Goodbye to the Past Pt. 07

Goodbye to the Past Pt. 07

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GOODBYE TO THE PAST Part 7 – The Leaving Present

Caitlin’s role as Bonnie and Frank’s PA ends in style

Prologue

The device they are using to torture me isn’t particularly sophisticated or devious. Just a high-backed, leather-padded office chair. After all – as Amelie, the tall Amazon-like black woman with blonde hair said as she towered over me – this was to be mental torture, not physical.

I am bent over the chair back with my butt sticking out, my hands down in front of me, gripping the arms. I try to move my head but it is difficult given that the studded collar around my neck is attached to a ring on the top of the chair back by a short chain. I look down at my wrists, securely shackled to the arms of the chair by thick leather straps. I flex my legs but the spreader bar that my ankle restraints are attached to ensures I cannot move those either.

I am helpless – I am going nowhere.

I glance down and look at the timer they have put on the seat of the chair. The large red figures pulse up at me, mocking my inability to move.

01:00:00

An hour. A whole fucking hour. You know when they say that time stands still? It didn’t stand still – I swear it went backwards. Believe me, when you are tied to chair and told you will be forced to watch over twenty people fuck, suck, fondle, moan and groan in front of you for an hour when there is nothing you can do but scream inwardly, time moves at the speed of tectonic plates.

A brush of a kiss on my left cheek. Sleek, jet black hands running down my sides making me shiver. The catch of a long fingernail on my already swollen clitoris. A whisper in my ear in a lust-laden French accent. “Miss Price, your chosen specialist subject is The Sex Parties of Franklin and Bonita Rodriguez…”

A long, elegant black forefinger comes into my line of view. She touches the fingertip tenderly to the tip of my nose. She runs it slowly down over my gagged lips, my chin, my throat. She slowly moves her hand downwards to the seat of the chair.

“Your time starts now…”

She touches a button on the top of the timer.

00:59:59

I have a perfect view of proceedings. I bite down on the ball gag as my ordeal begins. The black woman takes her husband’s massive cock in her mouth inches from my face. My fiancée Anjali Mithra joins her, tongue flicking lasciviously as she groans in pleasure as Frank enters her from behind, his big hands sliding over her lovely brown skin to fondle her breasts. They are completely oblivious to my presence.

My last night in the penthouse in Chelsea Harbour. My last night in Bonnie and Frank Rodriguez’s employ.

And this is how the bastards thank me.

00:59:00 A year goes by.

00:58:00 Civilisations rise and fall.

00:55:00 Oh fuck, please make it stop!

Chapter One

My name is Caitlin Grainne Price and I am twenty five years old. I was – until the night I stood strapped to the leather chair helplessly watching some very debauched behaviour – a Personal Assistant to Bonnie and Frank Rodriguez, an American couple with business interests in the UK and Europe. I now work as an office manager for a training company co-owned by an ex-colleague from my ‘Other Job’.

My ‘Other Job’? Oh yes, of course. For the last nine months I have been a high-class Call Girl and Escort going under the name of Caprice.

Caitlin Price – Caprice… Get it?

And do you know what?

I fucking love it.

So much so that at last I feel confident enough in myself to finish my story in my own words.

I still sometimes need to take a few quiet moments to remind myself of the massive change that has washed over me in the past eighteen months or so. I wonder if things would have been different had I not turned the door handle to Bonnie’s apartment that fateful night. Had I not, would we have got together as we did? Something tells me we probably have done – I believe in fate and what happened that night seems like fate to me.

I certainly needed fate to provide something or someone to change me. I wasn’t going to do it alone.

Bonnie Rodriguez started the process. Her daughter Skye helped it on its way. Gina Harcourt and Angela deVries – the co-owners of the Agency I work for – had their input along with a good few others.

But Anji has helped me put the finishing touches. Well not exactly finishing. I’m nowhere near the finished article yet, but meeting and falling in love with my wonderful soul-mate has made me a more complete person than I could ever imagine possible. I once told Bonnie that without her, there’d be no Anji. I now firmly believe that if there was no Bonnie, there’d be no me. I look on my life as having two distinct periods – BB and AB.

Before Bonnie and After Bonnie.

I also told Bonnie when I got my Carpe Diem tattoo that I wouldn’t look back anymore – only forwards. But sometimes I need to look back and remember the girl I was to see the woman I have become. Before Bonnie, I was a dowdy, repressed little shell of a thing. Not exactly frightened of my own shadow, but certainly frightened of any intimacy and absolutely dead scared of sexual contact.

After Bonnie, I Escort Bayan Gaziantep blossomed. I began to sleep with women – including her adopted daughter Skye -and loved it. I had sex with more than one person simultaneously and loved it. With the assistance of her cunning little plan, I seduced Bonnie’s husband Frank and felt an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy as together we shared the spoils of another first for me. I realised that I loved watching and being watched. Kissing Skye in public for the first time was a revelation. Once I had done that, I felt I could do anything. I’ve not done it all yet, not by a long way – but I’ll get there.

Then there was Anjali Mithra. The love of my life – the girl I am going to marry some day. The girl with whom I became a Savage Angel and participated in one of the most memorable nights of our lives, cavorting as schoolgirls at one of Bonnie and Frank’s orgy parties and going down a storm – so much so that we are still asked to do it to this day.

Anjali Mithra – the budding actress who convinced me that I should take on a new job.

I already had a job – as I said, I was Personal Assistant to Franklin and Bonita Rodriguez. As you may have seen, at times the job got very personal indeed and I loved every moment of it. When their involvement in their London business was no longer such a pressing issue, they took a step back. I said I’d get bored when they went back to Miami and Bonnie made a joke about me applying for a particular job she thought I’d be good at.

Bonnie and I laughed at the idea. Anji didn’t see it as a joke. She saw it as a great opportunity, and of course she was right.

I applied. I was ‘interviewed’. I got the job.

The last nine months since I was taken onto the books of deVries and Harcourt have been a bit of a blur. A wonderful, wild ride of new experiences, fabulous sex and more tearing down of the wall that I had built around myself for so long.

The wall hasn’t quite gone but most of it lies in rubble around my feet. Every new experience helps to knock a few more bricks out of it; every time I see Anji’s face as I wake up next to her clears more of the detritus from my mind.

I’m getting there much quicker than I ever thought possible.

When I think back to the first time I walked up the drive of the Hampstead mansion owned by Angela deVries, it seems like a lifetime ago. I had been trembling in fear before my ‘interview’, but immediately felt at ease with the tall, angular Dutchwoman. I must have impressed her, even taking up her challenge of giving her husband Philippe a surprise little treat.

The second occasion I made the walk was a sort of induction day. She explained all about how the Agency operated and I recall her going through my list of things I’d be willing to do. A strange other-world of abbreviations and synonyms that meant that I’d take it in mouth and on my face. I wouldn’t do anal – at least at the time anyway. I certainly do now. Initials for this, initials for that; all obscuring that fact that I’d be willing or unwilling to perform some sexual act or have one performed on me by a man, woman or both.

All my ‘do’s and don’ts’ as Angela had called them. In the intervening time a fair few more ‘don’ts’ have become ‘do’s’ as my experience has widened.

The shackles have come off. And in some cases, the shackles have gone on, if you catch my drift. Yes, I am definitely widening my experience and thanks to a very pleasant weekend down in rural Sussex at the home of Gina Harcourt recently, I have a few new skills in my repertoire. Let’s just say that Gina’s best friend Josie Napier-Jones is an extremely adept teacher and the glorious red-head gave us a master-class. By ‘us’, I mean that Anji was there too and we have a fair few new toys to play with since then. It was quite a foursome and now seeing Anji come at me with velvet lined handcuffs leaves me weak at the knees.

I was thrilled at the results of my photo-shoot, presided over by Philippe, Angela’s handsome French husband, some twenty years her junior. By the time I left, he had produced Caprice’s first-draft webpage and Anji and I gazed at it that evening for what seemed like hours.

“God, you look fucking gorgeous. I wish I was doing it with you.” Her lovely brown eyes gazed into mine.

I stroked her lustrous black hair. “You’re going to be famous soon. Maybe best to avoid the scandal sheets?”

She grunted. “Hmph – may as well try out for porn for all the bloody parts I’m getting. All that time at that BBC shoot last week and I’ll get five fucking seconds on-screen. My character doesn’t even have a name – just ‘Girl in café – Anjali Mithra’. Whoop-de-do.”

I cuddled her in. “Hey, it’s a speaking part and you got to work with the star!”

She pulled away indignantly. “I gave her a fucking coffee. ‘Thanks, have you got a loyalty card?’ Jeez, the nights I lay awake desperately trying to come up with the right inflection. Thank goodness for Method Acting, coz I’d never have been able to grasp the complexities of the role.”

She kissed me on the nose. “Sorry babe. I know we’ll both be getting paid for what we love to do, but you’ll be doing it more often than me and getting paid a damned side more…”

And she was right. She’s been on TV a couple of times since in another long-running serial and an advert for on-line banking but most of her roles have been on the stage.

Most of mine have been on my back of course and for the first time I can ever remember, my bank balance is not tottering around the zero mark at the end of each month. I’ve even managed to open a savings account and expanded my wardrobe.

Or I should say ‘our’ wardrobe. Anji is the same size as me. We share a lot. Bonnie gets confused when Anji pitches up in one of my new dresses.

Talking of Bonnie, I miss her and Frank – they are over in Miami more than they are here now, but when they are back, it’s all guns blazing. The last few parties have been pretty spectacular, and when Anji is not touring, we usually get asked to reprise our Savage Angels schoolgirl act, though now just about everyone has seen it before.

Yes, a lot had changed for me, but the last few weeks in the employ of the Rodriguez’s proved to be just as eventful.

For a start, I got myself another new job and I got engaged.

I also started my now almost fanatical obsession with anal sex.

Oh, and there was that fucking leather chair as well…

Chapter Two

It was nice to finish an assignment early in the day, especially being a Saturday. Terri was a pretty, bubbly forty year old who had finally, aged 38, decided to act on her long-repressed wish to make out with other women. She was working her way through the female side of the deVries and Harcourt roster and I was the latest to enjoy her company. It had been a lovely, gentle ninety minutes or so and afterwards I accepted her offer of a glass of wine. She was short and curvy with shoulder length black hair and a radiant smile. Her husband was away on business a lot, so she had plenty of opportunity to indulge her new little “hobby” as she called it. I enjoyed her company immensely and she seemed to enjoy mine, so hoped I see her again.

I got back to Anji’s houseboat on the Thames around four, deciding against a night on my own in the penthouse. Bonnie and Frank were away and I’d rather rattle round an empty houseboat than my little apartment which was attached to their much larger penthouse, despite its stellar views. After all, the view from the houseboat wasn’t half bad either.

I texted Anji wishing her luck, knowing she’d be on stage in the matinee at the moment. It was a big day for her – the first time she’d have done two performances on the same day so she was staying with friends in South London after the show.

I was so proud of her when she got her big break at last. She had been thrilled enough to get a small part in Twelfth Night at Shakespeare’s Globe in Southwark. Two small parts actually as they often double up. She was also understudy to the girl playing Viola. Halfway through the run, the girl found she was expecting and Anji got her break. She stepped up seamlessly and I had been to seen her three times already. I couldn’t wait for the last night in a week’s time and the after-party.

I poured myself a Coke and sat gazing out over the Thames wondering what to do with the rest of the day. My eyes fell on the hookah on the low table in the middle of the room. Maybe later, with a nice bottle of wine and a chick-flick followed by some naughty surfing to see the night out.

I was drifting off into a nice little doze when my phone rang. Too early for Anji. I looked in amazement at the name that popped up. “Hey Adam! How’s it going? You not working today?”

Adam Carpenter, a gorgeous 32 year old blonde haired, chiselled-featured colleague from deV&H. Anji only had to think of him to get moist and I wasn’t far behind. I had loved working with him ever since the first time Anji and I did our ‘Savage Angels’ act at one of Bonnie’s parties.

“Hey Cait, no – nothing on today. Hope I’m not interrupting anything. Just wondering if we can meet up sometime over the next few days – something I’d like to talk over with you.”

I was intrigued. I couldn’t imagine what it was unless he wanted to unload about Jenna. “Sounds interesting – I’m done being Caprice and helping out closet lessies for the day, so I’m all yours if you’re available!”

He sounded amused. “Ah, the lovely Terri! Yes, Jenna’s been there a few times. A bit too refined for our Jen – she has to reign herself in!”

I laughed. “Yes, can imagine. Well she’s fine for a relative rookie like me.” I paused, not knowing if I should ask or not. “How’s Jenna doing?”

He sighed. “Not bad considering thanks. Look with her away, I’m free as well. I can fill you in about her later. Say six o’clock in that wine-bar downstairs from you?”

I grinned. “It’s up-river at the moment, but sounds good either way!”

I went and had a shower hoping Jenna really was ok. Rehab didn’t sound like fun to me and I shuddered as I thought that if I’d taken up Amelie’s or Angela’s offer of the white stuff earlier in the year I’d probably have been in the room next to her.

I got to Harvey’s a little early and sat cradling a glass of Shiraz, remembering the evening Anji and I had first met properly just a few tables over from where I was sitting now. As with Anji that night, Adam came dashing in a little late, looking ravishing and apologising. He’d been speaking to Jenna who he assured me was doing well and not trying to trash her room as she had thought she might. I sipped my wine and he his beer as we discussed Jenna’s situation and how I was getting on at the Agency.

“Loving it! They broke me in gently, but Terri apart, I’m getting a few… well, slightly more demanding roles! Let’s just say that the schoolgirl uniform I bought after the first Savage Angels act is getting some good use.”

Adam smiled. “That must be the Wilsons! Jenna’s been punished by them a few times. She has to act extra naughty so Mrs. Wilson smacks her hard enough for her to enjoy it!”

The Wilsons. Forty-something swingers and schoolteachers with a burning desire to discipline their pupils in a manner fortunately not allowed by law any more. My review from ‘PamW76’ had been a glowing four-star with a caveat that I’d have been guaranteed a five ‘ had she taken it in her darker passage.’ That was like a red rag to a bull to Anji. “Right, no-one’s marking my girl down coz she can’t take it up the pooper – on your tummy!”

We’d had fun and I’d also had some experience with Bonnie. I was getting closer to allowing full access, but so far it had still been denied.

Adam and I were getting along so well that we were on our third drink when he finally got around to why he had called me. “Things are not great at work at the moment…” He smiled. “In my real job, I mean!”

I recalled he worked for a personal training company doing motivational work. With looks like his, he didn’t have to try too hard.

He went on. “We’ve been taken over and it’s all getting a bit too ‘Corporate’. Lost the personal touch, so a few of us are going out on our own. They’ve offered redundancies and we’ve accepted; Tanya, Danny, Mark and I. We move into a new office early next month.”

I was still a bit puzzled as to why this involved me. “Great, hope it goes well. Big step, but hey – I’ve taken a few recently and they’ve seemed to pay off!”

He grinned over his beer. “Want to take another big step?” Taking my wide-eyed, open-mouthed response as a request for further information, he continued. “We need someone to take on the office manager role. Know anyone who can keep track of a madhouse? Keep their heads while everyone else is losing theirs in headless chicken mode?”

He was a hard man to turn down. He made everything sound so exciting and inspirational. There was virtually nothing left for me to do for Bonnie and Frank – I only had a month left in the penthouse before one final big hurrah of a last evening party to end them all. Half an hour later we were shaking hands and I had another new job. Out of courtesy, I texted Bonnie in Miami to get her approval.

She came back in seconds.

‘Working for Adam? You have to ****ing ask? Insist on benefits – you know what I mean ;o) Go for it, kid! XXX’

She had a bit of a thing for Adam, our Bonnie.

Adam glanced at his watch. I was dreading he was going to go home. I looked up from my wine. “Got somewhere to be?”

He shook his head, smiling. “No – not looking forward to getting back to the flat actually. Kev’s got some sort of party going on. Not my thing. Be glad to move in with Jenna when she’s back and hopefully sorted.”

I put on a wicked grin. “Wrong kind of party, eh? Not enough writhing bodies on the floor for you? No Bonnie Rodriguez to monopolise that lovely dick of yours.” I took a last sip of wine. “Right then – Anji’s away – Jenna’s away. Sounds like a no-brainer to me.” I held my hand out across the table. “Come on – about time I got you all to myself. If Anji knew you were here and I hadn’t taken advantage she’d throw me in the river – and probably from the penthouse roof, not the houseboat.”

He stood up grinning. “You going to be Caprice or Caitlin?”

I smiled at him. “The lines are starting to get blurred. You can tell me later!”

Ninety minutes later I was lying with my head on his shoulder, his hand gently stroking my hair. Moonlight was coming in through the cabin windows. I felt my bottom and winced slightly, but at last I had given up my ‘dark passage’.

At first he was so gentle, a complete antithesis to the athletic hunk I had seen in action at various parties over the last few months. He had fucked me a good few times before, often very hard indeed, but this was different – it was making love in every sense. We just seemed to flow over each other, hands and mouths in perfect harmony. I knew he could last as long as he needed to, and was quite prepared for a lovely, long, languid evening. It was when he was taking me from behind, both of us lying on our sides, I made my decision. I reached out and dug into the bedside cabinet drawer, pulling out one of Anji’s ’emergency rations.’ I slid off Adam and rolled the condom down his erection. He gave a me a look as if he was not certain what was happening. He got the idea when from the same drawer I produced a bottle of lubricant and slathered it onto his now latex covered cock. I knelt up and slid my hand between my buttocks, grunting as I wiped my hand around, sliding one finger into my anus.

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We are both lying in bed, naked. We are still asleep from the late night of bondage that I imposed on you. You are spooning me, pushing your marked arse into my groin. Although you are not fully conscience, you can feel my cock pressing into you. Into your arse which is still tender from the last fuck we had the night before.

We do not notice the scantily clad lady come into our room. It is of course, Hayley. You have given her your key so that she might come in anytime and surprise you. She had used it this morning and was standing near the open window. The sun was coming through the lightweight curtains and a cooling refreshing breeze was billowing them out a little. She was wearing a small pair of white cut-offs with a similar cut-off style of tee shirt. She was watching us as we slept. Her mind going back to times when we all fucked in that very bed. She drifted off to those times and soon she had one hand down the front of her pants slowly stroking her pussy lips. She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucked on them and the replaced them to her pussy. This time they easily slid up and down until they found her clit. While her finger and thumb applied pressure, her other hand went up under her top to apply the same pressure to her left nipple.

You stirred and this startled Hayley. She froze and just starred at you. A big smile came across her face as she slowly climbed on to our bed and starts to caress your face and body. You slowly come awake from this attention, and a soft moan escapes from your lips. Hayley works magic and soon you are close to coming without her even touching your pussy. Antep Bayan Escort You want so much for her to go down on you. She hops up and removes her top and now damp pants. She climbs back onto you where she can access your centre of being.

Her pussy is rubbing against your leg and you reposition it for her pleasure, after all she is pleasuring you. I stir and you both stop still. You want this moment for the both of you, my turn will come latter. I open my eyes and reach over to you but you push me away and say, “Watch but no touch, not yet anyway”.

I watch how Hayley slowly slides her tongue up your snatch to where your clit is, pause and then slides back down. I can see wetness glistening in the morning sun and I am sure she tastes it as well. A hand sneaks up your body and plays with a nipple and then makes it way to your mouth. You reach up and hold her hand and slowly suck each finger in turn making sure the last finger you suck remains moist. You push her hand down to your pussy where she inserts that finger and then twists it around. I marvel at the way you continue to look into her eyes, never once being distracted. She knows how to treat you and you certainly enjoy this woman’s touch. When she holds your arse checks, you jump as the welts left from last night are still very tender. She plays with your rosebud before pushing a finger slowing against it. Gradually she works her finger in up to her second knuckle. With all of this going on you climb up to your peak and scream out as you squirt a load of pussy juice directly into Hayley’s open mouth. Your legs clamp tight onto her head and your eyes finally lose contact with Hayley’s when you shut them tight. All moment is stopped and you welcome waves of orgasmic pleasure.

I am now rock hard from watching you come. Hayley slowly slides up your body, kissing you as she comes up. You embrace her tightly as you know she did that just for your pleasure. I certainly got some pleasure watching you but this isn’t why Hayley did this for you.

You look over to me and smile. You grab my rock hard cock and then push Hayley over to it so that she can lick the tip and stroke my shaft. Your pussy juice from her mouth provides the lubrication. As Hayley does this you come up behind her and start your own explorative journey of her pussy. Your tongue glides up and down her slit, when you reach her clit, your mouth forms a small sucking pump taking her into your mouth. This added suction causes her lips and clit to swell up. You can taste her as she really starts to lick and suck my cock in earnest. You can feel her body move as she works on me, this encourages you to really go to town on her. You swivel around onto your back where you can lick her pussy and clit but now also be able to play with her arse. You run your fingers all over her tight arse and think, soon, this arse will be mine. Just as you gave me your arse last night, so shall Hayley give her arse to you. You catch as glimpse of the whips, crops and floggers left on the side table, knowing that you will use them on her soon, very soon.

You feel Goosebumps form on her backside as your fingers wander here and there. You reach up and slowly press one finger directly into her arse. You love doing this to her as this makes her really cum. You lick faster and twist your finger in her bum. Both Hayley and I are close to exploding. She finally does and as she cums, she lifts her head and mouth away from my cock before I reach that point of no return.

She calls out your name as she fully sits down on your face while experiencing a massive orgasm. This is why we have sex, you think to yourself. What fun, what pleasure, what a turn on.

You then embrace Hayley while she comes down and then reach over to me and say now it’s your turn. Both you and Hayley start to work on my cock to get it hard. This doesn’t take long and soon you are lowering yourself onto my rock hard piston. Hayley lowers herself over my face and starts to grind her pussy hard into my face. You reach over to her and embrace her. You play with her boobs while maintaining contact with her mouth. Your combined pussy juice is now becoming just a beautiful sex scent. One that will stay long after our love making and fucking is finished.

As she grinds her cunt into my face, you edge close to another orgasm. I explode just before Hayley. Our combined orgasms sends you over the edge as well. We all enjoy the tastes and smells we have created. You and Hayley roll off me, still embracing each other. I smile.

I drift back to sleep holding both of you in my arms. You watch Hayley as she finally goes to sleep and then you drift off yourself. Your final thoughts before going back to sleep are about having Hayley tied and bound as you apply some pleasure/pain to her body as I applied to your body the night before. You drift off to sleep knowing that when you awake the real sex will start.

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As I got back into my car, I could only imagine what the night would have in store for me and Megan. Her taste was still fresh in my mouth and her scent was still alive in my senses. I smiled as I pulled out of the parking lot and adjusted my rear view mirror so I could see Megan as she tailed me. She had a big smile on her face because she knew as well as I did that we were about to have a night that we would never forget.

We arrived at the hotel and the anticipation was driving me crazy, I couldn’t wait to get Megan into bed and catch up on some good times. I walked over to Megan’s car as she pulled out her bag of toys and hugged her from behind with a loving squeeze.

“Mmmm, you smell so good baby,” I whispered in her ear as I squeezed her.

“Thank you sexy, now let’s go to your room and make this a night to remember,” she replied.

She turned around and I quickly pushed her against her car and pressed up against her. She was shocked by my aggressive nature as I ran my hands over her body and planted a wet sensual kiss on her full lips.

I could tell she was truly taken by surprise but she did not put up any resistance as I continued to deep kiss her and caress her lovely body. I pulled up her skirt and revealed her panties as she wondered what my next move would be.

“Honey, this is crazy! Let’s finish this in the room baby,” Megan begged.

“I’m crazy like that, and you know it. Come on, this is exciting…” I claimed as I pulled her panties aside.

Megan was a bit uneasy as I slid my finger into her wet pussy but she was helpless and we both knew it. I was in control tonight. I have always been turned on by sex in public places and the chance of being caught is always a big turn on. Yes, we would finish business in the hotel room but not before I got some samples in the parking lot first.

Megan moaned as I slowly finger fucked her, my free hand grabbing her by the hair as I kissed her neck.

“Relax baby, take it easy,” I moaned in her ear.

“Mmmmm…oooohhh…” she moaned in response.

She relaxed and whimpered into my ear as I slid my wet fingers into her even wetter pussy. She was so ready to get fucked and I knew it wouldn’t be long before we were getting busy in bed. I slowly withdrew my finger so that I could get a taste. It was so wet and covered in her pussy juices and I couldn’t help but smile as I took it into my mouth and tasted her oh so sweet juices.

“Mmmmm…baby you taste so good,” I declared as I sucked my finger clean.

Megan moaned softly as I slid my finger back in and worked it around inside of her. After a few seconds of that, I took my finger out and slowly brought it up to her lips so that she could get a taste.She gently sucked on my finger as I went back to kissing her neck.

“Mmm, it tastes good,” she whispered as she licked her own juices off my finger. I wanted to fuck her right then and there but I decided it was a good time to head back to my room and seal the deal. I pulled her skirt back down but left her panties as they were and grabbed her by the hand.

We walked hand in hand back to my room and on the way, passed a man who had a big smile on his face. We smiled back and giggled, wondering if he had seen our little show back in the hotel parking lot.

“Hey there, you ladies having a good night?” he asked as I inserted my key into the door of my room.

“Well, it’s only going to get better,” I replied as I opened the door and smiled.

“Is that right? Well, I’m free for tonight, mind if I join you ladies for some fun?” the man asked.

He was tall and good looking, Escort Bayan Gaziantep much like my husband. I grinned and noticed his erection.

“What’s your name?,” I asked him.

“Rod,” he responded and what a fitting name it was. I saw that the bulge in his pants was growing as he stood there staring at me and Megan.

“Well Rod, me and my friend here are going to go inside and play for awhile, but I’ll come over and knock on your door if we need some cock okay?,” I said as I began to turn away and head inside my room.

He could only manage a blank stare as he nodded and went into his room. Megan and I giggled as we went inside and left him wondering and horny.

I closed the door behind me and Megan embraced me as we stood there all alone. She noticed my toys on the bed and giggled. She had set her own bag of toys down on the floor by the bed and she knew it was going to be a long night as we began to unwind.

I slowly began to undress as Megan watched me. She helped me out of my dress and caressed my shoulders while I removed her top. Her breasts were so nice, as nice as I had remembered them. I caressed them through her bra as we locked lips in a sweet kiss. Then I took my hands and placed them around her hips as I pulled her skirt down. It slid to the floor alongside my dress. Next, I removed her bra so I could suck on her great tits. She moaned as I took her right breast into my mouth and squeezed her left one.

“Oh yeah baby..you do that soooo nice,” she moaned as I sucked away like a hungry baby. I licked her nipple and traced a circle around it with my tongue to drive her crazy. “Oh God, that feels so good! Oohhhh!,” Megan moaned.

I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute and pictured Rod next door wanking off thinking about what was going on in our room. He would probably give an arm and a leg to be in here with us I thought.

I slid my hands down Megan’s body and pulled her panties down to her thighs as I got down on my knees. I traced a line down her body from her tits to her navel with my tongue and left a wet trail of passion in the process. She squealed in delight as I licked her inner thighs and worked my way towards her moist pussy.I flicked my tongue on her clit and looked up to see her eyes locked on mine.

She had such passion in her eyes and I knew she was loving every moment of this as much as I was. I decided to get a real good taste now and sucked on her pussy lips with much delight. She moaned loudly as I worked my tongue inside of her wet pussy.

“Ohhhh God! Mmmmm…oooohhh!,” she cried out. I felt her cum stirring inside of her as I tasted every sweet drop.

“Mmmm, you taste so good babe. Lay down,” I instructed her as I led her to the bed and laid her down. She quickly reached for my thong and practically ripped it off with a passion. I gave her a wide eyed look and slapped her gently for being so aggressive.

“Bad girl!” I exclaimed as I grabbed her face with my hand and stuffed a finger into her dripping wet pussy. Of course she knew I loved it when she couldn’t control herself. She whimpered some more when I started jamming my fingers into her pussy with a fury. It made a squishing sound as my fingers jammed in and out of her love hole.

“Fuck yea!,” she screamed as I finger fucked her harder and harder.

“You like that don’t you baby?” I asked her.

“Mmmmm, you know I do sexy. Keep fucking me with your fingers!,” she exclaimed.

I complied with much pleasure as my fingers sunk deeper and deeper into her wet fleshy folds. Her pussy was extremely wet now and I wanted to taste her cum as she neared her orgasm. I crawled down between her legs and buried my face in between her thighs as she moaned in delight.

“Mmmmmm, feels sooooo good! Oh God! Ohhhhh!,” Megan squealed as I sucked on her soaking wet pussy. Her juices were flowing all over my tongue and it tasted so sweet. The nectar of love. I spread her legs far apart as I stuck my tongue inside of her and fucked her with it.

She was practically screaming now and I told her not to hold back. “Ahhhhh! Ohhh! Fuck!,” she screamed. I sucked on her clit to drive her over the top and she creamed in response to my expert cunnilingus. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face into her crotch with force as she lost control. It felt good to be reacquainted.

“Oh, mmmm….” she cooed as I sucked her pussy lips and drained her juices. “Get on top of me baby, I wanna 69 with you,” she said as I slowly looked up at her flushed face.

I positioned myself on top of her in the 69 position as I prepared for what was soon to be the most powerful orgasm I had experienced in quite some time. Megan grabbed my thighs and gave me a playful slap on the ass as I hovered above her, my pussy inches away from her beautiful face.

“Yea baby, you wanna taste that pussy?” I asked her as I caressed her thighs.

“You know it baby,” she replied as she pulled me down and stuffed her face into my pussy. “You taste so fucking good, mmmmm,” she said while licking my wet pink pussy.

I moaned lightly as she worked her mouth around my pussy lips. I could feel my juices dripping out slowly while she continued to work her tongue all over my lips and it felt like heaven.

“Oh fuck yeah! Unhhhhh….” I moaned as she sucked my pussy. I could feel an orgasm coming on and I knew it was gonna be intense. Megan smacked my ass hard as she ate my pussy with a passion. I started grinding her face in response to her expert tongue work. “Mmmmmm….oh yea! Fuuucckkk!” I proclaimed as my orgasm came.

I screamed in passion while my cum drowned Megan with love.My pussy always becomes very sensitive after I orgasm and I tried to pull away for a second to gather myself but Megan grabbed my legs and forced me back down onto her hungry lips. I moaned loudly as she snacked away on my dripping wet pussy.

“You’re not going anywhere baby,” Megan said to me while she spanked me.

I could feel my legs trembling as another orgasm neared. Megan sucked my pussy aggressively as I moaned loudly and thrashed about the bed, not caring what anyone could hear.

I thought to myself, maybe Rod was jacking off next door, nutting all over his hands as he dreamed of being with us in bed. How would that cock feel buried in our respective cunts? Hmmm…

As Megan continued eating my pussy, I reached for one of her toys, a pink dildo that was about 7 inches in length. It was playtime and to my surprise, Megan had already gotten the same idea! She had one of my toys, my fave clear dildo, in her hand and was working it into my soaking wet pussy at the same time that I was shoving the dildo into her cunt.

It squished in and out with a loud popping noise due to her wetness and how tight her pussy was. Meanwhile, Megan was pumping my dildo in and out of my own pussy while she licked and sucked my sensitive clit and it felt so good that I creamed all over again and again.

“Ohhh, fuck baby! You do that so fucking good!” I exclaimed as she worked my toy into my pussy. She then reached for her bag and pulled out some anal beads to my delight. “Mmmm, baby…what you gonna do with that?” I asked knowing full well what she was planning.

“Honey, I’m going to stick these right up your tight little asshole,” she replied. With that, she spit into my asshole and worked her finger into it first to loosen it up a bit. Then she pumped it faster and faster as I moaned with pleasure.

“Mmm, yea that’s it. Stick it right in my dirty little asshole,” I teased her.

“You naughty little girl, I’m gonna do just that,” she replied as she stuck the anal beads into my tight asshole. One bead at a time, they disappeared into my ass. She took the dildo that I had been fucking her with and stuck it into my pussy as she worked my ass, not caring that her juices and my spit were all over it.

We switched dildos like this a few times so that we could feel and taste each other’s cum. She pulled the dildo out of my pussy and sucked it clean with a loud smacking sound and I did the same with her.

After a few more orgasms in the 69 position, I decided to lay back and make her eat me out some more so I grabbed her and gently positioned her head between my legs as I relaxed and put my head on the pillow. The anal beads were still deep in my ass and it felt great. Megan went back to work, licking and sucking my pussy for all it was worth while she pulled the anal beads out slowly.

One by one the wet beads came out and I groaned with each one’s removal. When they were all out, Megan looked me in the eye and said, “Fresh out of your cute little asshole, watch me suck them dry babe.” She then proceeded to suck the beads clean, taking her time to savor every drop of my ass. “Mmmmmm, tastes so fuckin good baby,” she said.

“Oooohhhh…” I moaned as she went down on me again and licked me from my clit all the way down my wet fleshy folds and into my puckered asshole. She wasn’t going to hold back.I grabbed her by the hair as she licked my pussy and pushed her face deeper and deeper into my cum filled crotch.

She moaned into my pussy as she ate and I couldn’t help but cream her face yet again. It was all wet by now and my cum was all over her. Megan then reached for her bag of toys again and pulled out a double header dildo and smiled at me as she positioned herself so that we could share the long dildo. This was one of my favorite toys and she knew it, we were going to have lots of fun with this one.

We fucked each other with the dildo for what seemed like hours as orgasm after orgasm came over our bodies. Megan’s face was flushed and still wet from my cum, she didn’t even bother to wipe any of it off and it turned me on so much.

I grabbed her tits as I grinded away at the dildo and she grunted. Her breasts were perfect and I took full advantage of them, squeezing and cupping them. We sat up, the dildo still inside us and draped with our pussy juices, and kissed each other deeply while fondling each other’s breasts.

I smiled at Megan and said, “I wonder what our buddy Rod is doing.”

She smiled back and replied, “Probably jacking off a storm with all our loud moans and screaming.”

We giggled and lay in bed together, spent and very satisfied. The night was still young, we’d rest for a bit and start over again soon enough. I held Megan in my arms and called up my husband to inform him that I was having a great time. I could tell he wanted to be there with us. And I bet Rod did too.

I kissed Megan as our naked bodies intertwined, our juices still flowing between our creamy thighs. “You are so beautiful,” I said to her as I held her close.

She smiled and kissed me passionately in response before saying, “You are the absolute best baby, I wish you were mine.”

We continued kissing and caressing each other for quite some time, it was absolute ecstasy. Truly a night to remember.

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Finally Ch. 04

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At long last, the Finale of Finally. It would probably help to read the first three chapters of this, to understand this final chapter. I really enjoyed writing this couple’s story. And though they’re of my own creation I’ve grown very fond of Rico and Sherry, and I hope you’ll enjoy this.

Something was off with Sherry. Rico could feel it, but couldn’t figure out what it was. Though still pretty affectionate, somehow she seemed to be gradually pulling away and he had no idea why.

Last night he’d confessed that he loved her, and she’d said it right back with no hesitation, and yet something had shifted between them. All he knew was that he wanted things to go back to the way they were before, when she’d laugh and tease as they made love, and they were happy and everything felt perfect.

Could be he’d scared her and she wasn’t ready to hear how he felt. But she had to know this thing they had going on was way more than just a fling. At least it was for him.

Holding her close in bed, he watched her closed expression as she traced a fingernail around his nipple. She looked so serious and wasn’t saying a word. Finally, unable to take anymore, he tipped up her chin, and asked, “Hey, what’s wrong? What’s going on?”

Deciding there was no point in lying to him, letting out a sigh, she told him the truth. “To be honest, lately I’ve been feeling kind of guilty and a little selfish being with you, when I know you should be with someone more your age who can give you everything you deserve.”

Rico had no idea where she was going with this. “I’m not following you, Sherry.” Seeing as she was all he’d ever wanted, he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else anymore, and hoped she’d know that by now.

She looked up into his eyes, and he could see the torment in hers. “It’s just that when I saw how good you were with your niece and nephew, I realized that one day you’ll probably want kids of your own, and we both know at my age I would never be able to give you any.”

He blew out an exasperated breath, surprised that his family, without even knowing it had changed things between them, or at least her perception of what she felt he needed.

“Yeah, I love ’em, they’re great. And I also know that anytime I want to see them, I can. Liv’s more than happy to have me take them out somewhere and even spoil them a little whenever I want. But, that’s enough for me. When I take them off my sister’s hands to give her a break, the kids and I get some alone time and everybody’s happy. So, I don’t need to have kids of my own to know what it’s like. I’ve been helping her with the two of them since they were born. And sometimes I feel like more of a dad to them than their own father, who’s never been overly involved in their lives.”

Though she nodded, Rico still thought she didn’t look too sure.

Smiling into her eyes, he squeezed her ass, and kissed her. “But I’ll tell you what I do need right now, though.”

Smirking, she had a pretty good idea what he needed, especially when she reached between them and felt how hard he was. Lifting her leg and resting it on his hip, spreading herself open wide, she took hold of him and pressed him to her opening. “Am I getting warm?” she asked, loving how blissed out he looked as she ran the tip of his cock up and down along her slit.

“You’re way more than warm, baby, you’re red hot. And you got me right where I need to be.”

Impatient for the feel of her, his hands tightening on her waist, he thrust his hips and pushed, till he was sliding into her nice and deep. Smiling into each other’s eyes as he thrust, he let her have a feel of what she did to him every single time they were together, when she had him aching to get as close to her as he could possibly get.

Gently pushing her onto her back, he pulled out half-way and then thrust hard, till he was balls deep, right where he needed to be. As he slowly made love to her, he captured her lips with his, and soon she had her fingers tangling in his hair, softly moaning as he did his best to show her just how much he loved her.

When he could feel she was getting close, he changed the angle, got up on his hands and gave it to her good and hard, just where she seemed to need it, if the way she was squealing and clawing at his back was any indication.

“Oh, yes, right there. Oh, fuck me, yes!” she cried out tossing her head from side to side as she came with a shivering climax running right through her, hard enough he could feel vibrating into his cock.

Following right behind her, feeling the familiar telltale tingle run down his spine straight to his balls, Rico threw back his head and growled as he ruthlessly pummelled her pussy, giving her everything he had, till both of them collapsed clutching each other tight.

Her breasts still heaving hard, Sherry grinned coyly. “Now that’s what I’d call a nice way to wake up.”

Rico chuckled, took hold of her by the chin and kissed her, knowing if she’d let him, he’d Antep Escort Bayan be happy to wake her up like that every morning for the rest of her life. But for now, he was just glad that she seemed to have accepted what he said about the two of them being enough for him.

And hell, if she needed more, he figured he could always get her a cat.

When he went downstairs to make them some breakfast and heard the shower start to run upstairs, he frowned as he went into the fridge to get what he needed to scramble up some eggs. As he cracked them into a bowl and tossed a few sliced mushrooms into a hot buttered pan, he wondered why she hadn’t waited for him, since that was something else they’d always enjoyed doing together, having fun getting each other squeaky clean, so they could get busy all over again.

Then he noticed his keys on the counter that he’d put there to remind himself that the desk light was out in her office where she wrote, so after they’d eaten he knew he had to go back upstairs and take a look at it for her.

Looking up, staring at the ceiling, when she didn’t come down right away for breakfast, he imagined she was in her office, probably looking over one of the stories she was working on. But when she did finally make her way downstairs, smiling to himself, he noticed she was dressed to go out in a short little black and white patterned sundress with some pretty sexy looking strappy red sandals. But since she didn’t say anything about her plans, he thought it best not to ask.

Once she’d sat down and had a taste of the cheddar and mushroom scrambled eggs he’d made, she moaned. “Hmmm, is this ever good.” Then she reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “Thank you for this, Rico.”

“No problem. Glad you’re enjoying it.” Though he eyed her as he ate, since she wasn’t giving any indication that she was upset anymore, he decided to just let it drop.

Once they’d finished eating, cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, he was relieved when she finally told him what was going on. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, I’ve got a meeting with my sister-in-law and editor Marie. But I should be back in a few hours, and it shouldn’t take too long.”

“No problem. And while you’re gone I’ll take a look at the light that’s out in your office to try and see what’s wrong with it.”

About to pick up her purse and leave, smiling into his eyes, Sherry wandered over, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, whispering against his lips, “Thank you for being so good to me.”

His hands instantly slid up her thigh and under the back of her dress, till he was kneading her tight little ass in his hands, sliding his tongue between her lips, and kissing her right back. All he needed was a taste of her lips and he could feel himself growing hard. And so were her nipples, he realized, as she playfully brushed her breasts back and forth across his chest, starting to whimper and taunting him to take it even further — which got him wondering if they had enough time for a quickie, even just to take the edge off, before she had to go. She’d got him so hard he knew it wouldn’t take much for them both to get off. All he’d have to do was pull off her panties, slide in and give her a nice little send off before she had to leave.

Finally, smiling, Sherry pulled back, shaking her head. “Ooh, what you do to me. You know, if I didn’t have to go out, I’d be tempted to let you have your way with me again, like that first night when you bent me over the counter and nearly fucked me silly.”

Sliding his hands over her ass and squeezing, with his erection pressed tight against her belly, Rico grinned. “You know I can be quick, right?”

Sherry laughed and pushed on his chest. “Save it for later, stud.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “And maybe we can do a little re-enactment when I get back.”

With a playful swat to her backside, he nodded. “You can count on it.”

He walked her out to her car. And once she was seated inside and buckled up, he leaned in and kissed her goodbye, taking the time to linger over her lips to ensure that she knew he’d be waiting for her. She smiled, stroking her hand over his sexy bristled jaw, till he finally pulled back. Sighing, she said, “I shouldn’t be gone too long. And if Marie gets too long-winded, I’ll just tell her I’ve got to get back to my book, and that usually works, since she’s always after me to send her another chapter.”

With one last peck on her lips, he winked and told her, “Well, just remember I’ll be waiting for you to make good on that promise.”

As Sherry drove toward the city, grinning from ear to ear, thinking of him waiting for her back at home, probably naked and hard as a brick, she could feel every inch of her humming with anticipation. All he had to do was kiss her and he had her willing to do anything he wanted. Ooh, like take her hard from behind on the kitchen counter again. Her pussy already tingling, just imagining how good that would feel, she just hoped her meeting would be quick, or she knew she’d be squirming in her seat, since she was already feeling pretty anxious to get back to him.

After he watched her drive away, shaking his head, Rico got his tool box out of his truck, went back inside and headed up to her office to see if he could figure out what was wrong with the light, hoping it was just the light bulb that needed replacing, he’d check that first.

But when he sat down at her desk and looked around her tidy office with row after row of books on the shelves, a lot of them her own titles, it felt kind of odd to be sitting in the chair where she created the fantasies women like his sister could hardly wait to read.

Then he noticed that she’d left the computer on, and had only turned off the monitor. Curious, with his hand poised over the mouse, he wondered what she was working on, and decided to take a look.

But when the screen lit up and he started to read, he felt his heart sink down in his chest, till he swore it hit the floor as he read the last thing she’d been writing. ‘As painfully hard as it would be, I knew I had to tell him that it was over. Though, what we had was beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of, I knew it couldn’t last. Ruggedly handsome, virile men like him never stayed faithful for long. Before he strayed, I knew I had to let him go, no matter how much it would hurt to know that what we had was done and I was never likely to see him again.’

Unable to read anymore, Rico reached out and turned off the monitor, sagging down in the chair. He wondered as he sat staring at the black screen how it could end like this, with just a few strokes on the keyboard sealing his fate. Obviously she’d been mulling it over for a while afraid that he would be the one to hurt her, she’d decided to cut him loose first.

And if he wasn’t so crazy about her, it wouldn’t matter. He’d just head out and go on with his life, and probably find someone new. But seeing as she was the only woman he wanted and the only one he’d ever cared for this deeply, and already couldn’t imagine his life without her, he had no idea what he was going to do.

Never the type to grovel, he realized if she wanted him gone, it was probably best if he just left. No need to tell her why, since she’d already made up her mind about them when she’d typed that final passage, probably hoping he’d read it, when she’d conveniently gone out and left her computer on, knowing that he’d be checking the light. He pushed to his feet, picked up his tool box and headed out to his truck.

As he drove south along the highway toward the city, he just wished she’d have been honest with him when he’d asked her what was going on when they woke up together, instead of leading him on and acting all playful, making him think he still had a chance with her.

She’d told him once she was worried that someone his age could never really be serious about a woman old enough to be his mother, but if he was going to be honest, he’d never had a problem with the difference in their age, and had even surprised himself with how hard he’d fallen for her.

But as he drove into the underground parking garage at his condo, he knew he had to try and forget what they had, or he’d drive himself crazy with ‘what ifs’.

After what he’d read, he knew she wouldn’t be interested in even seeing his face again, so he’d just have to move on and try and put it all behind him.

Like that was going to be an easy thing to do.

When Rico unlocked the door to his place, and saw his niece and nephew turn their head and their eyes go wide when they looked away from the TV and saw it was him, he laughed at the way they always ran to greet him, squealing, “Uncle, Rico!” with their arms open wide. As he scooped them into his arms, and pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks, he was just glad he still had a family that cared for him.

His sister Liv popped her head around from the kitchen, looking just as surprised to see him. “Hey, I didn’t know you were coming over. I was just making us some lunch. So if you’re hungry, it’s just tuna sandwiches and veggie sticks, and I can make some more if you want.”

He shook his head, trying not to look as bad as he felt. “No. I’m good. You guys go ahead and eat.”

Liv walked out of the kitchen, narrowing her eyes on him. “So, what happened?”

He shrugged, struggling to keep his voice steady as he tried to explain. “Nothing really happened. I think she just decided she’s done with me.”

Never one to hide what she was thinking, her eyes went big, her voice rose and she nearly yelled at him, “What the hell did you do, Rico? Because I know last time I saw you two, you were like over the moon happy with each other, and Sherry was practically glowing, and come to think of it, so were you.”

That got his back up, assuming it was his fault, and he stared her down. “I didn’t do anything, okay. I think she was afraid I might be growing tired of her, so she made the first move and ended it before anything could happen.”

Her expression softened, realizing how hurt he looked. “Oh, Rico, I’m sorry. And I got a feeling you really cared for her, too.”

When she hugged him to her chest and started gently stroking his hair, he nodded, and told her the truth, fighting to keep the emotion out of his voice. “Yeah, I really did.”

“Well, you know what they say: There’s plenty of fish in the sea.” She pulled back and patted his cheek. “And you’re not a bad looking guy, so I’m sure before too long you’ll find someone else to fill her shoes.”

Trouble was, as he stared blankly across the room, he already knew he’d never find anyone quite like her. And if he had any idea what to say to make her reconsider, he’d say whatever she needed to hear, but he had a feeling from what he’d read that the die was cast and he’d only be wasting his breath.

But, despite his mood, he looked down and smiled when he felt his niece Olivia tugging on his hand and quietly murmuring, “Well, I still love you, Uncle Rico.”

Lifting her into his arms, he pressed a smacking kiss to her cheek and said, “Good thing I’ve still got you guys then, huh?”

Though Liv nodded, she just stared at her big musclebound brother, looking more vulnerable than she’d ever seen him.

Sherry’s meeting with her sister-in-law seemed to drag on forever, since Marie had decided to go over every single item in her latest manuscript she felt was even slightly questionable, point by agonizing point, particularly her choice for the male love interest in her story that she wasn’t too sure of. But as always, Sherry did her best to keep an open mind and listen to her suggestions. Especially since Marie was the perfect person to review the type of historical romance novels she mainly wrote, since she was basically an expert on Victorian nobility and the acceptable standards of the day. Sherry smirked, most likely because her sister-in-law was actually a bit of a snob herself, in addition to being a very supportive friend who just happened to be an expert in her field.

After clearing her throat, Marie said, “Though in theory I like that you’ve changed the male protagonist and the object of her desire from a wishy-washy blond aristocrat to a more swash-buckling sexy dark-haired rogue. I just wonder, coming from such entirely different worlds how Lady Madeleine and this new man could ever have a future together. Not that I’m totally against you breaking from the typical formula for this type of novel and trying something new. It’s just kind of hard to conceive that they could make it work, and find themselves living happily ever after, as your readers would expect, unless of course Miguel turns out to be secretly fantastically wealthy, or despite the swarthy way you’ve described him, is actually an heir to a throne. Unless in the end, you plan to have her re-think her rash decision and eventually have her settling for someone more befitting her station in life that she knows in her heart of hearts, would be a far better match, as well as being more acceptable in her society than such a brash rogue would ever be.”

As Marie prattled on, it occurred to Sherry since Rico had been the one to inspire her to change her character from a boring, blond pasty-faced dud to a more exciting dangerously attractive and far more sexy bad boy type for the lady in her story to fall head over heels in love with, she knew she was also defending her choice in choosing Rico in real life, too.

When she noticed that Marie was waiting, she thought carefully as she explained her reasoning, trying not to give anything away about her own real life sexy rogue. “Marie, I think that sometimes people are just drawn to each other, no matter if they come from different worlds. And when they’ve fallen as deeply in love as these two have, then nothing else really matters but them happily living out their lives together, and somehow they just find a way to make it work. I believe my readers will agree that Lady Madeleine choosing an exciting love-filled life with Miguel over a life of privilege with a cool, pompous man like the Duke, just to satisfy the expectations of her peers and family, is a far braver choice that I think they’ll thoroughly enjoy reading, and find themselves rooting for a happily ever after for them, despite what anyone in her society might think.”

Sherry thought about how hard she’d worked on the story before she’d given up and changed it, and added, “I actually did give her a try with the Duke, and was going with that story line at first. But I just couldn’t feel anything for them as a couple, even when he finally kissed her, it felt forced and lacked any real passion, because he simply didn’t have an ounce of passion in him, though I tried my best to make him sound appealing. But when I let myself imagine her with the far more exciting choice of devilish Miguel, the story almost wrote itself. And the passion just flowed from them onto the screen. And I think I already know they’ll have a happy ever that the fans will absolutely adore.”

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Guarding the High Rollers

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This story features another adventure of naughty security guards Kate Galloway and Scott Quinn. It can function as a stand-alone erotic story, but if you’d care to meet Galloway in her first romp of being a naughty on-duty officer, then see the story “Security Mischief Turns Steamy” and her other story “Late Night Security Threesome”.

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They called it “muster”. Muster… it was a fancy semi-military circle-jerk of a name assigned to a weekly pre-shift 15 minute meeting, where our supervisors briefed us on bullshit that they thought was important (spoiler alert: there was NEVER anything important that needed to be relayed to us) regarding the issues of being an underpaid, unarmed security guard at a casino. The pain in the ass was that it was unpaid. Which was exactly why I never arrived on time for it. I rolled in late, like I always did. As usual, my partner, Kate Galloway, discreetly met my eyes and shook her head with a little suppressed smile. And as usual, Vic looked the other way.

Supervisor Vic was not a tall man. He was short, thin, and wiry. He looked like a marionette in a suit. But he dressed well, groomed himself, and carried himself like he towered over us. The man was an ex-Marine. And unlike most security supervisors, he treated us with respect, and looked the other way on much of our shenanigans (as long as it was harmless slap-dickery)– especially my apathy for the job. For that reason, we liked Vic.

So when he concluded our weekly pre-shift security meeting with “Galloway, Quinn, you’re on babysitting duty at Pit 4,” I only replied with an “Ah, fuck me.”

“Don’t say that out on the gaming floor,” Vic sighed, and walked away.

As the other guards dispersed, Galloway met me in the office. “Where’s your holiday cheer, little drummer boy?” She asked with a crooked smile.

It was the first week of December, and the music playlist that echoed through the overhead speakers was a never ending lineup of the same twelve holiday songs. I was already sick of them.

“Every time I hear a ‘par-rum-pa-pum-pum’ I think of the clattering of an automatic rifle,” I commented.

“Okayyy… now that you ruined that song for me forever,” Galloway commented and led us out onto the gaming floor.

Shit duty or not, I was never resentful of working with Galloway. Not ever. I can’t recall ever working a job that I hated nearly as much as I hated working security at a casino resort. But my partner was literally the best part of my day.

If this is your first time being introduced to Officer Kate Galloway, allow me to take a minute to describe this mixture of beauty and badass. Galloway got hired at the same time as me, we made friends in orientation, and stayed tight out of the gate. Supervisors often partnered us up, partly because of our bond, and partly because they trusted Galloway would keep me on the straight and narrow. I wouldn’t say that I was a trouble maker, but I walked the line of things I should not be doing on the job, and seldom took it seriously. Galloway cared about her job way more, without having to kiss ass to management. And as a tomboy with a sick sense of humor, she also knew how to tussle with the insufferable college-aged asshole male wanna-be cops that dominated our security force. Everyone described her as “cool” and everyone liked her. There was a pretty obvious reason for that…

Kate Galloway was hot. Even in comparison to all the slutty, scantily clad cocktail waitresses that attracted most of the attention from the men, security definitely boasted one of the best looking women in the casino. At age 23, Galloway was tall and fit, though not what you’d classify as slender. She had some curves to her that showed beneath that baggy sky-blue polyester security uniform. She had a thicker than average ass and thighs, although if you ever saw them bare, those thighs had some firm muscle definition. A flat tummy above curvy hips, and a pair of C-cup breasts. She had a few piercings and tattoos, as well, hidden while on-duty. A rockin’ body, but her face was what drew in my attention.

Maybe I’m a sucker for stronger features in women, but she definitely had them. Ice-blue eyes that would make you shiver. Sharp jaw line and nose. Full pink lips. Rosy cheeks that naturally made her squint when she talked. She had chestnut brown hair that she almost always dyed to an exaggerated raspberry/maroon color. It was wavy and while on duty, she kept it tied back in a simple ponytail. I normally prefer natural hair color, but her style for her hair worked. It made her look rebellious and wild.

I always tend to compare women to known actresses, to help paint a picture. Galloway’s celebrity look-alike would be Neve Campbell, during her younger years. Maybe sprinkle on a little bit of Lauren Graham, give her a dry wit, sarcastic way of speaking, and the restrained mannerisms of a lady cop playing poker, and you have Galloway.

People often regarded her with the lusty notion of “She’s probably wild in bed… Antep Escort Bayan like there’s a chance I might get hurt.” They wouldn’t be wrong. I should know. We’ve hooked up a few times.

To be honest, I don’t really know how to describe what Galloway and I are to each other. We’re buddies. We’ve always been friends. We’ve always been close. We go for beers and burgers after work. We’ve dated other people, but we’ve always stayed close and made time for each other. We trust each other more than we trust others. We protect each other. That hasn’t changed, even after we started sleeping together. But were we a couple? Not in the conventional sense. We’ve fucked other people since we started hooking up (usually at the same time), and there’s never been any issues of jealousy, exclusivity, or any of that crap that comes with a normal boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. Maybe it’s because we’re so much alike, that we know we’re never going to be closer with an outsider than we are with each other. Does that make sense?

We love each other for sure. And being partners at work is the most important aspect of our dynamic. It’s a bond that nobody else can break, really– like soldiers in combat. And as silly as it sounds, I’d be more offended if she started partnering up with another guard, than if she was actually fucking someone else. I’m positive that she felt the same way about me.

As we made our way to pit four, we fell into step with each other. I could sense Galloway looking at me.

“What?” I asked, finally.

She held back a smirk. “You look extra sour tonight. What’s wrong? Did your right hand reject you last night?”

“I’m going to ignore that comment,” I put my shoulder to hers and gave her a little shove. I glanced around at the festive decorations that adorned the casino and couldn’t help shake my head. “Christmas and a casino… it’s like oil and water.”

“Stop pouting,” she responded. “Speaking of which… what’d you get me?”

I didn’t miss a beat. “A dildo.”

“I have one of those, already,” she replied.

“How about one that was a custom cast of me?” I smirked.

“Why the hell would I want that?” She put her shoulder to mine and shoved me right back.

“So you can have two of me at once.”

“Variety is the spice of life, darlin’,” she drawled in a mock southern accent. “Having to please two of you literally sounds like hell.”

“Fuck you.”

We found our way to the craps table that Vic sent us to.

When Vic assigned us to “babysitting duty” what he really meant was that we had some high-rollers on the gaming floor– some self-obsessed insufferable asshole with a lot of money to throw around, who thought he was a big deal. They often requested that a security detail stand by to “guard” them. Who were they fooling? We weren’t armed. We had no arresting authority. We were one step up from mall cops. I think secretly, these hotshots knew that. They wanted us there, not out of concern for their safety, but to show off. Everybody look at me. I’m important enough to earn my own personal body guards. It was always an act, and a rather cheesy one at that.

“Do you think he tips?” Galloway asked.

“I’m going to guess not.” It’s normally not customary for high rollers to tip security guards. But sometimes one of them would be pretty cool and toss and chip or two our way if they had a hot hand. One especially down-to-earth Cinderella story had come in with two grand, and turned it into $40,000. The guards posted to him hadn’t even been at his request, but at the Casino’s (to make sure he wasn’t cheating). The officer assigned to him had been tipped $900 that night. Unfortunately it wasn’t me.

But such things were rarities. Tonight would be a typical load of crap.

“This is such bullshit,” I grumbled. “I get paid to guard everyone in this building. I don’t get paid to guard some rich asshole, from a bunch of not-so-rich assholes.” And it was true. I don’t know who this guy thought he was fooling, but the truth was, if someone walked up and stuck a weapon in his face, and demanded his winnings, I wouldn’t lift a finger to stop it. I’m not a cop. I’m not a bodyguard. My badge reads “Security”, and therefore my only duty is to observe and report. Nothing more. If this guy wanted more than that, grow up and hire body guards or bribe a police department, like a real adult does!

Galloway snickered. She always enjoyed my surly sense of humor. One of the initial reasons we became friends in the first place. Apparently a man with a dark sense of humor does it for her.

Pit Four was entirely dominated by Craps tables. “Why Craps?” Galloway mused. “I’ve never seen anyone win big at Craps.”

I could only shrug. She was right.

We found the previous shift guards standing at the corner, watching. We tapped them on the shoulder. “Your relief is here.” I declared.

“It’s those guys over there,” the middle shift guard explained. I noticed that there were five of them. They were young, probably about the same age as us– mid twenties. They were well dressed kids who probably had a bit too much money, judging from their clothes and boisterous attitudes. “Some sort of bachelor party,” the guard told us. “They’ve been tossing around a lot of money, so I’m guessing they’re a big deal.”

“I’m not impressed,” Galloway scoffed.

“Are they cool?”

The guard merely shrugged. “They’re young, drunk, and full of themselves. What the hell do you think?”

“They sound obnoxious,” Galloway said. Several of the men glanced over to us, particularly her. I can’t say I blame them. Even in uniform, Galloway could probably distract James Bond, himself, at a card table better than any European floozy in a cocktail dress could.

The guard barked a laugh. “You ain’t seen nothing yet. Their spouses are here too somewhere. Group of loud drunk women that keep stopping over. You’ll hear them coming, long before you see them.”

“Terrific,” I muttered.

Galloway gave them a snappy salute, and the mid shift boys left for the night.

As you might come to expect, there wasn’t much going on. Our task was to stand at the peripheral of this group of high rollers and look formidable. It basically kept the curious drunk or gambler from wandering too close. And if they did, we’d simply ask them to step back. That was all. An excellent use of our time, don’t you think?

I leaned my hip on the end of the Craps table and folded my arms, watching them roll dice. I never really learned how to play Craps, and no matter how hard I attempted to pick it up, I just couldn’t. It held little interest for me.

Galloway seemed to be of the same mindset. She stood on the other side of the group, with a stone face, chewing the inside corner of her mouth. Occasionally she’d shoot me a glance if one of the guys got a little too tipsy and teetered on his own feet.

They weren’t a bad looking bunch, I suppose. And there was ample time to study them. Kyle was the name of the groom-to-be. He was a tall, sandy-haired man, with a week’s worth of stubble, big arms, and a maroon silk shirt that was nearly the color of Galloway’s hair. Rick was the best man– dark hair, a serious face (probably the most responsible one in the group) since he looked to be the one in charge of keeping Kyle drunk but not sick. Steve was the party boy, as apparently by his face alone. Big mouth, stupid grin, pink neck tie (picture Ashton Kutcher in any one of his more brainless roles). Jeff was the big guy with the barrel chest, full beard, and enough of an expression to hint that he was probably the heavy drinker. And last we had Brandon, the horny pretty boy who would hit on pretty much any cocktail waitress who came and went, making sure the five of them had a constant supply of booze to keep them gambling.

Again, they weren’t a bad looking bunch. They were all fit, muscular, and from the way they dressed, looked like they’d have no shortage of money to throw around. Good for the casino. Bad for us.

And they were also spending a lot more time throwing glances at Galloway. Especially once the booze settled into their systems and guided their actions. They spent less and less time ogling the cocktail waitresses, and more time leering at my partner. I can’t say I blame them. They have good taste.

I noticed a few of the more brazen ones– Steve and Brandon especially– broke off from the herd and started chatting it up with Galloway. I couldn’t hear the words that were being exchanged, by I could tell from the way they were trying to casually lean on the table as they interacted with her, that they were trying to smooth talk the hot female guard. Galloway wasn’t really giving them much to work with. She was usually like that. Just curt one or two word responses. Although I did see a few instances where her cheeks flushed with color. They were definitely making passes at her.

But all in all, it wasn’t anything noteworthy. We had a job to do, which was also a bit more difficult than we initially thought. It was hard to keep the guys wrangled in when they kept coming and going from the table. Someone would have to step away to use the bathroom, another would go to the bar and return with drinks. Someone would step away to make a phone call, or try to chase down some waitress.

And it only got worse when the bridal party decided to make their cameo appearance. The mid-shift guards were right. We could hear them coming before we saw them. Loud and screechy and definitely drunk. The gaggle of five women were clad in pink sashes like Miss America contestants. They wore feathery pink scarves that made me wonder which Muppet they’d skinned alive. The bride-to-be was wearing a tiara… like she was fooling anyone.

“Hi boys!” They declared, crowding the groomsmen’s side of the table. They were sauntering around with their drinks, loud talking over everyone, and I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the guys, as douche-like as they may be.

Galloway joined me on my side of the table. “Pink nightmares,” she whispered to me.

I snickered, watching as the women plucked at the bachelors, messing their hair, pecking them on the cheeks, plucking at their ties, and taking selfies by the boat-load.

“They kind of remind me of that scene in the Hitchcock movie ‘The Birds’,” I smirked. “You know… the school yard scene.”

Galloway allowed a grin to spread from ear to ear. “Risselty rosselty now now now.” She sang in a haunted sounding voice.

We looked at each other had to hold in our laughter. It came out anyway, like a motorboat sputtering sound.

As we joked, delighted in each other, Supervisor Vic radioed us. “Vic to Quinn and Galloway.”

“Go for Galloway,” she sang back into her mic.

“What?” I asked, not bothering with the radio lingo.

“Just an FYI, those high rollers that you’re babysitting, keep on them until you’re relief arrives,” Vic said.

“What the hell?” I shot a look to Galloway. She merely shrugged in response. Typically we were meant to guard high rollers until they were done gambling. This was something new.

“It’s not at our request. It’s the casino’s,” Vic explained. “Clearly they’re having some sort of pre wedding party. And we don’t want them causing problems.”

“What kind of shenanigans do they think this bunch is going to get into?” Galloway asked.

It was my turn to shrug. “Pecking school children to death with their beaks.”

This earned a laugh from my partner. “Shut up,” she punched me lightly on the shoulder.

Our banter must have caught the attention of the group we were there to babysit. Because the addition of the drunk women became a catalyst for disaster. It wasn’t long before they were surrounding us.

“Are these the strippers?” One particularly vocal blonde (I assume the maid of honor) called out to the men.

“Couldn’t be!” Steve shouted back. “We ordered two women! I want a refund!”

I could feel the women assessing me. One of them even began to pluck at my shirt, much to my annoyance. “You don’t have to send him back, we’ll take him.” Another said. “You can have the girl.”

“You do know we’re not strippers, right ma’am?” Galloway asked, trying to get a read on if they were kidding or being serious.

“With the amount of money we’re throwing around, you’re whatever we say you are,” Jeff and Steve chimed in drunkenly from their end of the table.

Galloway shot me a look and rolled her eyes. She wasn’t offended. It was hard to offend either of us.

“It’s so hot when they tell it like it is,” the bachelorette said. Then she began to pull on my shirt. “We’ll take this one. We’ll leave you with the girl guard.” I was a little alarmed as the gaggle of pink nightmares began to lead me away from the Craps table. I could barely tolerate them for a hot minute. Now they were dragging me along to whatever pit of hell they’d crawled out of?

“Have fun boys,” the women called over their shoulder. “We’re be in the VIP area. Don’t wait up!”

I really didn’t want to go, but my boss had been pretty insistent that this group needed a watchful eye on them. And seeing that they were already visibly drunk (something that the casino grew uptight about), I knew I didn’t have a whole lot of other options. I resigned myself to my fate, leaving Galloway in the pit.

***

Now at this point, I should probably go on to explain that me and Galloway were forced to split up– something that we rarely did. The events of the rest of her night, I was not present for– I had my own adventure (which I’ll cover in the next installment). But since me and her eventually regaled each other everything that happened, I’ll try my best to recreate her own sexy and exhausting night.

***

Alone with a hottie like Galloway now, it was only a matter of time before the boys came up with less than wholesome needs. Rick stepped over to the group of men. “I have some bad news, guys,” he said, putting his phone away. “The strippers had to cancel on us.”

“What the fuck? Why?” They responded. Most of them were very drunk by now, and not afraid to get a little loud and rowdy.

“Hell if I know,” Rick shrugged. He was indifferent. It wasn’t like they had been paid yet, anyway.

“Well there goes the entertainment for the night,” a dejected looking Brandon pouted.

“Aww, hang in there buddy. I hate to see a friend cry,” Steve put his arm over his friend’s shoulders, with mock sympathy that only douche bags with no concept of real sympathy could possess. “I’ll wrangle us up some entertainment.”

As several of the cocktail waitresses came by, he and Jeff alternated chasing them down. Galloway watched with a mixture of annoyance and amusement while these drunk daddy’s boys made asses of themselves, getting in their way, and trying to proposition them.

“Hey baby, want to make some real tip money tonight?” “Hey cutie, want to come back to our room?” “Hey baby, what time does your shift end? Want to party?” “Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby…”

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Guilty Pleasures Pt. 01

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There’s nothing like rough hands sliding up your back under your shirt, unless it’s smooth hands sliding up your front at the same time. There’s nothing like two pairs of lips, one nibbling on either side of your neck. My bare skin hit the cold air as my shirt hit the ground, and immediately goosebumps sent a prickling sensation all across my chest. There was a second where nothing happened and all I could do was breathe and wait. His hands were on my hips and his body was pressed against my back, I could feel how hard he was against my ass and I almost growled because I wanted it. Her hands traveled over my collarbones and shoulders slowly, leaving a trail of heat behind them, and her eyes were glued on me so intensely that I had to look away. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and I struggled not to make a sound or move. I stood perfectly still as a blindfold was lowered over my eyes and tied behind my head, there was nothing but the sounds of their breathing around me. A hand pressed gently on the center of my chest, making me step back until I felt the bed behind my knees, I sat down. Nobody touched me, nobody said a word.

There was another pair of footsteps. I could pick out the heavy stomp of his, the light shuffle of hers, and another step almost like a long-strided tiptoe. I immediately knew who’s steps they were, Alia. I knew her thin, long fingers that ran over my cheek and made their way to my chest still dotted with goosebumps, i knew her lips that pressed against mine possessively, she’s being brave today, I thought as she whispered something in my ear too soft for me to quite understand. I could hear the three of them step away and talk but I couldn’t understand exactly what was being said, i strained to hear anyway, with no luck. I pouted, impatient and unhappy with being left out of the conversation, this made them laugh so i pouted harder.

The talking stopped soon after it started and I could hear them walking towards me again, my skin began to heat up. I felt somebody crawl behind me on the bed, I felt her hands run up and down my back, just barely scratching me with her nails so I leaned back into them almost begging her to leave red marks all over me. I heard knees pop, somebody was kneeling in front of me.

The knot holding my sleep shorts up was untied at an agonizingly slow speed, I reached to untie them myself but drew back when my hand was given a sharp smack. It was so hard to sit still, it was so hard to wait and not see what was happening. When my shorts fell I stepped out of them carefully and just sat, again nobody touched me or said a word but I could feel their Bayan Escort Gaziantep eyes on me. I started to feel uncomfortable so i shifted from putting my weight one leg to the other, still nobody moved.

After what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few minutes, I felt a pair of hands grab both of my arms and pull me back until I was completely on the bed. She was behind me, I could feel his fishnet shirt that she had pulled on brushing against me and I shivered at the new feeling on my skin. I felt Ashia’s hands run from the tops of my feet, up my legs and thighs, and finally rest on my hips. She took her time, exploring my skin and letting her fingers linger over my scars which made me bite my lip to keep from sighing. As she brushed her lips over my hipbones I felt him switch to the spot behind me. I knew the sound of the rope and I obediently clasped my hands behind my back, excited to be tied up again. It didn’t take him long to secure knots all the way up my arms so that I couldn’t move them, there was more shifting and I felt the fishnet pressed up against my back again, I leaned back into her chest. Alia’s tongue was flicking over my hipbones and I let out a tiny whimper, this must have pleased her because I felt her lips bend into a smile against my thigh.

She started to kiss my neck from behind me, slowly and softly. I could feel her lip ring touch my skin every time and the sensation made me shiver. Tiny, sharp, cold pricks started from my fingertips and worked their way up my arm, he only pressed down enough to hurt a tiny bit. Alia’s tongue had moved from my hipbones and I couldn’t tell where she was until she slid her arms under my knees, bent my legs, and rested her hands on my hips. I squirmed as I waited to feel her tongue on me again, her hands held my hips down with force.

Her neck kisses and the pinpricks from his toy were nothing compared to Alia’s tongue flicking over my clit for the first time. My whole body shook and my eyes widened underneath the blindfold. I wasn’t expecting her to do that. Everything happened all at once after that. My neck was being bitten by two sets of teeth, one much more forceful than the other, and when one mouth left my neck I felt it on my chest a second later licking and pulling on my nipples.

Alia’s mouth between my legs was not skilled, but it was desperate, and the fact that she was doing this to me made my mind cloud and my back arch with excitement. I wished for a second that I could watch her but decided there would be time for that at another point. My lips formed her name but no sound came out, the feeling of her tongue, combined with the two other people who were touching me, was enough to get me off in less than five minutes. All I could do was try to catch my breath.

After my breathing returned to normal, Alia kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips and her tongue, then she was gone, I wanted more. I lifted my head to find her but had to lay back down to keep my balance while they moved around me. Now he was behind me, I knew because his skin is always so warm. I felt the fishnet shirt brush against my knees and the cold of her nipple rings poking through the tiny holes in the material. Her hands gripped my thighs. Alia’s hands were on me again, just running over my skin with a barely-there touch that made me want to lift my body up against her hands. His hands began at my lower back, moved up on either side of my spine, and settled around my neck. He didn’t squeeze, not yet. Not until her tongue was pressed against me, I couldn’t stay quiet, not when I was this sensitive. I knew this tongue, I had had it twice, and I had kissed these lips countless times, she was good at what she did and I tried my hardest not to writhe under her touch. His hands started to squeeze and I could feel it getting harder and harder to breathe. With my hands tied behind my back I couldn’t really struggle against him, so I gasped both in pleasure and for air. Alia’s hands were soft against me and contrasted his strong grip on my throat. He didn’t let go until I had come a second time, and when he did I gasped and sighed at the feeling of blood rushing back to my head making me feel deliciously dizzy. Alia continued to kiss me and I groaned at the feeling of her teeth digging into my lower lip.

There was more shifting and when I squirmed on the bed I felt his hands press my hips down, clearly telling me to stay still. I felt two mouths lower onto my chest and I felt his breath between my legs. Every single touch made my body jerk now, so even his breath on me was an intense sensation. I didn’t know long I would be able to last. I moved a bit and he quickly turned me over and slapped my ass with an open palm, I cried out just a little as he slapped the other side just to make it even. He obviously wanted me to stay still but I shifted again. The smooth leather tip of the riding crop ran down my spine and made my stomach flip, I tried to prepare myself for what came next. I heard the whistle of the crop through the air just one second before it made contact with my skin, leaving a fiery mark. I gasped and grinned, I wanted him to do it again, harder.

He rolled me back over and teased instead, running his tongue over me lightly and flicking the tip of his tongue so that my stomach clenched and I whimpered just a little, kissing my hipbones and my thighs, then biting down on my thigh so hard that I’m sure he left a bruise that would last for a while. He bit my neck again and the feeling made me cry out and grab onto the sheets beneath my hands. He ran his beard all over my legs and stomach. I was waiting, he knew that and he loved it. So he took his time taking his shorts off. I heard the sound of material sliding against skin and my heart rate picked up, all of my senses were on edge and I laid there blind and gasping for air and just…more. I felt him pull me closer so that he was comfortably between my legs, and then I felt him slide inside of me. It always hurt at first, just for a second, but I loved it. I groaned as he pushed himself all the way in. He knew exactly what I wanted, to be fucked so hard that i couldn’t walk. And that’s what he did. I still had two mouths and two pairs of hands running all over body, and him pushing me onto my side or lifting my legs and touching the back of my knees, a spot I didn’t even know existed. I couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of my mouth, I couldn’t catch my breath or form any words. I wanted him to use me.

I probably would have screamed when I came, but Alia’s mouth was firmly on mine and her teeth were clamped down on my lower lip so hard that I could feel it beginning to swell. He kept going until I came yet again and my body was shaking, my insides were on fire, my chest was heaving. He didn’t stop though, he leaned down and whispered “my turn.” The first words I had heard since the blindfold was put on. His breath in my ear and on my neck only made me want more.

He kept going, I heard his breathing get quicker and small sounds come from deep in his throat. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, burying his teeth in my shoulder. I wasn’t long until he stopped inside of me, breathing heavily. He pulled out slow and I groaned. I wanted to do it all again but I had nothing left, my body was exhausted. The blindfold was removed but I didn’t have the energy to open my eyes. the ropes were removed but I didn’t have the motivation to move my arms. I felt him pick me up like I weighed nothing and set me down in the bathtub, he turned on the warm water and left. I heard Alia’s footsteps before she came in the bathroom, and I heard her take off her clothes before she got in and started to wash my hair and body. Her hands wandered, she washed every inch of me and because we were sitting it was easy for me to push her backwards and kiss her until we were both breathless. I wanted to taste her and soon both of her hands were in my hair pulling me closer as I made her moan my name over and over.

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Lyla Ch. 03: Digs Deep

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“Morning.” Lyla called out to her housemate as she opened the fridge to get her water bottle. Sunni was sitting at the island, coffee in hand, staring out the window. Lyla took her in, she looked stunning dressed in short shorts and a loose fitting grey singlet.

“What?” She replied groggily.

“I said good morning, you OK? you seem kinda quiet lately.” Lyla was now jogging on the spot. She had recently taken up running, with all that was going on in her life at the moment she needed it to clear her mind. The results it had on her body didn’t hurt either.

“I’m fine,” Replied her housemate, swinging her brown legs over the stool and walking to her room, “Enjoy your run.”

Lyla stared at her as she slipped in her ear buds.

“I haven’t seen her like this before, I will make her dinner later and get to the bottom of it.” She thought as she went out.

She liked to run along the lake, it wasn’t as popular as the park due to all the uneven pathways. She occasionally met other joggers but the path was never busy. It was a crisp morning, she could see her breath snake up in front of her as she began her stretches. She glanced to her left and could just about make out Mr. Howe’s mansion. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered their encounter in his greenhouse.

“Last week I didn’t know he even existed.” She mused as she began.

After her run, she went home, removed her pink t-shirt and black skin tight leggings and hopped in the shower. She was apprehensive about work. Mr. Howe had been in to the office off and on all week but so far Lyla had been able to avoid him, but last night Clarke had called her and told her that the three of them were going to sit down and have a meeting to discuss their next move.

It had been OK when it was just her and Clarke in on their arrangement but the fact that not only did Mr. Howe know about her, but he was actively planning how best she could be used to tip potential clients and investors in their favor, made her skin crawl. As she had told herself numerous times before, she was not ashamed, she just fucking hated having to justify or explain herself to anyone.

The past few days she had Halle shadowing her. She gave her meaningless tasks to keep her occupied all the while trying to gain her trust. Clarke was very specific that he wanted her comfortable. Lyla was apprehensive at first, duping this nineteen year old woman. But as the days wore on she found that faking friendship actually wasn’t as hard as she thought it was going to be. She had a soft spot for her.

She toweled off quickly and picked a black shirt, she decided to wear the same short skirt and kitten heels from her encounter with Mr. Howe.

She knocked on Clarke’s office door before entering, the two men were sitting side by side on the soft sofa’s in front of Clarke’s desk.

“Ah, here she is.” Mr. Howe said, looking her up and down, a smile of recognition crept on to his face. “Great to see you again Lyla.”

“You too,” She replied sitting down, keeping her legs tightly pressed together.

“Mr. Howe and I have been talking Lyla, and we think we have come up with a viable solution to gain more ground on Holt. We just need to keep trying to solidify our resources and reinforce what we already have, new ideas that sort of thing.” Clarke said as he poured three glasses of water.

“What had you in mind Mr Bentley.” She said as she accepted the glass, addressing Clarke only. But it was Mr. Howe who answered.

“For a start we think it’s time you cemented Halle’s trust with you and this company. I suggested to Clarke, and he agrees. We are sending you both for spa treatments. Girls night out if you will. You will be staying the night, we are going to sell it as a first week welcome gift, though I doubt she will need much convincing.”

She was irked that Clarke had just sat back and let Mr. Howe speak. She didn’t like taking orders from him but wasn’t about to broach the topic right now. She filed it away and smiled.

“Sounds lovely, I will let her know.”

“No need,” Clarke said, “Emailed her the certificates earlier. Hope you didn’t have plans.”

“Would it matter if I did,” She bit back.

“Now, now Lyla, we are all a team, there’s no need to be upset.” Mr. Howe said quietly. “Go get some treatments done, have a few drinks, relax and whatever happens happens.”

“What does that mean exactly. I get her drunk so what. You think she is going to reveal some of Holt’s secrets.”

“She may or may not but I want her on our side.” Clarke replied firmly. “I hired an investigator to find her and according to her back ground she likes the ladies. So if it arises I trust you will progress your friendship to the next level.” He looked at his feet as he spoke the last words.

The thought of bedding a nineteen year old girl excited her greatly but she wasn’t going to let them know that. Lyla had a few enjoyable liaisons with women in the past.”

“Hmm,” she muttered. “I will see what I can do. For future meetings Mr. Escort Bayan Gaziantep Bentley I am sure you and I can discuss any plans or ideas you have amongst ourselves. No need to be dragging poor Mr. Howe all the way down here for this. Coffee gentlemen.” She said standing, smoothing her short skirt.

“Black, two sugars.” Mr. Howe replied sheepishly.

She walked quickly to the kitchenette, closing its door behind her and began to make the coffee in the percolator. It was a small windowless room, one wall lined with a counter top, sink and cupboards stocked with food, tea and coffee. A big fridge stored all the alcohol used to entertain clients. She was annoyed once again with Clarke, she was happy to do anything he asked but she would have preferred a conversation about it.

Putting a smile on her face she returned to the office and served the men their coffees. Sitting at her desk she could feel the dull ache of an oncoming migraine.

“I am so excited for tomorrow night.” Halle squealed as she stuck her head into Lyla’s office. “I have never been to a spa before, Mr Bentley is so nice.”

“Yes,” she replied sardonically, rubbing her temples.” He’s the best.”

Lyla left work early on Friday, telling Clarke that she had a few things to buy and pack for their girls night away. He said she could leave without looking away from his computer screen. Mr. Howe had barely left his side all week. Whatever they had plotted she was sure she would find out about it later.

She quickly showered, in her overnight bag she packed her toothbrush, skimpy pyjamas and her trusty vibrator.

“It can only help.” She thought to herself.

She placed two bottles of wine in her bag, she left a note for Sunni saying that she was away for the night and would cook them both dinner when she got back, a catch up was long overdue.

Two hours later and both girls were sitting beside each other getting pedicures.

“It’s so nice of Mr. Bentley to give me this as a welcome gift. Thank you so much for coming along Lyla and for all your help this week, I would be lost without you.”

“No problem,” Lyla replied taking a sip of her champagne, “Drink up, Mr. Bentley gave me the company credit card.”

“I have never seen a room like ours before, it’s amazing.” Halle gushed, spilling some drink down her robe.

Lyla agreed with her, the room was spectacular, plush carpets, giant en suite, comfortable living room, fully stocked kitchen area. Clarke thought of every detail, even down to the giant king sized bed. Halle had offered to sleep on the couch but Lyla wouldn’t hear of it. If they ended up sleeping together then so be it, she wasn’t ruling it out but wasn’t going to force it either.

“How much have you had to drink?” Lyla laughed seeing the drink spill down her chin. She thought Halle was cute when she was relaxed and care free. Her short hair was wrapped up in a thin towel. The robe clinging to her body, her smile lighting up her face.

“Not much, I don’t usually drink that often so I better slow down.” Halle replied embarrassed.

“We are here to enjoy ourselves, maybe just cool it until we get back to the room. Anyways let’s not talk about work, tell me more about why you moved here.” She was fishing for details now, tact was never her strong point.

“Well. I moved here about two years ago, it was always just me and my Mom, I always wanted to know my Father but she never revealed too much about him. Then she got sick, before she passed she told me his name and I looked him up online. She said he knew I was born but didn’t want to meet me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Lyla interjected.

“No it’s fine, he supported us, my Mother called it hush money. As long as we stayed away he would keep depositing the money every month. I was sitting at home one night feeling very sad and I am not sure what happened because the next thing I know I was on a plane and then at his front door.”

“What happened when he answered.”

“He was shocked. Told me to meet him at a cafe in town ,was worried someone would see me I guess. He turned up at the cafe with his son Holt in tow, nasty guy that man. Thought I was after money but I just wanted to get to know my Dad. Holt offered me so much money to disappear and not come back, said his Mother didn’t need to know of his Fathers drunken mistake. I turned him down obviously, I worked out an agreement with our Father, I would stay away and he would rent me an apartment and pay for my studies, he said he would visit me often, but once I moved in to the place he stopped returning my phone calls.”

“Oh Halle.” Lyla said as she rubbed her forearm. “That sounds so shit.”

“So,” Lyla mused, “Halle was Holt’s secret half sister not step sister like they thought. Clarke is going to have a field day with this.”

“I think that fucker Holt talked our Father out of seeing me.” She said loudly. The nail technicians looked at each other.

“It’s OK Halle calm down, let’s not get worked up it’s meant to be a relaxing night. How did you get the job with Clarke, I didn’t know he was looking for anyone.”

They both refilled their glasses.

“It’s the funniest thing, I had just completed my secretary course and I get a phone call the evening of my last exam, offering me a position. Jennifer said they seen my resume online and thought I would be perfect for the role. Was pure chance really, I have not updated my resume in years so it still had my old address. I just happened to be living near, I think I am going to like working there, everyone is so lovely. I just wanna keep my head down and do well.”

“So far you are doing great, just keep at it and learn as you go I guess, we were all new once.”

Clarke had told her that he had hired a private investigator to do some work for him, he was lucky that Halle wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box or his chance offer of a job would have been rumbled.

Once the pedicure was finished they decided to return to their room. Halle struggled to put the key card into their door, this brought on a fit of laughter from the two girls, the champagne hitting them both hard.

“I think we should put on our face masks and have a nap, what do you think Halle?”

“Sounds good to me, then more drinking right?”

They both applied each other’s mask. Halle bent forwards towards Lyla, her robe opened slightly giving Lyla an eyeful of her pert breasts. Halle quickly closed it and muttered an apology.

“No need to apologize, nothing I haven’t seen before, ” Lyla said as she applied the cream to her hands and spread it all over Halle’s round face, her bright brown eyes staring back at her.

“Besides you have nice tits.” This brought on another wave of giggles. Halle’s full lips pulled back over pearl white teeth, her nose was small and fitted her face perfectly.

“She is definitely cute,” Lyla thought.

They both sat upright, not wanting the thick grey face masks to get on any of the cushions.

They were both about to nod off when Halle whispered sleepily.

“I really like you Lyla,”

“I really like you too.” She replied, feeling both guilty and a little excited.

Lyla woke with a start, Halle was standing over her with a glass of wine in each hand.

“Hope you don’t mind I helped myself, I seen it in your bag.”

“It’s fine,” she said accepting the glass, she stood up and walked to the bathroom “That’s why I brought it.”

Halle stood in the door way, her mask washed off, she looked embarrassed again.

“What is it?” She asked splashing warm water on her face.

“I seen something else in your bag.”

“Oh, that.” Her face flushed. She thought she had wrapped the vibrator in her pyjama top.

“It’s just a vibrator, I bring it with me in case the mood takes me, you know what I mean.”

“No not really, I have never used one before.”

“Really! you have to get one they are so much fun, trust me. Sometimes they are better than any man.”

“I wouldn’t know about that, I have had only one boyfriend and that was years ago, we didn’t go the whole way. Kind of silly really.” She looked like her face was going to explode.

“It’s not silly at all Halle. Everyone is different. I will help you find a man if you want, we can even look on my app tonight, I can go to the bar give you the room.”

“Thanks but I don’t think I am into guys that much. I mean I like to look at them and I know if a guy is hot and stuff but I am more turned on by women” She said the last part slowly.

“That’s fine too, I can help you find a woman. Hell I might find me a woman as well.”

Halle began to relax, they both laughed and sat in the living area.

“You have been with women?” She asked raising an eyebrow sheepishly.

“Two or three, how about you?”

“Zero, I am too nervous.”

“You never kissed any of your girlfriends at sleepovers?”

“No, I didn’t really have that many friends., was just mainly me and Mom.”

The wine was starting to make Lyla frisky again. She had a thing for virgins but the sex was always unsatisfying. Halle was eyeing her hopefully.

“Come here.” Lyla said, setting down her glass.

Halle followed suit and moved to sit beside her.

“Close your eyes.” Lyla instructed before she planted a soft kiss on Halle’s lips. Her whole face began to tingle. “How was that?”

“Amazing.” Halle replied her eyes still closed.

Lyla grabbed her face gently and kissed her once again, more firmly this time. Their lips made a soft smacking sound as she slid her tongue in. Exploring her mouth, she could sense Halle relax and begin to suck on her tongue.

“You’re good at this,” Lyla purred. Her body was electrified now. Lust slowly building in her loins. “You can touch my tits if you want.”

Halle nodded slowly, Lyla sat back and opened her robe. Her big soft breasts spilled out, Halle looked at them hungrily.

“You are beautiful Lyla,”

“Thank you.” She closed her eyes and sat back, Halle cupped each of her breasts, kneading them gently. Her thumbs grazing her erect nipples. Halle’s hands felt so soft on her flesh. She took one nipple in her mouth flicking it with her tongue. Lyla felt warm breath from her nose on her areola.

“Just like that,” She moaned, in between her thighs getting moist. She grabbed her breast and squeezed it, Halle’s licking became more rapid now.

Lyla reached across and pulled apart Halle’s robe. Grabbing one of her dark nipples. Halle groaned but continued to suck.

“Such pretty tits.” She whispered as she pinched it, tweaking it slightly. Halle’s skin was slightly tanned, moles dotted her forearms and chest. She was perfectly proportioned Lyla thought, the clothes she wore to the office did her no favors.

After a few minutes, Lyla stood up and poured them both a refill.

“How do you feel?”

“Awesome,” Halle replied gleefully, “I can’t believe it’s happening. I have thought about it for so long.”

“Well I hope I won’t disappoint you.”

“This isn’t going to affect my job is it.”

“No this is just between us girls, no one has to know.” Lyla cringed inwardly but lust had taken over, she couldn’t worry about anything now.

“Lie on the bed and lose the robe.”

Halle did as she was told.

Her knees were bent slightly, her head propped up on the pillow. As Lyla grabbed her toy from the bag she stood and looked her up and down, her toned legs seemed to go on for days. Her ass was pert and full, her bush was trimmed. Her breasts were firm with small dark nipples.

“Tell me if you are not comfortable with anything , OK?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” Lyla said with a smile as she threw off her robe and moved towards the bed.

She opened Halle’s legs a little bit, exposing her pussy, two big lips enclosed her snatch.

Slowly she tipped the wine glass in her hand and let some liquid splash onto Halle’s lower stomach, it quickly trickled down between her thighs. Lyla was there waiting and slurped it up as soon as it reached the lips. The taste of the wine mixed with Halle’s wetness drove her wild. She began licking feverishly, she started to gently suck the length of each flap before lapping the pink slit.

Halle grabbed a handful of the bed covers, moaning wildly. She started to contort.

“OH FUCKING HELL!” She moaned, her back arching off the bed as Lyla continued to eat her out, she had never experienced anything like this before. Her mouth went dry and her lower body went weak.

Lyla began to massage the clit with two fingers in a slow circular motion. She hadn’t been this turned on in a long time, she forgot how good it was to fuck another woman.

“Please let me taste you,” She heard Halle whisper, “Please.

Lyla laid beside her and opened her legs. 69 was one of her favorite positions. Halle spat on her twat before licking it timidly. Lyla put her hand on the back of her head and guided her to a better spot.

“Yes right there, that feels fucking amazing.”

She returned to Halle’s pussy, inserting a finger, it slid in easily. She was very tight at first but soon loosened up to let another finger in. Halle’s pussy eating skills were not the greatest Lyla had ever experienced but for a first timer she was doing just fine.

“You want to try my toy now?”

Lyla looked between her thighs and seen Halle’s head nod in agreement.

The motor in the vibrator whirred to life, Lyla placed it on her nipple while moving Halle’s head around her snatch. Her nerve endings were on fire, she wished she had brought her dildo along.

“That’s enough, lie back.”

Halle reluctantly moved away from between Lyla’s thighs, all around her mouth was wet.

With one hand she parted Halle’s flaps, the other inserted the steel shaft of the toy inside.

A long moan escaped. Lyla left the vibrator in place, all the while rubbing Halle’s clit. Still in the 69 position Lyla opened her legs slightly.

“Let’s wank each other off at the same time.” She said now moving the toy in and out of her.

Halle’s thin fingers began to work the outside of Lyla’s cunt, she slipped in her forefinger while massaging her clit with her thumb.

She began to fuck her harder with the toy now. Halle’s moans were sending her over the edge. Lyla found something so comforting being with another woman. They knew what felt good but she loved men and cock too much to join the wet knuckle club full time.

She could feel the build up in her loins as Halle continued to finger her, she reached her own hand down and helped out. Her orgasm shot lightning through her whole body. Blood rushed to her face as she moaned, the spasms rocking her body.

“Fuck.” She heard Halle screech. “FUCK!”

Lyla increased her thrusts, practically shoving it all inside of her. Halle’s whole body rocked as she came. Her facial features contorted like she was possessed. A thick jet of liquid shot out of her twat, soaking the bed and Lyla’s arm. It continued to spurt out of her for a few seconds, she rolled on her side, breathing heavily.

“What the fuck just happened.”

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Cathy , Mark: A Sibling Romance

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Hello. My name is Mark. I have a sister named Cathy. We’re both 19 years old and were born only two months apart. I’m a couple months older than her, so technically, I’m her ‘big brother.’ To this day, she still calls me ‘big brother.’

To be more specific, Cathy is actually my half-sister. Our father, Gordon, impregnated my mom around the same time that he also got Cathy’s mother pregnant. Dad had been fooling around with Cathy’s mom while still married to my mother. Dad was a bit of a ladies man back then as well as a real jerk. He and my mother divorced shortly after she found out he had sired another child with another woman. My father married Cathy’s mother. I ended up living full time with my mom while Cathy lived with our dad and her mom.

Cathy and I grew up together, but not in the traditional way most siblings do. Because my mom and dad were divorced, I only got to see my dad and Cathy every other weekend, most holidays and a few weeks during the summer. Cathy wasn’t a stranger to me, but she might as well have been when we were children. We got along great when we were together, but we lived in different households miles apart and went to different schools when we were really young. It wasn’t until my mom passed away from cancer when I was 15 years old that I moved in full-time with my father, my step-mom Janet, and Cathy.

I resented my father for how poorly he had treated my mother, but he insisted on taking me in and raising me after she passed. That meant that I finally got to live in the same household as Cathy, but I honestly never paid that much attention to her. Cathy and I had always gotten along great, but she and I didn’t hang out together a whole lot when I first moved in. She had her friends and I had mine. Plus, up until that point, I had been busy dating a girl named Lacey, who demanded a lot of my time and attention. That is, until I discovered her cheating with one of my buddies and broke up with her.

I admit that I was a bit despondent for a while after breaking up with Lacey and tended to mope around the house. I really was no fun to be around, but that didn’t stop my sister Cathy from trying her best to console me and cheer me up. She helped nurse me out of my funk. She often suggested that we grab dinner or go out to the movies together or she would hang out by the pool with me. I couldn’t understand why she would want to hang out with her sad sack brother on weekends instead of hanging out with her friends.

Cathy would remind me what a skank Lacey was and often assured me that I would have no problem getting another girlfriend anytime I wanted. My sister really boosted my confidence and made me feel special. I really started to enjoy Cathy’s company and we became closer than ever after I dumped that cheating bitch Lacey.

Cathy had always been a pretty girl, but by her 19th birthday it had become even more apparent to me how sexy she was. Cathy had that sexy girl next door vibe, like Jennifer Aniston. She had been blessed with a pretty face, ample breasts, sexy hips, and a nice shapely ass. Cathy has long straight raven hair, which frames her big brown eyes, button nose, full lips and contagious smile. Back then, I don’t think my sister was fully aware of just how beautiful and sexy she was. At least she never acted like it. She wasn’t the least bit stuck up, like Lacey was. Cathy was extremely shy and never went out on any dates or had a serious boyfriend. I figured that boys were either intimated by her beauty or she was just too shy to realize the effect she had on them.

Sure, I may have noticed that Cathy was hot, but she was and is my sister, and honestly, as sexy as she is, I had never fantasized about her and certainly never masturbated thinking about her, like some brothers apparently do about their sisters. But that all changed the night of Cathy’s 19th birthday. We had a quiet family dinner with our parents, Gordon and Janet, to celebrate Cathy’s birthday with the usual trappings. There was an awesome birthday cake and she blew out the candles and opened her presents and all that stuff. She had a good time, but she was feeling a bit down towards the end of the evening.

“What’s the matter, squirt?” I asked her. I used to always playfully call her ‘squirt’ when she was younger and the nickname just stuck. She stood 5 feet, 8 inches tall and weighed around 110 pounds and was definitely not a little squirt anymore. She affectionately called me ‘big brother’ in return, which was meant as a joke as I was only two months older than her.

She told me that her best friend Liz had gone on vacation with her parents and wouldn’t be around to celebrate her birthday that night. Cathy was bummed that she would be spending her birthday evening alone. I grabbed her and gave her a hug assuring her that there was no way in hell that I was going to allow her to be alone on her birthday.

“I’ve got plans to meet up with Kev and Bobby tonight at the nightclub over in Windsor and you’re coming with me. I want to have the honor of buying you Antep Escort Bayan your first legal drink,” I insisted, trying to cheer her up. After all she did for me, I figured I owed her at least that much.

“Stop teasing me! You know I can’t legally drink until I’m 21,” she responded.

I reminded her the legal drinking age in Canada is 19. “Also, it’s a hot nightclub. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet the man of your dreams who’ll ask you to dance and sweep you off your feet tonight? I’m not taking no for an answer. Hurry up and go get ready,” I insisted, though she already looked great.

Cathy flashed that killer smile she possessed, gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. “You’re absolutely the best big brother a girl could ever ask for. I’ll go change. It won’t take me long. I promise.”

“Hurry up squirt,” I teased her as I watched her run up the stairs.

My buddies and I usually went to the nightclub in Windsor, Ontario to drink and party on weekend nights when we didn’t have dates. It was an opportunity to legally drink and meet girls. Canada is right across the Detroit River and thankfully, it doesn’t take long to get there by bridge or tunnel, other than the hassle of having to pass through customs and border patrol. They frown on young Americans coming over there to drink.

Cathy looked hot as she walked down the stairs in a skin tight red mini dress that perfectly displayed her curvy figure. The plunging V-neck revealed perhaps just a little too much cleavage. Despite this stunning creature being my own flesh and blood, I’m pretty sure my mouth dropped open as I stood and stared at her like a drooling doofus before telling her there was no way she was wearing that skimpy dress to the club.

“Every dude in the place will be hitting on you the minute you walk in the door.”

“Really? You think so?” Cathy was beaming. Then she saw how displeased I was. “Sorry big brother, but this dress is all I’ve got that’s clean. I can change, but it will take me some time to find something else to wear.”

“No, squirt, we’ve got to get going. I told the guys we would meet them at ten. Let’s roll.”

I knew that I would have to spend the majority of that evening monitoring Cathy’s potential suitors. My own buddies, sure enough, immediately started vying for Cathy’s attention and hitting on her the minute we arrived. Whenever my friends came over to the house, they never missed an opportunity to comment on how hot Cathy was and how lucky I was to have her as a sister. She danced most of the night with my buddies and several other random dudes who asked her to dance. She was very popular and danced most of the night. She was hands down, the prettiest girl in the club.

I proudly bought her, her first ever legal bar drink. She selected an appletini, which is a mixture of vodka and apple schnapps. I had one myself and I have to admit that it was pretty tasty, and pretty easy to get drunk on. Now I was going to have to watch my sister’s alcohol consumption. I did not want my little sister getting wasted, since she was now my responsibility. I didn’t drink that much since I had to drive, so I was fairly sober by the end of the evening. I noticed that Cathy appeared to be a little tipsy by the time I told her that it was time to go.

“It’s after midnight and your birthday is over Cinderella. I’ve got to get you home soon or dad will have a fit,” I reminded her

“I’m not leaving until you and I dance. You haven’t danced with me all night, big brother!” Cathy said in a breathy seductive voice.

“That’s because you’ve been busy dancing with every other guy in the place,” I responded in my defense.

“Are you jealous, big brother?” Cathy said teasingly.

Cathy stood up and pulled me by the hand out onto the dance floor. She was dancing a bit provocatively for dancing with her brother. I have to admit though, I was having fun. Just as I was getting into the music, a slow song came on. It was “The Time of My Life,” by Patrick Swayze. I rolled my eyes at the DJ’s song selection and started leading my sister off the dance floor when she stopped me and insisted that I dance with her to the song.

“Call me corny, big brother, but I like this song. Come on. One more dance before we go. Please?” She said sweetly as she flashed her beautiful smile and gently leaned her head on my chest. How could I refuse her?

We started out dancing with each other at arm’s length, like a brother and sister should. I held her right hand with my left and we had our other free hand around each other’s waists. We moved closer together as we danced and soon enough, Cathy had moved her arms up around my shoulders and neck and I held her by her waist. She moved in even closer and pressed her body tightly against mine and rested her head on my chest.

The sensation of my sister’s body rubbing slowly up against mine was intoxicating. I forgot for a moment she was my sister and my hands roamed over her body as I felt the narrowness of her waist and the gentle sloping curves of her hips and lower back. We were no longer dancing like brother and sister. We moved more like lovers. I unexpectedly got an erection. I hoped my sister could not feel its presence pressed against her stomach.

As the song ended, Cathy looked up at me deeply with her seductive brown eyes and smiled. She pulled herself up and kissed me on the cheek and with a warm breath, and whispered in my ear. “I had the time of my life tonight, big brother, and I owe it all to you.”

As the song ended, the voice of the DJ blared through the club, “That song was for Cathy celebrating her 19th birthday tonight! Happy birthday Cathy!”

I stopped and looked at her. “You requested the DJ to play that song?”

Cathy just started laughing. “I love that song. It sort of reminds me of you, big brother. I guess it’s because you look so much like Patrick Swayze,” she snorted as she grasped and squeezed my arms. “You’ve got muscles just like him.”

During the beginning part of the drive home Cathy was extremely talkative for normally being such a shy and quiet girl. She told me that several guys were hitting on and asked her for her number.

“You didn’t give them your number, did you?

“Of course not, silly. I gave them Lacey’s number,” Cathy laughed. Cathy never liked Lacey.

After talking non-stop about how much fun she had and how much she liked appletinis, Cathy got serious all of a sudden and leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder as I drove. I have to confess, it felt nice.

“Thank you again, big brother for a memorable evening. I love you so much. I always have. Even when we were little. I always hated when came to visit and you had to leave and go home with your mom. I’m sorry about your mom, but I’m glad you’re here with us now.”

I didn’t know what to say. Cathy had left me speechless. We had never really talked to each other this intimately. We had never shared our love for each other before like this. Cathy broke the silence with a pointed question.

“Do you love me too, Mark?” She asked in her sweetest voice.

“You’re my sister. Of course I do, squirt. I always have and always will. Count on it. By the way, how many drinks did you have tonight?” She sounded inebriated for only having three appletinis over the course of the night.

She confessed that a couple guys bought her some shots of apple schnaps at the bar to toast her birthday. More likely they were trying to get her drunk with the intention of getting her out of her sexy party dress. I was pissed at myself for not paying closer attention to how many drinks she had, but I lost sight of her several times that night when I thought she was out on the dance floor. I was responsible for her safety and well-being and I felt bad that I let her down. I wanted my little sister to have fun, not get hammered.

The next time I looked over at her, she had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and she nestled her head into my chest. I looked over at her occasionally as she slept and I drove. She really was a beautiful woman now. I looked down at her cleavage and realized what a sexual being she had become. For a brief moment I wished she wasn’t my sister.

“Why can’t I find a woman like you, sis?” I quietly asked her rhetorically as she slept contentedly, knowing she couldn’t hear me.

As I pulled into the driveway of our house, Cathy was still fast asleep. I tried to wake her but she was still out of it. I walked around to the passenger side and unhooked her seat belt.

“Come on squirt, get up. We’re home,” I announced loudly, trying to wake my sister.

She mumbled that she was awake, but fell right back asleep. I stopped to figure out how I was going to get her out of the car. I grabbed her legs and pulled them towards me and lifted them out of the car and onto the driveway. My sister had long soft silky legs. Her already short dress was bunched up and riding high on her thighs and I had a clear, unobstructed view of her panties. Her panties were pink and very sheer and I could see what looked to be a dark strip of hair between her legs. I felt a bit guilty checking out my sister’s panties and bush. I knew better than to be looking up my sister’s dress in light of her inebriated state like this.

I snapped myself out of it and grabbed her hands and pulled her up towards me out of the car and onto the driveway. She fell forward into me and I caught her in my arms. She woke up and looked up at me and smiled. She was wobbly on her heels, so I had to wrap one of her arms around my neck put one of my arms around her waist to steady her and help walk her to the house. She put her arms around my waist and leaned into me.

“Mm mm. This is nice. Wait until I tell Liz that the hottest guy in the club took me home on my birthday,” she said dreamily.

I walked Cathy up to the house slowly until we reached the porch. We had to stop and sit down so Cathy could take off her high heels. She held onto my arm and leaned on my shoulder as she tried to remove her stubborn heels.

“Come on squirt, we have to get you into bed,” I said.

“You really want to? Oh Mark, I’ve waited so long for this. I had given up hope you would ever make a move,” my sister confessed as she reached up to kiss me on the lips. Not a brother and sister type of peck, mind you, but a full on open mouthed kiss. Her lips felt nice on mine, but I wasn’t about to take advantage of my inebriated younger sister.

“We can’t do this right now,” I said glancing around furtively. “What if our parents or a neighbor saw us?”

“You’re right. Let’s wait until we get into bed,” she said breathily. Her tone didn’t leave much doubt to me what she had in mind. I scooped her up off the porch and carried her inside and up to her bedroom quietly so as to not wake our parents.

I threw back the sheets and gently placed my inebriated sister down in her bed.

“Let’s get you undressed, squirt. Lift up your arms,.” I instructed her.

“Only for you, brother,” she cooed as she lifted her arms and I helped her wriggle out of her party dress as she fell backwards.

I have to admit, some impure thoughts rattled around my head as I looked at her enticing body stretched out on her bed in nothing more than her bra and panties. I could see her areola and her erect nipples through the sheer material of her bra. A small wet spot was developing on her panties between her legs and below her dark bush. My little sister was basically pleading for me to ravish her.

Cathy reached up with her arms and grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down toward her on the bed. She planted kisses all around my face and having found my mouth, intimately French kissed me. I almost succumbed to her warm lips and moist probing tongue right then and there. My erection was insisting I go for it, trying to convince me that I might never get another opportunity like this. Fortunately, my conscience wrestled control back from my penis and convinced me otherwise. I pulled my sister’s arms from around my neck and reluctantly pulled away from her. I pulled the sheets over her and told her to wait for me.

“I need to pee. I’ll be right back,” I lied. I planted a kiss on her forehead.

She smiled sexily and in her bedroom voice said, “Hurry back, big brother. I’ll keep my pussy warm and wet for you.”

I peed and when I came back to check on her, Cathy was already sound asleep. I realized I had made the right decision. I went to my room and stripped naked and crawled into bed. I typically sleep in the nude and usually have no trouble falling asleep right away. Tonight was going to be different.

I laid there uneasy, thinking about my sister. Did she really want to have sex with me or was it just the alcohol? I relived the events of the evening. How she danced so provocatively with me and held me close when we slow danced. I recalled the tenderness of her lips on mine. I pictured her laying in bed, exposed in just her sheer bra and panties. She wanted me to join her in bed. What if I had crawled in bed next to her?

I imagined what my sister’s pussy looked like; what it smelled and tasted like. My cock was hard before I realized what was happening. I was fantasizing about my little sister! It had been a while since I’ve gotten laid. I stroked my cock to an amazing orgasm thinking about my sister and me together in her bed. I had never had an orgasm that powerful and intense in my life. From that moment on, my sister became the object of my desire; my singular obsession and preoccupation.

The next morning I woke up around 9:00 and checked on Cathy. She was still asleep, pretty much how I had left her. I don’t think she moved an inch during the night. I grimaced at the thought of her waking up with a nasty hangover. Since I felt last night’s fun and this morning’s hangover were both my responsibility, I made my sister a nice breakfast of two aspirins, black coffee, burnt toast and greasy scrambled eggs. I tapped lightly on her bedroom door.

“Uggghhhhh… stop that pounding!” She groaned from her room.

As I opened the door, I laughed. “Could morning Sleeping Beauty! Wakey wakey! Big brother made you breakfast in bed!”

Cathy squinted at me through bloodshot eyes. Her hair was a mess and her mascara was running down her cheek and her lipstick was smeared across her lips from kissing me last night. She was a hot sexy mess and I wanted her so bad it hurt.

I put the breakfast tray down next to her as she sat up to eat. Either she was unaware that her breasts were visible to me through her sheer bra or she no longer cared whether I saw them. I tried not to stare. I sat down on her bed across from her and watched her devour her food.

“You’re a life saver, big brother. I needed this breakfast. Thank you!” She paused to eat.

“So. Did you have fun last night?” I probed.

“Absolutely. I just don’t remember too much after we left the club. I might have had a little too much to drink. I remember having a really good time though.” She paused, looking at me for my reaction. “Uh, I didn’t do anything stupid last night, did I?” she asked.

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Girls Only Party!

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Susie was kind of sad. Her boyfriend, Paul, was going to be gone all weekend with a couple of buddies, to go watch car races. It would be her first weekend without seeing him since they met. She wondered what she was going to do… and then an idea hit her. She’d have a girls only party!

She called Paul. He answered, “hello.”

“Hi, Sweety, can I ask a favor?”

“Sure. What do you need?”

“Well, since you’re going to be gone all weekend, can I use your apartment on Saturday night? I want to have a girls only party, with Betsy, Nan, and Viki. I don’t want to have it at home, ’cause I’m sure we’d keep my folks awake. You know how girls get to talking when it’s just girls.”

“Of course you can. You have a key. Just try not to leave me too big a mess to clean up.”

“I promise to be neat. Can I ask one more big favor? I know we’re not supposed to, but would you leave us a 12 pack of beer in your fridge?”

“Okay, but just don’t get me in trouble!”

“It will just make everyone more relaxed, that’s all.”

“Thanks, Sweety. You know I’ll make it up to you.”

“If you want to watch movies, you know where I keep the “good” ones.”

“Oh, you mean the XXX ones?”

“Yeah, maybe it will give you girls some new ideas, that we can try later.”

Susie called Betsy. She answered, “hello.”

“Hey Betsy, it’s Susie. I hope you don’t have any plans for Saturday night.”

“Oh, Are we going to have another party?”

“Well, not that kind of party. Paul is going to the races with a couple of buddies. He said we could use his apartment for a girls only party. It’ll be fun. Wanna come?”

“Sure. My boyfriends being kind of off the wall lately. I’ll just tell him I’m busy. And let him try to figure out what I’m busy doing! I’m sure I can get one night off from work.”

“Okay! Be at my house about 6:00, and we’ll go from here. Oh, and bring your pajamas, and tell your mom it’s a slumber party.”

“Okay! See ya then. Bye.”

Susie called Viki. She answered, “hello.”

“Hey, Viki, it’s Susie. What’s goin’ on?

“Not much. Right now life seems kind of boring.”

“I can fix that.”

“Oh yeah? How?”

“Paul is going to the races with a couple of buddies for the weekend. He said I could use his apartment for a girls only party Saturday night. We can lounge around in our PJ’s, girl talk, watch a couple of his naughty movies, and he’s going to leave us some beer.”

“Count me in, Girlfriend. Actually, I’d rather be making a naughty movie with you and Paul, but I guess watching naughty ones is better than nothing. I’m not much of a drinker, but I’ll have one or two with you.”

“Great! Be at my house by 6:00, and we’ll go to Paul’s from here.”

“Sounds good. Bye.”

Susie called Nan. Her mom answered, but called Nan to the phone.

“Hi, Susie. What’s up?”

“I’m having a true, girls only party. Paul is going to the races with a couple of buddies this weekend. Betsy and Viki are coming. We’d love to have you come, too.”

Nan questioned, “Are you sure it’s just going to be us girls? Not like before, when Paul showed up?”

“No, Paul won’t be there. He won’t even be in town.”

“Well, in that case, Okay, I’ll come. What time?”

“Be at my house by 6:00 on Saturday night. Bring your pajamas, and tell your mom we’re having a slumber party.”

“Okay, but Paul better not show up!”

“Don’t worry. And lighten up. Bye”

Susie’s weekend was looking better. She thanked Paul on Friday night, making sure he was well satisfied, before letting him take off for the weekend with his buddies.

********

Saturday night found all the girls showing up at Susie’s house a little before 6:00. Susie had told her mom, that after the girls spent a fun evening out at the movies, she would be spending the night with Viki. Right now, her parents had gone out to dinner, so no one was home except Susie.

Nan asked Susie, “What are the plans for tonight?”

“It’s a surprise party. It’s just us girls, but not here. Everyone grab their overnight case, and let’s go.”

“Nan asked again, “Where are we going?”

Viki knew what was going on. “Come on, we all fit in my car. Let’s go.”

Nan wasn’t too sure about it, but the other girls convinced her it was just going to be them, and it would be fun. They all got in Viki’s car. When Viki pulled around to the back of a set of apartments, Nan asked, “who lives here?”

Susie told her, “This is where our party is. Come on!”

They Escort Bayan Gaziantep all got out and walked to Paul’s apartment, which was way in the back.

Nan spoke, “I’m worried. My mom thinks I’m at your house, Susie. Who else is going to be here?”

Susie finally told her. “No one! Paul is out of town for the weekend, and is letting us use his apartment. Okay?”

“Well, I guess it’s okay then.”

Susie unlocked the door, turned on a light, and they all went in. It was pretty nice for a bachelor’s apartment. A nice living room, kitchen with a dinette area, a bathroom, and just one bedroom, but it had a king size bed in it.

“Well, what do ya think, girls? This is pretty nice, huh?” Asked Susie.

Viki spoke, “Nice of Paul to let us use it. So, what all do you have planned, Susie?”

“I think we should all just change into our PJ’s first, and get comfortable. We do have all night.”

Nan went into the bathroom to change. When she came back out, she was surprised that the others had just changed in the living room.

“I wish I wasn’t so shy. You girls always seem to be so relaxed and kicked back about everything.”

Susie was just coming back from the kitchen, with four, open bottles of beer.

“Paul said we could have these. After all, even though it’s a girls only party, if it was a guys party, you know they’d all be drinking a beer.”

Betsy and Viki each took one. But when Susie tried to hand one to Nan, she said, “I’ve never had beer before. I don’t want to get drunk.”

Viki said, “Have one, Nan. One won’t make you drunk. Besides, you just might like it!”

“Well, okay, but just one.” As she took the beer Susie was holding out for her.

The living room had a couch and a love seat which both faced the TV. The four of them were just sitting there, talking girl talk, mostly about boys, and sipping on their beer.

Nan spoke, “You know, this stuff tastes pretty good.”

Viki answered, “See, I told you that you just might like it.”

Susie said, “How about we watch a movie?”

Betsy asked, “What kind of movie is Paul going to have, that we’d like?”

Susie had already pick out a couple from Paul’s collection the night before.

“Let’s see what this one’s about.” As she popped one in the VCR.

She grabbed the remote, and fast forwarded past all the junk. When the title popped up, she hit play. The title read, “Girls Gone Wild!”.

The opening scene was of a girl giving a guy a blow-job. Nan almost choked on her beer.

“Oh, that’s gross!”

“Viki asked her, “Never tried it, huh?”

“Heavens no. I could never do that!”

Susie chipped in, “Don’t knock it, if you ain’t tried it.”

“I suppose you do that to Paul?” Nan asked Susie.

Susie answered, “Oh, we do that, and lots more.”

About this time the couple on the screen changed positions, as the guy started performing cunnilingus on her.

Nan’s eyes were bugging out of her head. She was mesmerized, and shocked at what she was seeing on the screen.

“Why is he kissing her there?”

Betsy responded, “Because it feels really good! That’s why.”

“Oh, I suppose you’ve experienced it then?” Nan asked.

“Damn right! It’s great. I guess you’ve never tried anything. Poor girl, doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

The beer was having an effect on Nan. She looked at Susie, “Can I have another one?”

Susie answered, “Sure.” And headed for the kitchen. She came back and handed Nan another beer.

The banter about what was good, and what guys and girls do to each other was getting more and more lively. Nan had now finished her second beer. The movie kept going, but only Nan was trying to pay any attention to it. She was fascinated at everything she was seeing.

Susie got everyone another beer. But Nan was now on her third. She was quickly losing her shyness, and her inhibitions. She started asking more questions.

Finally Viki said, “Okay, let’s each take a turn, at telling what our wildest experience is. Nan, you have to go first.”

“Me? Why me first?”

“Because yours will be the tamest. I’m sure the rest of us will tell wilder tales.”

“Okay. You all know I’m really inexperienced, when it come to…. Sex.” She was surprised that she had used that word. “The wildest thing I’ve ever done, was go nude at Susie’s pool party, and let Paul touch me.”

Susie asked, “It felt nice, didn’t it?”

“Well, yeah. I mean he’s so strong, but he was a gentleman. He pretty much touched me everywhere, but there. You know what I mean.”

Susie prodded, “No, where didn’t Paul touch you?”

“He didn’t touch my….. Vagina.”

“Susie continued, “You mean he didn’t touch your pussy?”

Nan blushed, big time, even though she was pretty relaxed from the beer.

Viki saved her, “Okay, Nan. I’ll take you off the hot spot, and tell my story. Well, it’s not a story. It really happened. Susie can vouch for that. After everyone else left the pool party, Susie and Paul invited me to stay, for a private party. It may have been a private party, but we all got up close and very personal. We had quite a threesome going on. Paul showed me some things I’d never even thought of, let alone tried. Susie and I kissed a lot, and made each other climax using our tongues. You really have to try it sometime, Nan! I guess the wildest feeling I remember, was having a vibrator, up my ass.”

Nan was stunned. She just sat there, not believing what she was hearing. She was pretty giddy from the beer, but was certainly still cognizant of what Viki was telling her.

Betsy spoke up, wanting to tell her story. “I’m sure Viki’s tale is true. I delivered a pizza over there later that night. Man, Viki looked like she had run a marathon. I took Susie in the kitchen, and told her I wanted a birthday party, like that, with her and Paul. We did it two weeks ago. They came over to my place. Paul asked me what B/D meant, and I answered, birthday. He corrected me and told me it stood for bondage and discipline. He asked me if I was willing, and I said, yes.”

We went to my bedroom, and he made me lay down on my tummy, over a stack of pillows, and tied me down to my bed. Both he and Susie gave me a birthday spanking with a leather paddle. Damn my butt was on fire when she finished. They used their fingers, their tongues, a dildo, and a new vibrator they bought me for my birthday. And lots of kissing. Susie’s a great kisser! Paul’s pretty good, but Susie’s great. Sooo soft!”

Nan was speechless. She just sat there, trying to absorb all the things she was hearing. She wasn’t sure she could ever do any of those things, but she was really interested in learning more.

Betsy continued, “They must have made me cum a dozen times. My tummy muscles were so sore the next day. Wow. But it sure felt good at the time. When we were just finishing up round three…”

Viki broke in, “Round three?”

“Yeah, we played most of the evening. The last thing Paul did, really put me over the edge.”

Nan gasped, “What did he do to you?”

“Susie and I were in a 69 position, and Paul got on the bed behind me. He teased my ass a little with the dildo, but then he took it out. It felt good, and I wanted it back in there, so I pushed back at him. He put his dick up my ass, and butt-fucked me. Oh my God! That orgasm was intense!”

Nan gasped again, “Didn’t it hurt?”

“No, he had stretched me earlier, with the dildo, and with a butt-plug. I was so high that all it felt… was wonderful.”

Susie spoke up, “Okay. Those are pretty wild tales, and I know they’re true, ’cause I was there. But, let me tell you about last weekend.”

“Nan asked, “What happened last weekend?”

“Well, Paul and I had experienced threesomes with both Viki, and with Betsy. But they were one guy and two girls. I told Paul I wanted to try the other kind. You know, two guys and one girl. He arranged it all, and we did it last Saturday night.”

Viki asked, “Who was the other guy? Do we know him?”

“You wouldn’t know him. He’s a little bit older, and works with Paul. His name is Stuart, but his nickname is Stud. My god he’s hung!”

Betsy piped up, “Don’t stop there. Tell us all about it.”

Susie asked, “Anyone want another beer?”

Nan answered, “Is it okay if I have one more?”

Susie went to get it for her, because she wasn’t sure Nan could walk to the kitchen and back.

Susie started, “Paul is always surprising me. I’ve learned so much about sex and life from him. I told him to just plan what ever he wanted to, and I would do it. He discussed it with Stuart, who was more than willing. I guess Paul has made some comments around work about some of the stuff we do. He doesn’t mention any names, but does tell some stories. Stuart was really ready to go along with whatever Paul said.”

“Anyway, I was already here at Paul’s when Stuart showed up. He’s about 6-2, and must weight about 220. Paul introduced us, and we just had a beer and talked for a while. Paul suggested we all get naked, and get it on. I’ve never seen anyone get undressed as fast as Stuart did. Either he’s really used to doing that…. or he was really horny and wanted to get started. He was already about half hard, and even in that state, he was bigger than Paul.”

Viki asked, “Bigger than Paul?”

“Oh, yeah. Lots bigger. Maybe a couple inches longer, and really thick! We all got on Paul’s king size bed, with me on my hands and knees. Stuart kneeled in front of me, and Paul was on his knees behind me. Paul told me to start sucking Stuart’s cock. It barely fit in my mouth. I was gently going up and down on it, but could only get about half of it in my mouth. All of a sudden I felt Paul, playing with my pussy. Teasing me with the head of his cock. After a few minutes, he pushed all the way into me.”

“I was just rocking back and forth. Taking all of Stuart’s cock that I could in my mouth, and then rocking back to get Paul as deep as I could. Damn, that’s some feeling! We must have kept it up for 15 minutes, before Stuart filled my mouth. He tasted a little more bitter than Paul’s cum. Maybe he’d been eating pickles.”

“Anyway, Stuart said he just wanted to watch for a few minutes, until he recovered and got hard again. He’s bigger than Paul, but doesn’t have Paul’s staying power! Paul and I moved so that he was laying on his back. He put some lube on his cock, and stroked it a few times to get it really hard. I sat down, facing his feet, and guided it into my ass. That really fills me.”

Betsy piped up, “Oh god, does he ever fill your ass. It felt great when he butt-fucked me.”

Susie went on, “Seeing me take Paul up my ass, really turned Stuart on. God, his cock was rock hard in an instant. I wasn’t sure I could take him, but Paul knew what we were going to do. He told me to just lay back on him. He reached around me and started playing with my boobs. He told Stuart to just get between our legs, and see if he could get that monster buried in my pussy.”

Nan gasped, “Did he make it?”

Susie went on, “It took a while, Paul just kept talking to me, and telling Stuart to go slow but to keep pushing. Damn, I thought they were going to split me! He finally got it all in, and then we all just sort of rocked around. I could feel their cocks, rubbing thru the thin wall between my pussy and my ass. It didn’t take long for both of them to cum. God, it felt warm and wonderful. When I felt them filling me, I had an orgasm that almost made me pass out. I just kept cumming and cumming. I was stretched so tight, I couldn’t even clamp down on them. It was wild!”

Betsy asked, “What did you do then?”

“I was so wiped out, and Stuart had cum twice, we just uncoupled, and rested a while. After a bit, Stuart told me, I was the tightest he had ever fucked. Then he said, he needed to get going, and got up and dressed. I kissed him good-night, and Paul opened the door for him. Paul and I talked about what had happened. We may have to try it again some time, but with someone smaller than Stuart.”

Nan was just sitting there, totally fascinated, trying to comprehend it all. Then she spoke, “I guess if I’m going to keep hanging around this wild bunch, I’d better get on the pill.”

Viki told her, “Go down to Planned Parenthood. They’ll set you up. If your mom asks why you’re taking the pill, tell her it’s just to help regulate your cycle.”

Susie asked, “Are you saying you want to try some of this stuff?”

She answered, “If you and Paul will go easy, and teach me.”

Viki spoke excitedly, “I have an idea. I think we should all spread Nan out, and kiss and lick, and nibble and suck, and see if we can give her, her first ever orgasm. Maybe lots of orgasms!”

Betsy answered, “Yeah, that sounds like a fun idea.”

Susie asked, “Nan, are you ready to try it?”

Nan was really mellowed out from the beer, but still knew what she was saying. She answered shyly, “Okay. Now you all know that I really am a virgin. But don’t be surprised when you start doing things to me, that my hymen is broken. When I was about 13, I complained to my mom about a terrible tummy ache. It wouldn’t stop, so she took me to the doctor. He said I had an imperforate hymen. There wasn’t any little opening for the blood from my first menstrual cycle to drain. The doctor performed a surgical procedure, and opened my hymen. I’m glad he did, because tampons are lots more comfortable than bulky old pads. Okay, I’m ready.”

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He Asked Me To Wait.

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It was all I could do to control my breathing. Mr Simmons, the young, newly qualified teacher, was standing beside me. He was A HUNK and he was saying something. Register brain and take note. My legs were turning to jelly and I knew I had to concentrate. What was he saying? For fuck sake look him in the eye.

“Hey Andy, are you ok? I asked you to wait behind after class. You got that?” He looked at me quisically and put his hand on my arm. “You sure you’re ok?”

“Sure coach, sure. I.. I’ll see you after I shower,” I stuttered.

God what did he want? I had lusted after him for all of this term, my last in the Upper 6th and Mr Simmons first at this college. He was fresh out of college, about 22, and well over 6 foot tall. Dark wavy hair covered his head and poked out of the top of his athletics vest. His well defined chest and arms, coupled with broad shoulders and a firm arse made him irresistible. Just my kind of guy!!

I Antep Bayan Escort showered quickly and knocked at the office door. “Come in” He said and I tried to be confident as I opened the door and entered. Mr Simmons was sitting on the desk reading a mag. He looked so hot in his tight white t and black silky shorts. God it looked like a gay porno mag to me. What was this about?

“Andy, I’m not sure how to say this but I think you are modelling in this gay magazine. Look at this pic and tell me it’s not you.”

He smiled lewdly as he passed over the mag. “Of course if it is you you’ll have to leave.”

Oh what the fuck?? He was enjoying this and as I picked up the mag I could see the damp stain in his crotch which was straining hard and stiff. So he was gay, I thought so.

I quickly glanced at the picture and then slowly let my eyes wander up from his legs to his groin to his flat stomach and firm chest. My eyes hesitated at the chest hair poking over the top of his T. God he was hot, HOT HOT!!

“If you look at his cock you’ll see that guy is cut,” I said, looking directly into his eyes. “If you check me out you’ll see I’m uncut.” With that I undid my belt, unzipped my fly and let my jeans fall to the floor. Well? What are you waiting for?”

Mr Simmons was staring down at my body. I was commando so only my shirt was in the way. He lifted it up and smiled.”Yep, you’re right. It can’t be you can it.” I could feel his hand on my stiffening cock now.”No way this cock has ever seen the flash of a magazine photographer.” He pulled me closer. “Mind you, now that I’ve seen it at last, and I have been trying all term, it seems a shame to waste a big boner like this.”

I leant into his firm body and pressed up against the hard muscles of his chest. He opened his legs and pulled me close. Our mouths opened and I found his tongue and sucked. Mmmmm. It tasted good. His large hands were now rubbing up my smooth chest and exploring my back. One was pulling at my nipples while the other was kneeding my buttocks.

Fuck I was stiff. I could feel the pre cum oozing out.I rubbed over Sirs shorts and wasn’t disappointed to feel a big stiff bulge. I raised his shirt and he lifted his arms as I took it completely off. God that chest was WONDERFUL!! Well defined and hairy with big dark nipples pushing out ready for my lips. I sank down on one and he started to moan as I bit it roughly.

I could feel my arse cheeks being pulled apart and didnt resist as I was roughly turned around and pushed to bend at the waist. I could feel lips and teeth on my kneck and down my back and then… oh oh my arse was being eaten out so roughly it almost hurt. Fuck that stubble was so horny!!

The next thing I knew I was being grabbed roughly around the waist and a hard, stiff knob was pushing at my virgin hole. I was going to be fucked by this dream of a teacher. Was I ready? You bet!

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