orgasm smiles that taunting grin that I know all too well means I have fallen into her trap like always.

“Why my sweet love, Jordan, you really think I’d have dressed up and made both my best friends her get all dressed sexy just for looks babe? It is your 18th birthday a man only does that once and it is my job to make sure my new man doesn’t forget how great his girlfriend is at gift giving!”

Rachel stands again and I can’t help but stare at her once more, her long golden brown hair falling all the way down to the middle of her back, standing easily at 6’5 in her high-heeled boots. Her perfectly toned legs covered in thigh high stockings where they meet her black and red lace crotch less panties and her 38C breasts locked behind her fiery red corset.

Quickly Rachel’s friends race to her side giggling both acting as her servants to only listen and do and practice her biddings. Rachel begins whispering to her friends and they both giggle and smile occasionally looking over at me now sitting on the bed fully taking in the three women standing in front of me. Rachel’s friends, Amy and Victoria, never before have I once truly took in these to women that now were in black corsets long fishnet stockings and simple short black high heels. Amy is same height as myself at 5’9, with supple B sized breasts, jet black hair and dark brown eyes that in most lights appear black, and with the blood red lipstick mixed with her natural olive skin tone makes her look very exotic. Victoria is 5’6, wearing the same outfit as Amy, yet she has paler white skin making her lipstick appear even redder, yet her eyes sky blue and shoulder length blonde hair gives her the look of a classic fifties pin-up girl.

All three suddenly turn and stand shoulder to shoulder in front of me. Rachel says in a commanding voice, “Jordan lay back down on the bed and do as your told or else!” I lay back down on her king size bed as told butt make sure to keep my eye on the three of the girls as to not lose track of what is to happen next. Rachel slaps Amy on her cute tight little ass. Amy lets out a soft little yell and dashes around the bed so she is on the other side of me. Victoria goes without encouragement and stays on the same side as Rachel. Amy and Victoria climb on the bed at the same time. Both girls staying below my waste they give me soft smiles of knowing. Rachel comes up to the side of bed and stand to watch Eryaman Escort over watch and stay in control of her two servants and myself. Amy and Victoria wait for Rachel to give them permission. My cock already stands hard and ready wanting just from the site of three goddess. Victoria leans down on Rachel’s signal and takes my whole cock into her mouth and begins to suck and play with my cock, yet she quickly stops when Rachel slaps her ass with the crop, on this Amy leans in and begins her work sucking and licking. Both girls begin licking and sharing my cock between the two of them. Rachel watches as her servants begin their work. I am quickly moaning in pleasure the two women working magic with their mouths on my cock.

Rachel suddenly barks at me, “Jordan no cumming till I say! Now start rubbing me! She grabs my arm and pushes my hand up between her legs all five of my fingers get pushed into her. Making her shiver lightly in pleasure.

I smile knowing how much Rachel loves being in charge and getting to watch her friends work and my touch. I do as she commands and begin to thrust my fingers in and out of her tight wet pussy. I take my thumb to rub her clit with every upward thrust of my hand. I move quicker and quicker to pound her as much as I can. I twist my fingers together to form more ridges for her. Rachel’s moans begin to mix the air with my own moans.

Amy and Victoria keep stroking, licking and kissing the head of my cock. Holding pleasing it, the waves of pleasure send sparks of pleasure throughout my body making every part of me feel pleasure! I begin to feel the pressure of the girl’s sweet oral worship of my cock pushing me to need to cum.

“My sexy commanding goddess, Rachel please please let me cum now! I need to!” my moans growing louder.

“No! Damn it, not yet, not till I desire you to cum!” Rachel says between clench teeth and sexual grunts. I begin thrusting my fingers faster and harder into her pussy, with the thrusts her moans grow louder and heavier, she grinds down on my hand as I work it up. With one final hard thrust of my hand she releases a pent up orgasm her sweet honey flowing over my hand dripping to the floor. Rachel lets out a soft sigh of relief.

I feel myself no longer able to sustain going and holding back cumming after the girls work and feel myself cumming hard. Amy has her mouth over my cock at the time and takes in all the sweet cum, swallowing it all.

“Damn it Jordan did I ever say you could cum!” She slaps her crop down on my chest leaving its red outline. Rachel leans over grabbing Escort Eryaman Amy by the hair and pulls her in giving her a long hard kiss to taste the warm cum on her lips. When Rachel finally releases Amy from the kiss a person could see Amy having a heart flutter from the powerful kiss of Rachel. “Now I have to punish you Jordan because you have failed to follow my rules.” She slaps the crop into my thigh leaving another red mark. Rachel grabs my arms once more and cuffs me back to the posts. Rachel climbs onto the bed and straddles my face her pussy still glistens with her cum. She suddenly drops hard sitting her pussy down hard on my face, forcing me to take in her pussy and eat her once more.

As I am happily licking at Rachel’s pussy, she pulls Victoria over and has her stand over Rachel’s kneeling form. Rachel spreads open Victoria’s slender legs and begin to lick her pussy, she slide her tongue up through her lip up to her clit giving it just the slightest brush. Victoria shivers as Rachel begins her magic on her. Amy moves over and begins to suck on Victoria’s beautiful breasts her nipples stand out hard begging for pleasure. As lick and suck on Rachel’s perfect clit she works on Victoria. The sweet moans of women begins filling the air, Rachel moans right into Victoria’s wonderful cunt licking faster and pushing for Victoria to cum onto her face in sync with Rachel’s own orgasm. Amy sucks on Victoria harder her sweet nipples rolling in her lips. Amy reaches down and massages one of Rachel’s ample breasts. Rachel pushes hard down onto my face making it harder for me to breath but I do not fight loving the sweetness of her pussy covering my face. Eating it faster licking sucking her sweet clit. Rachel lets out a hard load moan her body shacking from her orgasm she slide over and lays down next to me on the bed a look of bliss on her face.

“Mm god, Jordan you really can eat pussy.” Rachel smiles at me, her body feeing almost completely fulfilled. As Rachel lays in bliss cuddling close to me, Rachel wrapping her legs around my own lightly rubbing her still wet pussy against my legs. Victoria and Amy both go to the foot of the bed. Victoria gives an evil grin that only could be seconded by Rachel.

Victoria pushes Amy back onto the bed spreading her legs wide Victoria dives in and begins to lick her sweet little pussy. Amy tenses feeling the new pleasures to her pussy. Victoria reaches up and massages one of Amy’s breasts her other hand begins to penetrates Amy’s tight little cunt. Victoria thrusts three of her fingers in and out faster pumping her Eryaman Escort Bayan beautiful pussy harder and quicker. (While this happens Rachel undoes my cuffs so we can both sit and watch Rachel’s best friends enjoy each other’s tight little pussy’s. Victoria’s bouncing blonde head moving faster and loving the sweet taste of Amy. Victoria thrusts her three fingers in and out twisting her fingers as she thrusts working the tight lips apart and back together. Amy shakes with each thrust of Victoria’s hand. Victoria licks Amy’s little clits, and works around her beautiful pussy lips. Amy lets out a whimsical moan as Victoria sucks in her sweet clit and thrust her fingers in hard and deep cumming for Victoria.

Watching this I feel myself rejuvenated and ready for finally taking the sexiest woman here. “That’s it Rachel!” I flip her over and pin her to the bed and smile knowing she is now going to be my sexy little girl! “You know you’re going to be all mine now babe!”

My cock hard and ready holding Rachel down she wiggles around to tease. I lightly push my cock into her still wet and tight little pussy. Her lips clench down on my hard cock. She is sweet and tight. I begin rhythmically thrusting in and out of her. Rachel thrusts back with her sweet hips. I let out a mild moan feeling her warmth’s.

“Mmm Jordan harder!” Rachel screams back as she pounds faster back. I hit her harder thrusting her back loving her tight cunts hot wetness, I push harder and faster I keep her down to the bed loving her shacking breasts. Rachel’s sexy breasts bounce with our rhythmic thrusts. I kiss Rachel hard on her lips, I gently bite her lips Rachel’s dark red lipstick covers my own lips lightly. Suddenly Rachel rolls us once over so she can ride my cock hard and fast and be back in power. She thrusts hard bouncing fast up and down up and down on my cock. She bounces up and down her pussy pounding down hard onto my cock. “Oh god yes Rachel! Please go harder babe!”

She bounces faster, I thrust up hard into her sweet cunt, Amy and Victoria have since finished their fun with each other and come over and begin to rub Rachel’s breasts as we fuck each other. Going closer and closer to cumming Almost in perfect since Rachel and I cum together her pussy squeezing my cock hard filling her with hot cunt.

“Mmm, thank you my sweet sexy goddess!”

“Happy birthday, babe! Hope this was special enough for you.” Rachel gets up and grabs her tossed aside corset and panties and begins to leave, “come girls time we shower, “Babe, come meet me in the shower you need to get better to take me to dinner still!,” Rachel smiles and winks at me. God I love that chick I never will complain getting to be with her again. I watch as Rachel’s tight beautiful bar ass walks out of the room followed by her two friends both of their hair messed up and make up smeared yet both looking weak from the pleasure.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bad Dolly Ch. 03

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Mr. Wells pulled up across the road from my house. We hadn’t spoken the whole ride home and I was beginning to think perhaps he was done with my presence. I looked over to him nervously and smiled. He looked over to me, his eyes flicking toward my breasts and the short hem of my dress.

‘Well, this is it then. I’ll ring my associate tomorrow and transfer to town when I get home.’ He said to me, as though he was speaking to his secretary. The taste of his cum still resonated in my mouth and I leaned over slowly, giving him a devilish grin. I made sure he could see down my dress, though my tits were nothing to brag about, they were perky and supple, the very antonym of his wife’s.

‘I’m afraid we’re not done just yet, Mr. Wells.’ I was excited by my own words. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. I played with his tie flirtingly and leaned closer until I reached his ear, then began nibbling softly on his lobe.

‘You’re going to risk being seen in the car with an old man?’ He shuffled away from me and looked me up and down. I rolled my eyes at his rejection as if to say ‘oh well, your loss’ and leaned back back into my own seat. I thought for a second, perhaps he really was done, but I’d at least let him make the choice, so I’d know for sure. ‘No, with an empty house, I think we could do better than a car.’ With that I opened the door and got out, leaving him to wonder.

I walked up my driveway and produced the key to my room, it had a ranch slider and sat at the right side of the house, if anyone pulled up they couldn’t see my room and anyone could make a quick escape out the side gate.

I got into my room and looked around. It wasn’t too messy, just a few clothes and books scattered around. We didn’t have a maid to clean up after us. I stuffed my clothes under my bed and shelved the books. Taking another look around, I realized how uncomfortable it might make David. Photos of his daughter and I were plastered everywhere, along without our other high school friends. My immaturity shone through relentlessly in this room. Letters declaring my love for past crushes, with huge hearts with arrows going through them sat on my desk. My queen sized bed had a billowy pink duvet on it, with purple pillowcases and fluffy cushions. My curtains hadn’t changed since I was 11, although I’d outgrown my unicorn phase a long time ago.

I snapped out of my embarrassment trance and figured, hell, if he wants to fuck an 18 year old, he’s just going to have to deal with uncomfortable situations like this.

That’s when I heard footsteps on the back patio. Shit that was quick, I thought, though I’d been standing there for at least five minutes. I leaned on my desk, still standing, waiting for him.

His shadow appeared at the ranch slider and I felt my heart warm up again. Whenever I knew he was around or when I saw his face a huge rush encompassed me. I couldn’t help myself, I had big crush on him and he was only making matters worse by doing this with me. He frightened and excited me, I had almost no time to think about the gravity of what we were doing, and I knew that when I fell asleep tonight it would come, full force and drown me in guilt; not only for Madge and Amber, but for myself.

‘Dolly?’ He said as he carefully peeled back the white veil behind the ranch slider and stepped through, perhaps expecting my father to be standing in front of me with a baseball bat at the ready. He was a master excuse maker, so that probably wouldn’t be too much of an ordeal for him, anyway.

‘May I ask who’s calling?’ I said in a high voice, then frowned at my own idiocy. If he wasn’t so interested in fucking me, he probably would have fobbed me off by now. To my surprise he chuckled, but didn’t reply. He came through the thin curtain, then walked over until he was arms length away from me.

He always looked so nice in his business suits, I knew he had an incredible body underneath, but there was something so arousing about the thought of being taken while he was wearing it. Then it dawned on me. He is going to take me while he’s wearing it. We’re alone and will be for however long he stays. There won’t be any more Kızılay Escort interruptions, no more people to ruin our intense heat. This is it. He’s going to fuck me; my own best friend’s father is going to fuck me.

My heart pumped faster and harder until I could hear the blood in my head again. I looked up at him, trying to keep calm. He was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t have thought of anyone else I’d rather lose it to, if only there wasn’t such a fucked up situation around us.

‘So nobody’s home?’ He questioned seriously, looking toward my door that lead into the house.

‘That’s right. And they won’t be for a looong time, Mr. Wells.’ I eyed him sensually and took his tie again, gently tugging him toward me with it. He responded by stepping the final step that it took for our bodies to be together. He looked down into my eyes and I saw him drink in my facial features.

‘You are stunning, Dolly. You grew up so fast.’

‘I’m glad you noticed.’ I said smugly, but inside I was almost screaming, I wanted to kiss him so bad.

‘How could I not notice a sexy young woman in my own home?’ While he said this, he smoothed his hand up my thigh, passed the hem of my dress. He pulled my head towards his and our lips met finally. I melted into him instantly, my lips moving with his and caressing my hands up his chest to his shoulders, holding onto his neck and head. I felt heat rise up inside me and I wanted more, needed more.

We kissed deeply, his tongue expertly wrestling with mine while his hands trailed all over my body. The hand holding my head slipped down to my left breast and squeezed gently, the thumb flicking over my hardened nipple a few times, which made me draw in breath sharply and bite his lip softly. His other hand continued, very slowly, up my dress to my firm ass. He massaged my right cheek for a while, on top of my panties, then slipped under the fabric and continued.

I could feel his bulge growing harder and more prominent. I shifted one hand from his neck, down to his crotch and rubbed the outside of his pants hard. I wanted him, badly, I wanted him to release his cock and force it inside me, I didn’t care if it hurt, I didn’t care what anyone would think, I didn’t care if guilt would kill me, I just needed him inside me, my pussy ached and I ground it into him, replacing my hand.

He could clearly sense my desperation. He pulled away from kissing me and looked at me for a while, taking in the sight of me, ravenous and desperate for him. He smiled with satisfaction at what he was doing to me, then lowered to his knees.

I lulled my head back and groaned in anticipation. He slipped his hands up my thighs again, without looking up or lifting my dress, and pulled my panties down in one swift motion. Then he smoothed his hands back up, taking the hem of my dress with them.

He softly pushed me onto my desk, so I could spread my legs comfortably. I obeyed, spreading them wider. I felt his hand move over to my mound and I shivered in excitement. I looked down at him, his face was inches from my pussy, he was admiring it. His thumb slid over my clit hood, already drenched in my honey.

‘Ooha,’ the moan escaped my lips uncontrolled. He looked up at me and smiled, keeping eye contact as he slowly circled my clit over and over. Not fast enough to build up to orgasm, but just enough to tease and build the tingling heat that was torturing me, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Mr. Wells please!’ I breathed heavily, and looked at him pleadingly and noticed my juices were dripping almost to the floor. He seemed happy with his work and stood up, letting my hem fall down again. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ I moaned, I’d never been so desperate for anything in my life.

He looked down at me again, brushing hair out of my face and tutted. ‘It’s going to be okay Dolly, you’ll live.’ He walked over to my bed, stayed standing and pointed to the bed, beckoning me over to it. I couldn’t understand why he had teased me so much, got me so worked up and wet.. I was about to burst.

I walked over, feeling my wetness drip down my thigh. I lay on Escort Kızılay the bed, the way I always did, with my head on the pillow. I was swallowed up by my thick blankets and cushions almost immediately. Then he was beside me, sitting, facing me. He untied my dress at the back of my neck and pulled it down, leaving me completely exposed. I stared at him the entire time, writhing each time his skin touched mine.

Once I was naked, I felt a strange aura of control. I leaned over and tugged at his belt. He looked and me smugly and undid the belt for me. I unbuttoned and unzipped his suit pants and pulled them down, his cock springing up, large, veiny and covered with precum. I held it firmly and pumped it up and down a few times until he stopped me.

‘No, my good girl, this time is different.’ He placed my hand back to my side and I leaned my head back into my pillow in frustration. I was almost angry with him. He’s done this to me, in one weekend he turned me from a straight A, trustworthy girl, to a home wrecking little slut. And now he won’t give me what I want. I felt like telling him to get out.

Then suddenly he was on top of me. I gasped in fright as I felt the full weight of his body on me, then when I registered, I spread my legs and hooked them over his hips and grabbed his head, kissing him deeply again.

He kissed me for a while, then shifted so he was semi-kneeling in between my legs, his cock still standing at attention and my pussy right in front of it, begging to be filled. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it slowly, the same way he’d down earlier in the day, in his office.

Behind his head, on my wall, I caught a glimpse of a photo. It was Amber and I in her pool. I was looking at her dad stroking his cock, ready to fuck me and she was completely oblivious. But it wasn’t guilt that coursed through me, it was lust, the idea made me hot. I gyrated my hips so my pussy lips touched his knob.

‘Come on, Mr. Wells, I know you want this just as bad as me..’ I pleaded, trying to keep a flirty attitude, but failing in my desperation. He kept stroking and looked at me concerned,

‘I do, Dolly, I really do. But I want you to know that this is probably going to hurt. And I want you to say you want it.’ I knew he wasn’t being overly confident or controlling. He wanted to know that I knew what I was doing, that he wasn’t just taking advantage of me.

I sat up, pulled his face to mine and whispered, ‘I want you to fuck me, Mr. Wells, I want you to fuck me the way you always wanted to fuck your wife. I know it’s going to hurt, but it’s worth having you inside me.’ I lay back down and spread my legs wider, shifting my hips readily.

I thought that I heard him purr, and he leaned forward directly over me and shuffled in between my legs until his cock was aimed right for my tight cunt. I lifted both knees so they were under his armpits, giving him total access and control of depth. My pussy throbbed with need and desire.

I felt his knob spread my pussy lips gently. He pushed into me, only the head, and the width of his cock caused a light pang of stretching pain, but it was accompanied by a kind pleasure I had never felt before. He looked up at me, trying to read my expression. I was cringing slightly from both sensations. ‘Keep going, it’s okay,’ I breathed.

His big cock probed deeper and the pain and pleasure intensified. He pulled out and pushed in a few times more, I felt him enter untouched territory each time and more searing pain and pleasure enveloped my body. Finally he was inside me all the way, and on the final thrust I felt a jolt of electric pleasure that over powered the pain. ‘Auh, yeah,’ I winced.

I hadn’t looked at him while he was exploring my pussy, but I opened my eyes now, to find him frowning with concentration. ‘Are you okay?’ I whispered.

‘You’re tighter than I imagined..’ He grumbled quickly. I was proud of my little pussy, obviously I was so tight he was having trouble stopping himself from coming and I had already finished him off once today.

‘Is that bad?’ I asked innocently and he shot me a cross Kızılay Escort Bayan look,

‘It’s fine.’

Then he thrust once, quickly and hard, ‘AH!’ I yelped, my pussy had only just gotten used to his girth and any movement provoked a little pain, but more pleasure than I could have imagined. The spot at the end of the thrust flared up again, causing the yelp.

He smiled, satisfactorily, and kissed me, hard. This time he thrust a little slower, and I felt every inch of him exit and enter my tight cavern. My eyes rolled and I pushed my head back into my pillow, the pleasure had officially overcome the pain and I was in heaven.

He sat up and held my knees where they were, thrusting rhythmically, progressively getting faster and harder. I looked at him fucking me in his nice business suit and a surge of excitement and lust hit me, just as the tip of his dick hit that spot again. His balls slapped on my ass but I could barely hear it over my own moans. My tits jiggled up and down with each thrust and he stared at them, mesmerized.

He continued hitting that special spot every time he thrust, and its electricity spread through my pelvis and down my legs, I was sure I was coming. ‘Ohhh.. Ohh, Mr. Wells, I think I’m coming.. It feels so good, ahhh.. Ah fuck..’

He looked at me, concentrating hard, and began thrusting harder, the feeling in my pussy intensified. I had no idea so much pleasure could be felt, but with each thrust in, my spot opened up another window of bliss. My moans filled the room, I mewed and groaned, whispered how good I felt and how close I was.

The dam of pleasure had almost burst when he finally murmured, ‘I’m going to come soon, Dolly.’ And that was all I needed to hear. Knowing that he was just as close to orgasm as I was pushed me over the edge.

Burst after burst of cool orgasm shivered down my legs and through my pussy. My nipples pricked and goosebumps flared all over my body. I writhed and squirmed underneath his exploding cock, pumping me full of hot cum, I felt his girth expand inside me, intensifying the crashing waves of bliss coursing through me.

I gripped his suit sleeves as he pounded the last of our orgasms out of us. He slammed into me, over and over until he felt my pussy relax. He pulled out slowly as my orgasm was subsiding, he was already softening. I pulled a towel out from under my bed, cleaning up the cum that was spilling out of my stretched and used cunt. He wiped his cock off and zipped himself up.

I lay on the bed, completely spent. I was finally deflowered, and by my best friend’s dad, no less. He sat on the bed, facing the room, instead of me. I felt like he might have regretted doing this and felt guilty, even though he had caused all of this.

‘Mr. Wells, are you alright?’ I asked gently, sitting up and placing my hand on his back lightly.

‘Of course.’ He smoothed his hair back and got up. I felt like a common whore. Why did I think I was special in the first place? Did I really think he would actually like me after taking my virginity? Of course not. I was just a play thing. I flopped back onto my bed, saddened by my own naivety.

He turned to me, ‘I wish I could stay, Doll..’

‘I know.’ I was throwing a good old fashioned teenage patty. I looked away from him and stared at the wall, slipping myself under my rustled blankets.

‘I don’t think you do.’ He said, suddenly mere inches away from the back of my head. I turned my head slightly, but not enough to see him. I felt his breath on my neck, then his lips softly tracing my skin and I tilted my head in satisfaction. He lightly traced his fingers down my arm and back up causing a sprinkling of goosebumps to appear.

‘I really wish I could stay. I’m sorry that I dragged you into this, but I’m glad it’s something. You’re a good girl, and you shouldn’t get upset over an old man like me.’ He chuckled into my ear and I smiled, ‘it’s up to you whether there’s a next time, but if my input helps, I’d love to have you again. I’d love to show you want I could do to your body.’

My raw pussy moistened again at his words and I felt better. He wasn’t using me. Well, he kinda was, but he was on the same page as me; wanted to fuck all the time, but knew we had to wait and be careful. I rolled around to face him and kissed him squarely on the lips, then smiled confidently,

‘There will be a next time, Mr. Wells.’

To be continued…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Best Camp Ever

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This is a true story, and I’m so glad it is (I’ve also obtained the express permission (and encouragement) of the other main character of the story).

*****

It begins in the summer after I turned 18, at a small summer camp in southern Ohio. I was a counselor, and arrived the night before any children were due. That night, as we had a staff meeting and exchanged basic introductions, two boys walked in late. One, I can’t recall well. The other, I do, very well.

I can still recall what he was wearing when he entered that room. He had boots, and jeans (the kind I like to make fun of because they’re kind of girly), a gray and blue long-sleeved t-shirt, a rubber wristband, his class ring, and an ugly green hat that would grow on me before the weekend was over. The boy himself was another thing entirely. He was extremely attractive, that was undeniable. But more on that later.

I didn’t consciously notice all of this right away. After the meeting, the counselors went back to their building, to play cards and get acquainted. I suppose this is when I began to notice him. He changed into basketball shorts (a lovely addition), and laughed and talked as we had been. His smile was perfected, thought for a pretty girl or a show ring I wasn’t sure, it had to work wonderfully well in both places. He was intelligent, but the kind of lazy intelligence I was familiar with. I appreciated that, and his sense of humor that was dirty and cute at the same time. We got along. The conversation turned to sex, as it always seems to, and we quickly realized we were the most experienced people in the room. We traded stories, asked questions, and generally got a feel for each other. That wasn’t what I was intending to do at that point, but I suppose I was, subconsciously, trying to understand this boy and what he was thinking. He had the most expressive eyes, and looking back now I can see what I didn’t then- the look he had when he smoothly instructed I put my number in his phone, or when he casually asked if I was on the pill.

We never went to sleep that night, though he dozed off with his head in my lap a few times. I liked playing with his hair, and he enjoyed me doing it, and I still couldn’t believe someone so far out of my league hadn’t beaten me with a stick yet. I decided I’d shower before starting the day, and he commented something along the lines of, “Okay, see you in there in a minute.” I laughed it off.

“You think I’m joking,” he laughed. And I did. But he wasn’t. What followed after I was done showering(uneventfully) is one of my favorite exchanges to date, between me, him, and another counselor, Corey.

“DUDE. I don’t think you understand how close he was to COMING Çukuramba IN YOUR SHOWER.”

“What?”

“HE WAS IN THERE WITH YOU.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh yeah, I got in there, but somebody else started coming in so I had to hide.”

That boy had most definitely intended on coming into my shower, and I had all day to process that information. To be honest, I had no idea what to do with that information. But I figured it out pretty quickly.

I think it was probably lunch that day. I made some comment about how I thought maybe I’d wake up at 4 a.m., to take a shower before my campers were awake. He looked up kind of suddenly, and it was my turn. I smiled and added that long showers were stress relief for me.

He nodded. “Yeah, I think I might do that too.” He looked out of it for a second, thinking about something. I was scared and excited and trembling to know what.

“What’re you thinking?” I asked. His answer sent shudders down my spine.

“Nothing. Just fixing to take a long-ass shower.”

The next morning, at 3:55, my alarm went off. I checked on my campers, grabbed a towel, and took a long deep breath. Was I really about to do this?

Then he flashed into my mind again. Fuck yes, I was. I brushed my teeth and walked down to the middle room, but no one was there. I shrugged. He was probably coming. Minutes passed, and a few more. It was 4:10, and I was getting nervous. 4:15, I decided, if he still wasn’t there at 4:15, I’d go back to bed. Then I heard a sound behind the men’s hallway door. I’d like to say I hid behind a chair or made up some slick lie as to why I was standing around in the common room at four in the morning, but to be incredibly honest, I froze like a deer in headlights.

The door cracked, and there was that smile. I returned it, and we crept out the door silent as mice. There was a shower building, maybe 70 yards from the main dorms. It was a bit of a walk, mostly spent silently rubbing our arms from the morning chill. In those moments, my stomach dropped, and my mind started clicking. Yes, I’m really about to do this. I’m going to go fuck this incredibly beautiful stranger in a public shower. I was terrified and excited and incredibly aroused.

We entered the men’s side of the building, as typical of a camp shower room as I’d seen. He led me, I suppose, as he really did in everything, to the end of the aisle. I was still kind of bashful, and I went into the shower next to his and stripped. I wrapped a towel around me, took another deep breath, and meekly peered around the shower curtain. I had to stop and stare at what I saw.

He wasn’t particularly tall or short; he probably stood Çukurambar Escort an inch above me, and was a few months older. He was slim but nicely muscled, and I can’t help but think now that I sound more like I’m judging livestock than describing someone. I always look to a boy’s upper body; there’s nothing I love more than broad shoulders and strong arms and a chest I can run my hands over. He was built like I couldn’t have dreamed up better. He was tan; I loved that about him too. Between that and dark feathery hair, his bright eyes had an amazing contrast. It made it incredibly hard to look away from them. Unless, of course, you were distracted by his rather nice, rather large cock. That helped.

He looked up, and saw me, and smiled. I shyly dropped my towel, and I like to think, in memory, that he smiled a little more.

(If he’s reading this, you’ll have to forgive me, my memory’s not verbatim and I’ve taken some poetic license.)

I didn’t really know where to begin, so I did where I always do. I watched his eyes, and kissed him for a moment. He was really a rather stellar kisser, the kind that makes you wish you were a better one. He was gentle with his tongue, but teasing. He knew how bad I wanted it, and he enjoyed that more than anything else, I think.

He pushed me up against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around him. Of course, we were wet and had difficulty, so he suggested we shower off first and then begin. Thus I had the incredible pleasure of standing back and watching this boy shower.

It’s kind of fascinating, watching someone shower. It’s almost like seeing them in their own habitat, when they’re not concerned about you for that immediate moment. Of course, I’m not really a voyeur, and I don’t really condone stalking either, but there’s something, a certain truth, in watching someone go about their lives when they’re not trying to put up a front for you.

He moved out from the shower’s spray and I took the vacated spot, and took a moment to enjoy the way he looked at me. I don’t consider myself extremely attractive, nor do I consider myself a gremlin. I’m about 5’8″, a slim build, what some may call boyish. I have a 34 A-and-a-half cup chest, and small hips, though I suppose enough to fill size 5 jeans. I’ve got red or brown hair, depending on who you ask, and a dusting of freckles.

Anyway, I turned off the water, and we toweled off. Genius that he was, he found a plastic folding chair, and put it inside our shower. When he first pushed into me, he was sitting and I was above him. His fingertips squeezed into my hips as I lowered herself onto him, and I couldn’t help but let a moan escape my lips. Escort Çukurambar He was big and full, and made my pussy feel like it had been missing his cock for years. I stroked up and down, rather slowly, exploring the two bodies between the two of us. My fingertips explored the exquisite body before me, and I kissed at his neck and collarbone with absolute admiration.

Before long, though, I became desperate. I bounced up and down on that big, hard cock faster, and I could feel my breath come harder and faster. He took over, lifting me by my hips and slamming himself into me. I could feel myself getting stiffer and realized he was penetrating my cervix. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming so loud the entire county would hear.

At his instruction, I bent over against the wall, bracing against the corner. He kissed the back of my shoulder, and continued in a line down my back. It excited me, but I was also nervous; I hadn’t done much before then.

“You’re not really going to-” And I cut myself off with a moan as he sucked at my pussy from behind me. He was incredibly good at it, giving head like he kissed. I suppose it is generally the same idea. He applied pressure with his tongue, and sucked just slightly. Especially because it was my first time receiving oral, it was rather incredible.

I knelt on the chair, and bent over the back. His first thrust into me was slow, but he made sure it was deep. He drew back out, and rammed in again. Harder. Farther. He started moving faster, alternating between short fast strokes and the really good ones, the ones that made his balls slap my clit and made me want to scream. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. I hadn’t considered myself submissive until then, but lord, did I love it.

He kept pulling my hair and slamming my pussy, and slapped my ass once. I can’t explain how much that single slap excited me. It was partly the quick instant of pain that just accelerated the pleasure, and partly this boy above me, who now so unashamedly did as he liked with me, and treated me as his.

I couldn’t have loved it more. I begged him to spank me again, and again, until he had to stop for fear the noise of my ass being slapped my own moans would draw unwanted attention.

He flipped me over, had me sit on the chair, leaned back. He slammed into me again, quickly now, and wrapped a tan hand around my throat. I closed my eyes in complete rapture at this, I really didn’t know what to do with myself. This boy, he was doing things to me that I hadn’t imagined. I almost felt bad, like I couldn’t return the favor. But I suppose that’s alright, because I’ll get another chance to soon. And because he came all over my chest and stomach.

Even though we had to leave camp and go back to our opposite ends of the state, he’s still my master, and I’m still his little whore. I can’t wait until we’re together again. Oh, and his name is Cole.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Asphodel’s

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“Cornwall’s, Merry Christmas.”

“And a Merry Christmas to you, too, Andrew. It’s Camellia, darling. How are you and yours?”

“Camellia, what a surprise. We’re going very well, thank-you, and how are things at the Trevethlyn’s?”

“Just lovely, thanks.” There was a pause, “Andy, I was talking to Poppy last night and she told me that she and your dear Steven have never gotten past heavy petting. It seems that the farthest they’ve ever gone was a hand job or two. I thought you might want to know?”

“No! Oh dear, eighteen years old and they’re both still virgins? Good Lord, who’d have thought?”

“I know. Surprising, isn’t it? Whatever is wrong with the current generation, I sometimes wonder. Anyway, because she’s still a virgin I’m going to start her on pompoir exercises after the New Year so that by June she will be fully trained.”

“Are you? What an excellent idea. You know, Jane and I were wondering what to give the boy for graduation. A full course in tantric control might be just the ticket?”

“Really? Hmmm—Asphodel’s doesn’t usually accept clients as young as he is. The assumption is that young men will make their own arrangements but it does make a certain amount of sense. At least that way he won’t have to unlearn anything. And of course it would be all for Poppy’s benefit—eventually. I wonder about the ethics of it, though. I mean, should I be training my daughter’s fiancé?”

“For that matter, should I be sampling my future daughter-in-law? Presuming she and Steve continue to restrain themselves until they graduate Poppy will be a very expensive ‘date’ when June comes. I mean—a pompoir-trained virgin? Pricey!”

“You bet she will be and you can be sure I’m already thinking along those lines, my dear Andrew. Jane may have to put in some overtime to pay for your dalliance. Either that or you’re going to have to win a very big case.”

“That much? But you know, Jane might just do that since my birthday is June twentieth. Not that it would bother her to spend more time ‘at work’ whatever the reason. I’ll talk to her on both subjects, sweetheart. Have Axel kiss you for me and I’ll see you next Wednesday.”

“Smooches, Andy. Pinch Janey for me. Bye, now.”

*****

Poppy Trevethlyn kicked off her galoshes and hung her coat in the mud room. Then she stomped into the kitchen, sat down at the breakfast bar and rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Boys!”

Camellia raised her head from the roast she was basting. “Mmm?”

“Mom, where is Asphodel’s?”

Her mother raised an eyebrow with a half smile. “Asphodel’s? It’s the sixth floor of the Hotel Gentian, right across the street from the capitol building.”

Poppy froze. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “Why do I just know I’m going to wish I hadn’t asked this? Mother, what is Asphodel’s?”

Camellia put down the basting brush and reached up into the cupboard. Her smile broadened as she took down two mugs, filled them with coffee, slid one across to her daughter and sat on the stool next to her.

“Asphodel’s is the oldest, most reputable and most expensive bordello in the state. Why do you ask?”

“I knew it, I just knew it,” Poppy muttered under her breath. Aloud she continued, “A bunch of Steve’s friends are talking about going to Asphodel’s after the grad prom.”

Camellia snorted. “In their dreams! I’ll bet they don’t even know where it is and even if they did they couldn’t get there. One must have a key to open the elevator on the sixth floor and the stairwell door only opens from the inside. Besides, none of them can possibly afford it. A trip to Asphodel’s costs a minimum of five hundred dollars and since I’m sure what they want is to get laid good and proper, it would be a thousand or more. Fat chance of that.”

Poppy spewed coffee all over the counter. “Mom! How do you know that?”

Her mother sipped the hot coffee and winked conspiratorially. “Because we own it, or should I say, your grandmother owns it.”

The girl was dumbfounded. After several tries she finally managed to squeak, “Grandma?”

“Mm-hm. And her mother before her and so on clear back to your thrice great-grandmother Asphodel, the one it’s named after. You see, dear, over a hundred years ago your thrice great-grandfather Alonzo died of pneumonia leaving Asphodel a widow with two small children. He’d been a successful merchant but had encored considerable debt in an attempt to expand his business. Asphodel was able to pay off all the indebtedness but had to sell off most of his holdings to do so. By the time she was free and clear all she owned was their home. Admittedly it was a large one but she didn’t have the money to pay for enough staff to run it.

She might have turned it into a boarding house. That would have been a proper thing for a widow of the time to do but instead she moved with the kiddies into a smaller house and turned hers into a house of assignation, that’s a place where people having affairs can meet discretely. All she had to do was make sure the sheets Oran Escort were cleaned after each couple left. It was quite profitable, given that legislators often had (and still have) mistresses in the capitol when they are far from home.”

“And later she turned it into a brothel? I’m shocked.”

“No, later she bought a small hotel and turned it into a brothel. She moved back into the house. Unlike many of her contemporaries she didn’t spend all the money she made on high living. Instead she bought property. When her daughter took over the business she bought railway stock and more income property. Her daughter bought oil and auto stock and even more property and so on. But the only business we ever actually run is Asphodel’s and each of them, or should I say of us, has learned the business from the mattress up.”

Poppy took a while to digest that. “Mother, I’m descended from six generations of . . .?”

“We like the word courtesan, darling. When a man is paying as much as we charge, it’s way beyond whoredom. And yes you are. That’s how I paid for college. That’s how we all pay for college. Sure, Mama could have afforded to send me but earning your way through school flat on your back has become traditional.”

“Does—does Daddy know?”

“Of course he does. We met there. I know you aren’t aware of this but your father swings both ways and as a poor boy on the make, working Asphodel’s was how he paid for college. He doesn’t now, of course, he’s too busy running the foundation. But once you children were old enough to spend the whole day in school I went back to work. I do the lunch shift because it is one of the busiest times of the day. There aren’t many jobs a woman can clear a couple of thousand dollars between eleven and one, you know.”

“Daddy. Swings. Both ways?”

“Yes. Of course now when he wants some cock he goes to his club where his like-minded friends all hang out. That’s his way of getting a little variety just as working at Mama’s place is mine. It obviously isn’t the money, Poppy, not after six generations of intelligent investment. I do it for fun and getting paid is part of the fun.”

*****

Poppy sat on her bed, her head in her hands. It had been too much information. And she knew where it was leading. With six generations of ‘working women’ behind her there was no way she was going to avoid working her way through college flat on her back—or on her hands and knees or reverse cowgirl or any other of the many positions people had sex in. I’m a hereditary whore. She needed to talk to someone about it but who? Ordinarily she would call her patient, tolerant grandmother O’Malley but it was Grandma who was at the root of the problem. Maybe if she called Grandmother Trevethlyn? No, not Nona. She was so proud that her son had pulled himself up by the bootstraps that it would be just rotten to tell her what some of that had entailed. On the other hand her Aunt Cora, her father’s sister, had gone to college on a softball scholarship and was now a prominent attorney in the capitol. A much better choice. She popped open her cell phone.

“Auntie Cora?”

“Well, hello Poppy. What can I do for you?”

“I need to talk to someone.”

“And your mother won’t do?”

“Talking to my mother is why I have to talk to someone, Auntie.”

“Mm?”

“She wants me to start practicing exercises—to learn pompoir, Auntie.”

There was a chuckle on the other end of the conversation. “That’s a very good skill for a young woman and one that’s not easy to learn. I wish I had time to study it, myself, but I hear it takes about six months to develop the strength and coordination. Did she say why she wanted you to learn it?”

“Well—not exactly. But she told me some other things and I’m afraid I know where this is leading.”

Cora laughed out loud. “This is about the family firm, isn’t it?”

Poppy gasped in disbelief. “You know about it?”

“Honey, I’m a lobbyist. Everyone in state politics knows about Asphodel’s. Shoot, girl, I’ve been laid there myself a couple of times.”

The silence was long. “You got laid at Asphodel’s?”

“Sweetie, like I told you. I’m a lobbyist. And there are times when the chair of the Senate finance committee won’t be swayed by campaign contributions, good booze or just any pussy, she wants mine. If that’s what it takes to get a bill through I can muff dive with the best of them.”

“Wait, the Finance Chair is a lesbian? I thought she was all about pride in her family and shit like that.”

“She is. However, now and again she likes something a little different. I’m the different. It gives me an edge over male lobbyists and all’s fair in politics.”

Poppy thought about this for a while. “But you want to be in politics, Auntie. I don’t. I just want to go to college, get my credential and teach kindergarten. I don’t want anything to do with politics or with my grandmother’s business.”

“That, young lady, is where you are dead wrong. Have you any idea how powerful Oran Escort Bayan your grandmother is, politically? Remember last year when the majority and minority leaders where having a very personal spat over the budget? And it looked like it wouldn’t get passed for months, leaving the state treading water and the schools unfunded? And then suddenly all was love and kisses and the budget passed? Have you any idea why that happened?”

“Uh—yes, I remember and no, I don’t know what happened.”

“Your grandmother Azalea quietly called each of them and said that if the state shut down she’d close Asphodel’s until the budget was passed. And not only would she close up shop, she’d go on television and say why, naming names and giving dates.”

“But—but that’s blackmail.”

“No, Poppy, it’s politics. Now, I have a client on call waiting so I’m going to have to hang up. We can talk any time, dear. ‘Bye, Poppy.”

*****

The following Wednesday Camellia closed the door to her room and pushed the “Do Not Disturb” switch. She turned languidly and slid the satin robe off her shoulders and raised her chin. She held the pose long enough to give her client a good look and dropped the robe over the back of a chair. She stepped forward and put her arms around his neck drawing him down for a long, deep, swallowing and probing kiss. When it was over she leaned back.

“Good morning, Mr. Cornwall.” She undid the watch chain from his vest and tucked it into the pocket next to the watch. What tales that time piece could tell! Cornwall men had been clients at Asphodel’s ever since it opened and that watch had been handed down from father to son for six generations. She patted it fondly and continued to undo the vest. Andrew reached into his coat pocket and handed her a fat envelope. She looked at the symbol on the front. It said today he wanted conversation and missionary sex and counted the bills inside. Everything was in order.

As she helped him out of his coat and undid his tie she looked up at him. “You know, Mr. Cornwall, I’ve been giving it some thought. I believe I will take personal charge of Steven’s training. There’s something so deliciously semi-incestuous about getting fucked by one’s future son-in-law that it is positively irresistible.”

“Now don’t get me started on thoughts like that,” Cornwall smiled as he ran his thumbs gently under her nipples. “You’ll have me wanting to put down a deposit on Poppy’s first trick, as right of first refusal to use the legal term for something technically illegal.”

Camellia’s nipples stood up straight and the tingle reached her pussy. She shuddered and licked her lips. “Wait a bit on that, sir. We don’t know that the kids will be able to resist each other for another six months. However, I will teach her how to give good head. That should keep Stevie satisfied for a while. And if it does, I’ll let you know in time. Mother and I have discussed this. Since Poppy’s just the prettiest little thing her well trained virginity will be priced at around forty thousand dollars. After all, she is the Asphodel-in-waiting.”

She moaned as he bent down and sucked one nipple while twisting the other. His style greatly resembled her husband Axel’s and she wondered if they had ever done each other. It seemed unlikely. There was never any subliminal heat between the men when the families got together and twenty years of sex work had made Camellia very good at detecting such things.

Andrew undid his trousers and dropped them to the Persian carpet along with his silk boxers. He lifted her easily off the floor and carried her over to the canopied and veiled four poster. He inspected the tethers that hung from the headboard but decided against them. Not that he couldn’t afford the extra charge but today he wanted talk with his nooky. He kicked his socks off and lay next to her.

Camellia rolled on top of him for another long, wet kiss. She reached down and began stroking his cock. “Some evening when the kids are out, the four of us ought to get together the way we did back in college, Mr. Cornwall. Jane and I could put on a show for you and Mr. Trevethlyn and then the two of you could have your way with us. It might keep your mind off Poppy’s pert little boobs and ass for a while.”

Cornwall held her close with one arm while the other clutched her butt. “Are you kidding? As much as Poppy resembles her mother all it will do is give me more incentive to pay that forty grand. I look at the pictures in the upstairs lobby and I’m amazed at how much the Asphodel women’s looks have carried down through the generations. You’re only one-sixty-fourth of the first one but the two of you could be sisters. And so could Poppy!”

Camellia ground her hips against him and reached up for the condom package on the night stand. Even with clients who were also old and trusted friends, house rules were house rules. She ripped it open and tucked the roll against her pursed lips. Leaning down she put it over the head of his cock and with Escort Oran an easy motion slid it all the way to the base. That was one trick Poppy was going to learn soon, she thought as she worked her throat muscles, squeezing and teasing him. She lifted her head and leaned back, spreading her thighs as she did, then moaned softly as he entered her. She sank her nails into his back and reveled in the warm weight pressing down on top of her, the turgid mass sliding in and out of her. “Ah, Mr. Cornwall, you are always such a good fit. Now, shut up, sir. Just fuck me. We can talk later. Oh, Poppy will just love this.”

*****

Her mother’s Mercedes purred down the street with a very anxiety-ridden Poppy in the passenger seat. The trip down-town from their home in the suburbs could not take too long as far as she was concerned. Her mind drifted to last night’s conversation.

“Mom,” she had begun, “have you any idea what this will do to my life? If Steve ever finds out—worse yet, if his parents ever find out, I’ll be a pariah!”

Camellia smiled benignly. “Honey, Andrew Cornwall has been a client of mine for ten years and Jane occupies the room next to mine on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She’s one of Daddy’s favorites. We used to get together and swap informally before you kids came along and I’m thinking we should resume that. After all, what Andy pays me is just turned around and paid back to Jane. Why even bother with money?”

It had seemed to Poppy that it was at least five minutes before she could speak again. “Jane? Jane and Daddy? You and Andy? What? Is this entire town one huge orgy?”

That had made her mother guffaw. “No, it’s not and we’re not going to talk about this anymore tonight where your younger siblings can hear. However, tomorrow I’m taking you out of school and we’re going down town. It’s high time you toured Asphodel’s in person.”

Poppy tried to imagine what Asphodel’s could be like as Camellia’s car turned down the driveway and into the underground garage of the Hotel Gentian. That seemed perfectly normal but when she got to the end of aisle, instead of turning to go look for a place, Ms. Trevethlyn swiped a key card and a pair of large doors opened in front of them. A young man in a tuxedo opened the driver’s door with a bow and then dashed around to let Poppy out.

“Good Morning, Juan.” Camellia handed the valet her car keys.

“Buenos dias, Señora Trevethlyn. You are a little early today, no?”

“Yes, I am. But I’m not working today, Juan. I’d like you to meet my daughter Poppy. Poppy this is Juan Costada, the head valet.”

Juan bowed deeply and Poppy blushed. “Con mucho gusto,” he intoned.

“Uh, el gusto is mio,” Poppy replied properly, despite a terrible American accent. Still blushing she took her mother’s proffered arm. They walked to the elevator as Juan drove off to park the car.

When the doors opened, Poppy could see that there were only five buttons for the floors above but her mother nonchalantly took out a key and fitted it into the lock above the top button. The doors closed smoothly and the car zipped up to the sixth floor. There the doors opened again to reveal Azalea O’Malley, elegantly clad in a Chanel original suit.

“Darlings,” Grandmother exclaimed, “your timing is exquisite. The tea has been steeping just long enough. Come sit down.”

A boyish but well muscled young man poured their tea and faded into the background. Poppy looked at her grandmother. “Is that the bouncer?”

“Good heavens, no! Asphodel’ doesn’t need a bouncer. We do background checks on all prospective clients and if they have the slightest inclination to rowdy drunkenness they never get invited. All the lobbyists know that, as well, as does the entire legislature. And any new assemblyman or Senator with overly kinky taste? We know about it early and they get a quiet little note letting them know what the limits are here. We do have a dungeon in the subbasement below the parking lot but it hardly ever gets used. Once people find out how much that kind of play costs they make their own arrangements—elsewhere! No, dear, Clarence is the barman—usually.”

“I get it, Grandma. Clarence is the barman for all the straight clients but if a gay guy shows up . . .?”

“Indeed. Or if a lonely lady comes in. That does happen periodically.”

“Like Daddy was?” Poppy’s smile was overly bright.

“Yes, little smart alec, like your father was.” Azalea’s expression was serene but her voice had an edge.

Abashed, Poppy sipped her tea in silence while Camellia and Azalea discussed adult things like cash flow, depreciation on the hotel and health insurance for the workers. Eventually the pot was empty and Grandmother stood up . “Now darlings, Mr. McBride is due here in about ten minutes so I must get ready. Do enjoy the tour, Poppy, and pay attention.” She kissed her daughter and granddaughter on the cheek and breezed out of the room.

Poppy looked around. The lobby looked like a bar in the most expensive, tasteful restaurant in the city. No velvet flocked wall paper, no aspidistras in pots and none of the attractive ladies who floated in and out seemed to be dressed in the least bit provocatively. In a way, it was a bit disappointing. Still, her grandmother’s last comment required clarification.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32