Badlands

Badlands

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The words, “I love it when a plan comes together,” kept echoing through my head over and over. I believe it was Hannibal Smith who made those 8 words famous, but in truth, at that moment, with nothing in front of me but a clear expanse of I-90 in South Dakota, those words were meant entirely for me.

I had just turned 42, and after beginning as an intern at Midwestern Mutual Insurance as a senior at the University of Wisconsin, I had stuck with the company and paid my dues. I had kept my mouth shut many times when I was passed by for promotions until my opportunity finally came, Vice President of Sales and Marketing for the entire multimillion dollar company.

My pay doubled up to 140 K, plus bonuses and commissions, a company car, and the golden opportunity to move up to President of Marketing when my boss, George Soloman, retired in five years.

For once in my life, it felt as if all my hard work was indeed paying off and my life seemed to be on the fast track. My wife Lindsey had faithfully stuck by me for 22 years, through the good times and the bad and she had given me two beautiful children, Mark who was 21 and a Junior at Marquette and Kimberly, who was 16 and a junior in high school.

Although the travel involved with the new position would be straining, the money we could save up as a family after finishing sending both kids to school along with the unwritten promise of becoming President of the marketing department down the road ,made the vision of our golden years a very pleasant one.

As I stared down into the harsh emptiness of I-90 , going west through the Dakota Badlands on that late May day last year, I certainly felt like I was the king of the road.

I had just gotten off the cell phone with Lindsey back in Sheboygan and other than the fact that our request for Packer season tickets had been turned down for the eighth year in a row, all was going well at home. Mark was safely back from college and Kim was getting ready for her high school rendition of “Cats”. I ground my teeth from the disappointment of not being there.

Another thing I purposely steered our brief conversation away from was the fact that the next day was going to be our 22nd wedding anniversary and for the first time ever, we were not going to be able to spend it together.

With my new position’s added income and responsibility, Lindsey had begrudgingly accepted the fact that we would have to make some sacrifices for a greater benefit down the road.

“I love you babe… I will make it up to you,” I said as sincerely as I could, knowing she knew exactly what I meant when I said “it’.

“I know she replied….I love you too…You’re going to be in Rapid City tomorrow night…right?” Lindsey caringly replied.

“Yeah…at the Courtyard…..should be there by late afternoon…I’ll give you a call when I get in…OK,” I promised.

“I’ll be here Baby…Love you..,” She said, hanging up.

“Bye.”

I laid the phone back down in its holder, trying my best to fight back a tear, at that moment missing Lindsey and the kids more than I ever had before.

* * * * *

I pulled out of Mitchell, South Dakota the next morning a little after 11 am after meeting with our office manager there. Looking at my road map, I figured I had about a 6 hour drive left before I got to Rapid City to turn in for the night. The whole afternoon, alone in my car, cruising down the barren, desolate wasteland , I couldn’t help but kick myself over and over that I was missing my 22nd anniversary, my heart feeling eerily like my Dakota surroundings.

As the miles and the hours clicked by, about 40 miles outside of Rapid City, I saw a broken down older Toyota sitting lifeless on the side of the road. About three minutes later, off in the hazy distance, I got a glimpse of someone walking west along the same side of the highway I was driving. Getting closer, I saw a dark ponytail swinging side to side.

I couldn’t tell if it was a boy or girl until I sped by at nearly 75. Looking back in my rearview at the frame of the unfortunate soul, I guessed it was a female, either a thin young woman or teenager, as the dot behind me got smaller and smaller with each turn of my wheels.

A twinge of guilt went through me as I put two and two together figuring it was that young lady’s car that was resting motionless a few miles back. Looking at the map beside me, I could see there was hardly anything between where we were and Rapid City. Turning my gaze forward and looking at the desolate expanse of highway in front of me, something deep within me took control and made me pull over to stop and wait.

Pushing the gearshift up into park, I gazed back in the rearview and saw the dot that was about a half mile back, steadily move closer. I looked up at the sun slowly sinking in the western sky and guessed that there was only a half an hour left of daylight. If the young lady behind me was to have to walk to the nearest town she could be out here to midnight and as I surveyed the Van Escort surroundings, I wouldn’t have wished that on anyone.

As I sat there and watched the figure of the woman approach, I turned up the car’s AC to ward off the stagnant late Spring heat. I knew though once the sun went down in open spaces such as this , the temperature would plummet. I knew it wouldn’t be a safe situation for anyone, much less a young girl out in this vast emptiness, so I told myself secretly, what a hero I would be when she got up to the car and I was there to help her. Another voice inside my head however told me she would probably freak seeing that someone had pulled over to wait for her, as if they were a vulture waiting for the right time to pick her bones.

I made the conscious decision to sit and wait and at least offer my services and if she declined then I would politely leave her be and wish her well.

Five minutes or so passed before the young lady’s face came into clear view. I focused on her, seemingly like a voyeur in the rearview as she approached my parked car. Although she was wearing a pair of dark boots that added a few inches to her height, she still was a tall girl, probably around 5 foot 9 and had long black hair that was braided into a pony tail behind her.

With a sweatshirt and jeans on it was difficult to tell what kind of figure she had but as she got closer, there was a certain wiggle in her walk that indicated to me she was a very confident, if not exasperated, young woman.

I slowly rolled down my driver’s side window so I could ask her I she needed any help. When I could hear the sounds of her boots heels meeting the asphalt, I knew she was in ear shot.

“Do you need any help?” I asked bluntly as she neared my car, about 10 feet behind my car. The young woman stopped cold in her tracks and yelled back.

“I guess I do..” The young woman said exhaustedly. “My car’s broke down a ways back.”

I had anticipated a skiddish response, any guy traveling a desolate stretch of highway and stops to pick up a woman walking alone on the highway would be a red flag for something bad getting ready to happen. I wouldn’t have blamed her a bit if she had taken off across the high plains screaming for help.

Instead, the young woman just stood there with her long black bangs willowing across her forehead as she measured me up.

“I guess I ought to be glad somebody stopped,” she finally sighed.” I bet it gets cold as shit out here when the sun goes down and I don’t have a clue how far it is away from the next town.”

“I’m headed for Rapid City to stop for the night…I’m sure you could find a garage there to come get your car,” I offered.

Sensing she was willing to accept my offer, I reached over and unlocked the passenger side door, picked up my briefcase, laid it in the backseat and threw a few assorted loose papers into the floorboard to make room for the stranded young woman.

“Don’t mind the mess…I’m traveling alone…I can get a little messy sometimes. My name is Darrell…Darrell Montgomery…I’m an insurance salesman…I live back in Sheboygan…Sheboygan, Wisconsin…Every couple of months I have to do a cross state trip through the Plains checking on some of our local field offices…” I rambled on, trying to put the young lady as well as myself more at ease.

“Oh yeah…by the way,” I continued, “Here’s my cell pone…if you want to call somebody to let them know where you are OK…be my guest…talk as long as you want…”

Taking the phone out of the holder, I extended it towards the young woman as she made herself comfortable in the passenger seat.

“….Wendy,” she replied, taking the phone tentatively from my hand. “Wendy Bennett…thanks for the phone…I think I will call information to get a garage to come pick up my car.”

“Sure,” I said reassuringly.

“I was on my way back from school…my folks just moved to Casper ,Wyoming and I was planning to stop for the night in Rapid City too,” Wendy sighed as she dialed 411 and waited for the operator to pick up on the other end. “That’s a long drive with that piece of shit I left back there…I tell you…I had a bad feeling before I even left that something like this would happen.”

“College huh,” I replied trying to make conversation. “My son’s a Junior…will be a Senior at Marquette and my daughter Kimberly….she’s 16,” I said, pointing to the pictures of my kids taped to the dashboard in front of me.

I pegged the young lady to be about 20 maybe 21 or 22, slightly younger than my son but a little older than my daughter. I ground my teeth a little, upset that Mark, my son, never brought home girls that looked this pretty.

I couldn’t help but peek out of the corner of my eyes as I drove , down at Wendy’s long denim covered legs as her feet intertwined in the floorboard, her black patent leather boots rubbing together, massaging her tired toes from her long walk as she waited for information to get her the nearest garage’s Van Escort Bayan number.

Looking over at Wendy as she continued to talk on the phone, I felt a distinct tingle dance around my spine as I listened to her talk to the garage owner on the other end, her voice sounding smooth and confident with just a touch of sweetness and innocence as she told him where to send the tow truck driver.

Wendy grabbed one of the old newspapers from the floor and wrote the address to the garage down so we could find it when we got to town.

Clicking the phone off, Wendy handed it back to me and said ,”Thanks”.

With a slight nervous twitch, I took the receiver from her hand and placed it back in the recharger.

“The guy at the garage told me they’d go out and pick it up tonight and bring it in. I told them I’d stop by when I got into town and fill out the paperwork. I think I’m gonna go ahead a junk the damn thing…I’ll call my folks to come pick me up tomorrow…bet they’re gonna love that,” Wendy said more to herself than to me.

“Had it…the car I mean…for a long time?” I asked, trying to make conversation.

“Since high school,” Wendy replied pleasantly, “Ever since I was 16.”

I was privately delighted she felt at ease around me in what could have been a very tense situation, so when she made the polite and sincere statement about me wanting anything from her to repay me for my kindness, my initial reaction was to be friendly and say, “Ahhhh…Heck…I would hope somebody would do it for me if I were in your spot,” but as I looked over at her to begin to answer her, I saw that Wendy had a much more serious expression on her face than what I had expected.

“May…may…maybe you could go half and half on a fill-up when we get into town,” I replied as calmly as I could.

“Yes…Darrell,” Wendy answered sarcastically. “I would be glad to pay for a half a tank of gas. Are you sure that’s all?”

I couldn’t think of anything else to say as I sat there driving. When she proceeded to uncross her legs and refold them so that she was facing me, my mind really hit a blank. I could feel her staring at me strangely as I continued to drive west.

After a few moments of awkward silence between us, I was tempted to reach out and find a radio station for some background noise. Just as I was preparing to drop my hand down on the dial, Wendy piped up again.

“This is kind of like silly situations you read about in magazines…. huh?” she said, almost teasing me.

“What….what do you mean,” I stammered.

“Oh,” She replied quickly, beginning to rock her left foot back and forth seductively, crossing her right. “You know…rich man stops to help girl in distress…she’s vulnerable…he’s rich….she’s young and single…he’s married…just your basic stuff like that.”

“Oh..,” I answered nervously, knowing exactly what she was hinting at. “How did you know I was married?”

I waited for a response before turning my head to look at her. The sly almost pathetic look on her face made me feel 2 feet tall. She was looking right at the gold band around my left ring finger and trying to contain her laughter.

“That kinda gave it away,” she sighed quietly.

“Well…since you know I’m married…happily married,” I replied confidently,” I have to say those things your talking about only happen in Penthouse Letters.”

“I guess so…Darrell” Wendy mocked,”…so you do admit then that you do read Penthouse Letters?”

I didn’t answer her inquiry, only turned to look her in the eyes, trying to convey the fact that I didn’t want what was happening to go any further. I couldn’t make eye contact with her unfortunately because her sightline was fixed brazenly at my lap.

“Those Dockers Khakis sure look good on men…but they obviously don’t hide a thing…do they?” Wendy sneered matter-of-factly.

I hesitated to look down. Although I knew she was arousing me, I didn’t know to what extent until I finally mustered the courage to check the road in front of me before looking down to see what damage was done. That’s when I saw just how obvious my arousal was.

I bit my lip upon seeing my straining slacks and tried my best to figure out a way to talk myself down. I tried thinking of paying taxes, my wife’s lousy carrot cake, even my mother in law naked. It all might have worked, but Wendy, sensing my hesitation, lowered her long smooth arm over the gearshift and laid it directly down onto the growing spherical ridge rising above the front of my slacks and began kneading her fingertips over the head of my protruding cock so that it’s rounded helmet clearly showed through the light cotton fabric of the pants.

“Jesus,” I whispered. “I’m married…please stop.”

At that moment, Wendy’s understanding of the English language must have vanished because she paid absolutely no attention to my pleas.

Lowering her head into my lap, I agonizingly looked down and saw her wind swept hair fall against Escort Van my crotch as her ponytail rested just below the steering wheel.

Thankfully, the roads along that barren stretch of highway are painfully straight because I could hardly tear my eyes away from what was going on between my legs to drive my car.

Suddenly, over the hum of the tires on the road I heard the zipper of my pants begin to grind down. A moment later, I felt two soft, probing fingers snake down and then through the fly of my boxers and like two warm candles, the young girl’s fingertips grazed against my fully inflated and embarrassingly hard dick.

A moment later, I felt the cool rush of the car’s AC brush up against my now exposed cock. Wendy however didn’t waste a second. Almost as soon as I felt the cool refreshing rush of air on the length of my erection, her warm, saliva drenched mouth closed around the upper half of it as she hungrily tried gobbling all she could down.

Both my hands tightened on the steering wheel and inhaled deeply, looking straight forward at the road sign that said Rapid City 21 miles. “Dear God what have I done,” I moaned to myself when my gaze fell on the picture of Lindsey and the kids taped to my dashboard, their six eyes seemingly watching from the picture as this stranger gave me a blowjob at 70 miles an hour.

Wendy temporarily pulled her mouth off my now saturated cock to suck in a fresh dose of oxygen into her lungs. As she inhaled a few twice, Wendy used her hand to smack my rigid cock against the bottom of the steering wheel causing me to wince with guilty pleasure.

Fortified once again with a mouthful of fresh air, the insistent young woman once again parted her lips wide, then closed them tightly around my jutting and twitching dick.

I had a paranoid feeling that every car going east along the other side of the highway could look over and see Wendy’s dark hair bob up and down in my lap and I nervously kept checking my rearview mirror to make sure another car wasn’t coming up beside me on my left trying to pass.

My right foot began involuntarily twitching up and down on the accelerator as Wendy resumed her deep, salacious oral technique. As she snaked and swirled her tongue in rapid 360 degree swaths around my raised penis, Wendy began gently jerking it off by its base with her thumb, index and middle fingers that were snugly intertwined around it.

As I looked down to see the top of Wendy’s head swirling in small circles above my crotch, I couldn’t help but notice the speedometer said the car had slowed to 55 miles an hour. Trying to muster the coordination to speed the car back up so I wouldn’t attract any undo attention, I couldn’t help but notice Lindsey’s picture once again, resting peacefully on the dash, her eyes seemingly like the Mona Lisa’s, watching every move the young girl made, doing her best to suck me off.

I mouthed the words, “I’m sorry” to my wife’s picture in front of me as the young girl eagerly continued her perverted payback.

Leaning back as far in the seat as I could, my entire cock jutted up into the air and slammed deep into Wendy’s working mouth until I felt its sensitive head slam against the soft back wall of her moist throat.

Wendy gulped and snorted, breathing now through her flared nostrils as she tried to finish me off.

Helplessly, I took my right hand off the steering wheel and placed it on the top of Wendy’s head, rolling her long ponytail between my fingers as the young woman built up a furious, pistoning rhythm with her mouth on my lathered joint.

Seeing the picture of my family sitting in front of me also brought to the surface lurid visions of many of the hard bodied, young girls that my daughter Kimberly palled around with. In my thoughts as a normal heterosexual man over the past few years, I had secretly lusted after many of them but never for once though, actually acting on those impulses.

As Wendy continued her expert technique, I closed my eyes and for just a few moments imagined it was a few of those other young girls down there right now giving me that private pleasure.

Sitting there with my eyes closed, feeling the soft, angelic texture of Wendy’s hair in my trembling right hand, her pink fleshy tongue sliding up and down my erect throbbing shaft, I felt the inner muscles connecting my genitals begin to twitch.

Just as I opened my eyes to instinctively check the road in front of me, my warm and frothy seminal fluid bubbled to the surface and emptied into young Wendy Bennett’s sucking mouth.

“GGGGEEEZZZZ….UUUSSSSSSS,” I cringed as my teeth bit down hard on my lower lip.

The moment Wendy felt my creamy, sizzling seed ricochet against the back of her throat, she hurriedly increased her manual stimulation on my cock, stroking her fingers sadistically around its girth, taking special care to grazing her fingers up and down the sensitive bottom vein that runs from the head of the cock down to its base, squeezing it tight as if she was trying to get toothpaste out of a tube.

I could feel my spasming dick inside Wendy’s mouth, bathed in the mixture of her saliva and cum, until her throat began convulsing in an attempt to swallow the accumulated fluids swimming in her mouth.

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Back Yard Jacuzzi

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He had been in love (or at least lust) with her since he met her two years ago at work. After having been passed up for this party the year before, he was surprised to have been invited to the party she threw this year for fellow employees.

All evening while they were chatting he was realizing there was more than just her body. He loved the way her mind worked, and that her sense of humor matched his more than any woman he had ever known. As the party guests were beginning to leave, he ventured out the patio door to the back yard. He thought to himself that he wanted to remember as much about her home as he could, so he would have life like images of her in her home for future fantasies. He was thinking that he had dreamt about her in just about every imaginable place, but her home would be more perfect, make them more real.

As he walked through the tall tropical garden like-back yard, he noticed that the path led to a Jacuzzi which was hidden by plants from party goers all night. He was so caught up in imagining her walking through the plants naked, occasional leaves brushing against her naked flesh, maybe arousing her, her nipples hardening, then getting into the hot slippery water of the Jacuzzi that he didn’t realize how much time had passed.

She knew, though, as she had seen him walk out that door and disappear through the plants. She tried to hurry the guests out, pleading a headache and complaints from the neighbors. She had noticed him two years ago at work, and had wished that she could run her delicate hands over his strong body. She imagined many times getting him into the Jacuzzi out back, but alas she was a shy woman, not assured of her beauty, and thinking she was not enough to catch his eye. She had not invited him the year before because she was afraid he would sense her attraction to him and turn her away. She was not sure she could handle rejection from him. All night she had been talking to him, noticing how much he looked at her, when he thought she wasn’t paying attention to him, but her eyes had kept him in sight all night.

As the last of the other guests left, she locked the door and dimmed the lights. Quietly she walked out the still open patio door hoping he hadn’t fallen asleep looking at the stars. She hoped find him as in need of her as much as she was of him. Deciding to risk it all, she removed her clothes and laid them over the table on the patio. She prayed that she wasn’t making a complete fool of herself, but was unable to resist this urge. She slowly made her way down the path. He had imagined her walking Trabzon Escort down that path exactly as she now was, but still he could not see her, the plants hid her from view.

All his thoughts had him almost painfully hard, imaging her in the Jacuzzi naked, and wanting him. He had removed his clothes. The image so vivid in his mind that his clothes were a crumpled heap in the grass near the Jacuzzi as he couldn’t stand the pressure any longer. His hands traveled down his body as he imagined hers would be as she caressed his hard nipples and continued down his stomach to encircle his manhood and rhythmically stroke it. He pictured in his mind that it was her hands on his body.

As she nears the end of the path, she sees him standing naked by the steaming Jacuzzi. Her eyes are drinking in the sight of his naked body. She hears the soft moans coming from him as he imagines her hands on him, and hears him softly whisper her name. His speed increases and the moans get louder. She knows then that he is attracted to her she hesitates no longer. Quietly she moves toward him hearing his breathing become erratic.

She kneels before him and he is so lost in his fantasy he missed seeing her already aroused body walk down the path. Placing her hands gently over his, she moves them back up his body. Simultaneously taking his throbbing member into her wanting and waiting mouth, he feels a startled jolt at her touch and flings his eyes open, and fills her mouth with his hardness almost enveloping it completely. Still not believing this could be happening, but not ready to let this fantasy go, he begins to move his hips slowly pulling in and out of her mouth. His hands are running through her long soft hair, massages her shoulders and he hears her moan softly all the while his hard cock in her greedy mouth. Her tongue caressed him, her lips pulling on him she feels it getting harder, throbbing, knowing he is about to go over the edge

Her hands reach around to cup his butt, squeezing it, pulling him deeper still into her mouth. As she moves faster and more erratically along his hardness, her swollen nipples brush against his thighs. She hears his swift intake of breath at the contact and she does it again and then lightly slaps his ass taking the chance that he might enjoy it. Noticing that the slap cause a rather jerky movement of his hips she picks up the pace of her mouth making frenzied love to his hard cock with her mouth. Her delicate hands are stinging his bottom lightly with little smacks, and she is pressing her hard nipples into his Trabzon Escort Bayan thighs as she slaps and squeezes his ass. Pulling him closer and deep-throating him she feels the joy of his release in the warmth filling her throat. His fingers have tightening in her hair, and slowly she slides her mouth from him. She slides his body, kissing her way to his lips. While deeply kissing him, she feels that his breathing is still ragged. She pushes him slightly backwards until he is sitting on the deck that holds the Jacuzzi.

Her hands are now running over his heated body and she looks into his eyes and smiles a wicked little smile. His eyes are still glazed over with passion as he looks at her in wonder. He reaches out to touch her , still not sure it wasn’t just his active imagination playing tricks on him again. He had imagined her touching him like this too many times to count, but this time was different. When he reached out to touch the image of beauty before him ,he came in contact with warm living flesh. He almost jumped startled his eyes roaming over her as he now noticed the subtle differences between her in the flesh and her in his fantasies. The fantasies were lacking the sparkle in her eyes, the full sweetness of her lips, and the list went on. Reality surpassed imagination with her as.

He looked deeply into her eyes noticing that they were as glazed as his felt. He rolled her from her side and from the wall where she was leaning against. His still overly warm body was pressed against her back. He stood staring at her in wonderment yet again. His hands tracing her jaw line lightly, brushing over her full still slightly damp lips. Her tongue was snaking out to brush against his questing fingers and she looked directly into his eyes as she nibbles gently on his finger and sucks it into her mouth. They moan together at the sensation. His other hand has been trailing slowly towards her breasts, their tips still proudly erect due to both the chill in the air and the man looking lustfully at her. His hands worshiped her as his questing fingers found one nipple and rolled it gently between them bringing a gasp from her lips. She slides his not damp finger from her mouth to circle her other nipple. His eyes drinking in the sight of her, hearing her soft throaty whimpers of need, as he trails kisses down her neck to her breast.

Taking the swollen nipple into his mouth, her body jerks in reaction to being engulfed by his hot mouth and his fingertips trail lazily ever so slowly towards her waist and below to the hot wet welcome Escort Trabzon that was waiting for him. Her body tensed as the teasing fingers linger to circle her bellybutton causing goosebumps on her heated flesh. His fingers reached their destination feeling the heat radiating off of her as he lightly brushes over the hair that hides from his view. His fingers tease her clit, first rubbing then circling. They slide along her lips feeling the moistness hidden there and the heel of his hand continues to mount excitement in her as the tip of his finger inserts itself into her tightness.

Her hips arch into his hand and a moan once again escapes her lips. He trails his now damp fingers back up her body, his mouth moving the opposite way he stops to taste his fingers. He watches her reaction and then continues kissing his way down her tummy as her muscles quiver under his lips. She is now loudly proclaiming her need of him as he slides his tongue across her hard clit. lingering over it slightly, then slides his tongue to delve deeply into her. Her whole body jerks as her nails are scratching against the deck upon which she lays. Her body is still flushed with the excitement of catching him pleasuring himself thinking about her that she is almost ready to orgasm.

She tries to hold it back wanting it to be with him, and says “don’t hold back baby”. He breathes into her mound “I want you to cum for me” as his ministrations with lips and tongue continue. She loses her grip on reality and goes spinning off into the stars screaming his name. Her quick responses to his explorations have him hard again. He wonders how she can do this to him. Her body is still trembling as he moves his body up hers, showing her how much she turns him on. With out the use of words he rubs his now stiff member against her still throbbing slit. He is loving the way her hips jump, moving her closer and then farther from him. Slowly he slips inside her easing into her tightness, glorying in the feel of her muscles still erratically contracting around him

He slides in and out of her deep and hard ,holding her hips to him to her. She is surprised as his deep thrusts are quickly talking her back to the place she just visited. Her body moving with his, they come together harder. Each thrust brings them closer and their spirits soar quickly to the release both of them have been craving for 2 years . Panting, their bodies slam into each other. Her nails clawing at his back, their breathing ragged almost sounding like it is one person breathing. They tense in unison, backs arching, tension exploding in a wave like nothing either had previously encountered. They kiss deeply as they fall over the edge of ecstasy.

Their names are a whispered word between them as they manage to pull themselves to the Jacuzzi and lay there in the hot water cleansing themselves.

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Babysitting… And Sitting and More Ch. 04

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All characters are at least 18 years old.

*****

My boyfriend’s forehead was covered in sweat, his hair damp and swept back on his head. His face was tight in the grimace of a guy trying not to cum. Below him, I wasn’t making things easy on him by lifting my hips to meet every pounding thrust as he drove me into his bed. The box spring squealed beneath us with every stroke, and I wondered if we might break the bed’s frame.

I dug my fingernails into his back, trying to get him to lay his muscular chest down on my glistening, bouncing breasts but he refused. Instead, he hooked his arms under my legs and pushed them back until my feet were almost over my head. I probably looked like a neatly folded shirt. He got himself into a rhythm with the extra leverage and punished my pussy with long, fluid strokes. He didn’t even break stride when his bedroom door flew open and his older sister appeared in the doorway. I was in no position to cover myself, so I didn’t even try.

“I told you to hurry up, pendejo. Mom will be home any minute,” she said, glaring at the back of his head.

“Get the fuck outta here, Blanca,” Manny responded. He pulled out just enough to grab my bra off the end of the bed and hurled it at his sister. She snatched it out of the air and turned it over in her hands before dropping it onto the floor. We briefly made awkward eye contact, and I had the sudden urge to crawl out from underneath her brother and under his bed.

“Two minutes,” she said and added emphasis by jabbing two fingers into the air. She stepped out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

Once she was gone, Manny settled all the way down, laying his chest against my tits. I kissed his earlobe as he picked up steam again, now with the desperation to finish before we were interrupted again. My hard nipples dug into his chest as he kept driving, moaning into the bed. His moans got louder and louder until he suddenly pushed his body up off of mine.

I shut my eyes tight and tried to pull my hair back out of the way and frowned as warm liquid splashed against my right cheek and across my forehead. More landed on my nose and my lips, making me tighten them to keep it out of my mouth. A few more drops landed on my neck and upper chest. There was a loud, satisfied sigh and then I felt him getting off the bed. His door opened and then closed, and a few moments later, it opened and closed again before I felt a warm cloth on my face, wiping away the cum. When he finished wiping, I opened my eyes. He was grinning down at me, his face dry but his hair still damp. I kissed my fingertips and then pressed them against his lips before I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom.

When I got out, I was just in time to see his mom come through the door. “Jasmine, good evening.”

“Hi, Mrs. Reyes,” I said, avoiding her eyes and staring at the floor.

“How did the lesson go?” she asked, turning to Blanca, who was laid back on the couch with her legs dangling over the end.

“They got through 20 of the new vocab words,” she waved her hand dismissively as she scrolled through movies on Netflix.

Blanca had been covering for us for the past two months. Manny was struggling with English, so his mom came up with the idea for me to tutor him after school twice a week. His mom insisted that Blanca was always there when I was there to keep us on track and discourage any fooling around. But we’d come up with our own idea: Mrs. Reyes paid me for tutoring, I slipped money to Manny, and he used it to bribe Blanca. Manny’s grades had improved slightly, but, more often than not, we raced through the lessons and then had a quickie before Manny’s mom got home while Blanca served as a lookout. The irony that Manny’s mom was paying her daughter to keep her from finding out that we were having sex wasn’t lost on me.

“Ok, Manny, get Jasmine home,” Mrs. Reyes said, holding out her car keys. Manny snatched them and pecked his mom on the cheek. I cringed, hoping he’d washed my pussy juice off his face. “And come straight back.”

“I will mom,” Manny said.

“See you Thursday, Mrs. Reyes,” I said, still not meeting her eyes.

“Bye Jasmine. Thanks for your help.”

“Hurry back, eh. I need to go to work,” Blanca said to Manny as we slipped out the door.

When I got out of the shower at home, my “I Kissed A Girl” ringtone chimed out from my phone’s place next to the sink. I reached out for it, slipping on the wet floor, and clutched wildly for the shower curtain to stop my fall. Two of the rings holding the curtain gave way, but it managed to hold me. When I was satisfied that I wasn’t going to fall and break an arm, I steadied myself and released the curtain.

The contact on the face of my phone set my heart racing: Ashley Jennings. They hadn’t called me for a babysitting job in weeks. It had been so long that I’d started to think they’d never call again. Over time, I had even convinced myself that I didn’t want them to. The money was good, but I didn’t need the aggravation. After all our time together, Mr. Tekirdağ Escort Jennings had turned out to be nothing but a liar. He’d told me he wanted me, but he didn’t want me, he wanted his wife. He hadn’t so much as texted me since my last stupid job with them where I had to “babysit” one of his coworkers. And Mrs. Jennings wasn’t any better. For all her syrupy sweet demeanor, she got off on throwing her marriage in my face. I didn’t need their money or their dysfunctional house. I was making money tutoring Manny, albeit less, and I knew he actually cared about me and wasn’t just using me to spice up his life.

In spite of myself, I took the call. “Hello,” I said quietly as I brought the phone to my ear.

“Jasmine!” Mrs. Jennings’ voice rang out, her voice as golden as her hair. “It’s been a long time, stranger.” She said it as if it was my fault her husband had cut me out of his life.

“Uhh…yeah,” I forced a chuckle. “I’ve just been busy with school.” Somehow, now I was the one apologizing to them. These people were sick.

“That’s my girl, always hitting the books hard. Have you made a decision on where you’re going in the fall?”

It was a question I fielded a hundred times a week. I could add her to the 20,000 other people pestering me on a constant basis about which college I planned to attend. “No, not yet, but I’m narrowing it down.”

“You’re going to have so much fun. Hopefully not too much fun,” she added with a giggle. “The boys are going to eat you up.”

“Just like your husband did?” I wanted to say but didn’t. I felt guilty for even thinking it. It wasn’t Mrs. Jennings’ fault her husband was such a creep.

“So, anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something, but I want to do it in person. Are you free to come by some evening this week?”

“Yeah…I think maybe I could,” I said before I could come up with an excuse not to. My first thought was that she’d finally found out about me and her husband and wanted to confront me about it, but she didn’t seem the type to do that.

“Great! We want to talk to your mom about it too, but we want to treat you like an adult and come to you first.”

That sounded ominous, but it stoked my curiosity.

I showed up at the Jennings’ house the next evening. Mr. Jennings greeted me at the door. “Jasmine, so good to see you again,” he said. He bowed slightly and waved his arm into the house, “Come on in.” I nodded at him but didn’t speak. The conflict of emotions swirling in my stomach had rendered me temporarily mute. How could I stay mad at a man that I had maybe almost fallen in love with? Still, he was a man who only saw me as a fucktoy.

Mrs. Jennings was on the couch in the living room holding their infant Alex who was sound asleep with his head thrown back in the crook of her arm. I took a seat cattycorner from the couch, reluctant to share the same furniture with a woman whose husband I had fucked on it.

Mr. Jennings sat in the opposite chair and turned his attention to his wife. She took a deep breath before speaking. It was the kind of breath that might be followed by something like, “My husband is mine, you wanton whore.” But her smile told me that she had something else in mind.

“Ok, so, hear us out before you say no,” she said, speaking quickly. “Your spring break is coming up soon, right?”

I crinkled my forehead. “Yeah, it’s the week after next.”

So, this was it. They wanted me to spend my last week of complete freedom in high school babysitting their child so the two of them could go jet away on a romantic vacation. I stood to make a ton of money, but I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of being chained in their house 24 hours a day knowing they were probably on a tropical beach somewhere fucking each other’s brains out.

“We know it’s kind of late notice,” Mrs. Jennings continued, “and you might already have plans. But if not, we were wondering…desperately hoping really…that you’d consider an extended job.” I clasped my hands in my lap, digging my fingernails into my palm while trying to keep my face even. “One of Harold’s coworkers has a cabin, and we were going to go up there with Alex for a week.”

That didn’t make a whole lot of sense. If they took Alex with them, they didn’t need me to stay here to babysit him—unless…

“We wanted to see if you’d be interested in coming with us to watch Alex,” Mr. Jennings jumped in. I was sure I must’ve missed something in the rapid monologue Mrs. Jennings had just reeled off. My head tilted to the side the way a dog does when it hears a high-pitched noise.

“It wouldn’t be the entire time,” Mrs. Jennings said, apparently reading my reaction as a negative one. “Only a few hours here and there. It’d be like a paid vacation really.”

Manny was going on a college recruiting trip that week, and my best friends were borrowing one of their father’s cars and taking a beach road trip that my mother had forbidden me to go on. This cabin trip was my only spring break option besides binging Netflix.

“You don’t have to Tekirdağ Escort Bayan decide right now,” Mrs. Jennings continued. “And we want you to know, you were our first option. Rachel’s great, but I honestly don’t think I could tolerate six hours in a car with that girl.” My eyebrows shot up so high, they almost went over the top of my head. Hearing Mrs. Jennings talk about their primary babysitter was jarring. I think it was the first negative thing I’d ever heard her say about another person in my life. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to avoid laughing.

Mr. Jennings was sitting forward on the edge of his seat like he was waiting for the Powerball numbers to be released. He hadn’t looked at me like that in so long that it made my heart physically hurt. Even the last time we’d been together had been an experience I wanted to forget. Like an idiot, in the days that followed, I kept thinking things were going to be different. But then I didn’t hear a word from him as the days turned into weeks. No text, no call. Nothing. In spite of his words, he didn’t care about me. I was just something for him to stick his dick in when he wanted to change things up.

No. I didn’t need this. As remote as the possibility of having him one more time might be, there was my dignity to consider.

“It sounds really great,” I said, my voice sounding strained, “but, I’m really sorry. I’ve got plans that week. I really couldn’t break them for anything less than double my rate.”

Mrs. Jennings didn’t miss a beat. “We were planning to pay triple. And we’d book you at 8 hours a day even though we’d only need you a couple hours a day at the most.”

Triple? The hell with dignity. With that kind of money, I could buy dignity. “If my mom is cool with it, I’ll do it,” I said, barely able to contain my excitement.

I was surprised that my mom so readily agreed to it. Her level of trust for the Jennings was remarkable considering how little she trusted just about everyone else in my life. She assumed Manny was just a high-testosterone jock who would dump me the second he set foot on his college campus. She thought of my friends as a bunch of pre-alcoholic, drug-dosing teens who would be pregnant before 21. Ironically, the one person in my life she seemed to fully trust was a guy that had been fucking me on his couch one night when she called me.

And so, when spring break came, I was in the front passenger seat of the Jennings’ Ford Explorer heading up the highway to our woodland destination. Mrs. Jennings was in the back seat behind me with Alex, trying to amuse him with the blocks and stuffed animals she’d brought for the ride. After four thrown animals, she seemed close to letting him watch cartoons on her phone.

“You’re going to love it up here, Jasmine,” Mr. Jennings said. “It’s right at the edge of civilization. There’s electricity and running water, but that’s about it. We’ll be roughing it for sure, but we’ll manage.”

“Don’t be silly,” Mrs. Jennings called from the backseat. “It’s a luxury house in a national park. There’s a mall not twenty miles from the front door. We’re not ‘roughing it.'”

“Yeah, we’ll see how you feel when the bug spray runs out,” he muttered.

“What’s that, sweetie?”

“Nothing. I was just telling Jasmine she’ll feel great when the sun comes out.”

The clouds were indeed beginning to break up. It had been overcast all afternoon with a threat of rain. My mood had matched the weather, but it was beginning to brighten. I had planned to ice out Mr. Jennings the entire trip, but he had a warm personality that could thaw anyone’s mood.

“Have you ever been camping before?” Mr. Jennings asked.

“I went to a summer camp a few years ago, but that’s about it.”

“How was that?” he asked. “Hopefully it was better than the one Goldilocks went to,” he said, chuckling.

“Goldilocks?” I turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

Mrs. Jennings sat forward and slapped his seat. “It’s not funny, Harold. Someone could’ve been hurt.”

“Tell her…tell her the story.” Mr. Jennings was trying to choke back laughter.

“There’s nothing to tell. Someone left out food near our cabin and it attracted bears. The rangers showed up and ran them off, but not before one of them somehow managed to get into our cabin and tear up my clothes. No one else’s, just mine. All of my bras got ruined, so I had to go braless the rest of the time. You can imagine how that went. By the end of camp, the other kids were calling me ‘Ample-chest Ashley.'”

By now, Mr. Jennings was in the throes of full-blown laughter. He was leaning on the steering wheel, and I had a passing thought as to whether he was in a good enough condition to drive.

“That…umm…that sounds terrible,” I offered.

“It was humiliating. It’s not funny, Harold!”

“This bra is too big. This bra is too small. This bra is just right. Yum, yum, yum.” Mr. Jennings let out another guffaw, slapping my leg as he did.

Mrs. Jennings leaned over and slapped his seat again, which Escort Tekirdağ only made him laugh more. He eventually recovered before running us off the road into the wood line. His arm remained draped over the center console, his hand resting on my bare thigh. He tried to strike up more conversation with his wife, but the words didn’t register in my brain. My mind was locked on the skin to skin contact we were sharing.

I stared at the back of his hand, trying to remember the way they felt the last time they were on my body. The strong but gentle grip. The way held me tight against his body. The taste of his fingers. Every caress penetrating through my skin to my soul.

Mr. Jennings was saying something to me now, but it was garbled. He had to repeat it twice before I came back to the present. “Earth to Jasmine,” he said.

“Oh, sorry. I was…uhh…just thinking about the math test I have when we get back.”

“Well, don’t,” he said. “You’re on vacation. Enjoy it. You’ll have your whole life to worry about work. Be sure to enjoy the little pleasures when you can.” And once again, he flashed that totally disarming smile he’d used on me the first night I went to their house. “We should be there in another hour or so,” he called out to both me and Mrs. Jennings.

“Thank goodness. I could use a shower,” she said. “Care to join me, sir?” she said, sitting forward in her seat. I couldn’t tell whether she could see his hand on my leg, but he didn’t move it.

“What’s the use of showering first if we’re just going to get dirty as soon as we get there?” He stroked my leg with his fingertips as he spoke, making me melt into the seat.

“Harold!” Mrs. Jennings slapped his seat for the third time. “Jasmine doesn’t want to hear that.”

“What’d I say? I was talking about unloading the truck when we get there,” Mr. Jennings said, trying to sound innocent.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ve heard worse from Manny and his football buddies.” And it was true. On more than a few occasions, I’d had to endure listening to them recount their latest sexual conquests to each other in excruciating detail: every blowjob and every fuck in a car, comparisons about which girls at our school had the biggest tits or the longest nipples, which girls swallowed. Manny never shared stories about us when I was around, but I could tell from the leers of his friends when I was around that they knew how often I let him cum on my face.

When Mrs. Jennings sat back in her seat, Mr. Jennings’ fingers traced further over my thigh until they reached my inner thigh. I turned my head and looked out the window, pretending not to notice and did my best to ignore him. Green trees whipped past us until it looked like we were driving alongside an evergreen wall.

Mr. Jennings, never one to be ignored, suddenly upped the ante by drawing his fingers along my inner thigh until they reached the edge of my shorts. Still, I refused to respond and continued staring out the window even though my vision was hazing over. My breathing was becoming more shallow, and I found myself clutching the edge of my seat.

Mr. Jennings’ fingers pressed into my skin and wedged beneath the edge of my shorts. He didn’t even slow down as they found the edge of my panties and slipped underneath. My legs fell wide open like a lock that had been unlocked with a golden key.

I had momentarily forgotten about Mrs. Jennings in the back seat until I heard her speaking to Alex. Sanity told me I should move Mr. Jennings’ hand, but instead of grabbing his hand, I moved my hand to my mouth to try to mask my heavy breathing. Mr. Jennings’ fingers danced across my mound and I was powerless to stop him. I hated myself for it. No matter how many times he treated me like trash, I always came back to him. He treated me the way he did, because I let him.

Drawing my left foot closer to the seat, I twisted my body so that he had easier access to my treasure box. Mr. Jennings withdrew his hand, showering me with disappointment, but the disappointment was short-lived. A moment later, he reached for the button on my shorts and tried to undo it with one hand. I gave a sly, sideways glance to the backseat. Mrs. Jennings was leaned over toward Alex’s car seat watching Toy Story with him on her phone.

I shifted my eyes toward the front windshield while reaching for the button on my shorts. As soon as I had it undone, Mr. Jennings’ hand came up over the top and slid beneath my panties, his fingers brushing through the thin triangle of hair above my lips. I glanced at his face through half-closed eyes. His eyes were focused on the road ahead, his jaw set. There was nothing to betray the fact that his fingertips were lightly prodding my soft lips as if he was testing the ripeness of peaches at the store.

A low moan escaped my lips, but I pressed the back of my hand tighter to my mouth to try to conceal it. At the same time, my other hand drifted up to my left breast, and I drew my fingertips across my painfully hard nipple. My hips took on a life of their own as I gently rocked back in forth in the seat, basking in the feel of Mr. Jennings’ fingers. They ran along the length of my slit, caressing it as if his wife wasn’t behind us. My breathing grew louder in my ears until I could no longer hear Mrs. Jennings and whatever she was showing Alex on her phone.

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Awkward

Written & edited by Amnoartist

Prologue

Laid in bed, Mark stared longingly at the ceiling. A depressive sigh escaped his lungs. He had an intense desire to sleep but couldn’t on account of the noises from the wall behind him – the bed creaking, lusty moans, enthusiastic giggles, a cacophony of sounds that only served to make Mark wince and cringe, despite them being a nightly occurrence for the past six months. He’d ought to have gotten used to them by now, surely, his father Gordon often commented.

It just wasn’t that simple though. He wished it was but the stars didn’t seem to align in his favor.

Mark turned on his side as he heard the young feminine voice call out from the wall in the form of a lusty scream. He wanted to bury his head in his pillow, but her dulcet tones were so overpowering and sweet as honey he just couldn’t muster the willpower to do so. The passionate shriek was followed by more rhythmical thumps, presumably from Gordon. It was they that compelled Mark to follow through with his initial idea, throwing the pillow over his head.

“Fucking hell.”

As if God himself were poking fun at our unfortunate protagonist, it became clear even the thick feathery pillow wasn’t enough to soften the noises. Mark could still hear his father’s husky grunts and Jade’s ushering him on for ‘more’ or ‘deeper.’

That was the last straw. Bounding out of bed, Mark decided that in the face of not being able to sleep, it would be better he do something to keep his mind off the fact his father was in the midst of fucking someone at least twenty years his junior. Of course, Mark wasn’t going to openly confront his father about the noise – he wasn’t brave enough for that. Instead, he tip-toed through the hall in the hopes of sneaking into the toilet.

That was when Mark noticed it – eventually. The silence. The riotous sex between his father and Jade had finally stopped after what had to be at least two hours. Mark did consider turning back to his room but was closer to the toilet now, so decided to see his deed through. The issue, though, was—

The door groaned open like those often seen in horror movies, revealing the youthful messy-haired brunette in all her boner-inducing nakedness. She glowered gently at Mark upon closing the door behind her. It was clear Jade was bothered by Mark catching sight of her in such a compromising way.

—the bathroom was directly across from Gordon’s bedroom!

Mark and Jade exchanged looks, though his were far more awkward, and rightly so. In spite of her nakedness, Jade crossed her arms over her bountiful chest and looked upon him like a concerned relative. Mark broke into a panic at this and his awkwardness only blossomed further as he looked down and noticed cum casually oozing down Jade’s smooth inner thigh all the way down to her calf.

“I told your father that if he stopped touching himself for a week, I’d go on top this time.” Jade could tell just from his ongoing silence that Mark was discomfited by not just the display but her words as well, which she took a sense of erotic enjoyment in. Stressing that point, she ran a hand down her bare cum-soaked snatch and rubbed it gently before gathering a small dollop of Gordon’s pent-up load in her finger. “He had a lot to offer.”

It finally registered in Mark’s brain what Jade implied. All the rhythmical thumping he heard came from her! Mark knew Jade but not this side of her, because, in a cruel twist of fate, she was Mark’s ex, vigorously screwing his father to the point where he passed out on the bed.

Mark and Jade were in a relationship together for a few months at one point, but it never seemed to blossom into something with the same vigor as hers with Gordon. It felt like a cruel cosmic joke had been played on Mark when he found out Jade had started ‘seeing’ his father. He’d never gotten used to it, They were weren’t on the best of terms since then.

Jade rubbed Gordon’s cum between her fingers and smiled. It was thick and white as snow, sticky and globbed like stringy cheese. Mark’s wasn’t ever like that – at all.

“You going in there? I need to shower before your dad wakes up in case he wants another round.”

Mark hid his cringing behind a feigned smile, finally coming out of his awkward trance. “No, go ahead.”

Jade brushed past Mark and shut the bathroom door behind her without so much as a passing glance. Things between them were truly that awkward.

The clock ticked away quietly. Half two in the morning. Mark wasn’t due to wake for another six hours but Jade’s frolicking with his father obviously put that to an end. He opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of orange juice, parched. It wasn’t long after that a sigh expelled from his lungs. There was no arguing life was so much simpler before Jade started sleeping with his father.

Mark remembered the day he introduced Jade to his father. Particularly, he remembered what Gordon was doing at that precise moment: doing Sivas Escort push-ups, his muscles all pumped, his body glistening with sweat. In the earlier years of Mark’s life, Gordon was considered clinically obese and apparently only had a few years of life left if he kept going the way he was. This news spurred Gordon into changing his life around, transforming himself into a fitness freak. When Mark introduced him to Jade, there was more meat on Gordon’s chest than his own son’s entire frame.

Things between Jade and Gordon seemed to hit off naturally from that moment. An unmistakable rift between her and Mark formed soon after.

Mark took a seat at the kitchen table and drank his juice solemnly, alone, contemplating how his life had turned out the way it did. How he didn’t even share in his father’s apparent genetics once he bothered to get his life back on track was just as annoying. Perhaps if Mark was just as fit, Jade wouldn’t have set eyes on his father instead. That implied she had a thing for muscular guys, surely?

The kitchen door groaned open, revealing Jade in a skimpy red bedgown. It wasn’t just any bedgown though, but the one Mark bought her for Christmas. She cocked her hip and smirked, looking at the carton of orange juice beside her ex.

“Mind getting me a glass? Throat’s kinda dry after all that moaning.”

Mark didn’t even hesitate to comply. What would be the point in arguing? If he did, Jade would just bring the matter up with his father, who’d just side with her anyway. Rolling his eyes, Mark pulled a glass larger than his own out from the cabinet and poured juice into it. Before he even had a chance to turn around, though, Jade snatched the glass out of his hand and downed its contents in one gulp. Mark should’ve been surprised, but of course, she had developed quite a finesse for swallowing things lately.

That was when Mark noticed it. How Jade’s neck looked thicker than usual. It could’ve just been the angle of the night light, of course, but that was before he realized her gown looked tighter across her back as well.

Jade set the glass down next to Mark and smiled at him noticing her forearm was easily twice as thick as his own. Jade was aware of her changes and found humor in Mark’s discontent in their obviously quick emergence. She raised her arm up into a flex and giggled as the gown’s sleeve ripped to reveal a bicep easily large as Mark’s fist! It throbbed and pulsed with energy as Mark’s heart sank. Between seeing the unnatural occurrence take place and the gown rip and tear, he didn’t know what to think. The gown itself was a symbol of how much Jade meant to him and for her to wear it after fucking Gordon was enough of a heartbreak, let alone see it slowly shed itself to nothing – symbolizing what he meant to her — eventually revealing Jade in her total nakedness once again.

Grunting, she pulled into a crab flex, feeling the veins across her chest snaking and throbbing violently, her modest pectoral muscles growing inches at a time between each passing second. Mark watched but the intensity of the moment was beginning to take a hold of him, blurring his vision, close to passing out.

“I never did thank you for introducing me to your father, did I?”

That did it. What little lucidity Mark had left wasn’t enough to keep him conscious. He felt himself faze out, his eyes dimming just as Jade’s hand reached out to him.

When he finally started coming to, Mark felt something weighing him down. His vision was still blurry but he could make out the brown fuzziness of Jade’s curly locks of hair, her broad shoulders naked as the rest of her. She giggled, cupping her large breasts in her hands, his eyes finally readjusting to the darkness.

Mark never expected to wake to Jade shamelessly straddling him. Nor had he anticipated being tied to the kitchen chair, underwear pulled down to his ankles so his cock was exposed. Rocking the chair, he pulled, yanked and strained in his effort to rip free from his bonds but all his efforts only served to make them tighter – and vex Jade. Pinching his shoulder, he yelped. He got the hint – don’t bother. Coming to terms with the fact, that was when Mark fixed his eyes on Jade properly this time, seeing her biceps rub against her hips as she pushed herself closer to him. It was embarrassing enough for Mark to find himself in such a compromising position, let alone realize Jade was now – somehow – more muscular than him too.

“How the hell did—Let me outta here—”

Jade raised her hand, enough for Mark to instantly quieten, mostly out of fear in not knowing what would happen if he chose otherwise. Jade’s inexplicable muscle growth scared him, not knowing if she was willing to use her obvious increase in size to…do things to him. After all, he didn’t mean so much to her now as he used to. Jade loved Gordon – properly. There was no denying that. Mark was basically just the means to that end. He watched her run a hand over his thigh. Her forearm Sivas Escort Bayan pulsing with energetic vascularity. Mark couldn’t deny the tinge of arousal that came from watching her hand glide closer to his crotch—

She pulled away, using the same hand to reach into the cabinet above her. “You’re probably wondering how I managed to grow so quickly” she commented, rummaging for something in particular. Her tongue sticking out suggested concentration.

All Mark could do was nod, really wanting to know how his ex grew into the living embodiment of his fantasy in a few short moments. Mark hadn’t ever mentioned to Jade before the fact he liked muscular women, so clearly someone blabbed about it to her behind his back.

“You father was been particularly open of late, during our nightly ‘sessions.’ Commented on him knowing about your ‘thing’ for muscular women long before you even told him.” Jade smiled as she pulled out a bottle of pills from the cabinet, placing them on Mark’s leg so he could get a good look at the label. Branadrine – Make Sex Great Again! It came as no surprise to Mark that his heart sank. He’d heard that the drug had unexpected effects on women when men used it, but didn’t quite expect them to be so…drastic. “If only you were so open as well, Mark. Imagine the kind of relationship we would’ve been in now if you were just honest with me.”

That was when Mark realized what Jade was heading towards and it excited him, to say the least. “You used the Branadrine to bulk up and surprise me, didn’t you?”

Jade burst into a mocking laugh. Mark couldn’t have been any further from the truth. She loved how he was ever so hopeful, though. It was almost adorable. The reality was Jade used the drug to bulk up and be more commanding, lord over Mark as she made things more awkward for him while she screwed his father’s brains out. “You wish.”

“So why did you—”

“To make you realize what you’ll be missing out on for not being honest with me.”

Mark felt like he’d been stabbed in the back. How was he to know his relationship with Jade would’ve been maintained if he told her his deepest, darkest secret? It was a risk in itself to tell his father, which was clearly now a deep regret. He wouldn’t have found himself in this situation either.

Smiling, Jade pumped her bicep up a few times, toying with Mark, watching her arm bloat bigger inches at a time with each flex, his ragged breaths of arousal like music to her ears, her vaginal muscles pulsing with the thought of anticipating further growth. “Think I’ll go give your father another visit now.”

“What about me? You can’t keep me in this chair all night.”

“Oh, but I can.” Jade proceeded to walk off, the Branadrine bottle in hand, shrugging her shoulders in preparation for her next round of vigorous growth-inducing sex with Gordon. “Think of it as your punishment for not being honest. And don’t worry – I’ll be sure to be extra loud with the moans this time!”

***

As the days went by, the situation between Mark and Jade only became more awkward. As she manipulated him through routinely passionate sex, Mark’s father Gordon became increasingly sympathetic towards the burgeoning girl, always siding with her during arguments in the belief that in doing so he would be rewarded with sexual favors. This, of course, not only was true but also came to pass, if only for the sole reason that Jade wanted to make Mark feel as uncomfortable in his own home as possible, while she, in turn, continued her growth.

Jade’s desire for growth was as ravenous as Gordon’s for sex with her. It was a vicious cycle: he would fuck her; she would grow; he would fuck her again in having become more muscular and sexually dominant – just the way Gordon admitted to liking it. Mark, of course, saw it differently. There was, of course, no denying Jade’s increasingly evident power-hunger. In just a couple of days she had more than tripled in size since he found himself tied up in the kitchen. Her abnormally quick increase in musculature would be a cause for concern to most people, but Jade relished in it, knowing it got Gordon hard as a rock and Mark squirmed like a worm. In fact, he found himself doing her bidding out of fear for what would happen if he didn’t.

Jade was so confident in both herself and her evident power that she pranced around the house naked, though a more thoughtful presumption would be that she no longer had any clothes left that fit her monstrous frame. It was a good thing then Gordon was willing to go do some shopping for his lover, leaving Jade alone Mark.

He, of course, didn’t take that fact well, as he was forced into worshiping his ex’s muscular body against his will. Knelt down behind her, he ran both hands up her calf, told to do so at a slow pace so as to savor the moment for what it was. Admittedly, Mark couldn’t deny the sensation building at his crotch. He was pretty sure he didn’t like muscular women, though perhaps Jade was the Escort Sivas sole exception.

“MMMMMMM!” Jade shuddered with a tone that could only have been described as ecstasy, a bucking sensation of eroticism flowing through her as she not only became increasing aroused by Mark’s forced servitude, but the spurt of growth that came hand-in-hand with it. Mark’s fingers were spread further and further apart as her calves swelled larger, a faint cluster of veins amassing at the sharp edge. By his guess they must’ve exceeded twenty inches already!

Mark didn’t need an explanation behind Jade’s sudden growth spurt. It was dripping between her legs as she stood over him, all runny and white as toothpaste. She took delight in having Gordon’s cum gunged between her thighs, knowing just how awkward and embarrassed it made Mark feel, which was all rather the point. She was stressing just how much he was missing out on, on account of not being honest with her.

“I want you to know your father and I are planning to marry.” Jade knew Mark wouldn’t take that news well. He felt it was bad enough his ex was in a relationship with his father and unashamedly sexually manipulating him, but now he had the added issue of Jade potentially becoming his step-mum! It had to be a cruel cosmic joke, surely? It was a all a nightmare that he’d eventually wake up from, right?

In spite of the potentially life-changing news, Mark kept up with his forced worshiping, moving up to Jade’s mountainous back. Oh, how he was jealous of her power, kneading her muscles slowly, gently. It was almost as if he was starting to be keen on the fact. If not for the fact she was manipulating his father, Mark would be so bold as to kiss Jade’s body, even if not ordered to. There was just something so…irresistible about her now. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but it was there.

“I can’t imagine you’d be all that happy about me becoming your step-mum, but…” Jade raised an arm up into a flex, implying Mark should start worshiping that next, which he did without so much as a second thought. That truly did bring a smile to Jade’s face. “…I’m sure things’ll work out just fine in the end.”

“Uh-huh.” Mark was so mesmerized by Jade’s boulder-sized bicep that he couldn’t bring himself to muster a proper sentence together. The way one of her veins gently squirmed under her skin served as a perfect example of how he felt; agitated and full of beans.

Jade turned so her naked chest and perfect, muscular mound faced Mark. He wasn’t sure where to look, so it was a good thing she was kind enough to show him the way. Starting at her chest, she ran her hands down her cleavage to meet her abs, heaving a breath so each one distinctively bulged and rippled after the other. Mark bit his lip watching her, overcome with passion, struggling to keep it all together.

Continuing their descent, Jade’s hands finally stopped at her cum-soaked clit, her palm squishing the her hairiness so the excess of Gordon’s load expelled from it like soap from a sponge, trickling down her inner thighs to pool at her comparatively dainty feet.

“Don’t get your hopes up though, babe. This body of mine belongs to your father.”

“No!” Mark blurted out, not thinking. He was in the shit now – there was no denying that. He may as well try clawing his way out the hole he dug himself into. Judging by her expression, though, it was obvious Jade wasn’t surprised by his words. He looked her over, envious and desirous of her. He wanted—no needed to know what it was like to fuck a muscular woman.

“You want to bite down on this chunk of beef, is that it?” Jade raised her brow in curiosity. She casually flexed an arm that caused Mark to have an erection so violent it almost burst through his trousers! Jade frowned. Where was that kind of passion all those months ago when they dated? No matter.

Mark simply nodded, once again too taken aback by Jade to actually say something. She smirked in turn, impressed by her ex’s resilience. His father obviously had the larger cock, but Jade was willing to compromise. Mark just had to work for it.

“If you do as I say—”

“Absolutely!”

Jade’s grin widened. She knew how Mark would respond. Truthfully, she had him on a leash now. He was her little bitch for the time being until she saw fit to give him what he craved. She’d milk the moment for what it was worth, potentially forcing him to wait months if it suited her.

It wasn’t cruel – at least, not to her. It was genius.

“Prove it.” Jade extended her leg out in front of Mark, twisting it slightly to the side so its muscles bulged and ripple, The way they done so with such minimal effort only served to arouse him even more, its individual splits and striations so defined they;’d make the greatest bodybuilder alive envious! “Kiss it.”

Mark didn’t even hesitate, lowering himself even further so it looked as though he was literally bowing down to the powerful woman. The prospect of her becoming his new step-mum still bit at the forefront of his mind, but in the heat of the present moment it was insignificant compared with being given the chance to kiss her body. The kiss itself was slow yet undeniably fueled by passion, a hand delicately caressing her calf.

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At Long Last, Six Years Later

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This continues the story of Rhonda, the curvy mature who met her true love late in life.

Two years after we became a couple, Tim asked me to marry him, saying he wanted me to get life insurance, and part of his pension, if something happened to him. I readily agreed, and we were married by a judge, and took a short honeymoon trip to Niagara Falls. The next 3 years were some of the happiest of my life. Tim was a good husband, good provider, and as I’ve told, a great lover. We had sex often, in a variety of places and positions. He never asked to do me in my ass, although I would have let him, but we explored many other fun things together. All that ended when he was killed in an accident at work. The days after were a blur, I was numb, but the night after the funeral, I cried and cried, for hours. I was devastated, I had loved him like no other man, and now he was gone. My employer gave me a week off, with pay, and that helped, but it felt like I was in a constant daze for several weeks. Time is a healer, and I’m a pretty strong lady, and as the months passed I came to grips with what had happened. I missed him, but decided I wanted to be happy for the time we had together, and get on with my life. Tim would have wanted me to do that.

A little over a year later found me still at work at the insurance company. I still worked the front desk, along with another girl, Sally. We had become good friends. Sally was, to be blunt, crude as hell, but I found her hilarious, so we got along great. She is a bigger gal, like me, but wears clothes that show off her curves. It was late in the afternoon, in the heat of the summer, when a customer came in. His name was Jaso, and he was from a small country in West Africa. He and several dozen of his people had come to the US to work at a factory in a small town 30 miles away. Housing there was scarce, so a majority had bought homes or found rentals in our community. Jaso was one of those who commuted, and was a good customer, always polite and paying on time, and often sending friends and relatives to our company. I liked his happy personality, and his voice with it’s lilting accent. He always greeted us with a big hello and an even bigger smile. He wasn’t a big man, less than six feet tall, but he was lean and muscular. In his mid 40s, his hair was showing the first hints of gray. He was a good looking man.

Today, he swept in the front door with his usual greeting. “Hello Hello, how are you to-day?” I looked up, smiling at his boisterous entrance.

“Hi Jaso. I’m fine. How are you?”

“Yes, yes, I am very good, thank you. I want to pay my bill, please.” I got up from my desk, and walked up to the counter. I bent over to get a payment from under the counter. When I stood up, his eyes were gleaming. He blinked, and gave me a huge smile.

“There you go, you’re paid up for another two months.” I said after counting out his change, and having him sign the receipt.

“Very good, very good, thank you. You are a very nice lady, thank you.”

“Aw, thank you. You’re very nice too.” When I said that, he smiled even bigger. For a second, his eyes darted to my chest, then just as fast looked back up at me.

Oh, yes, thank you very much. You are very nice.” With that, he gave me a nod of the head, and left. “Goodbye, goodbye.” he yelled over his shoulder as he went through the door.

“He cracks me up.” I laughed to Sally. “I wish all out customers were that cheerful.”

“Yeah, he is that.” she agreed. “He was also checking you out.” I whirled around and looked at her.

“What?”

“You heard me, he was checking you out. When you bent over at the counter, I saw him lean over and look down, must have looking down your shirt, his eyes got big as saucers.” Then she gave a big cackling laugh. Like I said, Sally’s comments don’t bother me, but I had to give it right back.

“You’re nuts. he was probably looking at you.” Sally was showing a generous amount of cleavage today.

“No honey, he didn’t so much as look at me. All he could see was those girls of yours.” Then she threw her head back and laughed again.

“You are so full of it.” I said, acting offended. She finally composed herself, and gave me a mock serious look.

“Rhonda, it’s true, when you bend over, you can see damn near everything. And he was looking too, so don’t tel me I’m full of it.” She sat back in her chair with a smug expression.

“Well, so what if he did?” I was laughing at our argument, but at the same time, I was thinking, I had caught Jaso looking at my boobs. But, again, so what?

Later, when I was at home, I had a thought. Walking to the bedroom with my phone, I stood back from the full-length mirror, bent over, held the phone out over my head, and took a picture. I had to do it a couple of times to get the right angle, but when I did, I was kinda shocked. When I bent over, my loose fitting top hung down away from my body. At the same time, my boobs swung down Mersin Escort and out from my chest, hanging straight down. My bra was for comfort, not stays or wires, so it went wherever my boobs went. My top also had a scoop neck, so the end result was, Sally was right, I could see nearly all my pendulous boobs. I thought about Jaso staring at them, and got a little bit of a tingle. Shaking my head, I shoved that thought to the back of my mind, and deleted the pictures. The next morning, I decided I didn’t care, and dressed the way I always did. My bosses had never said anything, neither did HR, so I wasn’t going to worry about it. Besides, Sally gave them a lot more to drool over, with her push-up bras and gaudy tights.

A week later, I stopped for groceries after work, and came home to find a truck and cargo trailer next door. The place had been for sale for a while. Hope they aren’t dirty or loud, I thought as I walked into my house. When I walked out a few minutes later to get the mail, I was surprised to see Jaso carrying a cardboard box into the house. He saw me, sat down the box, and came hustling over, waving at me. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweatpants and sneakers. I gave a tiny gasp, he was very muscular and chiseled, dark brown skin shiny with perspiration. I couldn’t help myself, had to look, and a quick glance confirmed he had a sizable bulge inside his sweats.

“Hello Hello. I am renting this house. I am your neighbor.” He grabbed my hand and shook it, giving me a huge smile.

“I see that. Welcome to the neighborhood. Now, don’t forget to come to the office and change your address.”

“Oh yes, I must do that. Can you do that for me, nice lady?” The way he said it made me laugh.

“Of course, but only because you’re so nice. Your house number is 127, right?” he looked confused,then laughed and broke out in an other big grin.

“Oh, yes yes, that is the number, yes. And yes, I am nice to you also.” He continued to hold my hand, and for the first time, I paid attention to his face. Dark skin as I have said, close cut nappy hair with flecks of gray, mostly smooth skin with a few small pockmarks, a nice mustache, broad nose, and full lips. His sweat pants rode low on his hips, low enough that in front the top of his pubic patch was peeking out. He was a very good looking man, and very sexy too!

While he was holding my hand, and chattering, he stealing quick looks at my chest. I was wearing a top that showed a fair amount of cleavage, and his eyes kept straying to my boobs. It gave me a bit of a thrill, really, and I felt my nipples harden. His eyes opened wide, and he stopped talking, just for a second.

“Ah, yes, yes, ah, would you like to see my house?” I gently took my hand from his.

“Oh, thank you for the offer, but I need to get my groceries inside. I’ll come over another time, if that’s okay?” He looked disappointed.

“Okay, yes, very good. I must go, thank you, goodbye.” I felt bad as he turned and walked back to the box he had left on the sidewalk, it was obvious he was unhappy. But, my groceries did need put away, so I went inside. As I bustled around, I couldn’t stop thinking about Jaso. It upset me that I might have hurt his feelings. I also couldn’t get the sight of him out of my head. His muscular chest and rippled abs kept popping into my thoughts, as well as the big bulge in his pants. My god, how big could he be? Then I shook my head, I those thoughts weren’t going to help me at all. But, later that night, in bed, they crept back. I pictured myself running my hands over his chest, down his flat stomach, and under the waistband of his sweats, to find an immense cock that barely fit my hand. The fantasy in my head was making me squirm on my bed, and rub my thighs together. It had been so long!

I didn’t see Jaso for several days, he apparently worked second shift, so he was gone before I came home from work. When I would leave in the morning, his car would be in his driveway. Images of his hard body drifted into my thoughts at random times. Sally commented I needed a vacation, but she was wrong, I needed something else. A few nights later, I was soaking in the tub, letting the stress of the day melt away, and pondering why my new neighbor had me so hot and bothered. In my heart, I still loved Tim very much. I thought about him every day, and some days missing him would get the tears started. Then, slowly, as I turned the matter over in my head, I came to understand that I also missed something else. Tim and I had a very active sex life, usually 4-5 times a week. For me, it had been making up for lost time. I loved sex, and Tim was a great lover, always giving me at least one orgasm before finishing himself. Again, I felt myself getting wet as I remembered how his tongue felt lapping up and down my pussy, and rolling around my clit, and his big fingers felt when they would slide down over my belly and slip inside me. I remembered arching Mersin Escort Bayan my back as the contractions in my womb and pussy rippled through, then spreading my legs wide to receive his big cock. My hand stole down between my legs and my fingertip found my hard throbbing clit. All it took was a few quick rubs, and I came hard, splashing water out on the floor as my hips bucked and thrashed.

Later, lying in bed, I was more calm and rational. I missed Tim, no question, but I also missed sex, and something in my neighbor Jaso had stoked the fires. The question was, what to do? And, did I want to do anything about it? Should I? The questions ran together, and I finally fell asleep. The following morning was Saturday, and I slept in. When I woke up, I felt much better, and was making some coffee and toast when I heard a noise from next door. Stepping out onto the back porch, I heard a lawn mower roar into life in Jaso’s back yard. He has Saturday off too, I thought. Good for him. I’d finished my toast and was sipping at my coffee when I heard the sound of the mower cough and die. Curious, I made my way to the back porch again.

Between my house, and Jaso, is a tall privacy fence with some small trees and shrubs scattered along its length. But, my little house sits on a high foundation, high enough I can see over top of the fence, and into most of his yard. When I looked through the porch window, I could Jaso’s mower sitting in the yard. Then Jason came into view, carrying a gas can. Ah, that was what happened. Jaso was dressed in a pair of bright red running shorts, sneakers, and nothing else. Without thinking, I licked my lips as I looked at him bending over his mower, his black skin shining in the sun. His legs were just as muscular as the rest of him. Then he straightened up, looked around furtively, and dropped his shorts! I gasped as his cock came into view, it was long, and it was thick. He lifted it with his hand, and proceeded to take a leak, right there in the middle of his yard. The memory of Tim doing the same thing on the other side of my house cam rushing back. And like that time, I was transfixed by the sight of a big cock in plain sight, standing there staring, my hand over my mouth.

Jaso finished his business, shook his cock, and pulled his shorts back up, a big lump visible in front. He pulled the rope on the mower a couple of times, and he was back to mowing, unaware I had seen him in his manly naked glory. Now, my mind was racing, I was just as aroused as I had been last night. I poured another cup of coffee to steady myself, and to give me something to do while I collected my thoughts. I wanted to go next door, so I could look at him again, but I didn’t have the brass to just march over there. Sally would, I thought, and laughed softly. I recalled her claim that Jaso had leaned over the counter to look down my top, and also when he had been eyeing me on the sly when he was holding my hand. Was he interested, or just liked looking at boobs? What would he do if I flashed him, I thought with a grin, followed by the thought that he’d run when he saw my belly hanging under my boobs. I shook my head, and started to do laundry. But the thoughts kept coming back, along with the urge to see him. The mower had stopped and Jaso was inside, so I couldn’t spy on him. It was when I open the refrigerator that the idea came to me: I would take a house warming meal to him. I rummaged around and found the ingredients for a casserole, put it in the oven to bake, then decided to take a shower.

After my shower, I was drying my hair, trying to decide what to wear, and veering back and forth between provocative and conservative. What was I wanting to do here, anyway? I was taking him food, like a good neighbor, that was fine. Then what? What did I want to happen? Do I want to have sex with Jaso? I had to admit, the idea was very appealing, especially in my semi-aroused state. But then what? Did I want a boyfriend, or just a friend with benefits, or just a friend? Rationally, I knew I should take him the dish, and leave, and keep it on a polite basis, nothing more. But I kept seeing that muscular body with the incredible cock, and finally being honest with myself, admitted I wanted to see if he was interested, and if he was, go for it and to hell with the consequences. So put a little cologne in a few strategic spots, combed out my hair, and got dressed. That was the easy part, a simple t-shirt, and some plaid flannel sweat pants. No bra, no panties. I slipped on some flip-flops, put the casserole dish in a carrier, and walked over to his front door. I rang the bell and waited, my heart pounding. God, I was nervous. I’d never done anything like this in my life! You brazen hussy, I thought, and laughed.

The door opened, and Jaso poked his head out, a frown on his face, which immediately changed to huge smile when he saw it was me.

“Hello nice lady!” I held out the dish to him.

“I brought Escort Mersin you some food, to welcome you to the neighborhood.”

“Ah, yes yes, please, please, come in.” He stepped aside and opened the door wide to let me in. After he closed the door, he led me to the kitchen, took the casserole from me and out it in the refrigerator. It was when he turned around and saw how I was dressed, that he stopped and stared. The thin t-shirt was very revealing. I had looked in the mirror, and almost chickened out, i could easily see my boobs under it, and my big nipples were very obvious. Now I was standing in front of this handsome black man, letting him look me over, knowing what he was seeing. And it was turning me on.

” Ah…ah…yes, thank you for the food, that is very nice.” he said, blinking and looking up at me. He looked a bit puzzled, but he glanced at my chest again, and this time when he looked up, I could see the gleam in his eyes, the same that was there when he checked me out in the office. It was confirmed by the growing bulge in his shorts. I noticed he had changed, and that he also smelled nice, very nice in fact.

“Do you still want to show me your house? I have time today.” I said, breaking the awkward silence. He gave me a blank look, which changed to another big smile.

“I did ask you that, but I thought you did not want to. I told myself, I had tried too much, but now I am happy, you are here, and yes, you should see my house.” He held out his hand. I hesitated, just for a second, then put my hand in his, and he led me on a short tour, including his back yard. I didn’t ell him I could see over the fence, just that I could hear his mower this morning.

“The landlord, he say, I must mow the grass. He give me a mower, show me how to mow, and say that I will pay less if I mow the grass. This, I am happy to do, I will work, if I can pay less.” He smiled, obviously proud of himself.

The tour ended at the small bedroom in the back of the house. Like the rest of the house, it was neat and clean, picked up, with the bed made. Still holding his hand, I said, “You have a nice house, and you keep it very clean. That’s nice, most men don’t.”

“Ah, yes, you see, I do not like, how is it you say, a mess?” I nodded. “I am happy that you like it.” he said. Once again, the conversation lagged as he took in my pendulous boobs under the thin material, the swollen nipples pushing out against it. I decided to take a chance.

“Yes I do like a clean house. I think you like something I have, too.” His eyes shot up, a wary look on his face. When he say me grinning, he relaxed.

“Yes, yes I do.” he said, the loud boisterous voice replaced by one that was deep and sensuous. “You are very nice, very pretty.”

“Aw, thank you, that’s sweet. But I’m pretty, really.” He took my hand in both of his, and raised it to his lips.

“Ah, you are wrong, you are pretty, very pretty. And also…” He stopped, dropped my hand, and with his, made curving motions. I knew what he meant, and smiled.

“Thank you, that is very nice of you.” Then, another awkward silence, neither of us saying anything, just looking at each other.

Without thinking, I moved closer to him, and put my hand on his chest, feeling the bristly hair under my palm. He didn’t move, just stared at me with hunger and need in his eyes. My hand moved on it’s own, I watched as it slid to the side onto the hard muscle of his chest, and my finger played over the dark nipple on its surface. Now he responded, raising his own hand and cupping my boob from underneath, squeezing it gently. I gave a tiny gasp as he rubbed his thumb over my nipple, sending shock waves through me and making my legs tremble. It was all I needed, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my body against his. Our lips met, and his tongue shot into my mouth as his hand continued to squeeze and fondle my boob. His other hand grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against him, I could feel his cock press into my belly. We stood there, making out, his full lips seeming to engulf mine as his fat tongue fought mine into submission. It was very exciting, my heart was pounding in my chest, I was almost shaking. Thoughts of anything else were gone, all I could think of was how much I wanted to get my clothes off, and to have this hot sexy man on top of me, his cock pumping into me. I responded in kind, sliding my hands down to cup his muscular ass, pulling him into me, and grinding myself against his cock.

Jaso stopped kissing me, looked at me, then gently pushed me away. Fear shot through my mind, but only for a second, because he took the tail of my shirt, and pulled it up to reveal the expanse of my white belly with my huge boobs laying flat on it. “Off.” he whispered, and I lifted my arms, letting him pull the shirt up and off. He tossed it aside, and took a tit in each hand, lifting, squeezing, pressing them together, and rolling the nipples. I couldn’t help myself, I put my hands behind my head and arched my back, shoving my tits at him, loving the intense sensations he was giving me. Then he leaned forward and sucked in a swollen nipple, and I staggered, almost falling. He caught me before I could fall.

“Nice lady, are you fine?” he asked.

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Autumn Passion

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Jeff sighed and leaned back in his chair, full and satisfied from the delicious dinner Laurel had made. She’d baked chicken breasts and thighs in peach salsa and served it with white rice, sweet cornbread, and a garden salad. “That was great, thanks Hon,” he said, smiling at her. “Shall we go sit outside and get some fresh air for a bit?”

“Sure, let me just clear the table.” Laurel stood and took up their plates. Jeff followed her, bringing the casserole dish. He helped her finish the table then they went out to the back deck.

The air was cool with a slight tang of the damp woods behind their house. Their property was on a ridge and from the back yard they had a splendid view of the valley beyond. Fall was Laurel’s favorite time of year and she could spend hours sitting out back, taking in the glorious riot of colors blanketing the hills that embraced the valley. Vivid reds, oranges and yellows cascaded from their yard out as far as one could see. She shivered a little as the chill seeped through her light shirt and Jeff put his arm around her as they sat on the bench swing. Laurel cuddled close to him as they relaxed, listening to the evening sounds of the woods. There were fewer crickets and frogs this late in the year, but their songs could still be heard. A squirrel shimmied up a tree in surprise at the humans’ appearance. It paused on the lowest branch squeaking and flicking its tail in irritation at their intrusion into its domain. A few birds softly chirped and flitted in amongst the branches.

As the sun dipped lower, the hills on the west side cast long shadows like ink stains spreading across the valley floor and edging up the eastern side. Twilight diffused dark indigo across the sky, which slowly melted down to the faded horizon. Stars began to emerge, faintly twinkling, waiting in deference to the sun’s complete exit before shining too brightly.

Laurel felt quite cozy as their body heat merged. She was slightly turned towards him, resting her head on his chest. She loved listening to his heartbeat and breathing create a rhythm with nature’s music from the woods around them. The embrace of his arm around her was comforting. Darkness was descending, softly enveloping their surroundings. They could feel the dampness settling on them.

“Well, my love, let’s move inside. I’ll get a fire going and we can continue our cuddling in front of the fireplace,” Jeff said as he kissed the top of Laurel’s head. Her hair was so soft against his lips.

“That’s fine. It’s getting cold, anyway. I’ll clean up the kitchen while you start the fire.” She sat up and smiled, looking into his hazel eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her, gently placing his hand on the back of her head. Now she shivered from the heat of his kiss, rather than the damp, chilly air. She put her hand on his chest and pushed away, then stood up. “Come on Romeo, let’s get inside. Seduction and catching cold do not mix,” she teased. As she turned to leave Jeff swatted her on the behind and she squealed and dashed into the house with him close on her heels.

They wrestled in the kitchen tickling each other and laughing. Laurel side-stepped over to the sink and turned on the water. As Jeff advanced on her she cupped her hand under the water and started to splash him. He growled and pushed her away then proceeded to do the same to her. She screamed and tried to run away but he grabbed her arm and liberally doused her with cold H2O. Soon, her shirt was plastered to her body, outlining her ample breasts.

“Jeff! Stop it! All right, already, I concede!” Laurel was laughing so hard she could barely get the words out. “Look at me!”

“Yeah, look at you. I rather like how you look, with your interesting shapes all nicely revealed!” He laughed, too, and turned the water off, letting go of her arm. “I’m sorry, Honey…but you asked for it!”

“You’re not sorry. You’re a twit! Now go start that fire. I’ll need to warm up as soon as I get the dishwasher loaded and out of these wet clothes.” She playfully pushed him away from the sink and toward the door to the living room.

“Call me and I’ll be happy to help with the taking off the clothes part!” Jeff volunteered as he dashed out of the room before she could throw something at him.

When she was finished cleaning the kitchen Laurel went upstairs to the bathroom to change out of her wet shirt. She unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it from her skin, tossing it into the tub. Little goose bumps popped up all over her arms and as she pulled her bra off her nipples were hard and taut from the cold. She briskly rubbed her arms and breasts with a towel to dry off as well as to warm up. Her nipples tingled as she played them with the soft towel. Laurel smiled to herself, thinking of Jeff’s warm hands cupping her breasts and his hot mouth sucking her nipples.

Kicking off her sneakers she unzipped her jeans and slid them down her shapely legs. She had bought new lotion with a subtle but provocative fragrance and thought now would be a great time to try it. Squirting it into Rize Escort her palm made her imagine receiving Jeff’s precious semen in her cupped hand. She rubbed the cream all over her smooth legs and arms. Then she brushed out her auburn hair wanting to look just right. Jeff loved that she’d let her hair grow out, now shoulder length, soft and shiny. She grabbed her thick fleece robe off the back of the bathroom door, slipped it on, then went downstairs.

Jeff was sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace; his back was to the stairs. He heard the middle stair squeak and he turned to look over his shoulder to see Laurel descending. He smiled thinking how lovely she looked. Whenever he looked into her hazel eyes he always thought she must be an old soul; her eyes were thoughtful, beautiful, and very expressive. Her lips were sensuously shaped, not too thick or thin, and peaked nicely under her nose. Jeff thought she had the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. Although, at the same time, he could not help but think of how her lips looked encircling his erect penis; her luscious mouth was a perfect fit for him.

“Well, you’re just in time for the start of the show,” Jeff said as Laurel came around the couch and tucked one leg underneath her as she sat down, semi-facing him. Her robe was tightly tucked around her waist and upper body, but her legs were left revealed. Jeff lightly touched the exposed part of her leg she had folded under as he handed her a glass of wine.

“What show? Did you rent a movie?” she asked, taking the glass from him. She sipped the wine and glanced at the TV. Yet she heard the low music of soft jazz playing and looked at him with her eyebrows raised in question.

“No. I’m talking about the Jeff and Laurel show!” He leaned back away from her and eyed her with an incredulous expression. “The show of amour! Didn’t you get your script?”

“Script? I think ad-libbing is more fun.” Laurel looked at the fireplace. The flames consumed the small logs with a healthy appetite. The heat was beginning to radiate out to the couch and felt good on her face and hands. “That fire is just what I needed. I wonder if I didn’t catch a chill being outside, after all.”

Jeff leaned close to her and nuzzled her neck. He laughed and said, “Hmmm…I’m on fire for you, I’ll heat you up soon enough!” He stroked her naked thigh with his fingertips. She sighed contentedly as he kissed his way up to her earlobe to nibble and suck it. “You smell wonderful, is that a new scent? I like it very much,” he whispered.

Laurel started to answer but he brushed her lips with his. He teased her sumptuous lips with the very tip of his tongue. Then he moved down, gently biting and kissing to the hollow of her throat. She moaned softly and tilted her head back slightly. Jeff parted the top of her robe exposing her full breasts and gazed at them for a few moments, taking in their silken beauty. He traced his fingertips from her collarbone down along the underside of her left breast up in between her cleavage, then under the right breast, curving around the side up to her shoulder. Jeff smiled as he saw her nipples become erect and the little bumps rose on her areolas.

Laurel finished her wine and leaned back to set the glass on the end table. Doing so pushed her breasts out which Jeff took advantage of by taking one into his mouth. She gasped as he sucked hard and flicked her erect, pink bud with his tongue. Her hand moved to the back of his head, securing him to her. His free hand rubbed up and down her velvet-smooth thigh, tantalizingly close to her pussy. Laurel leaned back into the cushions, completely opening her robe for him. Jeff pushed the robe off her shoulders and held her in place. Starting from her left shoulder he slowly planted kisses along her collarbone, across her chest, licking and sucking every inch, to the opposite collarbone and shoulder. Her nipples were teased by the scratch of his wool sweater as his body moved across hers. Laurel giggled in delight, as tingling sensations rippled from her hard, little pebbles throughout her body.

Jeff let her lean forward a bit to pull her arms out of the robe. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly while he kissed her. His tongue freely explored over her teeth, the roof of her mouth, and played with her tongue. She reached her fingers to their mouths, feeling their lips, and she thought of when she’d played her fingers on his cock as he’d pumped her pussy. Then she caressed his face, raked her fingers through his hair, traced the shell of his ears, and trailed down his neck and down to the hem of his sweater. She began to pull it up and he lifted his arms as she pulled it over his head and tossed it to the end of the couch. She ran her hands over the muscular curves of his arms and shoulders. Feeling his fine, warm skin created a deeper connection for her, as if beginning to melt into him.

Laurel kissed him and gently pushed him back as she sat straight. She brushed delicate kisses on his forehead, his eyes, and down his nose. Rize Escort Bayan “Mmmm…you feel and taste so fine, my lover, I just wish I could soak you up through my fingers and lips,” she murmured and licked his lips then kissed his chin. She flicked her fingertips across his tiny nipples bringing them to immediate attention. She always thought they were so cute and loved to tease them. She gently bit his throat and shifted backward on the couch. While pinching and twisting his right nipple with her fingers she closed her mouth over his left one, biting and sucking. Jeff moaned and adjusted his hips so he could lie farther back. Then Laurel switched her mouth to his left nipple, giving equal treatment to both. Her fingers lightly danced on his skin, tracing curly-queues down his sides and belly. He jerked a little and laughed, not expecting to be tickled.

Her hands finally found the edge of his jeans and she slipped her fingertips just inside, teasing back and forth but not quite going near the zipper. He ran his hand through her hair and pressed lightly, signaling his desire to her. “You’re so impatient. Just relax, Baby,” she whispered and looked up at him. He smiled at her but left his fingers in her soft hair. Turning her attention to his jeans, she released the button from its hole then holding each edge of the open gap, she grasped the zipper tongue in her teeth and ever so slowly pulled it down. Jeff tried hard not to lose his composure and just let her play at her leisure. She reached inside and softly laughed upon discovering he wasn’t wearing shorts. “Seems you planned ahead! You were so sure you’d get lucky tonight?”

“Oh God, Baby,” Jeff sighed and shivered as he felt her soft fingers wrap around his hard shaft and pull him out of his confines. Her hand stroked the length of his cock as she brought her lips to the crown. He propped himself on his elbows for a better view. The sight of her sweet, pink tongue licking and swirling around the head just mesmerized him. His heart pounded and it was all he could do not to force his steel hard rod down her throat. “Laurel, Honey…suck me, come on, don’t tease. Suck my dick.”

“You’re no fun. I want to play and you know you love it. Just close your eyes and let yourself relax,” she murmured between kisses and licks. She gently squeezed the ridge on the underside of his cock between her incisors, making her way down to his balls, then back up again. Then, starting from the base of his shaft she began to lick in upward motions, alternating fluttering her tongue and just a straight, long lick. She took her time going all the way around the circumference of his long column of hot flesh. She pressed her lips to his scrotum then opened her mouth wide to take in one of his balls. She sucked it and rolled it in her mouth while she pumped his rod with her hand. She moaned with contentment and he sighed as he felt the vibrations on his ball. Laurel moved to his other testicle, enjoying the shape and weight of it in her mouth, against her tongue. As her mouth pleasured him her fingers pressed and tickled the flesh between his sack and anus.

Jeff released her hair and leaned back, closing his eyes. He suddenly realized he was rolling his hips up and down, very slightly, in rhythm with her hand stroking his meaty shaft. He tensed when he felt her fingers under his balls and had a fleeting thought that she might slip her finger into his ass. He wondered how he would react to that. He’d certainly entertained the idea of fucking her delicious ass. But he refocused on his cock as he felt her lips and tongue work up to the tip. Again, she flicked her tongue across the tiny opening of his penis and then he felt hot flesh against hot flesh as she finally brought her mouth down over the head. He reached down and grabbed her hair but resisted the urge to shove her down onto him. Her full, heavy breasts brushed back and forth on the inside of his thighs. This in turn caused her nipples to rub back and forth on the fabric of the cushion, which was extremely stimulating. The combination of this fantastic sensation and sucking his rock hard cock was thrilling! She could feel her cunt twitch as her juices began to liberally flow.

Laurel was immensely enjoying herself. His cock was so thick and rock hard in her mouth. She loved the feel and taste of his long spear. She moved up and down, purposely slow, so as to be able to work him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around as she sucked and slurped his sweet flesh. He heard and felt her moan as she sucked harder. He flexed his fist and pulled her hair in excitement. She brought her left hand up, and gripping his shaft, began to pump him from the bottom up as she relaxed her mouth for a moment. He watched her small, pale hand quickly sliding along his length and thought it looked so beautiful against his smooth, ruddy skin.

She soaked the fingers on her other hand with her saliva then smeared it on his tight little anus. She repeated this a few times, keeping him distracted as she continued to jerk Escort Rize his cock. She returned her mouth to his straining rod and eased her fingertip into his ass. When it dawned on him what she was doing he tensed up. She continued to glide her mouth up and down, but also slipped her finger in and out of his anus. He suddenly realized that her finger felt quite good. It was only in as far as her second knuckle and her finger was small, so it was just enough to rouse the sensitive tissues inside the tight muscle ring of his ass hole.

“God, Laurel! That feels good, Baby, keep doing it!” Her finger in his ass spurred him on and he pushed her head down and began to fuck her mouth hard. “Yes! Suck my dick, Baby. Come on, suck it harder!” Jeff gasped and gripped tightly to her hair.

“You love for me to fuck your mouth, don’t you? You are so hungry for my dick you can’t get enough. You have to have it in your hot cunt of a mouth, don’t you?” he urged her on. Watching his hips thrust up to her face, her mouth sucking his cock, feeling her finger work his ass was building up his orgasm in a hurry, now. He wanted to prolong it, but he wanted to shoot his cum down her throat at the same time. Finally he could fight it no longer, “Fuck, Baby, I’m going to come! Are you ready for me? Come on, suck me dry!” he yelled. As the sperm rushed up from deep inside, as it sped its way up his dick, he grabbed Laurel’s head with both hands and hung on. “Ohhhhh! Damn! Take it! Ahhhhhnnnnn!” he yelled as his hot, creamy cum shot out of him into her sweet mouth. Laurel squeezed her eyes shut and quickly swallowed, taking his juices into her. He bucked against her, grunting with each hard spasm. Jeff felt his whole body was just buzzing with orgasmic energy. He shuddered as she slowly released his cock from her mouth and pulled away.

Laurel needed to catch her breath. She was overwhelmed by the intensity of his climax. Her own joy and excitement was heightened, she loved to feel his cock, feel his cum shoot against the roof of her mouth and down her throat. Her pussy twitched and leaked and burned for his touch. Finger, tongue, or cock…come what may…all she could think of was him stimulating her cunt to distraction!

Jeff laughed softly and stroked her hair. The firelight played the red highlights and shine on her soft tresses. He looked down and felt lost in her soft, deep eyes. He played with one of her breasts as he composed himself. Then he reached down and pulled her up to him, deeply kissing her. His tongue forced into her mouth, he took her almost viciously. All of a sudden he felt impatient to fuck her, and fuck her very hard! He could even feel his limp penis start to rise to the occasion.

He guided her down to the carpet and left her there so he could stir the fire. He turned to stand over her, the poker in one hand, his cock filling up once again, thrust out in front of him. “Oh Baby…I want all of you. Will you trust me? Will you give yourself to me?”

Laurel looked up his tall, thick body, his manhood at virile attention. Then her gaze fell upon the poker in his hand. He was standing over her, and in a sudden rush she felt his command of the situation. He hastily returned the poker to its stand and stepped over her, straddling her. She wondered what it would be like to take a spanking from him. The very idea stirred her. She flinched as he knelt down and grasped her breasts, digging his fingers into her large, firm globes. She felt excited, yet wary of his sudden aggression. Jeff leaned down and passionately kissed her. He coaxed her tongue into his mouth and sucked hard on it.

He pinned her beneath him with his pelvis thrust against her, his hands with a solid grip on her tits. “Darling, I’m going to fuck you so well and hard you won’t want me to stop!” he whispered in her ear. Then he moved down her throat, sucking and biting, leaving a trail of red on her pale skin. For a few moments Laurel felt panic in the pit of her stomach from his words and squirmed under him. This only seemed to enflame his excitement and he sucked and bit one of her breasts. He gave her nipple rough treatment and moaned as he enjoyed doing so. Laurel gasped and tried to push him away. Jeff grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and held them over her head. He moved to her other breast making loud sucking noises, making a feast of her tits. “God, you taste so good, Baby,” he growled.

Laurel could feel his engorged cock pressing hard against her, almost painfully so. She knew she could trust him, that he would not hurt her. Yet he had never been this forceful. He seemed a little crazed, with a ravenous hunger for her body. Suddenly he released her wrists and sat up. “I think we could appreciate each other more in bed,” he said as he leaned back and stood up. He secured the glass doors in front of the fireplace then pulled Laurel to her feet. She felt a little overwhelmed and held tightly to his arm as she followed him up the stairs. “Lie down on the bed and relax,” he said as he turned on a small lamp on the dresser. The dim light did little to push back the shadows, but it cast a soft, intimate glow. “I’m going to kiss, lick, suck, and fuck you until you are lost in a state of total euphoria. Laurel, I love you. I am so hot for you and I want to give you such fantastic pleasure.”

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I work for a large city firm as a PA to a senior manager, which means that I have to dress and act very respectably. The trouble is that the majority of my company is male and sometimes, if I’m bored or if the work is slow I’ll wander around the building chatting to the guys, or they come to my desk for a gossip and a harmless flirt. Sometimes this gets me in trouble with my boss but I think he fancies me and so doesn’t say too much.

This morning was a particularly boring and I found myself sitting at my desk day dreaming. Lunch changed things around though when this delicious looking client came in and was so fantastically sexy he made me feel very horny just thinking about him.

Obviously, I acted like the ultimate professional whilst he was there but when he left I leant back in my chair and started to fantasise about him. Leaning back like that made my skirt rise up my thigh revealing the top of my black hold up stockings.

I watched as my finger tips ran over my breasts, tracing the outline of my lace bra under my tight white shirt. Oops! My nipples started to harden and push against the material making them really obvious.

I looked around and seeing no one was near I popped open another shirt button revealing a little more cleavage and giggled knowing there were at least 100 guys working just feet away from my open office door and none of them knew what I was thinking or doing.

I gently stroked my inner thighs feeling the soft material of my stockings and dreamt it was the client’s hand down there.

Under the desk I tugged at my skirt pulling it up higher revealing the crisp whiteness of my thong and watched as people walked past my open office door as I pulled my thong tight across my tight little pussy.

I felt so horny and very mischievous but couldn’t be too obvious, so I slowly tugged down my thong and quickly stuffed it into my coat pocket on the back of my chair and might have even blushed as I sat at my desk with no panties on.

I ran my fingers across my plump pink pussy lips and rubbed my clit a little and felt the warm glow of my juices trickle out and down across my bum. I love touching my pussy, especially as I’d waxed last night so it was really soft and very smooth. The naughty thought of making myself cum in the office was incredibly tempting and almost too exciting but I had an idea and wanted to tease someone before I exploded over my fingers.

I stood up, straightened my skirt, which was fairly short with Ordu Escort a hem well above my knee and walked seductively out into the main office, wiggling my hips. I walked over to the coffee machine and accidentally dropped my money on the floor and slowly bent over with straight legs and knew one or two guys were looking as my skirt pulled tight across my ass and rose higher revealing more of my slender legs and stockings.

As I stood, I ran my hands over my firm ass as if to smooth out the material and wondered if they realised I wasn’t wearing panties?

I looked a round the office and spotted Adam, a guy I knew quite well and had fancied for a while. I strolled over to him and sat next to him, tugged my skirt up higher and pretending not to notice his eyes out on stalks as I flashed my stocking tops and long silky legs. We chatted and flirted for a little while as I chewed the end of my pencil seductively and looked deep into his eyes. Occasionally he would playfully touch my knee, which was all quite fun but I wanted more than just a flirt.

So next, I sat on the corner of his desk and practically spread my legs in front of him flashing my thighs and secretly hoping he would look up my skirt and catch a glimpse of my exposed shaven pussy.

I leant forward flashing my cleavage and my breasts held tightly in my shirt and watched him blush as he looked down my top at my large breasts. Success! I could see a bulge growing in his pants and the more he tried to hide it, the more it spurred me on.

I asked if he wanted anything from the stationary cupboard … embarrassed and unable to stand up with a hard on he said no. I pulled a sad face and said that was a shame, jumped down from his desk and wiggled over to the large cupboard and knew his eyes were following every move of my cute ass. I looked back at him as I opened the door with a lustful cheeky smile and walked in.

Once inside I realised I didn’t actually want anything in there and was kind of stuck but suddenly the door opened and Adam walked in … I thought I would give you a hand he said. I smiled up at him innocently and said ummm, I was just getting something from that box on the top shelf. I quickly grabbed a ladder and started to climb it and as he held the bottom of the ladder steady I could tell by his quivering voice that he could see right up my skirt at my naked ass and pussy. This felt so naughty and I could hardly believe I’d taken it this far but now that I had, I Ordu Escort Bayan decided to play on it a little. I wriggled around on the ladder pretending to move the box but only managed to open my legs a little wider and let him have a beautifully clear view of my nakedness.

When I came down Adam held my waist to steady me and we were so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. Nervously he asked if I got what I wanted. I smiled a naughty smile and accidentally let my hand brush the obvious bulge in his trousers. Surprisingly, Adam took the next move and kissed my mouth deeply. Strangely, I was a bit shocked but soon responded by kissing him back and let out a quiet moan of pleasure and lust as my tongue slipped into his warm mouth to explore.

We only kissed for a few seconds and I stroked his strong arms holding me close. His hands stroked my sides and pulled my shirt free from my skirt. We stopped kissing and looked deep into each other’s eyes. I bit my lover lip in anticipation and immediately frenziedly grappled with his belt and trouser zip.

I realised the door was unlocked but before I could act he span me round and pushed me across the photocopier. Pausing for a second, he ran his hands over my ass and thighs and started to slowly hitch my skirt up. He let out a soft moan of approving lust and I felt him grope my bare ass cheeks and stroke my hips, then heard him freeing his cock from his trousers. It was so exciting, so disgustingly naughty and I was so turned on by the whole scene that I couldn’t wait to have him in side me.

With my skirt now around my waist framing my ass, Adam’s fingers slid down across my ass and found my waiting pussy. He stroked my pouting pussy lips hard while his other hand pulled my breasts free of my bra. I felt the head of his cock rub up and down the crack of my ass and then along my pussy lips. Impatiently I looked back at him over my shoulder and told him to fuck me … to fuck me hard. He needed no encouragement and started to push the end of his hard cock into me, parting my already very wet lips. I moaned out loud with lust as my tight little wet pussy parted for his lovely large cock. He gripped my hip with one hand and pulled my hair with the other yanking my head back and I felt every inch of his long thick cock push deeper and deeper into my tight little hole.

He started to build a rhythm, pulling out so just the tip was inside me, then plunging his whole length deep into my hot pussy. Working Escort Ordu together, I pushed back against him with every thrust and held the copier tight as he forced me against it hard. Fucking harder and faster, I could hear his moans and groans and tried to stifle my own but it felt so glorious to have him thrusting deep inside of me and even better to be here, in an unlocked stationary cupboard.

Adam must have been feeling braver now and in control as he spanked my ass with one hand while the other massaged my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers. I felt the raw sting of my ass as his hand spanked me hard over and over. Hmm my moans were getting louder as I screamed harder, deeper, faster … he responded and fucked me as hard and deep as he could, thrusting me into the copier.

I felt my pussy tighten around his thrusting cock and the spasms of my orgasm building deep inside. Adam kept on fucking, thrusting harder and spanking my pert ass cheek until I couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded in a quivering mess of an orgasm all over him. My legs buckled beneath me as I came hard and Adam held me up, pushing me against the copier as wave after beautiful wave swept through me. I was out of breath and moaning, looking back over my shoulder at him pounding away.

Oh my god, I can’t remember the last time I came so quick and so hard, it felt so good, my legs were shaking and my pussy was soaking wet and felt like it was on fire.

As soon as my orgasm began to subside Adam lent back and groaned that he was going to cum too. He pulled out quickly and I instinctively turned around, dropped to my knees and gripped his slippery shiny cock tight in one hand and wrapped my mouth around it. I think he was pleasantly shocked as he looked down at me sucking him hard, bobbing my head up and down his delicious shaft and tasting my own juices. He let out a moan and as I looked up I saw him bite his finger to muffle the noise as the first waves of his cum shot out and hit the roof of my mouth. I flinched a little and felt his warm sticky cum splash onto my lips and ooze out over my tongue.

It tasted harsh on the back of my throat and I giggled as my own orgasm was still rebounding around my body as I swallowed his thick hot cum. I kept sucking him nice and hard and massaging his balls until I was satisfied I’d collected every last drop.

Adam leant back against the shelves and I sat on the floor, both quite out of breath. He pushed his still semi hard cock back in his trousers and I tidied myself up as best I could and licked my fingers and lips clean. We stood-up, kissed deeply and tried to keep a straight face as we left the cupboard but I have a feeling we will be meeting in there again very soon.

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Mike’s flight from Bali to Singapore had been uneventful giving him just under two hours to remember the fabulous pussy he had fucked the day before. He could still almost taste her fleshy labia and the way her mouth tasted after she had licked him off. His connecting Air India flight to Bombay was packed with Indians returning from Singapore loaded with shopping. Luckily his company had booked him on business class, which in the Air India jumbo jet is on the upper deck. There were only two other passengers, an elderly Indian couple, in the business seats. The sari-clad flight attendant who had shown him to his seat in the second row had been a gorgeous, dark eyed, fair skinned beauty queen with a smile that could light up his dark bedroom any night. Her jet-black hair was tied in a tight bun behind her head.

“Welcome aboard,” she said her hands folded in front of her sizeable breasts in the traditional namaste greeting. Mike smiled at her and settled down with his in-flight magazine.

He noticed he had a perfect view of the flight attendant preparing the drinks, or whatever it is that they do in their little area. From the back he could see her supremely well-rounded rump. The sari is an amazing use of a few meters of fabric, wrapped so that every area of the feminine body looks just a little more erotic. Skinny asses, he had noticed, looked rounder, and heavier women were made to appear slimmer by simply tying the sari a little different. Under the sari most modern women wear a small half-blouse to cover their breasts and a petticoat. Even then, untying a sari seemed like a delightful a prelude to a fuck. The flight attendant whose ass Mike was appreciating wore her sari low on her hips showing the delectable curves of her fertile body. As she moved, Mike noticed a silver chain around her waist – truly one of the most erotic pieces of jewelry invented.

After take-off, when she brought the drinks, she introduced herself.

“I am Sonia,” she said pouring his apple juice, “Please call on me if you need anything.” Mike thought she had emphasized the last word a little, and felt a little throb in his cock as he stared into her dark brown eyes. He noticed how long her curled eyelashes were, but before he could get lost too deep in them, Sonia let the part of the sari that covered her breasts (he later discovered it is called the palu and central to a number of fantasies of Indian males who forever are wondering what magical secrets are hidden behind the palu) drop for a brief moment, long enough for Mike to catch an appetizing glance of her deep cleavage as it dived into her blouse, dividing two luscious and creamy boobs. Now his cock was throbbing in definite excitement.

“Enjoy your drink,” she said as she walked on to serve the couple at the back of the section.

“What I’d really like is to drink from those,…” he thought, remembering the brief flash of tit flesh he had been treated to. He continued with his magazine, reading an article on yoga in India through dinner. He was about to settle down for a quick shut-eye before they landed in Bombay, when he heard a soft voice next to him,

“Mind if I sit down here?” It was Sonia, “there are so few people here that there is not much to do. I was noticing you reading the article on yoga. Do you practice it?”

“I went for a few classes in my neighborhood, but not many,” he said, captivated again by her flashing eyes, lined by dark eyelashes set against her fair skin. He let his eyes drop to her full, juicy lips.

“How come? Not interested much?”

Mike had a hard time focusing on what she said because her lips were so distractingly luscious.

“Well…actually the guy running the sessions was not that interested in yoga. He was interested in…something else.”

“Like what?” she asked opening her round eyes even wider.

Could this woman make every question sound sexy?

“Actually, he was interested mainly in having sex with the women in the class. So, he would help all the young women stretch by touching them and pushing them, and he would only talk about how each pose could enhance your sex life…”

“But yoga can do that,” she interrupted suddenly. Then flustered, she added, “but you are right, it can do so much more.”

“You sound like a bit of an expert,” he smiled at her.

She gave him her beaming smile, looked at her hands and said, “I give lessons on days that I don’t fly.” Mike noticed that her cleavage was again visible and he was amazed at how firm and full her breasts seemed. Their creamy tops stuck out from her chest as she continued, “but I have never told my students what it could do for their sex…” and any hopes of having her talk more about her sex life vanished when the another flight attendant’s voice announced that we were approaching Bombay.

“I have to go now, it’s been really nice talking to you,” she said softly, giving him with one more view of that hypnotic cleft between her full-force tits.

When he was about to climb Maraş Escort down the stairs after landing, she slipped a boarding pass into his hand. On the back was written, “47783130, call me for yoga lessons, PLEASE”.

Mike reached the airport hotel where he was staying and where he had arranged his meetings the next afternoon. He decided to dial the number on the boarding pass.

“Hello, Sonia here” her lovely voice chimed on the other side.

“Hi, this is your yoga student.”

She laughed like a young girl, “when can you begin lessons?”

He would have liked to have said “Right now, in this bed, with your creamy boobs in my face,” but he thought that may be too forward for this Indian beauty.

“How early can you make it in the morning?” he asked instead. They settled for 9 and she told him her apartment was only a 5 minute taxi ride from his hotel.

The next morning, Mike showered, dressed and jumped into a air-conditioned blue taxi like a teenager going to his prom. He hoped this would end like his prom experience did – with his cock deep inside a gorgeous woman’s pussy. He found her apartment with surprising ease.

She opened the door before he rang the bell as if she had been waiting. She was dressed to fuck, or for yoga, depending on how your mind was working. Her spandex white top stretched over those wet-dream tits of hers, but did little more than emphasize the cleavage Mike had been fantasizing about since the flight. Her waist was exposed and again the silver waist chain arrested him. Finally he forced his eyes off her body and looked at her. She had noticed his obvious tour of her body and smiled at him as she let him in.

“I made some fresh mango juice for us before we begin,” she said walking toward the kitchen. Her long, thick black hair was open today and reached about half way down to her juicy rump. Her tight gym shorts were cut high along the thighs to resemble a bathing suit more than a gym suit. He noticed the elastic fabric entering her ass crack as she swayed away from him. His pecker started rising under his loose shorts.

She handed him a glass of thick, golden nectar and they both sat on the seats facing the balcony. The sun was already high and only a large ceiling fan cooled her apartment. Drops of perspiration formed on her body. He watched a drop fall down her chest and run into her inviting cleavage.

“Come,” she said, and he almost did, wishing he could lick that one drop of sweat from her tits, “let us start with the exercises.” She then walked to the center of the room saying, “Let is begin with the surya namaskar, the salutation of the sun.” She then proceeded to throw her arms back that had the effect of throwing her breasts in his direction.

“The rhythm of breathing is very important during yoga so be sure to watch my chest as it rises and falls to catch the rhythm,” she I instructed him, as if he needed an excuse to stare shamelessly at her tits. She then bent forward at her hips and reached for her feet. AS she placed her feet at her ankles, Mike saw her breasts hanging down like over-rip fruits from a tree, restrained only by the white spandex. The exercise continued with Sonia, kneeling down, stretching her long legs behind her, and then pushing her ample ass high in the air. Since he was standing in front of her he stared at her that were the color of vanilla ice cream and swayed as she continued her exercises. She then had him imitate her moves. At one point she walked over and helped him with a stretch that involved Mike standing on one leg as he pointed the other one behind him.

“I can see why your teacher liked to help his students stretch,” she said as she pushed his shoulders as he leaned forward, rubbing her hands across his well-defined muscles. She then grabbed his leg close to his crotch and said, “This asana is good for circulation. Can you feel your blood pumping here?” she asked rubbing his upper thigh.

He could feel blood pumping, but it was to the muscle between his legs.

They continued with a number of exercises, all of which seemed to involve Sonia bending down toward him for his to see her swaying boobs, bending away from him so he could notice that her suit had climbed up her ass crack, or Sonia touching his sweaty body all over his arms, legs, chest, back, almost everywhere except the one place that was aching for her soft touch.

Finally, she sat down in front of him in the lotus position that Mike imitated. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. Her boobs rose and fell dramatically. Mike wondered how they would move if he was fucking her. This line of thinking was enhanced when he noticed the front of her suit had inched its way into her pussy and he could make out her outer lips against the fabric. There was also slight hint of dampness that may have been sweat, or it could have been something much more delicious. She opened her eyes and caught him staring firmly at her crotch.

“I love meditation. It gives me a Maraş Escort Bayan feeling of calm.” She looked peaceful and lovely. Her eyes were shut, but the length of her curled eyelashes again amazed him. Her nose was narrow and led to her firm, red lips.

“I can see that “So, you haven’t told me how yoga can help your sex life,” he said without shifting her gaze. She stood up and walked toward him. She positioned herself close enough to him that he could almost sniff the crotch he had been staring at. Her pussy was even more clearly defined against the fabric.

“In three ways,” she began, ‘first, I do exercises that make these firm and round,” and with that she grabbed her sports bra and lifted them over her head. Mike looked up at her naked globes of glory, tipped with raisin colored, large nipples that were juxtaposed dramatically against her creamy tit flesh. From below he could see that indeed, even with no support at all, there was minimal sag to her well-formed boobs. He groaned in appreciation, making her smile down at him.

“Second,” she bent down at her waist, so that her nipples rubbed against his face, “I have found my lovers always appreciate my flexibility,” she said stripping first his T-shirt and then his shorts in quick succession. She then grabbed his already erect member at the base and lowered her face to it. After licking the head briefly like an ice cream cone her licks became faster like delicate butterfly flicks, before she took it her mouth and moved it around, savoring its new flavor. She moaned as she started moving her full, red lips up and down the length of his cock, all the while still on her feet and bending at her waist. She started sucking harder and harder on his dick when it was half way in her mouth and he could feel his head swell in her mouth.

“In the kama sutra, this is called ‘kissing the mango’.” She told him and started spreading her legs on either side so that she lowered he crotch down to the floor, never releasing him from her sucking mouth. Her legs were completely spread like a gymnast doing floor exercises, and he could now see her pussy hair emerging from underneath. She let his cock out of her mouth with a slurpy plop.

“What’s the third reason?” he asked wondering who would need any more reasons to fuck this beauty.

“For the third, you will have to go deeper,” she said standing up again and pulling off her shorts. She dropped them in his lap as he admired her hairy pussy with its well-defined labia. Her pussy hair, dark against her fair skin, was dripping with a combination of sweat and cunt juices. He raised her shorts to his face and smelled her spicy musk.

“Hmmmm…ripe enough to eat.”

“You naughty boy, do you want to eat my pussy or do you want me to show you reason three?” she asked spreading her pussy lips with her fingers.

He wanted to find out the third reason, if he could only remember what the question had been. Right now, with the crotch of her panties at his nose, her gleaming cunt hair and the pink insides of her pussy were calling out to him. He sat up and started lapping her core. She tasted sweet with a hint of spice – cinnamon and cumin. Sonia squealed with delight.

“To feel the third thing yoga does for my sex life,” she disengaged his lips from her pussy, “you will have to put that huge cock of yours in here,” she pointed to her open pussy. With that she pushed him back down and sat down on his dick in the lotus position, allowing him to glide into her sopping wet hole.

‘Ohh, my god, you are so hot, you are burning up my cock,” he moaned.

“Yesssss…stick your monster deep…deeper…oh like that…sooooo deep inside me…inside my….pussssssssy” she said stretching every word to emphasize how his fat cock was stretching her insides, “ohhhh, you are ripping my…Oh” she exclaimed as his cock head expanded with an uncontrollable throb.

“Now sit back and relax,” she said pushing him away so that he could admire her massive, but taut, boobs and her darkened areolas, “this is the third thing I get from yoga. Muscle control,” and with that she contracted her pussy walls creating a sensation Mike had never heard of, let alone felt. The contractions began at the tip of his cock, at her cervix and moved up his 8 inches to his base that was just inside her. The contractions then moved back and forth, squeezing him repeatedly in waves from base to tip, making it feel like her pussy was giving him the wettest hottest blow job ever. Soon he could feel his own balls contracting. He opened his mouth to scream but the sensation was too intense for any sound to come out

“Please stop…I am going to…aaaaaah”

“Go on…come inside. You don’t want me to stop, do you?” He shook his head. “Then come baby, come inside my pussy, let me squeeze the juices out of your monster cock, shoot your cum up my cunt, now, ooooooh,” she moaned as his cock stretched wide with the impending cumming.

‘Oh god! Sonia, I love your pusssseeeeee” Escort Maraş he bellowed as thick, scalding jets of gooey cum raced out of his throbbing cock filling her pussy and dribbling out the sides as she kept squeezing hjm with her internal muscles.

When she felt the burning hot fluids filling her tight cunt, she started feeling waves of pleasure running through her body and she squealed, grabbed his still-erupting cock with one final, massive pussy contraction, threw her head back and came loudly on him.

They sat like that for a while feeling the last mini- contractions inside her as his cock throbbed in empathy. They kissed deeply and explored each other’s mouths. Her tongue was warm and firm. Without taking himself out of her, he dropped his head and licked her nipples making her throw her head back again and moan to the ceiling. He nibbled at her rock-solid, dark nipples and then took her entire, cushion like breast on his mouth. He ran his fingers from her boobs to her waist chain fingering the delicate silver work. Still nibbling at her sensitive nipple, he started sucking her breast harder and harder.

“Oh yes!” she screamed, “I like it hard, suck them hard, like you want me to suck your cock, baby, even harder!”

She moaned in disappointment as he let her breast slide out of his mouth, but recovered when he repeated the process on her other tit. This time, when he took the whole mass of cramy flesh in his mouth, he felt her pussy clamp down on his half- erect dick as she came again.

“I have never come from tit sucking before,” she informed him, “that was heavenly.”

They both stood up and went to finish their drinks.

“Let’s finish the exercises,” she said, “but let’s stay naked. This is how I do it when I am alone. All naked and sweaty. I often wish I had someone watching me when I do that,” she added with a hint of mischief.

As they finished with a few more asanas, Mike noticed that a white gob of his cum drip out of Sonia’s hairy cunt. From his own dick a droplet of semen was hanging. Sonia saw what he was looking at, caught the streak of cum on her thigh with her fingers and inserted it in her mouth.

“Yummmmy…and I think I want that too,” she said reaching her finger under his hardening penis and scooping the white creamy goo. She then kissed him deep so that Mike could taste his own cum on her tongue. This made his hard as rock against her belly. His sensitive cock head rubbed against the chain. He squeezed her glorious breasts and then dropped to his knees.

‘Oh yes, lick my pussy, lick it aaaaay,” and when he moved up to lick her above her pee hole, she screamed out, “haaaaaa! Lick my clitty, oooooof!”

Mike kept licking and sucking her as she stood on top of him. Her clit was getting harder and bigger like a mini penis. It was soon the size of a candy, and sweet as one too. He sucked on it, strumming it with his tongue.She was soon lapsing into “Hai Ram!” and other Hindi phrases he wished he understood.

“I want to suck you while you suck me” she cried out. Mike tried pulling her down for a traditional 69 position.

“No, you stand up also,” she said. When he had. She turned her back so that his cock was running wet marks down her back and ass. He was about to thrust into her, when she bent down, pressed her ass hard against his crotch. She placed her hands on the floor and lifted her legs above her in a controlled handstand. She spread her legs completely so that he found himself looking down at the most wide-open pussy he had ever seen. It was wide open and he dipped his fingers in as he bent over to get a closer view (and sniff). She pushed up with her hands so that her pussy came up to his face and her face was between his knees. He understood what she wanted and grabbed her legs and lifted her up so that his face was buried again in her hairy muff and her mouth came up to his scrotum. She licked his balls thoroughly while he did the same to her peritoneum. Finally, he lifted her higher and she took his head between her lips. He inserted his tongue into her pussy. She licked the sensitive underside of his dick, and he moved his tongue all around her cunt. She then sucked him in half way and then sucked harder as she pulled her face away from him creating a delicious suction between her lips and his cock. He in turn licked her to her clit. Like duet singers, they took turns trying new things with their mouths on each others’ sensitive spots. She then sucked him all the way on so that her nose was sniffing his balls and her lips were buried in his pubes. She kept moving her tongue and sucking hard. He knew he was going to explode very soon so her took her swollen cherry-sized clit in his mouth and sucked until he screamed,

“I am coming baby…in your hot…aaaaah…suck me….Oooooh,” he exclaimed as he felt a gush of hot juice spurt from her pussy onto his upper lip and run down into his mouth. The fluid was sweeter than the rest of her pussy juices had been. It had splashed his face. His giant member in her mouth muffled her own sounds. The feeling of her orgasm in a jet of female cum was too much for him.

“Aaaaaah,” he bellowed, “here it is, suck it…” and he felt the cum travel from his scrotum to her throat via a very hard cock.

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I had just finished setting up my easel when I heard a knock coming from the front door of my studio loft. Upon opening it, I saw Jake standing there looking a little nervous. Jake being a close friend of mine agreed to model for a series of drawings I had been assigned to do. For the next three Saturdays he was at my mercy.

“Ruth, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Jake mutters as he removes his shirt, “can’t we just stick to drawing the top half of me instead?”

“Come on Jake, you can’t back down on me now, besides you’re already halfway there.” Noticing his hesitance, I decided to help him along… I undid his khakis. Together with his boxers, I slid them down his legs.

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Shaking his head, Jake hesitated in asking where I wanted him. I pointed to a bench draped with a silk sheet sitting on a large platform in the middle of the loft. “If you could lie across the bench with one arm behind your head and the other resting on your stomach that would be great.” Jake walks towards the bench seeming restless and uneasy.

“You know Ruth… I-I don’t think I can do this.” I knelt next him placing my hands on his knees. “Nonsense…you just need to relax…I know just the thing that will help, trust me…”

I begin to run my hands up his thighs spreading his legs so I can easily fit between them. Gently I begin to lick and kiss at his inner thigh. I could feel his dick growing against my cheek. Switching sides and continuing my work, I reach up and slowly massage his balls running them between my fingers. Malatya Escort I start to move my tongue up his hip slowly heading toward the head of his cock. Taking just the head of his cock into my mouth, I began to run the tip of my tongue quickly over his opening tasting his precum as it drips out of him. Slowly as I moved done his shaft, I make strong circular motions with my lips massaging his entire length as it headed to the back of my throat. I made a small swallowing motion to put pressure on his cock as it rested in deep within me. Moving back up his dick I began to bob my head up and down his length flicking his shaft with my tongue on each movement. Starting at the base of his cock, I pressed my lips around him and moved slowly up his shaft attempting to milk him. Feeling his muscles begin to tense, I began to bob faster and pull his balls down slightly with my hand. “A-aahh!… I’m going to cum-mm! …” Jakes explodes into my mouth emptying himself completely. Swallowing every last drop, I look up at him, lick my lips and smile. “See, no more tension.”

Jake falls into position with ease, as I head back to my easel. For the next few moments, I begin to draw, measure proportions, and mark the scale of every inch of his body. When I finished the basic sketches, I told him he could take a break while I get my paints and such ready to continue.

As I turn to prepare my supplies, I feel myself being pounced upon and begin to fall to the ground. “Now it’s my turn to play…” Jake smirked as he removed the clothing from my body. Leaning Malatya Escort Bayan in, he begins to run his tongue across my lips and then dives into a deep french kiss. He sucks on my tongue and then moves to nibble on my ear. Sliding the tip of his tongue in and out of my ear, he moves it down and begins to pay attention to my neck. “Now for the best part…”

Helping me to my feet, he takes a piece of string out of my supply drawer and ties my hands above my head to the top of my easel. He takes one of my paintbrushes off the table next to us and dips it into a cup of water. Beginning with my ears he moves the tip of the brush across my lips, along my neck, down past each nipple, and glances over my pussy. He follows this wet trail with his warm breath, which sends shivers down my body. Turning the brush over and using the wooden end he begins to flick at my clit. He then runs the handle of the brush down and begins pumping it into my tight pussy. Feeling the waves of warmth coming from my pussy, he decided to set the brush down and continue his torture with his hands. Sliding one hand down my stomach, he runs his fingertips across my slit, feeling the dripping warmth of my pussy. Using two fingers he begins to push through and slowly pump them in and out. Reaching his thumb up to my clit, he began to massage it in a circular motion and added another finger pushing it in deep. Jake begins pumping his fingers faster and harder as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. As soon as my muscles begin to tense, and he feels that I am close to cumming, Escort Malatya he stops dead in his tracks. Stepping back, he looks over me.

“A-ah…Jake… Stop this torture…” Jake laughs, “And what might my little artist want?”

“Your hard cock…” “And what would you like me to do with my hard solid cock?” “I want your cock in my hot wet pussy!”

“As you wish…”

Lifting my legs, he wraps them around his hips letting my dripping pussy rest on his solid dick. Instantly, I can feel him inside of me, slamming against my body. He grasps my hips and begins making deep hard thrusts into my tight pussy pulling me towards him. “…Harder…” I tried to lock my legs as tight as I could around him to brace myself as he pounds his dick into me. He thrusts get faster as he grabs my ass and tries to hold on. I can feel my muscles squeezing him as I get closer. “… Yes… Ja-ake! I’m cum-ming!!” The feel of my muscles tensing around his dick causes him to orgasm. “A-AAH…. Ru-utt-thh!!” My whole body becomes warm as he fills me with his hot juices. We both begin to pant from the workout.

After a few moments, I feel him soften as he withdraws from my throbbing pussy. Kneeling below me, he licks my pussy clean of our juices.

Jake untied my arms. As I was let down, my knees seemed weak from the afternoon’s activity, so Jake quickly caught me before I fell. We sat together on the floor as we regained composure.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Jake realizes how late it was getting. “I have to be leaving…I’m due at work in 30 minutes.” He helped me to my feet.

Jake begins to dress and gather all of his things. As I walk him to the door, he turns smiling, “You know… I now understand why all of your work is of naked guys.” I began to laugh. “Well, what can I say, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

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Archer’s Beneficiary Pt. 01

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I sat back in my executive chair, gazing up at the ceiling. I absorbed the hazy light, watching the fan spin in my brand new personal office – my very own company. In my lap, already fallen asleep, my secretary that I just hired yesterday. My eyes took a trip down her body and found my juices still dripping from her fully fashioned stockings as she lay, her head cradled upon my chest. How did this happen? This was not the way I wanted to run my Uncle’s business.

About six days ago I received word that my Uncle, the man who practically raised me, had died unexpectedly. The man who was all about appearances and meeting expectations always made sure he was in top shape. He went to the gym, conformed to a healthy diet, and made sure that if he had to take any form of medication, it was absolutely necessary. Sometimes his childhood doctor had to strong arm him to take certain prescriptions to keep him from being sick.

My Uncle, Watson Archer-informally, just Archer-was always there for me. He taught me how to be a man; how to treat friends, colleagues, as well as competitors. The term ‘enemy’ was not of his vernacular. They were called competitors. Every acquaintance was strictly a competitor until they met certain requirements that made them a friend or colleague. Life, as explained to me, was one long business venture. Profit wasn’t always money; it was resources and relationships that would define success. In contrast, my Uncle was not greedy nor self centered. Often, he would’ve slipped you a hundred and a smile, offering to treat you to a nice dinner or dessert.

When I received the news of him passing away, my world shattered. My Mother was the one who called to tell me. She was in tears and it had taken about half an hour for her to tell me what had happened. I kept my composure on the phone; that’s what my Uncle would’ve wanted me to do. After an hour long conversation she told me about the funeral date and time, as well as where it would be. I marked all the information down and just as I had prepared myself to end the call, she delivered another piece of news. After the funeral there will be a reading of the will at the home of my Uncle’s business lawyer, Mr. Livingston. This was not particularly surprising, as my Uncle hated loose ends and he made sure that nothing was ever up in the air. I knew he was the type of man to have prepared a will, but for myself to be expected to turn up at the meeting struck me as odd.

As much as I had wished away the reality, the day of the funeral came. I wore the very first suit he bought me in honor of him. Tears were shed by many; I didn’t recognize most of these people. I felt a pang in my heart as I realized what a great man all of us had gathered to celebrate. The eulogy had moved me; I was taken aback by the incredible amount of people who had elected to speak. I sat there in the fifth row, right next to the aisle, listening to each somber word said. The church had been absolutely filled to the brim with people. I pondered if any of these people were his competitors.

There was one person who caught my attention more than others. I had admittedly looked her up and down a few times. She brushed up against me as Kütahya Escort she walked down the center aisle up to the pulpit after her name was called. As she made her way up, it was impossible not to stare at her swaying hips as she walked within her very tight black pencil dress. Her fully fashioned black back seamed stockings rubbing against each other with each step mesmerized me. I felt that carnal desire very early on as she made her way to the stand.

At first, I couldn’t see her eyes as she was wiping the tears away. A couple of minutes later, she suddenly looked up to address the crowd and that was it: I found myself fixated on the most amazing eyes I have ever seen. It was as if I was staring up at the sky on clear summer day. Then she spoke and I felt everything in my body begin to melt. The way she conveyed her grievances to my Uncle was as soothing as Yo Yo Ma playing Bach Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major. I sat there listening to every word. Every time she sniffled, the same wave of emotion hit me. I’d never experienced such a personal connection. I was mesmerized by her. After she had finished, she walked back towards the pews. Without missing a beat, she placed her silk gloved hand on my shoulder, letting out a squeeze before continuing to her seat.

My mind raced through the rest of the service. Thoughts of my Uncle were clouded and no longer at the forefront of my mind. Discreetly, I panned over and over again for the enchanting Ms. Roberts, as she called herself. I exited the church, perhaps lost in my own desire, determined to find her. I had to know who she was. There was no way she could have been a relative of mine, as no member of my immediate family mingled with her. If she had been a hot, older cousin of mine, believe me, I’d have known. A short time passed; I was looking a little suspect waiting outside by myself for so long, and I couldn’t find Ms. Roberts anywhere. The priest made his exit and, to my surprise, shut and locked the church doors behind him. I asked if she had seen Ms. Roberts leave. He couldn’t tell me if had or had not as he didn’t remember everyone’s name. My heart dropped, but I knew that finding someone like that was too good to be true. Alas, she probably was already with someone. Someone who is way more attractive than I could be or has way more money than I could imagine.

I looked down at my watch and found that I would be a little late for the ‘Reading of the Will’. However, I didn’t care. The drive over to Livingston & Associates was uneventful. The traffic in downtown was miserable and finding a parking spot was finding a needle in a haystack. After battling the busy streets of Providence, I found myself sitting with my Mother, two of my Aunts, my Great Grandfather, and Mr. Livingston.

“Thank you for joining us, Mr. Fox. I hope the commute wasn’t too difficult for you.” Mr. Livingston addressed me with hostility. I didn’t say anything as I shifted in my seat, heat rushing to my cheeks. My Uncle had a saying when it came to meetings-“To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late.” I was very late.

My Livingston picked up a few sheets of paper which seemed to be my Uncle’s Will. He Kütahya Escort Bayan proceeded to read from it; it was akin to a bad narration of a sub par documentary.

“This is the Last Will and Testament of Me, Watson Archer of 17 Broadway Ave, Providence. I hereby revoke all testamentary dispositions herein before made by me. I hereby appoint my Attorney Mr. Arthur Livingston to use his discretion in appointing a reliable executor and administrator as he may deem fit in the circumstances of this my will. I hereby device and bequeath to my two sisters, Judy Belle and Stacey Ryan my residence lying, situated at No 17 Broadway Ave in Providence Connecticut. To my other sister Beverly Archer, the sum of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, in my Barclay’s Bank account. I hereby give to the orphanage of at risk youth the sum of fifty thousand dollars. Last and not least, I leave the rest of my estate, my corporation that I built from the ground up, the sum of five million dollars, to my nephew Steven Fox.” Mr. Livingston paused and directed his eyes right at me. Studying me. Then, he reads: “For it is he who I consider my only son.”

As soon as I heard my name and what I was a beneficiary for, my mouth dropped open. Everyone in the room stared at me. Some gave me the evil glare while others, like my mother, had a look of bewilderment. She did a double take, then smiled at me. Silence fell onto the room before it was broken by Mr. Livingston.

“Well, it seems Mr. Fox is now the head of Archer Enterprise. I will make sure the transition goes smoothly by attending the first board meeting tomorrow at 9 AM. In the mean time, there is paperwork to be signed by each and every one of you. My secretary will be contacting you all in the next few days to iron out any of the details.”

We all left the small office and headed back to our cars. My Aunts, though happy to be getting my Uncle’s huge house, were unhappy with what I was receiving from my Uncle. My sweet Mother immediately supported me, although she received a good sum as well. I on the other hand didn’t know what to think. Sure, I had always wanted to follow in my Uncle’s footsteps, and he was my idol, but I’m just a recent graduate of Stanford. This morning my worries were about losing a father figure and figuring out how to pay my college loans back. Funny how life changes. At this point, I have so much money that I could buy a college if I wanted to. I arrived home to my small one bedroom apartment and shook my head, laughing, as I looked at my surroundings. My mind raced as I laid down in bed; five million dollars, owner of Archer Enterprises, beneficiary of a huge estate. Despite this, as I sunk deeper into my mattress, the image of Ms. Roberts’ delicate legs swarmed my brain.

My eyes began to close and I quickly felt myself fall asleep.

“Mr. Fox?”

“Mr. Fox,” cooed a soft voice. I felt my body being shaken as the voice continued to call me. My eyes remained closed, as I still felt too tired to get up; nevermind that somebody had entered my apartment. The voice paused and was followed by a short zipping sound and a tug of my pants. Now frozen by sheer confusion, my eyes Escort Kütahya remained shut until I felt the most amazing sensation perforate my whole body. Instantly, I understood this was not a dream and I found myself looking into her deep blue eyes. It was her, bobbing up and down lap. It was Ms. Roberts.

My first, actual reaction was to remove myself from the situation. My adrenaline kicked in and I tried to pull away. Where did she come from? How long has she been in here, and why?

“Don’t worry, Mr. Fox. I’m here to service you. I’m here to take care of all your needs.” Her voice, softly spoken before hot breath on my hard member, sent a bolt of electricity through my body. I wanted to enjoy this moment but it wasn’t right. I tried to free myself again, but she pulled me closer and I found myself sliding back into her mouth. Such an inviting mouth; I felt myself surrender. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. Her tongue danced around the spongy tip as she continued to suck me. I watched her pretty little cheeks sink in. I could physically feel my cock extending by the second until the head poked the slick walls of her throat. After a few more exquisite mouth-strokes, she stood upright on her knees revealing the tight pencil dress she wore at the funeral. I watched her smile as she reached behind her; she unzipped her dress, letting it fall to her knees. A wave of disbelief came over me, but I quickly shoved it aside. If this was really happening, I can’t let myself ruin it. The petite frame of this woman I’d only known for a few hours was enough to set me on fire. I couldn’t help but lick my lips.

She had curves in all the right places. Her breast were melon size; my brain made sure to go over the size in comparison to her small waist. Ms. Roberts’ hips so delectably curved outwards. My cock ached the longer I looked upon her. The red shear bra and panties did nothing to hide how excited she was. Her nipples were trying to break through her bra, and her panties had an obvious damp spot. I went to reach up to see how turned on she was but she grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. The smile she gave was mischievous. I began to think she more devious than angelic. Lowering her head, she used the tip of her tongue to dance around the bell of my cock. Slowly, that tongue moved all the way down my shaft till the tip danced across my balls, going lower ever slightly. Each flick of her tongue make me squirm and each time she pressed it flat against me made me moan a little loader. She was playing me like a fiddle, giving me pleasure that I thought I could never reach.

With both hands pinning my wrists, she slid her tongue back up to the top of the bell before devouring my whole cock. Making sure she swallowed all of it, I could feel myself touch the back of her throat. I took in the view of her hanging breasts and mouth full of cock. My entire soul and body seemed to swirl in utter pleasure. I physically felt my cock pulse six times; my eyes rolled back as I lay, spurting. After coming down, I watched as cum dripped out over her lips all over my stomach. She pulled away and swallowed what she could with the continuing mischievous smile. I almost emitted a low growl as her tongue cleaned up the mess upon my stomach. Her eyes never left mine as she licked me up. I tried to keep focus on the blue eyes staring back at me but I found myself falling back asleep. My mind was telling me to keep watching but my body had other plans.

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