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We arrive at the hotel, I have you blindfolded, it’s a surprise where I’m taking you. I carry you up the stairs into the suite and sit you on the couch. It’s a nice size suite, a large living room area with a fireplace, huge kitchen that I plan on making you dinner in, enormous bedroom with a fireplace and a cozy bathroom with a nice 4 person hot tub. I know you’re probably peeking, you’re curious by nature! I pour you a glass of wine (I know you don’t drink, but please make an exception), and bring it to you.

I pull off the blindfold and offer you a drink. As you’re drinking, I pull open the floor to ceiling drapes so that we can watch the sunset over a distant hill. The sunset is nearly as beautiful as you ;), but not quite! After the sunset, I make you a nice dinner, I hope you like spaghetti (that’s all I’m really good at LOL). I clear away the dishes as you go to the bedroom to change for dessert.

You call me into the bedroom after a few minutes, my jaw drops as I enter the room. You are sitting on the bed, your hair is down, your arm is extended, your finger motioning me to come nearer to you. The outfit that you are wearing is a matching white lace bra and thong panties. My mouth is still on the floor, I pick it up and follow your beckoning finger to the bed. I go to get onto the bed and you frown and ask me to Sivas Escort take off my clothes. I do so fast that my pants are barely on the floor when my shirts already coming off. We sit on the bed drinking wine, softly kissing, fondling each other’s bodies, when you whisper in my ear those words you love to use so much, “LICK MY CLIT, BITCH.”:D

Well, who am I to argue, I get between your legs and pull those nice lace panties aside to see your wet pussy. My tongue goes to it quickly and begins to lick up and down it until your legs slide farther apart. I spread your lips apart and lick your clit, looking into your eyes as you rub your nipples. I put my hands under your ass lifting your pussy to my waiting mouth, burying my tongue between your lips. I push my tongue inside of your pussy for just a second, but you obviously like me licking your clit better. I continue to suck, lick, and nibble on your clit until your body tenses up, I know you’re scared, you don’t want to do something embarrassing, but I lick harder anyways and send you over the edge, as you cum long and hard. Your pussy has gotten my face all wet, and I slide a finger inside of you as you finish your orgasm.

You grab me by my hair and pull me up next to you on the bed, kissing me deeply, pushing your tongue inside of my mouth. Without a Tekirdağ Escort word you get up and walk into the bathroom and start the hot tub, I see your bra and panties come flying into the bedroom one at a time.

I waste no time getting into the bathroom to find you standing in the hot tub, bending over, so that I can see you fingering your pussy from behind. I get into the tub and go to help your fingers with my tongue, and you lightly slap me back. You turn and ask me to sit on the edge of the tub. I do and you get between my legs, and begin to kiss my medium length, but extra thick cock. You have positioned yourself above a jet, it’s stream of water pushing against your pussy lips. You moan as you engulf my cock into your mouth, I can tell you are going to cum from the water washing over your pussy, and the sensation of my cock in your mouth.

As always my first orgasm comes quickly, but that’s ok because the next one will most likely be a long wait, with me remaining rock hard in between. You pull back and jack me off will my cum flies and lands on your tits. The whole experience is too much for you and you cum again. You take a finger and scoop some cum up and put it into your mouth, licking your finger clean. Then you pull me down into the water with you. We kiss again, you sitting on my lap, Tokat Escort but then you turn around and grab some soap, you take it under the water and begin to soap up my still hard cock. I ask you what you are doing but you just kiss me for my answer.

Your soapy hand jacks off my rock hard cock, then without warning, you turn around and sit on my cock, the head of my cock is pushed to the pucker of your asshole. Slowly, you pushed your ass down on my slippery cock, the soap makes it so very easy for my thick cock to slide inside your extremely tight ass. You tell me to hold still while you get used to the feeling of my cock inside of your ass, I reach around and rub your nipples and your clit to relax your body even more.

We rock up and down with each other, you squeezing me with your ass, until I cum hard deep up inside your ass. I pull out and you use the soap to clean me off before you sit back down facing me, sliding my still hard cock up inside your pussy. I reach down between us and rub your clit as my cock slides in and out of your tight hole. I pull out far enough that the head of my cock is out of you, then pushes back into you.

My lips lock on your nipple and suck hard while we thrash the water of the hot tub sending waves out of the tub, and sending waves of pleasure through your body. For the second time in your life you have an orgasm, one that rocks your body, and causes my own orgasm.

Slowly we pull our bodies apart and we get out of the tub, dry off and retire to the bed, where we watch the fire dance in the fireplace and…..well that’s another story. 🙂

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After Mandy left, I decided to take a shower, get dressed and go shopping.

I didn’t want to drive down town, so I chose one of the large malls nearby. I parked and headed into the mall. As I was wandering around, I noticed a tall blonde. She was doing the same as I. Idly wandering around, looking for a bargain.

We were going in the same direction that gave me a chance to look her over pretty good. She didn’t have a lot going for her except her looks. She was rather pretty with sharp chiseled features. Her fingers were long and slender. Her legs appeared skinny. I couldn’t spot any sign of a decent ass and she had no tits at all.

Why was my cock stirring? It must have been the sensual way she walked. She didn’t walk, she floated.

After a few minutes of wandering around, she noticed I was following her. We had stopped at the same window. I wasn’t really looking at the window display when she caught my eye. Saying that she noticed I was following her, she asked what I wanted. When I replied “nothing”, she gave a little laugh and, motioning to the window, asked if I was thinking about trying them on.

It was then that I saw the display. A ladies lingerie shop. On display was the skimpiest lingerie possible. It reminded me of that store in Hollywood. I told her that I quit looking at the displays after I spotted her and the graceful way she moved. I felt compelled to follow her. I was intrigued with the way she walked.

Her voice had a smooth melodious tone and her eyes twinkled as she looked at me. I invited her for a cup of coffee so we could get better acquainted. Over coffee, we told each other our names and what we did for a living.

Her name was Elizabeth, but she preferred to be called Liz. She was eager to learn more about how I managed to live quite well on investments. In turn, I wanted to hear more about her dancing. Liz was into ballet and had not yet managed to land a starring role.

After most of the small talk was out of the way, I invited her to dinner that night. Liz said that she would accept, but it would have to be a “late night” dinner as she had to dance. I agreed and she told me that she would leave a ticket at the box office for me.

We parted. She to continue her shopping and whatever else she was going to do. I headed home to see if my Tux was clean. I arrived at the box office in time to claim my ticket and take my seat just before the curtain went up. The girl at the box office was amused that Liz had left a ticket for me.

The show wasn’t anything out of the ordinary like Swan Lake or anything, just a run-of-the-mill ballet. The dancers were graceful, as expected and the show was nice.

When the curtain fell, I went backstage to collect Liz for our “Late Night” dinner. I met several members of the cast and chatted with them while Liz was dressing.

Liz came out of her dressing room and we left. I took her to the Chez Paree’, a French restaurant that specialized in quiet dining nooks. The service was superb. The food was brought to the table on a serving cart with sterno burners to keep everything hot. Our waiter didn’t hover, yet, when out plates looked like they needed more food, he magically appeared and served us.

When we had finished dining, I offered to escort Liz home and she accepted. Driving to her place, we chatted and I learned that she was leaving in a few days. Her dance troupe was going on the road. I walked her to the door and she handed me the key. As I unlocked the door, she invited me up for a glass of Brandy. I thought, “why not,” and accepted.

Her apartment was rather drab. She rented it furnished, so you couldn’t expect luxury. Going on the road as much as she did meant that buying her own place was not very practical.

As we chatted and sipped our brandy, I noticed that, ever so often, Liz would glance at my cock. As she did so, she had a nervous habit of licking her lips. I took the opportunity to look her over. I was right. She didn’t have any tits at all. The gown she was wearing fit like a body suit and didn’t leave anything to the imagination.

Liz got up to pour more brandy. As she walked away from me, I looked at her ass. Although she didn’t have a large ass, it was a very graceful one. she had a slight swaying motion from side to side, nothing exaggerated, but it was causing my cock to swell just the same.

As she handed me the Yalova Escort brandy, I felt my eyes drawn to hers. Taking the glass and her hand, I pulled her toward me. Sitting the glass on the end table, I tilted her chin and kissed her. The response was as though I had let a tiger out of it’s cage. She was all over me. This lady was hot.

After a session of very heavy petting, she got up off my lap and led me to the bedroom. We would have broken a record getting undressed, but I had that damned tuxedo on and there were buttons everywhere. Liz helped though and soon had me stripped. I knelt and, taking the hem of her gown, began to slide it up her legs. As I removed her gown, I rubbed the silk material against her legs and pussy as I moved up past her stomach and tits.

Little quivers of ecstasy traveled the length of her body. Her eyes closed and a low moan escaped her throat. Picking her up, I moved to the bed and lay her down. Then I began a journey of kissing her from head to toe. She just lay there, not moving, savoring every moment.

Once in a while, I’d find a spot that made her quiver and I’d concentrate on it. Deciding that I had worked her over long enough, my tongue found the silken hair of her pussy. As I licked her inner thighs, flicking my tongue over and in her pussy, she began to rotate her hips. She kept forcing her hips higher and higher against my hot tongue.

I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and started licking and sucking her clitoris until she begged me to fuck her. I was hard as a rock by then, so I moved into position to put my cock inside her.

As the crown of my cock slipped past the entrance, she lunged upward, taking the entire length with one stroke. Suddenly, we both were slamming our bodies against one another as fast and as hard as we could. In no time at all, Liz climaxed. I had a “false cum” and idly wondered how many I would have this time. We rested for a while with my cock buried deep inside her. Then, as I began a slow stroking motion, Liz asked me to get off. She wanted to show me something.

As I withdrew my cock from her wet pussy, I noticed that the little bugger had grown to his full 12 inches. This was unusual.

Liz got out of bed and, bending over backwards, placed her hands flat on the floor. Her body formed an arch with her pussy high in the air. She then told me that she wanted me to suck her pussy. When I felt her coming, I was to fuck her in this position. This lady was full of surprises.

The position that she was in not only had her pussy thrust high in the air, but it also had her pussy lips opened wide. I placed my mouth over her sex and began licking and sucking her.

It wasn’t long before I noticed that her whole body was shaking. It took a lot of effort to maintain that position. She begged me to fuck her. I placed the crown of my ready cock at the entrance of her pussy. Taking hold of her ass cheeks, I began to ease my rigid cock inside. Her pussy was very tight. The position had a lot to do with it. It took some while for me to get my cock inside, but the more I pushed and pulled, the wetter she got.

Finally, it became easier to stroke my cock in and out of her tight pussy. The friction soon had my balls tightening and I knew that I was ready to cum. I increased the pace and my balls erupted in a fantastic cum.

I kept fucking her until I had emptied every last drop from my balls. I continued fucking her until my cock began to soften. When I withdrew my cock, she collapsed. I went to wash up while she rested. After she cleaned up, we got dressed and returned to the living room.

As we finished the brandy, we talked. I asked her how she learned that position. Her first ballet teacher, when she was 12 used to suck her pussy while she maintained the balance required of the movement.

Later, when she was adept at the position and was about 15, he fucked her in that position and she loved every minute of it. Since then, it was her favorite way to fuck. She also told me that she had a large dildo. When there wasn’t a man available, she would stick that in her cunt. Then she would put on a pair of panties to hold it in place, turn it on and assume the position. My cock was starting to swell listening to her.

I asked her if the men in the ballet were helpful when she was on the road. She told me that most of them were gay. Now Yozgat Escort and then, she managed to find one that would fuck, even if he was gay. She described one guy like that. He invited her to his apartment once. While they were fucking, his boy friend showed up. She laughed as she described the fight they had. The language and the names they called each other was an education.

And, after they had simmered down, she watched them suck each others’ cocks while she played with her pussy. Later, after this guy’s lover drifted off to sleep, she managed to get a fuck after all. As we were finishing our brandy, Liz asked if I would stay the night. Her stories had caused my cock to get pretty stiff and I decided that I would.

We went to the bedroom and climbed into bed. Liz felt my stiff cock against her belly as we cuddled, but told me that she had enough for the time being. With that, we drifted off to sleep.

About dawn, I awoke to find Liz sucking my cock. She had that sucker clamped in her mouth and was working it over good. I was hard as a rock. When she saw that I was no longer asleep, she announced that it was about time I woke up.

She said that I had already had 2 “false cums” and she was ready to fuck. I felt my tight balls and knew that it wouldn’t be long until I came. When I told her this, she straddled my legs. Rubbing my huge cockhead against her hot pussy, she slid down it’s length until it was buried deep inside. Then she moved her legs out to the side in a split.

Using just her hands and arms, she began to raise and lower her hot pussy on my rigid cock. The position caused her pussy to be extremely tight on my cock and the feeling was sensational.

After a couple of minutes, my cock started jerking and cum began rising from my balls. She continued milking my cock until there wasn’t a drop left. I asked where she had learned this position. It seems that she had invented it herself.

We then cleaned up. While I was dressing, Liz made breakfast. After we had finished eating, we turned on the TV and sat on the sofa drinking our coffee.

After a while of commercial TV, Liz asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I asked what she had. She just smiled and went to the TV cabinet and opened a drawer. Taking out a video tape, she put it in the player and started it. When she switched the TV over to tape, I knew why she smiled. It was a XXX-rated movie.

Liz adjusted the sound and sat down next to me on the sofa. As the movie began, she lay down with her head in my lap. Liz said that she had a couple of favorites. This was one of them. After all the screen credits were over, the movie began. It didn’t have any noticeable plot other than fucking.

A woman, presumably Spanish, was sucking on a donkey’s cock. Now a donkey isn’t a very large animal, but his cock was enormous. It had to be 2′ long and about 4″ in diameter. How that woman managed to get that cock hard, I’ll never know.

After she felt that the donkey’s cock was hard enough she moved to a table and, bending over, offered her pussy to the donkey.

The donkey moved toward her and you could see him sniffing the air. As he reached the woman, he shoved his nose between her legs and began to lick her pussy. He kept this up for about 5 minutes. You could see her body responding time and again as she had orgasm after orgasm. I thought she would collapse.

Then the donkey reared up and, placing his front hoofs on her back, proceeded to stick that massive cock in her pussy. The woman reached between her legs and helped the donkey get his cock lined up. As soon as the donkey felt his cockhead slip between her pussy lips, he gave a lunge.

I swear, I don’t know how that woman took it all, but she did. The donkey buried his entire cock deep within her in one lunge. Then, he began the frantic fucking movements that seems common with all animals in heat. Slamming that massive cock in and out of her until he came.

After the donkey got off, the woman collapsed. End of movie.

Watching this, I had gotten horny again. My cock had started swelling. I could see by the little smirk on Liz’ face that she could feel it.

Liz changed the tape, putting on another of her favorites. This one was a little more like an American made fuck film than the first. When the movie began, there were two teenagers studying in one of their bedrooms.

As they studied, it became obvious that the course they were cramming for was sex education. One of them was Betty and the other was Eve. As they got deeper in their studies, they began discussing what each had tried to learn about sex. Betty told Eve about the black basketball player she had sucked off. Eve, in turn, told Betty about taking on 3 chemistry students who had invented an aphrodisiac. It made you horny and left you with no muscle control. It gave you a sort of “out of body” experience. As the two girls related their stories, I watched as each rubbed their nubile little titties and crotches. The stories they told were turning each other on.

Before long, Betty asked Eve if it would be all right for her to kiss her. Betty explained that she wanted to be more adept at “making out.” She needed someone to practice on that would give her advice. Eve said “sure” and the two of them moved to the bed to begin the experiment. Eve told Betty that she would be the boy. When she reached for Betty, Betty was to close her eyes, think sexy thoughts and just let her lips and body respond. Betty asked how she would know if she was doing it right. Eve told her that she could tell by her pussy juice. Nothing told the truth more than a wet pussy.

Now my cock was getting so hard that it was beginning to be painful. All bound up in my shorts with no place to grow. Liz wasn’t helping matters either with the rubbing motion she had been putting on my cock with the back of her head.

As Eve reached for Betty with her lips slightly parted, Betty closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Eve placed a wet juicy kiss on Betty’s full lips. Then she began to move her head from side to side, ever so slightly, working her tongue deep into Betty’s mouth. I could see Betty was beginning to respond. Her breath was getting deeper and her little titties was starting to rise and fall with the movement of her chest. Eve reached for the buttons on Betty’s dress just about the same time that Liz unzipped my pants. As Eve undressed Betty, Liz reached in and managed to extract my huge cock.

Betty was getting hotter and hotter. Eve removed Betty’s dress and slid her bra up above her little titties. Then, taking a nipple in her mouth, she rolled it back and forth with her tongue. Liz had my cock in her mouth and was sucking it like a day-long lollipop. Betty decided it was time for her to experiment on Eve, so she began to undo Eve’s sweater. When the sweater was off, she removed Eve’s bra. Eve had larger tits that Betty. Taking one in her mouth, Betty imitated Eve’s sucking action by rolling Eve’s nipple around in her mouth.

Liz was stroking my cock, fondling my balls and gently nibbling on my cockhead. I had already reached one of my “false cums” and she was working on another one.

Both Betty and Eve decided to stop and take off the rest of their clothing. This done, they slid into a ’69’ position to experiment some more. When they started licking and sucking each other, I knew they were no longer acting. Liz let go of my cock, raised up and took off her shorts and panties. Then, facing the TV so she could watch, she straddled my legs and aimed my turgid cock at her pussy lips. As my cockhead slipped in, she lowered herself until the full length was inside her.

We watched the two girls in the movie as Liz began to move up and down on my cock. After a few minutes of this, she came and I reached another “false cum.” Liz kept up the movement until the movie finished. Then, she got off my cock and changed the tape. This time she put on a movie that started with a black stud and a white chick. No ordinary bullshit, just plain old-fashioned fucking.

Liz returned to the couch, straddled my legs and stuffed my rigid cock in her hot pussy again. As I watched the action, I got a start. That was John in the movie. I’d recognize that cock anywhere. Liz told me that this was her favorite. She had a fantasy about a big black cock. When I told her that I knew the guy in the movie, she came. After she finished milking my cock some more, she asked me to introduce her. I promised I would if she would be a good girl and make me cum.

Two more movies, 4 more “false cums” and a lot of sucking cock and she finally made me cum. The clincher came when she went to the refrigerator and got some ice. While Liz was sucking my cock, she rubbed the ice on my balls until I came.

After getting dressed again, I figured it was time to go home, so we exchanged telephone numbers. Promising to get together when she returned from her tour, we said goodbye and I left.

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On a board evening while I was watching tv I was going through Craigslist. Just looking at different services people were advertising. I came across one that caught my eye. Topless house cleaning. All it had was an email address. Being single after 28 years of marriage I had left the house go a bit. Not bad, but it could use a good cleaning. I sent off an email asking for rates.

An hour later I get a reply back. “I am just starting this business and have not thought about rates. What do you think is fair?”

I was thinking $100 or so but I thought I would start low and negotiate up. I replied, “How about $65.00 for two hours?”

In a few minutes I get a reply back. “Sounds great! When do you want me there?”

I set it up for a week later so I could get the house looking a bit better so all she had to do was some dusting and vacuuming.

She arrived on a Friday evening. She showed up at my house at 7:00 p.m. right on time. I welcome her in. Her name is Emily. She has on blue jeans and a baggy sweater on. Her hair is pulled up in a bun. She has on thick glasses. Not a knock out by any means. From what I could tell she has big boobs. I figured that will be worth the price and then some to see and have a clean house.

I give her a tour of my house telling her to just vacuum and dust is all. We chatted why we toured the house. I found out she is married with 3 kids. Her husband thinks she is cleaning a house but doesn’t know about the topless part.

She heads upstairs with the vacuum cleaner and dust cloths. My kids have moved out and it doesn’t take long for her to do their upstairs rooms.

She comes down and starts too dust in the kitchen. This is when I mention, “I thought this was a topless cleaning service.”

“I know, just a bit nervous. You are my first customer.” Slowly she pulled off her baggy sweater. She stood in front of me with her bra on and her sweater hid her boobs well because she was at least a DDD.

“Do you want me to take my bra off too?” She asked.

“Yes please.” I answered.

As she removed her bra her boobs spilled out and I noticed her large pink areolas starting to pucker from excitement or being chilled.

“Wow, you have amazing breasts.” I told her.

“Thank you. That was easier than I thought. Thank you for making me feel comfortable.” She said.

She continued to clean the kitchen then moved onto the family room. I noticed she kept hiking up her jeans as she didn’t have a belt on. “Instead of hiking up your jeans all the time why don’t you take them off.”

She turned and smiled at me and without hesitation took off her jeans so she was in her semi sheer panties. They were sheer enough that I could tell her blonde hair matched her pussy.

We moved to my bedroom. I sat on the chase lounge chair and watched her cleaning in the bathroom then my bedroom. I loved it when she would bend over and I could see her tits hanging down. She was a bit heavy, but man she had nice curves.

“Okay, I am done. Siirt Escort Anything else you want me to do? We still have time left.” She said.

“Emily, thank you. You did a great job. I do have a request. But I can’t pay you anymore. I only brought home the money I paid you.” I said.

“Go ahead what is it?” She asked

I had found out Emily was 30 so 25 years younger than me. I felt a bit uneasy with the age difference but I decided to ask her anyway.

I swallowed then asked her, “I hope this doesn’t creep you out with our age difference, but can feel your boobs for a bit? I have never seen such big beautiful boobs like that before.”

Emily smiled and answered me, “Age doesn’t bother me. You are a very handsome man. I was attracted to you when you opened the door. I would love a little attention as my husband doesn’t seem to want to touch me anymore.”

She moved over to me and sat down next to me on the chase chair.

My right arm was behind her back leaving my left hand to explore. I gently stroked the sides of her breasts and circled her nipples and watched them grow hard to eraser tip size. I gently rubbed my thumb across her hard nipples. Her breathing started to get heavier.

I started to roll her nipple between my fore finger and thumb and gently tug on them. Now her head was back and her eyes were closed. Her breathing was getting deeper and heavier again. I started to pinch them a bit and she responded well to that.

Without asking for permission my tongue found her left nipple. I sucked her tit into my mouth and held her nipple between my teeth as I flicked it with my tongue.

Her body started to twitch and her pelvis was pumping into the air. I took my left hand from her breast and let it slide down her side and into the front of her panties. Her pussy was soaking wet.

I dipped my middle finger into her wet pussy and pulled it out. Releasing her nipple from my mouth I put my finger in my mouth to taste her lovely sex.

My hand went back to her wet pussy and my mouth continued its assault on her left breast. I teased her clit a bit then slid my finger in to rub her g spot. Her body began to shake. Pretty sure she was having an orgasm. I didn’t stop. My fingers started to go to work on her hard clit. Her pelvis was pumping up and down hard now. My right hand moved down and started to squeeze her ass.

With her panties between my right hand and her ass I started to shove my middle finger into her asshole. She really seemed to enjoy that. I felt the need to kiss her. I started to kiss her neck and worked my way up until she was now kissing me back deep as our tongues met. She took her glasses off and tossed them on the floor. Reaching behind her she undid her bun and her long hair fell over the back of the chair.

We kissed deeply as rubbed her clit hard and fast and my other hand worked it’s way as deep as it could into her ass. Emily broke off the kiss and started to yell, “Oh fuck, oh fuck I am going Sinop Escort to cuuuuuum?”

Emily came hard on my fingers soaking them and her panties. Taking my hand out of her panties I stood up and offered her my hand and said, “Get up. I want to taste you.”

She took my hand and I helped her up. Standing before me I noticed how pretty she was without her big glasses and her hair hanging down. “You are so pretty without your glasses and your hair down. Your husband doesn’t know what he is missing out on. Now lay down on the edge of the bed.”

“You really thin I am pretty? Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me.” She said as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

I kissed her deeply as I slowly lowered to the bed. I worked my kissed down her body. I lingered at her impressive breasts and noticed in the passion I created a few hickeys on her left breast. I continued my trail down her body and finally got to her hot wet pussy where I slid her underwear off and dropped them onto the floor.

As I licked her pussy I reached up with both hands and fondled her boobs. She moaned deeply as my tongue went deep into her hot wet pussy. Occasionally I would flick her clit with my tongue causing her body to jerk.

Her juices dripped from her running down the crack of her ass and onto my bedspread. I loved how she tasted and her moaning encouraged me to continue. Sliding my left hand down I inserted to fingers into her wet pussy. I started to finger fuck her pussy while I sucked her clit into my mouth and teased it with my tongue.

I teased her ass with my thumb. Remembering how she seemed to enjoy it when I penetrated her ass through her underwear I decided to enter her ass with my thumb. She moaned with pleasure as it slid into her. I looked up at her and she was squeezing her right breast and pinching her nipple. I followed suit with her other breast.

It didn’t take long before Emily reached an body shaking orgasm.

Emily looked at me and said, “I want you to fuck me. I can tell you have a big cock. I want to feel you fill me up.”

“Emily, I don’t have any more money in my house to pay you for sex.” I told her.

“You don’t have to pay me. I need to have sex. My husband has nothing to do with me and his 4 inch cock does nothing for me anyway.” She told me.

“Okay, let me get a condom.” I answered.

“You don’t need a condom. I can’t get pregnant and believe me I don’t have any STD’s”

That’s all I needed. I got onto the bed with her and got on top of her and we kissed briefly while she guided my cock into her hungry pussy.

I was horny as hell and I drove my cock deep into her and just held it there briefly as I could feel her cervix touching the head of my cock.

“Oh my god that feels good. Fuck me deep and hard.” She ordered me.

She wanted it deep so I put her legs over my shoulders and pushed deeper into her. I could really feel her cervix now hitting my cock. Looking down at her she was a thing Şırnak Escort of beauty. Her face showed of great pleasure and her big tits were scrunched together and I couldn’t wait to play with them again.

I didn’t give her a slow build up. I started to pump her wet pussy hard and fast. Her fingers squeezed my ass. I gave her two orgasms fucking her this way. Each time her nails dug into my ass leaving dark red marks.

I could tell Emily was getting close to her third orgasm but I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Oooooh fuck.” I yelled as I filled her hot pussy with my seed.

I let her legs fall off my shoulder and I collapsed on top of her as my cock slowly released the rest of my see. When I finally pulled out my cock had already gone limp.

“You’re not done yet are you?” Emily asked.

“I am until I can get hard again.” I answered.

“Good, I can take care of that. I love anal sex. I want to try that big cock up my ass.”

Emily slid down to my cock and started to lick and suck my limp cock and seemed to enjoy the taste of the combination of my seed and her love juices. I was slow to respond and then she started to lick and gently suck on my balls. This started to get my attention. It felt great.

She spread my legs further apart and then to my surprise I felt her tongue rimming my ass. At first I squeezed my butt cheeks together. Then I started to enjoy what she was doing to me. To my surprise again I felt her tongue penetrate my ass. It felt deep and it was wiggling around inside me. By now I was fully hard and felt like I might need to cum already. She must have sensed it because she stopped and said, “I think you are ready now.”

She got up and bent over the bed. I got up and went behind her. She reached back with her hands and was pulling her butt cheeks apart giving me an easy target for my cock.

With no lube or anything, I easily entered her ass. It was tight and warm. I took ahold of her wrist and pulled her deep onto my cock and we started to fuck like crazy. I have no idea how long we had been doing it like that but a felt sweat drip from my nose and saw it land on her ass.

She wiggled a hand free from my grip started to rub her pussy with the free hand.

“Oh love, yes, fuck my ass love. You feel so good. Cum with me baby. Cum with me.”

I love how she talked and we timed it perfect. She had a body shaking orgasm just as I emptied my seed into her ass.

When I pulled out my seed slowly dripped from her ass onto the floor. She stood up and saw it and said, “Don’t worry, your cleaning lady will clean it up. You lay down and rest.”

She went into the bathroom and came back with a warm wet washcloth. “First I need to clean you up.”

She wiped my cock clean and give my cock a little kiss. Then she cleaned up the floor with the washcloth.

“I better get dressed and leave. I told my husband I would be home by now. Can we do this again?”

“I would love to do it again. Emily you are a beautiful lady. Don’t let anyone tell you different. “

Emily left and we stayed in contact via KIK. We would trade pictures now and then but never could get our schedules to work out. Last time I sent her a message I got a notice that the account is no longer active.

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How I Got a Maid Ch. 02

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There was a light snow falling as I hopped up the steps leading out of the subway, two at a time. I stood at the corner, waiting for the light to change, and I realized I was humming. In the month since Carmen Quintana picked me up in her gypsy cab after I finished night court, my life had substantially improved.

Carmen got into a bad fight over the phone with her ex while driving me home. I invited her up to my apartment to calm down, and we ended up spending the whole night, and most of the next day fucking each other’s brains out. Carmen needed some extra cash, after her roommate moved out, and suggested she could act as my maid, cleaning up my dissolute bachelor pad, then staying over, a few nights a week. I accepted her offer, mainly because she threatened not to come back otherwise.

I was surprised to find that, in addition to being a sexual dynamo, Carmen was an adept organizer. In a month, she had taken my apartment form the prototypical bachelor’s cave to a place that could have passed any white glove inspection. The funniest part was the affect Carmen had on me. Now, instead of tossing clothes and mail wherever I felt like when I came home, I felt happy living up to the standards Carmen set when she cleaned the place. In just a month, only three nights a week, Carmen had domesticated me.

I laughed at the thought as I climbed the front steps of my brownstone. Tonight, I planned to order in some Chinese food and watch the “erotic thriller” I ordered online. Carmen surprised me by sharing my enjoyment of porn. We replicated some of the scenarios and positions we would watch, and it seemed like she was challenging herself to be better than the fantasies on the screen.

More than being uninhibited, Carmen was creative. I didn’t need to push her into trying anything. Sometimes, she carried me to places I had never been before. No one had ever spanked me during sex. The first time Carmen whacked me with the plastic spatula she grabbed from the kitchen, I recoiled, but felt a hard throbbing in my prick. Spanking soon became a regular part of foreplay.

I wondered what surprises Carmen had in store as I unlocked the door.

“Hi, Carmen!” I yelled as stepped inside. She wasn’t in the kitchen or living room, and I heard no response. “She must be on the toilet,” I thought as I hung my coat on the hook behind the door. Walking into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and leaned in to grab a beer.

Suddenly, a pixieish, high-pitched voice squeaked, “Hi, Manuel!”

I shot straight up and banged the back of my head into the bottom of the freezer door. Staggering back a step, I grabbed the back of my head and looked up. Standing in the arch in front of the hallway was a diminutive, thin woman with raven black hair, cut in a bob that framed an oval face. She wore a pink and white half-shirt, that was tight around her small breasts and showed off a blue gem in her belly button. Her jeans were slung so low I thought I saw her pubic bone peeking out of the top. She had a whisk broom in one hand, and a dustpan in the other.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked, grimacing as I rubbed the back of my head.

“I’m Vanessa,” she said with total aplomb as she walked up to me. “I’m Carmen’s sister.” She opened the fridge, reached in and grabbed a beer.

“Why are you here?

“Carmen is going to be busy this week with her thesis and grading papers.” she said, popping the top off the bottle and holding it out for me. “She was afraid that if she left you alone for a full week, this place might look like a bomb hit it by the time she got back. I grabbed the open bottle, and she walked into the living room, sitting on the couch. “I volunteered to take the job for a week, she said it would be all right for you to pay me.”

“How old are you?” I asked as I walked in after her and sat at the other end of the couch.

“Nineteen,” she giggled, “and before you ask, I’m a sophomore at NYU.”

“And Carmen told you she was working here, uh, cleaning up?”

“Sure, we tell each other everything,” she said matter-of-factly. “I figured a hundred-fifty bucks for a couple days of light cleaning was a good deal.”

“Best laid plans of mice and men,” I thought to myself as I sucked down some Dos Equis. “What are you studying?”

“Urban planning,” she said as she stretched her legs on the couch. Her feet were bare, and I noticed her toenails, like her fingers, were an electric pink. “I want to go work in government when I get out of school.”

“Good for you.” I said

She stretched her arms above her head, and her breasts pressed against the fabric of her belly shirt. Her nipples poked against the cotton I felt the blood start rushing into my cock, and I shifted in my seat. I didn’t need Vanessa to checking out my boner.

“I’m going to take a quick shower.” I said as I stood and walked toward the hallway. “I planned to order some Chinese food afterward. The menu’s are on top of the bookshelf next to the t.v. You’re welcome to stay and eat, if you like.”

“Thanks, I’ll think about it.” Urfa Escort She bent over to gather up the dust broom and pan, and I noticed her ass. The crack poked out above the top of her low riders, and I saw she was wearing a thong. Coughing, I turned and walked up the hallway to my bedroom.

Where Carmen’s ass was full, round and thick, Vanessa had a slim and athletic bottom, with almost no trace of hips. Even as I approached my bedroom, I had visions of Vanessa bending over in front of me, her crack poking out, revealing her thong,

“Not a good idea to think about that too much.” I whispered as I entered the bedroom. Carmen never asked me what I did on the nights she wasn’t around, but I couldn’t imagine her being thrilled with the idea of me jumping her younger sister’s bones.

I closed the bedroom door behind me and hung my suit jacket on the empty hanger hung up on the closet door. Carmen made me install a hook on the door so I could leave my suit hanger there to wait until I got home. Laughing, I undressed and hung the suit. As I slipped my bathrobe on, I suddenly felt a little empty. I had become accustomed to Carmen’s presence over the last four weeks, and I found myself unhappy at the thought of spending the week without her.

“I wonder if she’d be up for a little phone sex later?” I wondered as I stepped out of the bedroom and walked across the hall to the bathroom.

“I’ll be out of the shower in ten minutes, Vanessa.” I yelled before stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door. Drawing the blue and gold shower curtain, I turned on the hot water and waited until steam filled the room before turning on the cold water, adjusting the balance until the water was just short of scalding, the way I like it.

Removing my robe, I drew the curtain back and stepped inside the shower., rubbing my feet on the flower-shaped non-skid pads Carmen put on the floor of the tub, after she had sand-blasted it with Comet.

“I’m amazed you haven’t broken your neck,” Carmen laughed when she showed off the tub.

Smiling as I thought of her, I started rubbing soap all around my body. The hot spray soothed my body as it bounced off my skin. I reached down and pulled back the foreskin, rubbing the soap around my cock. Handling my cock with the soap, combined with the hot water and my thoughts, got the blood rushing back to my nether regions, and soon enough, my cock stood, proud and firm, in front of me.

Suddenly, a vision of Vanessa’s tight ass flashed in front of me, and my cock jumped. Before I could stop, my mind skipped to the image of her leaning back on the couch, her perky tits straining against the white cotton half-shirt, her nipples protruding. Grabbing my cock, I closed my eyes and started stroking.

In my mind, Vanessa peeled off the shirt, releasing her braless tits. My legs quivered as I imagined her squeezing her large nipples, moaning softly as she tugged on the stiff buds. I jerked faster as undid her jeans and slid them off, revealing a pink thong. I moaned, seeing her pull the thong to one side, revealing a hairless pussy with a pair of pussy lips poking out. My cock throbbed rapidly in my hand when another loud moan filled the room. My eyes shot open as I realized the voice wasn’t mine. Through the steam and the plastic curtain, I saw a figure sitting on the toilet, moving furtively.

“Vanessa?”

She stood, moving forward and peeling back the curtain. She was naked. Her breasts, no bigger than a B-cup, but firm and perky, had areola as dark and big as her sister’s, and her nipples were huge. Her pussy was as bald as I imagined, with a puffy pair of lips peeking out.

“You look so fucking hot.” she said with a lusty grin.

“Why are you watching me? Why are you naked?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Yes, but,” I sputtered as I backed away from her. “Your sister . . .”

“My sister,” she said as she stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain behind her, “said I should take care of you just like she would. She also said you had the biggest dick she had ever fucked. I’m glad to see she wasn’t lying.”

Stunned, I stood with by back against the cold tiled wall of the bathtub. I thought of jumping out of the shower, but the toiler was right next to the tub, and I feared serious injury. Vanessa walked under the shower spray, and stepped up to me. Her head barely reached my chest. Placing her palms against my chest, she rubbed her hands against my hot, wet skin. Pressing her lips around my chest, she grabbed one of my nipples with her teeth and bit it hard.

“Damn!” I yelled, but I felt my prick jump as her straight, white teeth dug into my nipple. Her hand slithered down and wrapped itself around the shaft, gently stroking it while she kissed and nibbled my upper body.

I leaned back and felt the cold, wet tile wall as Vanessa slid slowly down my body. He lips and teeth worked an erotic magic on me, making my nerve ending ultra sensitive. Her petite, slender body rubbed against my prick, making it throb harder with each passing second.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Uşak Escort I moaned involuntarily.

“You like that, Manny?” she whispered as she kissed my belly button. “Maybe you will like this too.” Lifting my cock with her hand, she slid the throbbing shaft into her mouth. I groaned joyfully as the nymph in my shower worshipped my cock with her mouth. Her tongue rubbed along the underside of the shaft while she sucked hard. The shower spray bounced off her shoulders and the top of her head, bouncing up and hitting me in the chest and face. Reaching down and running my fingers through her slick black hair, my breath came in short, rapid pants, as I watched her head quickly bobbing up and down on my prick.

As I ground my ass against the shower wall, I started to compare Vanessa’s cock sucking with her sister’s. Carmen worked slower, sucking deeper, swallowing more of the shaft. Vanessa preferred to bob rapidly on the shaft, sucking in less of my cock but stimulating the head faster and more often with her lips and tongue. Groaning, I couldn’t decide which method I preferred. My cock certainly enjoyed both their efforts.

Pushing my hips off the wall, I stood over Vanessa and gripped the sides of her head. I thrust my hips, forcing my cock deeper into her mouth. Far from resisting, Vanessa picked up on the action, matching my rhythm, trying to swallow as much of the shaft as she could. I pushed her head down, listening to her gurgle and cough with a little more than half my prick n her mouth. After 30 seconds of near orgasmic bliss, Vanessa pushed back, sputtering and coughing as my cock flopped out of her mouth. She sat against the wall of the tub, panting until she regained her breath.

“God, what a great fucking cock!” she finally said.

I reached over and shut the shower off. As the spray ended, I leaned over and offered Vanessa my hand. Grabbing it, she nearly knocked me over when she jumped up and pressed her lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist as my tongue slid into her mouth. We stood in the shower, dripping wet and completely absorbed in each other.

Breaking the kiss, Vanessa threw her head back and yelled, “Take me to bed and fuck me!”

Laughing riotously, I held her tight and pulled the curtain back. She wrapped her legs around my waist and clung to me as I stepped out of the tub. On the bathmat, I covered her mouth with my own again She ground her body against mine as I sucked on her tongue, her body so petite, my cock didn’t even brush against her ass as she clung to me. I kissed my way down her neck and dug my teeth into her shoulder.

“Ooooooooooo, yes, keep biting me!” she squealed as my teeth dug into her skin. Bouncing against me as I sucked on her flesh, her fingers twirled up in my hair as she screamed, “Fuck, baby, take me to bed and fuck me! My pussy is so fucking wet!”

We kissed again as I moved forward, holding her tight as I reached out and opened the bathroom door. I thanked Carmen silently for getting all my junk off the floor as I walked Vanessa across the hall, kicking open the bedroom door. Moving over to the foot of the bed, I dropped Vanessa on to the gold and sage green duvet cover I had bought a couple of weeks ago. She crawled back as I climbed on the bed, spreading her legs and leaning against the pillows as I planted urgent kisses all around her face.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so hot, Manny!” she moaned, squirming beneath me. I kissed my way down from her face, nipping her chin, kissing and licking from her collar bone down to her perky tits. She buried her fingers in my hair as my tongue flicked against her nipples. As I tugged on her left nipple, squeezing it hard with my teeth, Vanessa’s back arched, pressing her body hard into mine while she squealed. My hand slithered down her body while I worshipped her tits, slipping between her legs and rubbing against her puffy labia.

“Oh God, yes,” she sighed in an airy voice. “Play with my pussy baby, I’m so wet for you!” My fingers slid up and down her juicy slit, spreading her labia and coating my fingers with her girl juice. Vanessa rolled back and forth, grinding her ass against the mattress, groaning and sighing as I explored her body. She stiffened as my middle finger pierced the veil, sliding inside her love hole, down to the second knuckle.

“Ohhh my God,” she cried out, her pussy contracting around my finger. I kissed up to her neck and nibbled as my finger slid back and forth inside her tight wetness. I felt her tight walls pressing against my finger as I pushed all the way into her vagina.

“Another one! Put in another one!” she yelled, bouncing on the mattress. I grinned widely as my index finger worked its way into her tight snatch. Vanessa’ legs kicked against the duvet as a second finger sank deep inside her pussy.

“Oh, yessssssssss! You feel how that tight that is, baby? Feel how hard I’m squeezing your fingers? Mmmmmmm, think how your cock is gonna feel inside me, baby.”

I groaned as I tugged on Vanessa’s earlobe as I buried my fingers Van Escort in her snatch. Reaching up with my thumb, I found her clit, pressing my thumb against her button, feeling it throb.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck!” she screamed as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her pussy spasmed, squeezing my fingers hard as her body rolled and bucked on the bed. I leaned over and sucked her pert tits, pumping my fingers inside her juicy snatch. Vanessa reached back and grabbed the headboard, arching her back and convulsing as I bit her nipple.

“Oh yesssssssssss,” she cried, her legs kicking cover further off the mattress. “Fuck Manny! You’re gonna make me cum!”

Reaching down with my free hand, I pinched her throbbing clit between my fingers and squeezed it hard. She wailed like a banshee as her body flailed wildly, bouncing on the bed, nearly falling off.

“Yessssssssssss!Cumminggggggggggggggg!” she screamed while her pussy gushed, coating my fingers with her juices. She reached back and held my head against her breast, which I continued to suck as her body flew out of control. Her hips continued bouncing up and down, riding my fingers over the peak of ecstasy.

Finally, she sank down on the mattress, her body still shaking. Slowly, I withdrew my fingers form her pussy and lifted them to her mouth, rubbing them against her lips. Opening her mouthed, she swallowed my fingers and greedily sucked her pussy juice off my digits. I smiled as her tongue swirled around my fingers, watching her mouth slide back and forth over my fingers, murmuring and moaning as she tasted herself. Her face was covered by a sheen of sweat, and her eyes slowly opened again. Reaching up and wrapping her hand around my neck, she pulled my head down, plastering her lips to mine, and thrusting her tongue in my mouth. I tasted the tangy remnants of her love sauce as I pressed my body against hers.

“Get on your back,” she whispered as she broke the kiss.

I rolled to my back and she climbed on top of me, pushing her ass into my face as she grabbed m shaft, pulling back the foreskin and licking around the head. I spread her ass cheeks and stuck my tongue as deep in between as I could, licking and sucking in her crevice. Her groans were muffled by my cock stuffed in her mouth. Her lips were sealed around the shaft as her head sank down, swallowing as much of my prick as she could stand. I groaned loud as she began rolling my balls in the palm of her hand.

“Fuck baby!” I yelled as I pulled my mouth out of her ass crack. “Your mouth feels so fucking good there,” I moaned before sticking my tongue back in and rimming her puckered asshole.

She sucked hard on my dick before pulling her head off and grunting, “Not half as good as it’s gonna feel in my cunt. Now stick your tongue down there and eat me, baby.”

Eagerly, I buried my face between her cheeks and dragged my tongue over her slit. Her cunt juice was saltier than Carmen’s, but intoxicating to my taste buds. I squeezed her cheeks tight in my hands as I rubbed my tongue all over her snatch. Vanessa continued sucking on my throbbing prick while she ground her ass into my face and wriggled her pussy on my tongue.

The pungent aroma of her sex filled my nostrils. I spread her pussy lips with my hand, poking my tongue into her hot hole. She squealed, even as her mouth was filled with my prick, and a hot flow of salty juice coated my tongue and dripped down my chin. Swirling my tongue around the entrance of her pussy, I squeezed her tight ass with my free hand. She pumped her hips, pressing her pussy harder into my mouth. Lifting my hand in the air, I brought it down hard, slapping her ass so the sound rung in the air.

Her body froze completely still. I wondered if I had misstepped, as she lifted her mouth off my cock.

“Harder!” she screamed.

I raised my hand and slapped her ass again. Her body seized. “Harder!”

The air rang with the sound of my hand slapping her tight rump, again and again. She ground her pussy into my face.

“Yes, damn it! Spank my ass!.” She humped my face now, lifting her pussy and grinding it into my hungry mouth. “Spank it til it’s pink and raw! Fuck, I feel so good!”

Her pussy was almost gushing now, her juices coating my tongue and chin. I whacked her ass as fast and hard as I could, considering she was bouncing on my face like it was the Calgary Stampede and I was the last stallion in the corral.

After what felt like a blissful eternity, Vanessa sat straight up on my face, grinding her snatch into my nose and mouth.

“I can’t take it anymore!” she snarled. “I have to stick this big fat cock in my pussy right now!”

Scrambling off my face, she slid down to the other end of the bed. Grabbing my prick, she straddled me.

I watched as she leaned over me, legs splayed, her pouting pussy lips perched just over the head of my cock. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock. My fingers gripped the sheets as I watched the bulbous head pressing against her puffy labia. She paused, rubbing her naughty bits against the sensitive head, making me groan with anticipation. Giggling, she breathed deep and pushed down. Her pussy lips spread, and she threw her head back, groaning as the cock head pierced her tight fuckhole and popped inside her love tunnel.

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Hot Ride Home

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Obviously someone anticipated the date — July 7, 2007, which in digital translation came out to 07/07/07. I don’t know if there was supposed to be anything magical or occult about the numbers, but it made a good excuse for a party.

Word spread by grapevine, as it often does. There were no direct invitations, nothing in print, just oh yeah, there’s a party out at so-and-so’s on Saturday, and there’s going to be etc. etc. Annie told me about it — she usually had a better ear for social crap than I did, as I was working in construction. So that Saturday morning, we caught a ride with Charlie and Sally to a farm way out north, out in the bushes.

Turned out that one of the local bands, comprising fellows we knew, or at least knew of, would entertain more or less. There’d be kegs of beer, a free bar, and a barbecue, with Bill G. and his gang minding the smoke pits. It sounded like a good day.

Annie was my squeeze at the time. She worked as bartender in one of the cool restaurants downtown and was tuned to the local rock scene — as i say, she had a better hand on the local pulse than I did. She was from Queens, typical Italian, all loudmouth and up-front. And up-front is where she really made the first impression, with a pair of large, perfect tits that she squeezed daily into a black leotard — the restaurant uniform; all the girls there had to wear them. Along with a sheer black skirt and black tights.

She was tall and had long legs and wore her hair long with a native curly frizz. I got a boner the first time I saw her, and the boner lasted until the day she and I split up a year later. For another year or two afterward, in fact.

Oh god, she was red-hot. All I ever had to do was to hint at wanting it and she was ready, willing and eager. Too eager sometimes. She and I had more than one smash-up concerning “other people” — she with the usual would-be rock stars and me with occasional strays, of the baby dolls who’d fuck a guy, then fuck a couple of his buddies for fair measure.

I still have steamy memories of Annie. That time on the bus back from a club in Manhattan, full bus in the 3 a.m. dark, and on the back seat we couldn’t keep our drunken hands off each other, finishing just in time to zip up and get off at the stop in Jersey. Or the two of us naked with a few other naked people on a hot afternoon. We were in a community pool, and I fucked her up against the tiled side of the pool as her naked friend Nancy cheered and coached us from poolside. Or out in the river by a highway bridge, me, Annie and Nancy naked and howling at cars Kilis Escort on the bridge from midstream. We ended up on the muddy river bank and I fucked them both, believe it or not, in a mud-slimed mini-orgy. Annie stayed pissed off at Nancy for a month afterward, and for no reason; it was partly her fault, right?

Anyway . . .

We drove, we rode, we stayed sober until we got to the farm. Charlie and Annie had been long-time companions before I met her, and Sally, a thin, drawn-looking blond, was his current flame. We unloaded early afternoon and started drinking. The day was a lot of fun. Various people, with various degrees of ability, sat in with the band, which was good-natured about the misuse of their time and equipment. Annie tried singing, and I tried out on drums. A lot of people we knew were there.

The food was terrific and the day was abnormal hot, probably 95 or 100 degrees, with direct sun from a clear sky. By 6 o’clock or so — we really had no idea of the time and didn’t care, the food, drink and heat had done us in, and when Bartoni and another guy decided to load up the truck and head back to town, we decided to ride along. We couldn’t find Charlie and Sally anyway.

Annie and I already were starting to melt together, and we climbed in the back of the Silverado. In the back of the truck was one lawn chair. Debbie, a friend of Annie’s from the restaurant, also decided to take a ride, and Debbie was about out as well. We helped her up in the back of the truck, and she sat in the deck chair, back to the cab. Annie and I lay and snuggled on the bed floor, and off we went toward the Turnpike.

Now, Debbie — this girl was on my list of pieces of fine imported china. She was a small girl, well shaped, with small breasts made prominent by her petite frame. She had long, soft-blonde hair, she came from money — Virginia money — her movements were cultured and her personality properly reserved. She had a serious boyfriend, or maybe a fiance, somewhere, although she turned up occasionally on the “item” registry. To me, having Debbie would be like having the winner’s cup from a regatta, or a derby meet, but I’d never really pushed it. She was from a different kind of club.

So we got to the Turnpike and headed south. Debbie sat serene and regal in the nylon-web chair, all but nodding from the alcohol, and Annie and I were getting decidedly, drunkenly affectionate, groping and rubbing and kissing. She had on a black t-shirt and black jeans. I’d taken my shirt off and wore just jeans. The rush of air and the hum of Kırıkkale Escort the rear wheels were relaxing.

Well, Annie began rubbing my dick through my jeans, and drunk or not, that brought results. I tried lifting her shirt to get at those glorious tits, but Annie kept twisting away from that move, allowing me only to massage them through the cotton — but she too was getting seriously aroused. Debbie seemed to be paying no attention to anything as we went by traffic — truckers, tourists and commuters.

I felt Annie clawing at my zipper, which she finally got open, and after much tugging and fumbling managed to unroll my cock from my pants. I didn’t raise a hand to stop her, and just kept on with the kissing and squeezing and cheap drunken romance. Without a word, she clumsily twisted out of my grip, slid downward, and put her mouth on my dick. Uh, OK.

Of course, after the initial surprise, that felt pretty damn good, and in a minute I yielded to the pleasure and rolled, reptile-like, onto my back so she could really go to work. The sight drew the first truck horn of recognition as we went by a semi on the right.

Meanwhile, my head now was between the aluminum frame of the lawn chair, looking direcly up at Debbie’s ass. From my angle, she had on only loose cut-off jean shorts. From there down, her fair legs and her feet were bare and a little sunburned. It all looked delightful.

Annie continued to suck my dick on and off, occasionally stopping as if falling asleep, then again waking to the job. It was all fine with me. I was hard as a rock, and she held my cock on point with her hand as she bobbed her head up and down. If you can follow my drunken sense here, it felt great but I didn’t feel a thing.

So I slowly raised my arm, running my hand through the web of the lawn chair, right between the high end of Debbie’s thighs. She didn’t seem to mind, or even to notice, so I somehow twisted my fingers up into her shorts, to where I could get my fingertips on her nice, warm pussy. Desire admits no obstacle, and with some dexterity, I soon had a finger, then two, up into her warm wet cunt. Mmmmm.

Annie sucking me and me fingering Debbie, all of us deeply, delightfully drunk on a hot July evening in the back of a fast-moving truck on the Turnpike. Truck horns blared, and sometimes the trucks would speed up to get in pace with us for the show; once one of the truckers leaned out the window to shout encouragement.

You know, I still do not know whether Debbie knew anything had happened. She certainly never Kırklareli Escort mentioned it to me. She never objected the whole time I was caressing her sex parts, and she gave no indications of pleasure that I could detect. When we finally got back to our block in town, and zipped up and thanked Bartoni for the ride, Debbie still sat serene on the chair, smiling and barely conscious, as they drove away to take her home..

Annie wasn’t done, although she was on the verge of pass-out collapse, right there on the street. We were living in a near-suburb, in an old three-story brick apartment building with six flats and a center stairway. I knew Annie wouldn’t make it up the stairs to the second floor, so I picked her up and flung her over my shoulder, and there on the curb, in late-day full sun and with neighbors out on balconies and Saturday sidewalks, she began to howl:

“Frank, you got to fuck me, you got to FUCK me.”

I looked side-to-side and told her to shut up, and she lowered the volume a bit but continued with the theme, all the way into the building. Up the steps to the first landing, I managed to find the keys and get them in the locks and get the door open. From there, I carried her murmuring corpse to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed, then went to the kitchen for a cold beer. I returned, turned on the box fans (the old building had no a/c), and commenced pulling off her clothes as she continued to mutter and beg.

I got my own clothes off and lay down next to her, my cock rising and soon fully hard. I didn’t bother much with preliminaries — after the extended (and unfinished) blow job on the Turnpike, and the feel of Debbie’s out-of-this-world pussy, I just wanted to unload my nuts and pass out. I pushed Annie’s legs apart, mounted up, and buried my member a foot deep.

There was no art or affection in this one, this one was strictly for me. Annie grunted and growled like a dog with each long hard stroke, then became quieter — I swear she passed out in the middle of it. Meanwhile, it seemed to take me forever to bust it. I went at her cunt hard for 15 or 20 minutes, then finally, finally, felt it building, and my nuts tightening, and POW, there it was. I flooded her insides with cum. I don’t even remember rolling off.

When I woke, it was dark and just a fraction cooler. I found my bearings and reached to click on the lamp. The clock said 9:35. Annie was still out cold.

I sat on the edge of the bed, gathering my wits. I tried to decide if I wanted to eat, whether to try to wake Annie, what I wanted to do that night. I finished the warm beer by the bed, then walked naked to the kitchen to get a cold one. I sat down in the living room, got fully awake with the cold beer and some music, and tried to think.

The best idea, it struck me, was to wake Annie and get to work on round two.

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His Sweet Girl Ch. 06

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As I walked downstairs stark naked, my whole nubile body ached from its repeated exploitation the night before. Semen was splattered over my face, tangled in my hair and dried in rivulets down the sides of my mouth and onto my chin. There were also copious amounts of white cum splashed over my tiny tits and crusted over my small pointed nipples, with their silver piercings more prominent than ever. As well as huge spurts of semen dried over my smooth pink labia and peachy bum cheeks, I could feel warm, gooey remains of Mr Charles’ pleasure oozing out of my stretched vagina and dribbling down the inside of my thighs. Some streams had reached my knees, such was the volume of potent semen Mr Charles had propelled into my orifices the night before. I knew even more semen would be leaking out of me if it wasn’t for the smooth silver plug inserted neatly into my anal sphincter, which stretched my hole open for various erect penises but also acted as a stopper, currently sealing a large amount of viscous semen in my rectum.

I entered the kitchen and bent over to open the dishwasher and pull out a water glass. As I bent over though, I heard a sudden gasp and the thud of a bag of groceries hitting the tiled floor. I turned round to see Mrs Charles as the door to the kitchen, her face pale and shocked and outstretched arms empty. There was nothing I could do to hide my slutty naked self, crusted Kırşehir Escort with her husband’s cum all over, and I realised that as I had bent over, Mrs Charles would have seen my large anal plug poking out from between my soft ass cheeks too.

Mr Charles’ driver was as professional and dispassionate as ever as he drove me to the doctor’s office. I had pulled on Mr Charles’ oversized shirt from the night before but apart from that my twenty-year old body was completely exposed. I clutched an ice pack to my forehead where the cell phone hurled by Mrs Charles had struck me. The immediate shock was subsiding already, but I was secretly extremely pleased by the concern Mr Charles had shown for my welfare when he tended me. Sending me to his doctor had the added advantage of getting me out of his marital home while his wife continued to scream obscenities and trash the furnishings in her jealous rage.

I was ushered straight into the doctor’s office this time, and came face to face with the same physician as before: the middle-aged man who had become painfully erect during my sexual health and contraception appointment. He eased the icepack away from my face and assessed the lump forming on my brow.

“There won’t be any lasting damage from this. Judging from your attire, you seem to have been caught in quite a compromising position. Maybe it could have been Kocaeli Escort worse.” My cheeks burned and I knew he was right. My swollen and abused young form, coated in semen with a large anal plug protruding from my buttocks, must have been a huge shock for the prudish, middle-aged Mrs Charles. “While you’re here, we should do a health exam and check up. I know Mr Charles wants me to ensure you are exclusively intimate with him, so I’ll do some tests for sexually-transmitted diseases for evidence.” My head was aching now, and I let the doctor lead me to his examination table and slide the baggy button down over my pale shoulders.

“When did you last have intercourse?” he asked as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves.

“Last night. No, this morning. A couple hours ago, I guess.”

“Once? How many times?”

I paused. How many times had Mr Charles’ huge member forced its way into my tight body? I felt exhausted and finally sated so it must have been several. The doctor noticed my hesitation.

“I need an accurate answer. Start with instances of full vaginal intercourse, where semen was deposited in your vaginal canal.”

“Four, I think.” I mumbled. There had been so much semen, everywhere. Surely some must have been propelled towards my cervix.

“And as for anal intercourse?”

“Three times.” At least three times, I thought. With the Konya Escort silver butt plug reinserted immediately afterwards each time to maintain my anal girth and store up copious ejaculate in my rectum as future lubricant.

“Okay. Now lie back.” As the doctor probed my vagina with his gloved fingers, huge globs of creamy cum drooled from my labia and flowed out of my pink hole. It bubbled on my thighs and the doctor used several tissues to wipe it away so that he could continue his exam. I was resigned to his investigation now and let him spread my pussy wider to take his swabs and photograph my abused young genitals, covered in frothy spunk.

I heard the doctor let out a surprised chuckle when he realised shiny butt plug was shoved into my anus. He tweaked it slightly and my whole body jolted with remembered pleasure; I let out a choke of lustful surprise.

“I will do my best to take samples from around this device. I know Mr Charles prefers to manage their insertion and removal in some detail.” The doctor moved his cotton bud around the edge of my straining white sphincter then closed the sample in a sealed tube for testing.

“If you have engaged in oral sex, I will also need to swab your mouth. I remember from our first appointment that you enjoy receiving the male member in your mouth and throat?” I nodded hesitantly. “And you have actually allowed men to complete inside your mouth?” I nodded again. “Open up, then.” I stretched my mouth open and the doctor ran a final swab around the inside of my cheeks. He stored the swab and I was free to go. A black mood of disappointment and rejection settled on me as Mr Charles’ driver took me home.

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Hot Wives Investment Club Ch. 01

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The chronological order of my stories is as follows:

Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa’s Christmas Story, The Case of the Black Badge series, A Case of Revenge series, Trilogy Series, Dark Side Of The Force series, Caught In The Act series, Case of the Murdered Bride series, The Credit Card Caper series.

The Hot Wives Investment Club, Ch. 1.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

Part 1 – Prologue

“Hap-ppy Birth-day… tooooo… yooooo…

As the singing died down, I leaned over and blew out the 31 candles on my cake. It was October 26th, and it was my birthday. The cake was a large, rectangular red velvet cake with that delicious white cream-cheese frosting, one of my very favorites. On top, written in red, were the words “Happy Birthday Iron Crowbar!” and a long red crowbar in red frosting beneath the words.

We were in the back room of The Steakhouse. The party was being hosted by John “Jack” Colby, and was not that large. I’d been given a birthday cake at Headquarters, and all the Detectives and many Patrol Officers streamed through, consuming the six(!) large birthday cakes that had been brought in.

So tonight it was just me, Laura, our babies Carole and Jim, my mom Phyllis, Cindy Ross and Jenna Stiles, Tanya Perlman and Baby Pete and Barry Oliver (they’re sure spending a lot of time together, I thought to myself), Martin Nash and Sandra Speer, Jack Muscone, Paulina Patterson and her husband, Melina and Daniel Allgood, Chief Griswold and his wife, and Molly Evans, who was now looking very heavily pregnant, as she indeed was.

Teresa Croyle had been invited but had sent regrets, saying she had a previously scheduled mission that she couldn’t get out of. Todd and Jeanine Burke had also sent regrets. I wondered if they weren’t coming because Melina and Daniel were here.

Daniel was somewhat breaking the protocol of not associating with Police while running for Sheriff. I had told them to get their asses to the party: if anyone objected, just tell them Melina came to her sister’s husband’s birthday party and that was that, so be it. Melina looked very happy, and I was happy to see that.

Molly had been put on ‘restricted duty’ with the Midtown Police Force, so she was going to stay up here, and at The Cabin, and deliver my baby at University Hospital. Jack Muscone had broken up with his girlfriend, and so I suggested he spend time talking to my mom. I might have mentioned to him that my mom was a Cougar, and a lot of college guys seemed to hang around her. He got the hint, and was sitting next to her and talking to her all through the party.

Some humor came when Chief Griswold was holding Carole. She became inquisitive of that strange feature upon his face, his large handlebar mustaches. The Chief was very patient with her, and as she felt them she emitted a piercing laughter. The Chief could be a very good grandfatherly type when he wanted to be, I noted. Meanwhile, Carole was thoroughly entertained in discovering and exploring strange new things…

–

“Here, take this.” my wife said, handing me a ‘gray viagra’ pill, then added “Why don’t you put Carole to bed, and I’ll get changed.” I knew what that meant: she was finally medically cleared to have sex, and she was going to put on something hot and sexy for me. In addition, she had not let me into our marital bedroom all day, so I knew she had a big surprise for me.

Once Carole was in her crib and sleeping, I headed back to the bedroom. A lovely sight awaited me. Laura was wearing a filmy silver-white see-thru teddy, and my God! did she look hot in it. She was also wearing very high heel silver slides with a clear strap over the toes and a nearly invisible clear strap around the back of her heels to keep them in place. I felt myself growing throbbing hard.

“Now let me show you your birthday present.” Laura said as I came into the bedroom and closed the door. The bed’s headboard was against the wall to my right. On the wall to the left, facing the bed, was a huge flat TV screen mounted to the wall. Playing on the screen were images of people fucking; my wife had put what looked like a porn tape on the DVD.

“Think that’ll help us in our fucking?” Laura asked seductively, whispering into my ear.

“Yeah…” I said, “though the way you look tonight is all I need to get fired up.” I took my wife into my arms and kissed her mouth deeply. “Thanks, Trabzon Escort baby.”

“Does the actress in this next scene look familiar?” Laura asked. I looked at the TV. It was my wife, and she and the college stud Nick Eastwood were making out, hotly kissing in her little bedroom near her office. I felt my wife’s hands undoing my shirt buttons and undressing me as I watched. My cock throbbed at the sight of a handsome young stud making out with my wife. It made me want to do the same with her, and my tongue twined with my wife’s as we deeply kissed again, my cock throbbing, my whole body on fire.

“Mmmm, now I want to eat some pussy.” I said, once I was stripped naked, my thick cock standing straight out, taut and iron hard, due to Laura’s soft hand gently jacking the shaft. My wife allowed me to walk her backwards to the edge of the bed. Once she fell upon it, she arranged herself with her head on the pillows and her long, luscious legs spread wantonly.

Her pubic bush was growing back, but she was keeping it very trimmed and above her labes. Still, the contrast of the dark patch of hair, her white skin, and the brown and pink pussy below was just more stimulation adding to my heated arousal.

I slid down onto the bed and eased myself between my wife’s spread legs. Normally I’d start at her elegant feet and kiss and lick my way up her magnificent legs, but tonight we were both too horny and aroused. I did kiss Laura’s inner thighs, working my way towards her sopping wet slit, her cuntlips engorged and begging for my oral attention.

I pushed Laura’s legs up and back until her knees were next to her big, milk-filled breasts and her feet in her high heels pointing straight up into the air. Then, famished with sexual hunger, I dove in.

“Ohhhhhh!” my wife moaned as I made first contact with her slit. I licked from the bottom of her pussy near her ‘taint’ and up to her clit in one long, luxurious lick. It had been weeks since I’d tasted this wonderful pussy, and it was heaven for me as well as for her. I immediately began eating her more deeply, sucking her cuntlips until they were distended and wide open, letting my tongue harshly lash her clit to make her groan, then sliding my tongue as deep into her cunthole as I could get it, orally exploring her cunt-cave, knowing how good it was going to feel to sink my cock balls-deep into her depths.

–

“Okay honey, it’s time. Fuck me, fuck me with that big hard cock of yours!” my wife gasped. Laura had come hard twice, her juices gushing into my mouth as I greedily lapped them up.

I mounted her, trapping her legs beneath my arms as her hand reached down to guide me into her. I had generously lubed her cunt and my cock as my tongue strummed her clit, using my fingers to get the slippery lube deep into her pussy. We knew the lube was needed for the long, hard fuck we were anticipating.

“Oh, yes! Oh God yes!” Laura gasped out as I thrust into her, sinking almost all of my meat into her pussy with one hard stroke. I pulled back until I was nearly outside of her, then shoved my iron hard rod back into her until our pelvises smacked together.

“Oh God, darling, it’s so wonderful having you back inside me!” Laura gasped, joy and pleasure in her ragged voice. “Fuck me with that beautiful cock!” I suited my deed to her words as I began pumping into her with a smooth, steady rhythm. I didn’t want to fuck her too roughly, but it was hard holding back. I wanted to be inside this woman, I wanted to pump my cock in and out of her forever!

“Oh geez, Laura, it’s so good to be back inside you!” I moaned. “Oh God, I love you so much!” I bent over and kissed her mouth, not a deep kiss but a gentle french-kiss with our tongues battling right at our touching lips.

“Mmmmm, I love you so much, too!” Laura replied, her voice barely a whisper. “How does it feel inside me? Looser?”

“It feels great.” I said. “Not really looser, but I feel like I’m going deeper than I ever have before.”

“Keep fucking me, darling, keep sinking that big hard thing balls-deep!” Laura said. With her legs trapped under my arms, she couldn’t really respond to my thrusts, but I felt her clutching her cuntwalls at me as I would pull out, as if trying to keep me inside. The added pleasure, as well as the sight, smells and sounds of mating with my beautiful wife, had me reaching the crest far faster than I wanted.

“You might as well pull out and come in my mouth.” Laura said. “Your sperm won’t do any good down there, anymore.” I could sense that my wife still felt some pangs at not being able to have more of my children, but I wasn’t worrying about that at the moment.

“Whose birthday is it, baby?” I grunted. “It’s mind, and I’m going to come inside your hot cunt. Do you know how good it feels for me to shoot my load deep inside you, baby? It’s the best feeling in the world, and I’m going to feel it right now…” I began pumping harder and faster. Then I lowered myself until my full weight was on Laura’s chest and abs, and slid my hands down to clutch her luscious asscheeks, pulling her hard into me. “Oh Tunceli Escort yeah, here it comes… oh yeah, oh God, OH GOD DAMN!! UHHH!!”

Blast after blast of hot semen shot out of my cock and deep into my wife’s eagerly receptive pussy. Swirls of gray and red-hot mists blinded me as I let my mind go fully into the ecstasy of my release into the incredible woman beneath me. When it finally was over, I was gasping for breath as I nuzzled Laura’s neck. I released her legs, still lying fully on her, and we kissed deeply and lovingly for long minutes…

–

I was lying on my back, Laura kneeling by my right side, her mouth deeply sucking my cock. The ‘gray viagra’ had been productive, and I’d gotten hard and ready again very quickly. I was idly watching the sex scenes playing out on the large TV screen. Laura had strung together a long sequence of various recordings, including some of her and myself making love.

“I think you’ll be interested in the one coming up.” Laura said. As her mouth descended upon my shaft again, I looked up at the screen. To my surprise, it was a tape of Trish Donolan and other Hedonists being fucked hard and deep by two young studs, including Trish’s friend Catherine ‘Cat’ Clausen. The one fucking Cat was unknown to me, but I recognized the boy fucking Trish as my nephew Todd’s buddy Teddy Franklin. The action on the screen was hot, and watching it as my beautiful wife deeply sucked my throbbing cock was very intense…

–

It was some time later. Laura was riding me, enjoying undulating her luscious body as she ground her cunt against my cock that was impaling her to the hilt. I was not responding hard, letting my wife do the work, knowing that she really enjoyed doing this and had come twice already. I did suck her big breasts as they hung over my face, swallowing the milk that flowed from her nipples.

Only the eerie light of the TV screen bathed the room in a bluish glow, as the lamps had been turned off. Laura’s body was blocking my view of the screen, but I’d rather watch her anyway. Then I felt a strange sensation wash over me, something between sleepy dreaming and unearthly clarity of vision. I was seeing and feeling Dr. Gloria Searles, the gorgeous black-haired woman with the fantastic legs, riding me, fucking me. I let myself revel in the dream, wanting to feel myself inside Gloria, wanting to fuck her, mate with her, wondering if I could induce the cold bitch in her to melt and take me inside her in sinfully adulterous passion. I was sure going to try to seduce her, I thought dreamily…

–

“Guys, what are you doing?” Cindy asked as Molly and Jenna walked around The Cabin.

Molly was staying in The Cabin as she awaited the impending birth of my baby in two to three weeks. Cindy and Jenna had come over after the birthday party to shoot the bull and have a few drinks. Much girl-talk ensued.

“I heard that Old Man Bonniker built secret passages into this house.” Jenna said. “It was rumored he had a secret wine cellar, too, which was a safe room he could hide inside of.”

“Oooooh, let’s go look for it.” Molly had said. That had prompted Cindy’s question as she watched her lover and her sister knocking on wall panels.

“Guys, this is Don’s house!” Cindy said.

“Yes, it is.” Molly said. “And I want to know what secrets he’s hiding from us, don’t you? Like where all the other crowbars are kept.”

“C’mon, you’re intruding on his privacy.” Cindy said, feeling uncomfortable.

“Well, come help us, then.” Jenna said. “Hmmm, if there were a secret cellar, I think Mr. Bonniker would’ve had it dug into the mountain itself. Let’s look in the front bedroom and the TV room.” Jenna explored the small downstairs bedroom, which was actually more my study, while Molly tapped on the walls of the TV room that adjoined the greatroom with its huge wall of windows.

They explored the upstairs, unerringly finding the closet behind the wall in the master bedroom. They looked around downstairs again, going through the nearly-empty closets.

But they did not find the secret panel that led to the cave dug into the mountain, the front part which was a wine cellar, and behind another secret panel was my little room where my electronic eavesdropping devices fed into and my ultra-secure computers were. However, if they’d found the rooms, they’d have found nothing… I’d removed all the equipment from the secret room a couple of months before. The stuff was in storage behind a secret wall panel in my mother’s basement apartment, waiting for me to find a new location to set the stuff up. And I had no way of knowing how fortunate my actions would be…

After giving up their search, Molly headed off to bed, dreaming of being deeply fucked by my cock, feeding off the energy I was sending into the Universe as I fucked Laura. Cindy and Jenna fell asleep on the sofas downstairs…

–

“So how was your work today?” Tanya asked as she put her sleeping baby son in his crib.

“Pretty good.” said Barry Oliver, who was climbing into bed after undressing, admiring Tanya’s hot body in the nightgown Zonguldak Escort as she turned and stepped over to the bed. “We’re getting the process CNC machines in place, and Todd has secured more financing for us. I don’t know how he does it, but he charms them all and they can’t wait to throw money at him.”

“That’s good.” Tanya said, slipping into bed and snuggling up with Barry. “How are the new hires doing?”

“That’s been pretty hard.” Barry said. “We’ve found three that once worked under what I call suspicious circumstances… a couple that were once at DynaCorp, Seth caught them rather quickly, and we suspect they’d be moles. But then I caught another couple that had been in places like Langley, Virginia, and at a couple of Universities where ‘certain’ projects were going on.”

“It’s good you’re catching on to them. Don has been worried about that.” said Tanya. “He’s trying to put the pieces together of what he thinks is an industrial espionage ring operating here in the County, as well as other places. The FBI asked him to work with them on it.”

“Yeah, he’s right that there are people out there who love to steal industrial secrets…” said Barry, “… and some of them are working on behalf of that same Federal Government. They’re really trying to penetrate us.

“Speaking of ‘penetrating’,” Tanya said sexily, letting her hands and lips explore Barry’s young body, “let’s put the company aside and concentrate on you penetrating me.”

“Sounds like a good plan.” Barry said as he rolled on top of the sexy policewoman. His penis, throbbing hard and just under seven inches in length, easily found Tanya’s sopping wet slit, and he indeed penetrated her- balls deep, burying his meat to the hilt in her womanly heat. He began a smooth, steady rhythm of fucking, and Tanya began moaning as pleasure coursed through her body. Barry’s scientific precision and skill translated well to the bedroom, and he fucked her with skillful pistoning action, his ass bouncing up and down as he thrust deep into her again and again…

Part 2 – Undercover(s) Operations

“This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!” yelled the lovely redhead reporter from outside the Hyatt Hotel north of Town. It was 7:00am, Oct. 30th. “Channel Two News is following the big Board meeting of BigPharmaCorp today! CEO and Chairman of the Board, multi-millionaire Donovan Donolan, is expected to make remarks on BigPharmaCorp’s earnings today, which are expected to show tremendous, record profits for wealthy shareholders. There is plenty of security for the Board and Shareholders here at the Hyatt Hotel, as the possibility of protests from environmentalist groups, as well as Occupy groups protesting the widening gap between the haves and have-nots, is always an issue.”

“In other news,” continued Bettina, “while the BigPharmaCorp Board elections are expected to be easy and not challenging, the same cannot be said of the political elections in the State and in our own Town and County. In the Coroner’s race, Dr. John Quincy Kelly has taken a lead over incumbent Coroner Steven Lester Haines, after Coroner Haines was formally reprimanded by the Town & County Council for releasing a photo of the murdered Diane Lang before Police had notified her next-of-kin of her death.

“But all eyes are on the extremely important State Senate race, between Democrat Katherine Woodburn, former owner of KXTC, and TEA Party Extremist Republican John Cummings. The race is a dead heat, and State and Federal dollars are pouring into the County in campaign advertising. SBI Director Jack Lewis has told Channel Two News that this race may be the most important in State history in determining the future of the SBI and the safety of the Citizens of the State. This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!”

I’m not sure what was more interesting… Bettina and her microphone, or watching the beautiful Detective (J.G.) Joanne Cummings sputter with anger at the negative aspirations assigned to her cousin John Cummings by the deeply biased Press.

Have I mentioned that I am not alone in my hatred of the Press?

–

“Can I talk to you in your office?” Lieutenant Teresa Croyle said to me as KXTC was showing a taped Sports report by Chuck Pringle.

“Sure.” I said, looking towards Cindy as I said with emphasis: “Let’s go now. I don’t need Chuck Pringle to tell me what my Wildcats are going to do to the Bulldogs on the football field this weekend.” Cindy looked daggers at me as Teresa and I headed out the door towards my office.

“Better set up a lunch date with your wife.” said Lt. Teresa ‘Cunt’ Croyle once we were in my office and seating ourselves. “The photos from our undercover surveillance are in File 10-30-C.”

In the early morning hours of this same day, Oct. 30th, Vice Detective John ‘Grubby’ Paul had made contact with two black men, and they’d gone to a house on the border between the Industrial/Warehouse and the Southwest Ghetto districts of Town. Grubby had worn a tiny camera that looked like one of his shirt buttons, and Teresa, wearing all black, had snuck onto the property with a high-powered camera, taking pictures. They were hoping to see a drug exchange and could get photos. Obviously with Teresa trespassing, we could not use these particular photos for full evidence, but we hoped to get probable cause for a larger sting operation.

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Hot Co-Worker Ch. 02

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The next day was Friday. One of the really great things about Friday is that we are allowed to dress casually which for most people meant jeans and a t-shirt or casual shirt of some kind. I arrived at work a few minutes early in a pair of jeans and a button down linen shirt. I found a cup of coffee sitting on my desk and a note from Karen that said she had an early meeting in another part of the plant and would see me soon.

I started my day by answering a dozen or so emails and returning a handful of calls until I heard the very familiar voice saying good morning from behind me. I stopped typing and turned to see Karen wearing an incredible sundress. I had never seen her wear something like this before. I leaned forward and spoke as softly as possible and told her she looked incredible. She smiled and asked how my coffee was and I smiled and told her it was great and thanked her again for bringing me coffee.

Within five minutes of Karen’s return to the office, our boss called us into her office and asked us how we were doing on the project. I told her we were done with all the research and background work and had started preparing the presentation. I asked Karen what she thought about our completion date and she looked at me and said if we come in one day this weekend we should have it ready for our boss to review the following Thursday morning. This was still more than a week before it was due and I felt pretty good about it. Our boss said that sounded good and sent us on our way.

We each had plenty of work to keep us busy for the rest of the day and before I knew it, it was five o’clock. Everyone leaves by five, if not a little earlier on Friday. Soon enough it was only Karen and I left. She called me over to the big work table. As I left my desk I noticed the door to the office was already closed.

I walked over and sat down next to Karen. She was typing away on her laptop so I just stared at her for a few minutes. Once she was done with what she was doing she turned to me and asked if I minded coming in on Sunday because she had family plans on Saturday. I agreed and suggested we start at about nine. She said that was fine with her. Then we got to work.

Work didn’t really last long because we were both constantly looking at each other and I couldn’t help but check her out in the very cute sundress she had on. She asked if I liked it and I of course said yes. She had on a little button down sweater over it. She started to unbutton the sweater and then she took it off. It was then that I realized why she had it on all day. The sundress had very thin straps and was cut fairly low and showed a lot of skin. At that point I lost all concentration.

We were organizing some printouts on the table and we ended up side by side. Karen grabbed my hand and I looked right over to her smiling face and then right down the front of her dress. She was showing a great deal Rize Escort of cleavage. She laughed and said sorry because she hadn’t taken off her bra today, yet. I immediately started laughing and said that I like the way she emphasized the yet part. She then leaned forward and I met her and we kissed passionately for what seemed like several minutes. As we kissed my hands explored her body and hers mine.

What I did find out was that while she was wearing a bra she was not wearing panties. I pulled away and asked if she took them off for me and she laughed and said that she didn’t wear any today. I told her she was naughty and turned her around, slide both hands down her sides until they were just at the bottom of her dress and slowly pulled it up above her hips. Now that her bare ass was exposed I jokingly told her that I would have to punish her for being naughty and not wearing panties. As soon as I said that she responded by saying really and then bent over the table.

I reached back and pulled my chair over and gave her nice round ass a smack. She simply responded with an “mmmmm” and I rubbed her ass a little more and then smacked it again only harder this time. I got the same response except she pushed her ass back at me a little more. I then began smacking her ass repeatedly until each her ass was nice and red. I then leaned forward and kissed one side of her ass and then the other and rubbed it with both hands. She again responded by pushing her ass back into my hands.

As I rubbed her ass I slid my hands down inside her thighs and up toward her pussy. She spread her legs a little and I continued rubbing up her inner thighs and felt that she was wet several inches from her pussy. I followed the wetness trail right up to her dripping wet pussy. As soon as I touched it, she pushed her body back towards me more giving complete access to her pussy and ass. I slowly rubbed her clit and pussy lips for a moment and then plunged two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She gasped loudly and pushed back against my hand as I started to slowly work my fingers in and out of her pussy. As I continued to finger her pussy I looked up and noticed she had pulled the straps of her dress and bra down her shoulders and she was cupping her tits in her hands playing with her nipples.

Once I saw this I asked her of she wanted me to keep using my hands or my cock. She simply replied fuck me. I didn’t have to be told twice. I stood up, dropped my jeans and boxers around my ankles and within a few seconds had the tip of my cock parting her pussy lips. Karen gasped a little and pushed back onto my cock. I put both hands on her hips and slowly matched her push with my own and I was quickly balls deep in her pussy. We both paused for a moment and then I went to work fucking her pussy. I alternated from using her hips to hold as I fucked her to again smacking her ass and also Sakarya Escort leaning forward over her to reach up and join her as she played with her tits.

We continued this for quite a while until she asked me if I wanted to be really naughty. I laughed and asked what she had in mind. She told me that our boss had left her door unlocked and she suggested we go in there and fuck on her desk. I laughed and said let’s go. I slowly slid my dick out of her pussy and she stood up and turned around. I got a great view of her beautiful tits and she looked right down at my hard cock. She reached down and stroked it a couple of times and then grasped it tightly and led me to our boss’s office while holding my cock.

We entered the office and the first thing I said was where you want to do it. She led me over to out bosses big leather chair and pushed me down into it. She dropped down to her knees and I thought she was going to suck my cock but she leaned forward and much to my surprise used both hands and wrapped her tits around my cock. I looked down and smiled as she looked up at me. I started raising my hips and fucking her tits as she started to move up and down to match my pace. She kept looking at me and said that she could tell how much I liked this but she wanted to fuck me.

Karen then stood up, turned around, pulled the bottom of her dress up and eased herself down slowly onto my rock hard cock. She was grinding her hips slowly and leaned back against my chest. I immediately reached around her and filled my hands with her tits. I started to play with her nipples and the pace of her grinding increased. After a few minutes of this she slowed down and told me she wanted me to fuck her on the desk. Remember how I had mentioned our boss was highly disorganized? Karen stood and turned toward me and said it’s not like we can mess up her desk anymore than it already is.

She sat up on the edge of the desk and leaned back on her elbows but basically rested on several piles of documents. I stood and slid my cock back into her soaking wet pussy. Now the pace was all up to me. I started again slowly but each thrust of my hips was very forceful. Karen grunted each time rammed my cock into her. I eased up a little but increased my pace. We were going for only a few minutes when Karen said she was going to cum. I kept going and looked down as she reached down and played with her clit as I continued to fuck her. She wrapped her legs around me tighter and pulled me into her and as she did this she dropped her head back and I felt her pussy tighten and then felt it get even wetter.

After a minute or so, she released the leg lock she had on my body and I slowly went back to fucking her soaking wet pussy. I was sliding my cock in and out of her and she started rocking her hips with me. I kept fucking her and between the two of us we were getting a little loud. All Samsun Escort I know is it was a good thing that no one was in any of the offices adjacent to our bosses. I felt myself getting close and asked her where I should cum. She asked me if I could hold off for a few more minutes because she was very close and wanted to cum again. I told her I would do my best. We kept fucking and she was furiously rubbing her clit. Again she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. It was almost all I could take. I was so ready to cum. Just as she started to release her legs I told her I was ready to cum.

Karen looked at me and told me to sit back down in the chair. I did as she told me to and she dropped to her knees. She leaned down and took my cock in her mouth. She had my cock covered with her saliva and I told her I was so close. Then she once again surprised me. She released my cock from her mouth and wrapped her tits around it again. I looked down and asked if she was sure because I was going to make a big mess. She smiled and started sliding her tits up and down my cock. This was just too much for me. It was only about a minute and I told her I was going to cum. My first shot was on a down stroke and fired off right between her tits but the rest didn’t. My second shot fired off right as the head came out the top of her tits and shot all the way up her chest and neck. I let go two more shots just as powerful and the first two and the both shot in the same direction as the last.

After four huge shots of cum and at least two more small ones, Karen’s tits, chest, neck, chin and cheek were covered with my cum. She once again surprised me and leaned down and took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it off. She then sat back and I looked at her covered with my cum and she look down and then back up and smiled at me.

My boss had a box of tissues on her desk. We used quite a few trying to clean up my cum but it seemed like all we were doing was smearing it around. Finally we got as much of the cum cleaned off her as possible. I stood up and started to put my cock away but she grabbed it and took it in her mouth one more time and sucked it for a few more seconds. She then stood up and we both looked around at our boss’s desk. The piles of papers with moved a little but the funniest thing was the clearly wet edge of the table. Karen’s pussy was so wet that she left a wet mark on the desk. I grabbed another tissue and wiped it up.

We both walked out of out of out bosses office mush the way we went in. My cock was in my boxers but my pants were still undone and Karen’s tits were still out. It was a good thing no one had come back for anything. Karen went to her desk and pulled and wet wipe from her purse and used that for one final cleanup. I buttoned up my jeans and watched Karen put her tits away and straighten out her dress. She walked over to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She pulled away and said let’s get out of here. We can have more fun on Sunday but we have to do some work too. I laughed and said OK. Once again we headed out together and locked the office door behind us.

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Horner Springs, The Institute Ch. 06

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Jacob McAllister, Ph.D. (MSU), Assoc. Prof. of Soil Science, slipped out of the saddle and let his beloved Ponca graze on the fresh grass under the cottonwoods beside the Horner River. The shade was a relief after spending the morning in June’s hot sun checking his experiment plots on the Running H Ranch. The chance to sit under the trees and rest for a bit was welcome. Then his cell phone rang. Looking at the screen he was it was his friend Jay Horner, owner of the ranch—along with many of the rest of the major businesses in Horner Springs.

“Hey,” he answered.

Jay’s voice was somber. “Have you heard about Hal Millard? He’s in the hospital. Stroke.”

“Oh shit! How bad is he?”

“The doctors are optimistic to a point but he’s not going back to ranching. His daughters won’t want to come back from Denver and Salt Lake City to run the place, either. Basically they all know they’ll need to sell the place to take care of Hal. Interested?”

Jake snorted. “When Hell freezes over! I became a college professor to get away from ranching. But I know someone who might be . . .”

“Uh-huh,” Jay’s replied dryly, “Justin. I foresee a Futter Technical Institute’s Heityme Field Laboratory for Environmental Studies. He could pay enough to keep Hal in the best possible care and damned near count it as beer money. I thought I was rich but Heityme? Whoa.”

“Yup,” Jakes voice was equally ironic, “along with a new, expanded home for the Beindre Mustangs and a Tarbox Polo Academy. I predict the old Millard place is due for some serious gentrification. It’s funny how this quiet little burg is managing to attract so much heavy capital. You, I can understand. Your great-grandfather founded the place. But what brought Patel and Doss here? And then Justin shows up. We had no idea how much money the little squirt was worth until his Aunt Hester came along and spilled the beans. Anyway, I’ll let Laurie know. Justin and Michelle are on their honeymoon in Ireland drooling over horses—and each other.”

Jay chuckled. “You been into the bride’s panties yet?”

“Hell, no. Give the kids a chance, fergawdsake. She’s so in love with Justin and Laurie it would be just wrong to start making moves on her. Life is long. There’s plenty of time for the seven-year itch to start, though this being Horner Springs it’ll be more like the seventeen-month itch. Who I should be working on is your wife!”

Raucous laughter came out of the phone. “Well, what in Hell are you waiting for? Maribel would jump at the chance to climb your frame. Shall I invite you and Willow over for dinner?”

“Not yet,” Jake answered, “She’s still obsessed with Jared. Maybe when he gets to be a year old. It seems to be a ‘mommy’ thing.”

“Mm-hmm. Maribel was the same way after each of the boys was born. Took her a while to get back in the swinging of things. Anyway, got to go. Tell Laurie. I’m sure she’ll just forward it to Justin’s trust managers and Hal will be taken care of. I suspect we’ll have to go architect shopping, though. Ever since Hannah died, Hal hasn’t had much interest in keeping his house up. Better to just demolish and start over.”

Jake was surprised. “That bad? Okay, I’ll tell Laurie. Bye.”

*****

Laurie Beindre was helping Willow bathe four month-old Jared McAllister. Getting to play grandma without the bother of raising the parents was working out just fine and she smiled benignly as the little guy giggled and splashed in his tub. Her cell phone buzzed so she pulled it off her concho belt and looked down to see a text message with the news about Hal Millard. She showed it to Willow.

“Oh dear. Poor Hal,” Willow shook her head in concern, “but to be honest I see no end of silver linings in this dark cloud. Both Denver and Salt Lake have a collection of high end retirement communities and if Justin buys the ranch . . .”

Laurie snorted delicately. “Not ‘if’, honey. The kid will be all over this. One of his cousins is an architect and she’ll just drool over the chance to turn the Millard place into a show stopper for research and horses. But I’m not sure whether to send this to him, yet. I mean, look at this photo they sent me from County Derry.”

The indicated snap showed Justin and Michelle clad in coordinated tweeds and leaning on the side of a burgundy Rolls Royce. They looked right at home.

“You can move the Brahmin out of Boston, I guess,” Willow chuckled, “but you’ll never pry the Brahmin out of the Bostonian. I’ll bet they have even switched back to their original accents. And Michelle was developing such a cute drawl, too.”

“Oh, it will come back as soon as they hit the tarmac at Horner Field. But I don’t want them doing that any too soon. They still need time alone with each other. That’s why I stayed here at first. I’ll join them in Dublin next week. That’s soon enough to tell them, though if I don’t get the word to Hester right away I will hear about it! If she wasn’t so much fun, I’d call her an interfering Niğde Escort old biddy but she is so I can’t.”

*****

Hester Heityme-Bacon read the text and raised her eyebrows. Then she pulled up her contact list and pressed ‘call’.

“Lowell, McNaughton and Peabody Architects,” the receptionist trilled, “how may I direct your call?”

“Natasha, it’s Hester. I need to talk to Jacqueline—now!”

“At once, Ms. Heityme.”

There was the faintest of pauses, one just long enough for a very quick explanation and a rapid connection.

“Grandmother,” Jacqueline chirped, “this is a surprise. Have you decided to rebuild the townhouse?”

“No, dear, I’m just giving you a heads up. Your cousin Justin doesn’t know it yet but as soon as he and Michi get back from Ireland he’s going to find himself owning a ranch some ways outside of Horner Springs. It’s called the Bar Noon and the owner has had a stroke. His daughters will need to sell the spread to take care of their father and it will be the perfect place for Justin’s research, for Laurie’s horses and for, once she graduates, a polo school for Michelle to run. So look the place over and start coming up with ideas because I don’t expect escrow to go over thirty days from the minute he lands.”

Jacqueline’s eyes lit up. A chance to design an entire Western ranch complex? And naturally she would have to visit regularly to oversee progress. Or better yet, she might have to have a place on site to live. One of those lovely Newell motorhomes would be just the ticket. And if what Grandma had told her about ‘society’ in Horner Springs was true this could be just the sort of change her jaded life needed. She was wearying of the men in her social circles, anyway, so a fling or two with some cowboys could be lots of fun!

“I’ll get right on it, Gran. We’re coming to completion on the McMillen complex so I should be free by the end of the week. I’ll get some satellite images to start with and then fly out. Are there any hotels you recommend?”

“Stay at the Cornelius, dear, and tell them you want the Presidential suite. I didn’t stay there myself. Thaddeus and I just moved in with Laurie and Justin but it has the reputation of the most decadently luxurious place in town. A bit Victorian, to be sure, but in the best possible way. Do let me see your first sketches. Toodles.” And she hung up.

*****

Everett Peabody III knocked on Jacqueline’s office door and let himself in. It bothered him slightly that she even had an office what with her being not only female but barely thirty. However, Mr. Lowell had politely but firmly told him to shut his yap as the Heityme family’s accounts added considerably to the firm’s bottom line. If a little coddling of their in-family architect helped keep those accounts with the company, then she would get her office early and if he didn’t like it she might just get his. So he kept a lid on his attitude and remained polite.

“Come in. Oh, hi Ev. What can I do for you?”

“Hello, Jacqueline. I came by to see what your plans are now that the McMillen project is over. Mr. McNaughton isn’t sure the firm can support as many staff as it has until a new project comes along and he wants to know how many of us plan to move on. He’s hoping that attrition will make letting anyone go unnecessary.”

Jacqueline read the hope in his voice and grinned internally. She liked needling the senior partner’s son. Calling him by the familiar was just one technique that kept him at a slow simmer. However, one couldn’t always play at this game so perhaps it was time to cut the line.

“Funny that you should mention that. I was just putting in for a leave of absence. Some family business has come up and I’ll have to go out West. Be a dear and hand this to your father? And let him know that it probably won’t be necessary to hold my office until I get back. I may be some time.”

*****

“My parents are buying me a what?” A manic grin spread across Justin’s face and at his side Michelle began to jump up and down in a frantic little gig of joy.

“Well, you don’t have to take it . . .” Laurie’s face broadcast wry mischief, “but Jay, Jake and your Aunt Hester thought you might want to.”

“Where do I sign?”

“Hold on, hold on,” Laurie raised a finger in admonishment, “you don’t get it until after we get back and there’s still at least a week of honeymoon to go. I didn’t fly all the way to Ireland just to get back on the plane and go home! Besides, tomorrow’s itinerary calls for an appointment at Lishmar to look at some Connemara Ponies. Now, have Sidney drive us back to the hotel. I need a shower, something to eat and time to get over my jet lag.”

*****

Satellite photos were soon joined by USGS topographic maps and Google-map images on Jacqueline’s personal touch-enabled table. First there had to be sites. Where to put the home, where to put the research building/conference center, where to put the polo school Ordu Escort with both arena and outdoor fields—all these had to be answered long before decisions about what they should look like. However, these images could only answer so much. Without putting her Gucci’s on the ground, Jacqueline would never be able to do justice to the project. And so two weeks later an immaculately maintained Learjet landed at Horner Field to let her off.

Grandmother Hester was right. The Presidential Suite at the Cornelius was definitely luxurious in a late Victorian bordello sort of way. She wondered if she might talk one of the local gentlemen into dressing up in a frock coat to come visiting but dismissed the idea. Grandma wanted sketches and at her age, patience was not a virtue. Looking out a window, Jacqueline mused that Horner Springs might be a smallish town but it had enough amenities for her current needs. Lyft, Über and two car rental agencies all provided 4×4 vehicles, the Cornelius had Wi-Fi and cell phone service was pretty universal. She could function.

“Hi, Jacqueline,” the next morning Justin grinned from the driver’s seat of the Land Rover, “Aunt Hester says you’re going to do the design work for the ranch I haven’t got, yet.”

Jacqueline made a wry face. “But you know you will; Grandmother has so decreed. Your parents will make it so, Mr. Heityme. And, yes, I am. I thought that’s why you were here to pick me up, so we could go look at the place.”

“Well, it is,” Justin admitted, “but our first stop is McClendon’s Western Wear. It’s July, Jackie, and you don’t go out there in the open without a hat, preferably a big hat. Auntie would have my hide if I let you get heat exhaustion and the sun at this altitude is nothing to play with. Climb in.”

Half an hour later, an Akubra Stony Creek™ firmly settled on her head, Jacqueline was getting a firsthand look at the country she had previously only heard about or seen in pictures. It wasn’t exactly harsh or forbidding but it definitely lacked the homey green, soft rolling vistas she was used to in Western Massachusetts. Horner Springs sat in a little valley in very big country under a huge, bright sky and a blazing sun. Silly as she first felt when she tried the hat on, once she got out of the car she understood Justin’s concern. July in the West was hot!

“So the first concern for the complex will be keeping cool?” she asked.

“In the summer? Yep. But winters here are brutal. The campus shuttle bus spends a lot of the time wearing chains just to get us from one campus to the other. We get snow, ice, and freezing rain, and a lot of it. The wind starts at the North Pole and has nothing to slow it down before it hit us but some strands of barbed wire. We don’t get the lake effect snow that Buffalo does but this is no country for sissies, I can tell you!”

They walked around the Millard’s old ranch house, now empty and forlorn, its contents in storage.

“And in weather like that Hal lived here? No wonder he survived the stroke. He must be one tough old buzzard.” Jacqueline shook her head.

“They all are. And anyone who moves here gets that way or just dies in place. You’d never suspect that the Patels and the Doss’s came from sunny, tropical New Delhi or that the same women who are so sexy and voluptuous in their saris are perfectly capable of laying a hot branding iron on a calf right alongside their husbands and ranch hands. It’s a world of ‘adapt or die’ for the people, the wildlife, and the plants. Hell, even the microorganisms are tough.”

Jacqueline’s eye roamed the surrounding hills and the distant Rockies. She looked at the weathered wood of the old barn and the ranch house. Bending down she picked up a rock and turned it one way and the other.

“Justin, you’re in Environmental Studies. I presume, then, that you want your place to be as much a part of the land as possible? All recycled wood and native stone?”

Justin nodded slowly. “Mm-hmm. And the lines should reflect the land. It’s a Post-Modernist world, Jackie, and I don’t want anything even resembling ‘sleek’ or ‘edgy’ here. Horner Springs has deep, old bones.”

A coyote stuck its head out from around a juniper. Seeing that neither of the two humans was carrying a rifle (and the coyote was old enough to know what that was!) it yawned and sat down in the shade to watch them. Humans could be quite interesting when they weren’t trying to kill you.

“Is that a coyote?” Jacqueline asked.

“Hm-hmm. The Integrated Pest Management folks got together with nearly all the local ranchers about ten years ago and convinced them that trying to exterminate coyotes was a waste of money. It was more profitable to better protect young livestock. Of course, with the Asian market being what it is for long fur, some of the local guys will go out mid-winter with a call and a rifle to take some. And there is enough of a grudge against them that a number of folks around here will get dressed Osmaniye Escort up all fancy and break out the English saddles and the hounds and chase them for the heck for it. But I can’t recall the hunt actually killing any. Mostly they just run until the song dogs get bored and hole up in a rock pile. Then the hunt calls off the hounds and leaves a couple of open cans of dog food for the ‘yote. The riders and the hounds have fun and I’m not sure the coyotes don’t either.”

“Sounds like Virginia or maybe Maryland.”

“Pretty much,” Justin allowed, “though the horses here are a bit bigger and stronger. Most hunters in the Horner Valley are Belgian/Thoroughbred crosses with a bit more draft than racer in them. The country is rougher and requires a horse with stronger legs. And the hounds are all Plotts that would normally be chasing cougar or bear. But it’s the same general principal. Ride hard over rough country following hounds that are baying their hearts out chasing something fox-ish. Personally, I kind of like coyotes.”

Jacqueline and the coyote looked at each other calmly.

“Well then, good hunting brother,” she called out, quoting Kipling’s Mowgli, “we be of one blood, you and I.”

The coyote blinked in response and then remembering an important engagement with a ground squirrel, loped off into the brush.

*****

“Are Justin’s parents really going to buy the place?” Michelle asked Laurie.

“Well, according to the terms of his trust, he isn’t old enough to, yet. But his parents are so pleased with what he’s accomplished here that they’re setting up a foundation to own it for him. He’s the second son, you know, so he wouldn’t inherit the family estate. Basically, there is nothing to tie him to Northbridge. Have you noticed that his Boston accent disappears once he gets back to the Springs? He loves it here.”

“Yeah,” Michelle wrinkled her nose, “but the biggest reason he loves Horner Springs is that he loves Laurie Beindre—and so do I.”

“And Laurie Beindre loves both of you.” Laurie looked at the girl fondly and then cocked her head to one side. “Michi, take your clothes off and come sit with me. Justin won’t be home for a while yet and he hasn’t said anything about bringing Jacqueline with him. Let’s you and I play for a while and then when we hear the Rover you just get down on all fours and wait for him.”

“Will he spank me?”

Laurie was a little surprised. “Has he ever spanked you?”

Michelle blushed slightly. “No, but Willow was telling me about the times they’ve had downstairs and I’ve been thinking. I might like being spanked. Aunt Hester says she does.”

“Honey, what Willow likes is a good deal more severe than spanking. That’s her kink. Jake goes along with it because he likes making her happy. Justin actually enjoys dominating Willow. Of course, now and again he gets thoroughly dominated and likes that, too. But if it’s spanking you want, you just come right here, girl. Pull down those pants and lay over my knee and I’ll introduce you to it good and proper.”

With a giggle and a wiggle Michelle dropped her jeans to her knees and then slid her thong down over her ass slowly and seductively. Then she bent over Laurie’s knees and arched her back invitingly and wiggled her butt.

“Ooo!” A resounding smack filled the air as Laurie’s palm left a bright red print on the girl’s ass. Michelle giggled nervously and then squealed when her Mistress hit her again. The sharp sound of flesh on yielding flesh resounded accompanied by wails of protest and wordless squeals. Minutes later it stopped and then the expert hands that had administered the punishment turned to rubbing and caressing. The squeals became happy crooning and then soft moans as Laurie’s fingers found their way to Michi’s sex.

A lifetime of study went into the probing, the rubbing, the caressing that Michi got. Laurie knew better than almost anyone how to find a woman’s exact pleasure spots and she put that knowledge to work on her young lover. Nor was Michelle any slouch when it came to erotic concentration. The curriculum at Futter College was specifically designed to maximize the students’ sexual pleasure by giving them skills with their own bodies. Breathing properly, tensing the correct muscles, focusing her mind all soon had her trembling in anticipation until like electric shocks through her brain Michi cried out and unstoppable paroxysms convulsed her body. Again and again she climaxed, wailing in ecstasy until, at last, she gasped “No more, Laurie, no more!”

After a few minutes, Laurie whispered, “Go into the bedroom and get a Feeldoe™, Michi. Get the big red one. I’m going to use you so hard!”

Still flushed and panting, Michelle returned carrying the awesome tool to find Laurie naked and grinning, a coil of soft rope in her hands.

“Give me that!”

Laurie slipped the Feeldoe™ More into her snatch where it jutted out threateningly. Taking the girl in hand she swiftly hogtied her over the back of the sofa with her bum sticking out and her thighs spread wide.

Oh am I going to get it now! Michelle thought, and I’ll probably still be here when Justin gets home and then I’ll get it again. Can you actually get loved to death?

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Hometown Ch. 04

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Note: Please read the first three chapters to get up to date. Basically Ted found his new girlfriend holding hands with her ex-lover. Ellen and Jim decided to try some soft swinging and George Wright is trying his best to hide his bank payoffs. Whew. Got it? All rights reserved. Enjoy.

*

Ellen was feeling better about how things came out. She was happy that everyone didn’t go nuts when hearing that Ted’s father was Dawn’s father. Sex with Jim had been the best it had been in a while mainly because both were anticipating a possible soft swing swap with another couple.

“Hi, sorry I’m late,” Brenda Swenson, said rushing into the hair salon. “We had to get our son off to college a little earlier than planned.”

Ellen smiled at the cute dark-haired woman who she had grown up with. “So what’s new with you?”

Brenda sat down in the chair and sighed. “Everything is great. “Erik left early for college and now we have an empty nest.”

“Yeah, that must be sad and happy at the same time,” Ellen grinned. “Do you want a shampoo?”

“Yes but,” the woman laughed. “I can’t take off my blouse because I’m not wearing a bra.”

“Well you are the last customer and I can lock the door. The sink is around the corner and I have some nice big towels.”

“Uh..gee…OK..I don’t see a problem.” As Ellen locked the door Brenda got up and walked around the corner and sat in the chair by the sink. Her shirt was up covering her head and face when Ellen walked around.

“Let me help,” the hairdresser said reaching over and pulling the shirt up and away. As she neatly folded the shirt she peeked down at the woman’s naked breasts. “Oh my..you have your nipples pierced.”

Brenda laughed. “Marv wanted me to get it done. Now that we have an empty house things will start to heat up again.” She looked up and saw Ellen’s nipples were also hard pushing out the front of her smock. “Maybe you should try it.”

“God no…It must have hurt,” She said leaning forward to see the small silvery posts. Brenda’s breasts were a little smaller than her own.

“Not as much as you would think. They were sore for a while but now are fine. It seems now my nipples are always hard now.” Brenda had some experience with other women while she worked in the hospital during the graveyard shift. “You can touch them if you want.”

“Touch them,” Ellen repeated feeling excited. Never had she felt turned on around another female until now. She wanted to say no and move back but her body froze.

“Here,” Brenda smiled taking the trembling right fingers and pulling them forward until the thumb and index finger rubbed over the metal stub. What seemed like minutes were just seconds. The fingers played for a while and then were moved to the other mound.

Ellen didn’t realize at first that only her fingers were now touching the rigid tips. Brenda’s hands had moved forward to surround and capture Ellen’s hips. “Oh God what are we…doing?”

“Shhh, just let yourself go,” Brenda whispered as she pulled Ellen up to her knees and reached around to release the snap on her jeans.

Ellen stared at the scene before her as if she was outside watching in. She saw and felt her jeans being opened and heard the zipper being lowered. She closed her eyes when Brenda grabbed both the waistband of her jeans and panties and pulled downward.

“I…don’t know what..to do,” Ellen whispered lifting her feet one at a time until she was naked from the waist down.

“Come here and I’ll show you.”

Ellen watched it all play out in the mirror behind the sink. She saw hands again cup her buttocks and pull until she felt lips and a hot wet tongue push into her soft blonde bush. “OHHH..THAT FEELS SO…SO…”

Brenda remembered what she had done to get the other nurses off years ago. Her lips captured the swollen clitty as her middle right finger pushed up into the getting moist pussy.

Somehow Ellen managed to keep upright even though her legs were turned to mush. She turned and looked into the back room at the sofa she had installed a few months ago. “Why don’t we go somewhere where it is more comfortable?”

*

Kathy was about to lock the front door of the coffee shop when she heard someone tapping on it. “WE”RE CLOSED!”

“TAP-TAP-TAP.”

“WE”RE CLOSED!” She yelled again before peeking out thinking it might be Ted looking for her. Since it was dark out she couldn’t make out the man’s face. So she reached down to turn on the outside light. She saw who it was but didn’t believe it. She turned and closed her eyes.

“KATHY…PLEASE OPEN UP,” Ralph said through the door. “I…WE NEED TO TALK!”

“Oh God…it is him,” she whispered not sure what to do. What she wanted to do.

Ralph tapped again. “Please open the door.”

“GO AWAY!” She yelled afraid to look at him again. “I DON’T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”

“I’m not leaving town until you talk to me.” He leaned his right shoulder against the door until he heard the door unlock. He hurried to open it before she changed her Muğla Escort mind.

Kathy moved far back to stay away from him. When he told her that he was leaving and that he had someone else in New York she was shocked and hurt. After he left she was angry and very pissed. “Why are you here?”

“I left everything in New York. I want to be with you. I love you.”

“No…it’s over Ralph. You made your decision and hurt me. Even if you had chosen me I could never forgive you for lying to me. Jesus…you are married.”

“I didn’t plan for you to happen. But when I met you I couldn’t get you out of my mind…out of my heart.” He moved forward and reached for both of her hands. “I’m so sorry for lying and…and hurting you. Please give me..give us another chance. I’ve asked for a divorce. I want to marry you.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks but she didn’t reach up to wipe them away. His familiar touch was starting to weaken her. She saw car lights outside and wondered who had driven up. “It’s too late. I’ve met someone else.”

Ralph sighed but realized that she had not dropped his hands. He rolled his thumb over the top of her hands and pulled them to his sides, which brought their fronts together. “You told me that you loved me.”

Kathy was feeling light-headed and didn’t move when he leaned his face down to hers. She had to kiss him to really know.

*

Ted was glad his aunt was up when he got home. He was heart broken and his insides were torn apart. She looked up from reading a book when he sat next to her on the sofa. “Well I’ve figured it out. The whole fucking world sucks.”

Ann dropped her book on her lap losing her place. “What happened?”

“Good stuff I thought. I found out that Dawn’s father is the same as mine. Ellen slept with him after I left. That makes Dawn my step-sister.”

“No that would make her your half-sister,” Ann corrected. “But a sister none the less. So that’s good right? I mean she’s part of our family now.”

“Yeah that’s the good part. It’s Kathy that’s the problem.”

“She broke up with you.”

“Not that…I mean…you see she was serious with this guy up in Chicago. But he broke up with her and told her that he had someone else in New York. Basically the shit-head was married.”

“I still don’t see the problem.”

“I stopped by the restaurant tonight and he was there inside with her holding her hands.”

“And that’s it? You’re just going to give up. Fuck Ted Kathy fought on the Church lawn to keep you and now you are just a whipped puppy with his tail between his legs.”

“She did fight for me.”

“Yeah dumbshit. Get your ass over there and kick some ass.”

*

Ralph left the restaurant and was walking toward his car when he saw a man leaning on the rear bumper. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah you can help me by getting your sorry ass out of town.”

“You must be the local hick,” Ralph grinned. “I think you should get your county ass off my car.”

Ted had never lost it like he did at that moment. Anger turned his face and neck red as he leaned forward and rammed into the unsuspecting man. As their bodies fell towards the restaurant Ralph brought both fists down on the back of Ted’s upper back.

The blow knocked the air from Ted’s lungs. As he gasped for air the man pushed him off and was on his knees next to him about to hit him with his right fist when Kathy yelled.

“STOP IT! OR I SWEAR THAT I’LL KILL YOU IF YOU HIT HIM!”

Ralph turned and saw the hate and pain in her face. It was a look that he had never seen in her before. He also realized that she was holding a wooden rolling pin. He quickly jumped off and moved away.

Ted jumped up as quick and was about to go for him again when Kathy grabbed his wrist.

“No, let him go. He’s leaving and is never coming back again.” Ted hooked his right hand around her waist as they watched the man turn and walk to his car.

“Kathy…I’m sorry,” he said before opening the door and starting the car.

“Are you OK?” Kathy asked as she checked his body for any damage.

“Yeah, I’m great now,” he smiled. He leaned down and was about to kiss her when she pushed him back.

“I can’t have any secrets. I kissed him.”

“You kissed him. Tonight?”

“Yes, he surprised me and told me that he left his wife and was sorry. He said he wanted to marry me. I had to kiss him to know.”

“To know if you loved him?”

“No. I needed to know if I loved you.”

He stared at her but she didn’t say anything. “WELL?”

“I can’t say it first,” she said seriously. Now it was she waiting. “WELL?”

“Yes.” He said before dusting off his pants.

“Yes?” She repeated. “Yes is not it.”

“It’s better than no,” he teased. He saw her lift the rolling pin and quickly moved to hold her hand down. As he leaned forward his lips lightly touched her left ear. “I love you.”

They turned and kissed and he moved back to look into her eyes waiting for her reply.

She Muş Escort smiled. “Yes.” And walked towards the restaurant.

“HEY…NOT YES…I mean yes but…you know what I mean.”

She wasn’t ready when he scooped her body up and turned her until she was lying over his right shoulder.

“Say it or I’ll spank you,” he dared.

“PUT ME DOWN!” She lifted the rolling pin but it slipped from her hand when he lightly spanked her buttocks. “HEY!”

“Say it.”

She hesitated but then whispered so low that he couldn’t make it out. Again he spanked her a little harder. “You shit!”

Ted was laughing now because her jeans had slid down over her bare bum. “Uh-OH…someone is losing their britches.” He opened the restaurant door and carried her inside.

“Ted…put me down. I’m getting pissed off.”

“Say it.”

“Ok…..I love you. Satisfied?”

“No, but the night is still young,” he grinned.

*

Mark Wright was in his room listing to his Ipod when someone knocked. “Come in!

He sat up when his father walked in. Normally his father was too busy to spend anytime with him. “What’d I do wrong this time?”

“Nothing,” George Jr. grinned as he sat on the bottom of the bed. “I just wanted to say how proud I am of you making the football team.”

Mark frowned. “I only made it because the second string half-back moved away.” He only tried out for the team because his father insisted.

“That’s fine.” He said standing and turning to face the door before quickly turning around. “Say how friendly are you with Dawn?”

“Uh…I guess we are pretty good friends. We are both on the Math Bowl team.”

George sat back down. “No interest in dating?”

Matt knew something was up because his father always had a hidden agenda. “Not really. She was dating Frank Mathers who moved away.”

“Good so she’s available. And the last time I saw her she looked pretty hot.”

“What’s up Pop?” Mark removed the Ipod earphones.

“Rumor has it that her father might be Ted Givens. Ted is a key person in my company’s future and your future. I thought maybe if you hung around or possibly dated her that you could find out some things.”

Matt shook his head and sighed. “Sure…I’ll see what I can find out. There is a big party this weekend. I’ll see if she wants to go.”

*

Dawn was on cloud nine. Her questionable future was suddenly planned. She had money for whatever college she wanted and she had enough money to help finance her father’s hardware store. She was looking at college information on the web when her phone rang. She saw Mark’s name. “Hi Mark what’s up?”

“Nothing much. I uh…you know…was wondering if maybe…if maybe you wanted to uh…go to the party Saturday night?”

Dawn sat up. She had always liked Mark but they were never free of boyfriends or girlfriends at the same time. “I thought you were going out with Janie.”

“We broke up last week.”

“God, uh yeah I guess so.” Not only was Mark handsome he was also smart which were rare to find in her school.

“Great…I’ll pick you up at 7:30PM.”

*

Ellen laid back and watched as Brenda removed her shorts and tiny black panties. This was the action that she wanted but now that it was happening she was nervous. “God, you are so beautiful.”

“And wet,” the dark-haired woman giggled rubbing into her moist pussy. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman.” She sat at Ellen’s feet and slowly opened her knees.

Both sets of eyes were on the golden rose that opened its pink pedals. “Looks like you are wet too.”

Ellen figured Brenda would start by touching her pussy but when the lips moved from her left knee downward she braced again for the hot daring tongue. “OHHHH!”

Jim left the hardware store early after getting the old man to reduce his price another $20,000. He didn’t want to use Dawn’s money but he knew all he needed was around a hundred grand to secure the loan. He saw the closed sign on the front door and parked behind the salon. He wanted to surprise his wife and quickly sneaked inside. As he turned to close the door he heard his wife’s moans.

“Holy shit,” he whispered a minute later when he peeked around the doorway and saw his wife naked on her back with a naked woman’s face between her legs. What really got his eyes was the woman’s ass, which was directed his way and her shaved pussy lips beneath the puckered rear hole. He decided to watch a while before making his entrance.

“I’m glad you like it,” Brenda said as she kissed up over her trimmed blonde mound. She stopped to pay homage to her nice boobs and hard tips before moving upward until their soft lips meet and their mouths opened.

“Shit,” Jim whispered seeing the entangled feminine parts. From his advantage point he could see both wet and wonderful sets of pussy lips only inches apart. His fingers quickly removed his shirt and pants. He was pushing down his boxers as he stumbled into the room.

Brenda didn’t hear his Nevşehir Escort entrance but Ellen did. At first she was afraid it was Dawn so she pushed the woman upward and looked around her. “JIM! OH GOD!”

Brenda too was shocked and nervous. Both were afraid he might be upset but when they saw the smile and saw the hard-on pushing out below they relaxed. “Looks like we have some company,” she smiled.

“Hi honey,” Jim said moving onto his knees next to the sofa. “You can’t believe how hot you two look.” He moved his hand over to cup Brenda’s left buttock.

“It feels so wonderful,” Ellen moaned when the woman’s mouth moved south again over her chest, navel and again into her sex. It got even better when Jim moved his lips to her right breast. For the next five minutes lips and tongues quickly brought Ellen up to the summit. “OH YES…..I’M GOING TO…TO CUM!!” The pleasure was so intense Ellen blacked out.

“Is she OK?” Brenda said moving her drenched face up from her sexy snack. “She sure tastes good.”

“Can I have a taste?” Jim asked after moving closer. Their eyes closed when their faces met. Brenda’s tongue, filled with Ellen’s juices, jabbed into his mouth.

*

Kathy tried to kick herself free from Ted’s gasp but it only made it easier for him to pull down her jeans and panties. Each time she kicked the clothes fell further down until they tumbled onto the floor by the main counter. She tried to hang onto his shoulders but he easily placed her half-naked body onto the countertop.

“Is this the way you treat someone who told you that she loved you?” She lay motionless while he pulled off his pants and underwear. Both were naked from the waist down when he moved between her legs and pulled her to him. The foreplay caused enough wetness to enable his hard long shaft to slide effortlessly into her depths.

Kathy had never thought that she would be fucked on her mother’s café counter. But at that moment it didn’t matter. They had confessed their love and now were sealing the deal. Her ankles locked around his hips while he pushed forward and back over and over. Her arms knocked over napkin holders and catsup while salt and pepper shakers tumbled off onto the floor. They didn’t even hear the crashing noise they made.

“OH BABY…IT FEELS SO…”

“GOOD!” She finished his sentence. “DON’T STOP..DON’T EVER STOP!” Having sex out in the open like this made them hotter and hotter.

Her hands somehow picked up catsup from the counter so when she reached down to pull him tighter she left red finger marks on his buttocks.

“Ouch,” she cried out when her head pushed back against the cash register. The draw popped open and a bell went off. “RING!”

“Round two,” Ted laughed to himself getting closer and closer to filling up her tank. His right knee slipped off the edge of the counter but she quickly grabbed him and kept him on top. “Thanks.”

What seemed like a great idea to fuck on the counter was turning out to be a mess. Her head was sore and their arms and legs ached.

Neither cared about taking their time because they knew they were ready to cum. “READY?” He asked to make sure.

“YES…NOW…NOW…NOW!!!”

“ARGGHHHH!” He grunted when his cannon released its first blast. “OHHHHH!” Precluded the second load.

After a minute Ted opened his eyes and saw car lights aimed at the building outside. “SHIT..GET UP…SOMEONE IS COMING.”

They slid back taking care to not step on the broken salt shaker bottle and picked up the discarded clothing before jumping behind the counter. They made it just as the overhead light came on. Kathy’s mother walked into the front door.

“KATHY! WHAT IS GOING ON?”

They pushed up to the counter so she couldn’t see they were naked below. “We..uh…Ted stopped by and…”

“And the light was off and we knocked some things off the counter,” Ted said red faced not knowing catsup was smeared on his right shoulder and left forehead. .

She rolled her eyes. “I hope that’s not blood on Ted’s head.”

He rubbed his finger up and brought them down to see the Heinz 57 variety.

“Nope….Catsup,” he laughed pushing it into his mouth.

Well next time don’t make so much noise. Mrs. Davis called me and told me someone was in my café.”

“We won’t,” Kathy said hoping she would leave. “We will clean up.”

Mary smiled and turned. “OK and don’t forget Ted’s underwear underneath the stool.”

*

Saturday came quickly. Ted spent most of his time at Kathy’s house since he was waiting for some furniture before moving into his new home. Their lovemaking became more adventurous as they tried sex in all rooms in her house especially in the kitchen. She was naked on the table when he walked up with a squirt bottle of catsup. Ready for another tomato romp?

“Bring it on,” she laughed. She reached out to grab the bottle and squirt him but he jerked it back and aimed it at her. She tried to roll off the table but he got her square in the ass.

“BULLSEYE!” He chuckled.

*

Mark was actually nervous as he walked up to Dawn’s house. Dawn was one of those best friend girlfriends that he joked around but they never took the next step. He accepted his dad’s request to date her mainly because he really wanted to.

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