The Osaka Riders of Glorious Youth Pt. 03

The Osaka Riders of Glorious Youth Pt. 03

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The light from the window in Kenta’s room had faded to gray when I awoke. All my companions, except Yumi had left. She was still out cold with her face against my shoulder. I could feel her warm deep breaths and a drop of her saliva running down my arm. Her leg was draped over mine with her crotch pressed against my leg, like she might be humping my leg in her sleep. I could feel semen, which I assumed was Ren’s, leaking from her pussy and dripping down my thigh. Her hand was clutched around my hard cocka little too tight. As delicately as I could I extricated myself from the predicament, walked back to my room and took my second hot shower of the day. As the soothing water washed over my body I went over the events of the past 24 hours in my mind, wondering how I wound up in this situation. Was it chance that I met up with these people? And why me? My hosts have been very generous, and friendly in the extreme, but they haven’t been terribly forthcoming with information, and so far, I have been too polite to ask. I was hoping there would be a chance to find out more about these people before the evening was over.

I wrapped up in my yukata and went to find the others. I traced my way back towards the onsen and I found them in an outdoor patio behind the dining hall. I was slightly surprised to find the guys dressed in jeans and t-shirts. Kenta, Ren and Takeshi were standing around a large brick barbeque pit filled with wood, holding beers in their hands. It was such an ordinary domestic sight that it seemed out of place for them.

“Don’t get too close,” Takeshi warned me. They were taking turns lighting matches and trying to toss them into the pit. “It’s covered in gasoline. We don’t have any lighter fluid, so we drained your bike.” The guys laughed when they saw my startled face. “We’re just kidding, but be careful.” He handed me a beer from the cooler at his feet.

After a few more failed attempts Ren’s match hit the mark, igniting the vapors and a huge flame shot out the top of the barbeque. We all jerked back from the heat hitting our faces and laughed. From my right someone let out a cheer. Sakura was sitting in a deck chair next to Sachi. She had on a black leather bustier with leather panties and knee high boots. Her rainbow sparrow was the only color on the girl. She was holding a leash that led to a collar around Sachi’s neck. Sachi was wearing what seemed to be a French maid’s costume, also made of leather. Her long smooth legs were extending from under layers of tiny petticoats. I wished I had a camera.

“All dressed up for the dance, I see. I like your pet.” I said to them, “This is going to be a fun evening.” While looking straight at me Sakura pulled on the leash until Sachi’s face was right next to hers, she turned and kissed her, pulling the chain so Sachi’s lips pressed hard against hers. After three seconds of swirling tongues she released her and resumed her stare. I bit my finger in mocked anguish.

“I think the girls need some help in the kitchen,” Sakura said to exert a bit of dominance over me.

“Right, I’ll just go and see what they’re up to.” I walked through the large glass doors and found Chieko and Aiko busy in the kitchen.

The girls were chopping or mixing or something like that. They, too, were dressed in normal clothes, adding to my awkwardness. Both of them were wearing short flower print cotton dresses and rocking that girl next door cuteness. My first thought was whether or not they were wearing panties. Chieko was closest, so I tried to lift the hem of her dress to peek underneath, but she slapped my hand away and called me a naughty boy.

There was a platter full of steaks on the counter and a bunch of chicken marinating in a bowl, something with lemon and ginger, it smelled lovely. There were vegetables, potatoes wrapped in foil, and baguettes stacked on the counter. It was definitely going to be a feast. I felt out of place in my yukata and contemplated getting clothes from my saddle bags. However, before I could make a move they put me to work.

“Can you make a vinaigrette?” Chieko asked.

“It’s got vinegar, right?” I answered.

“If you keep being sassy, young man, I will make you chop vegetables nude,” she warned.

“Can she do that?” I asked Aiko.

“Oh, yes she can,” was the answer, but not from Aiko. I turned around and Kenta was standing behind me. “I have to tell you something, Vincent,” he went on, “We are a very affable group. We ride together, we play together, we trust each other. We don’t keep any secrets from each other, and we give ourselves freely to each other. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I think so,” I said, “You all seem very close.”

“Well, we are. You have had a taste of what we are about,” he continued, “and now you have an opportunity to join us, but if you want to be a part of our club you have to make a total commitment. Are you ready to do that?”

“I have enjoyed everything I’ve done so far.”

“Good, I’m glad you said that, because it’s kolej escort only going to get more intense from here.”

“What do you have planned for me?”

“There are certain financial commitments you must satisfy, but it’s nothing outrageous. We have this place and couple of other houses to take care of. We can talk about that later. However, for tonight, you must be at the service of every member of our club. Do you understand?”

“Anything painful?” I said jokingly.

“If that is what they want,” he replied, dead serious, “I’ll be straight with you. You might have to submit to things beyond your comfort zone, but that is all part of the trial.”

“Why me? It’s hard to believe I met you people just by accident. I think any group would be reluctant to allow a total stranger in their inner circle.”

“You’ll have to ask Aiko about that,” Kenta said. Everyone’s’ eye turned to Aiko.

“You aren’t a stranger. Don’t you remember me?” she started.

“I’m sure I would remember if I’d met you before. Was I drunk?” I felt at a loss.

“It was a while ago. You were a teacher at Kindai University about 8 years ago.”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t work there anymore. You were my student?”

“Yes. English composition. You were always talking about motorcycles and places you’d been touring. You made it sound like so much fun I wanted to try.”

“Oh, so all of this my fault,” again joking.

“Yes, in a way,” she continued, “but I had such a crush on you. I wanted to get closer to you, but I had a boyfriend at the time and I was too shy.”

“You certainly outgrew that,” Chieko chimed in, and we all laughed.

“You may not be aware of this, but we are Facebook friends. You posted you were coming to Shikoku this week, so we ambushed you. We’ve been looking for a new member. I’m sorry for being manipulative, but we had to make sure you were the right candidate.”

“We’ve been checking you out for a while,” Kenta added, “We know a bit about you. You are 38, divorced, you are from Oregon, you work at Kwansei University.”

These revelations left me surprised and feeling vulnerable. I became silent as a hundred thoughts went through my head.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Aiko reassured me, “We all went through this. This club has been around years. Kenta is the only original member left. If you want to leave we’ll understand.”

“What happened to all the old members?”

“Mostly they get married, or their jobs take them away,” Kenta said.

“Well, I’d like to stay. I’m flattered and I feel lucky you chose me,” I said, “If I had been just some guy you passed on the road I would have doubted your motivations. Since you did all this just to recruit me I believe you see something about me you think is desirable.”

“It’s mostly you cock,” Chieko said, “You have a pretty big cock. We took pictures of you naked, oh, and you ride bikes.”

“I can make vinaigrette, too,” I added.

“Just do what we ask of you, and at least pretend to enjoy it,” Kenta said. He squeezed my ass and left me and the girls to complete our tasks.

“It might be helpful if you are a little drunk,” Aiko said, handing me a glass of wine.

“I’d say a lot drunk,” Chieko said. She took the wine from my hand, handed me a tumbler with ice and pour a generous shot of Johnnie Walker, “I have some serious plans for you. Cheers.”

We chopped and chatted, and chatted and chopped, drank our drinks and pretty soon I had constructed a salad for ten to be proud of, then set about faking my way through a vinaigrette. Then it occurred to me to inquire, “Aiko, tell me about your initiation to the club.” She winced at the memory.

“Oh god, I don’t think I should, you’ll get on your bike and ride away. Let me just say it was excruciating and wonderful at the same time.”

“Have you always been so open minded about sex?” I asked.

“Probably not,” she went on, “I’d only been with a girl once before. It was the summer before I left for university. I was working at an inn in Yufuin and I met this couple. We spent a crazy night together. We did all kinds of things. It showed me sex could be something other than an expression of love. It can be about sharing pleasure and being free from inhibition. It’s liberating. After that it was only my husband until I met Chieko.”

“And now?”

“And now? Oh, I like it any way it comes, baby. I like pussy, I like cock, I love a big sloppy orgy and that’s why I joined.”

“Well, here’s to big sloppy orgies” I toasted and we all drank. Chieko and Aiko embraced and pressed their lips together. They ran their hands over each others asses, raising the hems of their dresses, exposing their bare bottoms, and indeed they were not wearing panties. My cock began rising through the opening in my yukata, I wanted a threesome with these girls so much. They noticed my situation.

“I think our pledge wants to play,” Aiko said.

“Let’s see if we can maltepe escort think of a game,” Chieko followed, “drop the robe.” I complied without hesitation. “On your knees, please. Do you like tomatoes?” She took a cherry tomato from the counter and slid it into her pussy. “Eat up.” I was quite willing to submit to this task. She held up her skirt and pushed her hips forward. I took her ass in both hands, pressed my lips against her pussy and worked my tongue deep inside her. I could feel the tomato on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t get any leverage to scoop it out. I increased my efforts, trying to get at it from every angle, but it was lodged in there pretty deep. Chieko was obviously enjoying the sensation. I finally trapped it against the top of her canal and rolled it out into my mouth. I chewed and swallowed. Somebody else had been watching, too. Yumi had come into the kitchen and was standing behind me.

“I see you have lover boy hard at work,” she said, “We’re ready for the steaks.” Aiko handed her the platter, and followed her out with the chicken.

“I’m not done with you by a long shot,” Chieko said sternly, “I want that big cock of yours, and you had better make me come big time. And bring all this food out to the patio.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I said as she walked out of the kitchen.

I took this opportunity to put on jeans and a t-shirt, grabbed what I could from the kitchen and joined the group on the patio. There were the makings of a fantastic feast afoot. Everyone was busy doing something. Ren and Takeshi were manning the grill, the steals smelled wonderful. The large picnic table was set with a red checkered tablecloth, white dishes, and Yumi and Aiko were putting out wine glasses. Masa was opening wine bottles and chatting with Kenta. Only Sakura and Sachi were still in their same places and their same costumes. Everybody else had somehow changed back into yukatas. I assumed they were intentionally trying to disorient me. The thing I hadn’t noticed was that there were only nine places set at the table.

“Lose the clothes,” Kenta said when he noticed me, and turned back to his conversation. Five minutes later I returned in my yukata and Kenta’s tone got harsher, “I said lose the clothes, pledge.” I pulled off the robe and tossed it on a chair. I was naked. Kenta glanced back at me, but didn’t say anything else. I had no idea what I should do next, so I just stood there feeling awkward. I don’t know if Sakura was rescuing me or adding to my predicament, but she gave me something to do.

“Worm, come here,” she ordered, and I obeyed. “Make yourself useful. Get down on your hands and knees, please.” The please was out of formality, not politeness, again I complied. She lifted her boots and rested them in the small of my back. The others noticed, but continued on with their tasks, I felt relieved they weren’t paying too much attention to my subjugation.

“Look at my pretty little Sachi,” Sakura said, “Do you think she is cute?”

“I think that’s an understatement,” I said.

“Call me Ma’am, you worthless piece of shit,” she said, maintaining her polite tenor.

“Yes, ma’am. She is adorable,” I corrected myself.

“I’ll bet you’d like to lick her pussy, wouldn’t you?”

“No ma’am.” I felt either answer I gave would get me scolded.

“So you prefer cock, is that it, Scrotum. You are a born cock sucker, aren’t you?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Sachi, sweetheart, stand in front our boy here and lift up your skirt.” Sachi complied with the request. Under all those tiny petticoats the girl was not wearing any panties either. She had gorgeous creamy narrow thighs that framed her small pink pussy, with a gap large enough to fit a golf through, and just the tiniest of lips poking out from her vulva. She had a small patch of jet black pubic hair in the shape of a heart. It was truly a work of art. The others were beginning to pay more attention.

“Would you like to kiss her pussy?”

“Yes ma’am,” which was true. It looked very yummy.

“Well, ask me.”

“Please ma’am, may I lick her pussy?” I asked like a good worm.

“No, you may not. Sweetheart, turn around.” Sachi turned so her beautiful white ass was right in my face. “I think you should lick her asshole instead.”

One was almost as good as the other. I turned my face up and stretched out neck until my mouth made contact with Sachi’s cheeks. She nuzzled her ass onto my face so her cheeks were wedged against mine. To my tremendous relief it did not smell of anything disagreeable. Even though it was hard to breath, I applied myself to the task, making broad licks all around the perimeter, getting the area wet with my saliva. Then I began probing into the interior, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper into the brown star. I felt myself becoming aroused and rising to the occasion.

“It looks like our pledge is enjoying himself,” Sakura’s voice came from behind me. Then I felt her boot on mamak escort the crack of my ass. She started driving the stiletto heel into my asshole. It instantly spoiled my mood. “Oh, don’t stop now, you are doing such a good job,” she urged. This uncomfortable situation continued for too long before somebody called out it was time to eat. The girls walked away and I slowly got to my feet.

They had all gathered around the table and taken a seat. That’s when I noticed there was no place for me. My heart sank, I can eat naked, but I can’t not eat. Three thoughts went through my head, their little humiliation games were getting way more serious, I probably had a lot worse ahead of me, and finally, I might not get to eat. Everybody was ignoring me, I felt invisible as they talked happily to each other, passing around food and pouring wine. It all looked so delicious; I actually thought I might throw a tantrum.

After everyone started eating Masa came to my aid, “Your place is down there,” pointing underneath the table. I glanced down and saw the tenth place setting was between all the feet. When he saw my hesitation Kenta added, “Go on. Do you want to eat or not?” I crawled under the table and someone flopped a steak on my plate. There was no cutlery. I suddenly wished I had taken Chieko’s advice and gotten much drunker. To my mild consolation someone put a bowl of wine down next to the steak. “Now be a good puppy and eat up,” someone said, and they went back to their conversations. I chewed my steak and lapped up the wine, and fortunately my masters were attentive enough to keep filling my bowl. I’m guessing they wanted me drunk for what was coming next.

With my hunger satiated and my disposition calmed by the alcohol I began to feel better. Under the table I could see some of my hosts had their hands on their neighbor’s genitals, casually rubbing as if it were second nature. One pair of legs, definitely a female’s, spread open and her hands pulled back her yukata to expose her pussy. She snapped her fingers and motioned for me to come near. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled it into her crotch. I knew what she wanted and I complied. I gave her pussy a thorough licking to the best of my ability. I could hear the conversation at the table continuing as normal. I was very happy to be performing this service, as I love licking pussies and it gave me something to do to pass the time. After ten minutes or so, I guess she came or she’d had enough, because she pushed my head away. Just as I had gone back to my wine bowl another hand beckoned me to her pussy. This pussy I knew. This was Chieko. Again, I did my utmost to please. I was actually starting to take pleasure in my submission; there is a titillating eroticism in being a servant for other people’s sexual gratification.

While licking Chieko’s pussy a thought dawned on me, and I knew I would feel compelled to comply, I was already resigned to that, but what worried me was that I wouldn’t be any good at it. I have received countless blowjobs in my life, but I have never given one, and now it would be a baptism of fire. Would I have to suck all four cocks? After the third pussy, which I knew was Sakura’s, because she pulled down her leather panties for me, I was summoned over to the first cock. It was big and hard, and stared me right in the face. Despite my apprehension I wanted to do a good job. I tried to remember things girls did that I liked and I would attempt to do the same.

I grabbed around the base of his cock with my thumb and forefinger, I stuck out my tongue and licked up and down the underside of his shaft. It didn’t seem so bad, there was no taste and girls really like giving head. I relaxed a little. I swirled my tongue all over the head and then took the whole thing into my mouth. It fit in quite nicely between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I was very careful not to touch it with my teeth. I knew I hated that. It felt natural to apply a bit of suction on the member as I let the shaft glide in and out of my mouth. I found that I could take almost the length without gagging. I took my other hand, cupped his balls and gently massaged them with my fingers. I felt his cock getting harder in my mouth. Then I got the surprise of my life. Without warning he began shooting his load right down my throat. I was totally unprepared. I fell back and started coughing and spitting up. Everyone must have realized what happened as they all broke out in hysterical laughter. A hand reached under the table and gave me a napkin. After that I serviced everybody else in the group, girls and boys, and I learned real fast when a guy is about to nut. After what seemed like hours, the group got up and left me crouching under the table.

I sat under the table trying to collect my thoughts. I felt my sexual identity being assaulted, and I’m sure it was deliberate. These people are trying to break down every sexual prejudice and limitation necessary to turn me into one of them. I have always been open minded and respectful of other people’s choices, but as I reflect on my desires I’ve always stayed inside my comfort zone. I’ve taken it to the edge on occasion. I thought I had been pushing the envelope when I’d had a threesome with my girlfriend’s friend, or swapped partners with my buddy, but this was a whole other level. I felt I was growing, and I liked it.

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The Perfect Threesome

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It was all set up my perfect fantasy. One black man and a white man all at once. I had done threesomes before but always with either two white or two black guys. Now I get one of each.

The boys didn’t know each other, but they both agreed to give it a go for me. Nick (the white guy) had already arrived. We were sitting in the living room smoking the first of the many joints we would be smoking that night. The doorbell rang. Do (the black guy) had arrived. I rose to answer the door and escorted Do to the living room to take a seat on the other side of me on the couch. “Well boys,” I cooed, “looks like we can finally get this party started.”

“Let’s get you out of these clothes girl,” said Nick. Gently he and Do lifted my tank top over my head exposing my perfect and natural 36 DD tits. Complete with pierced nipples that hardened as the top was pulled off. Do grabbed my right breast and started rolling my nipple softly between his thumb and index finger. Nick took my left nipple into his mouth and started kneading the breast in his hand. Do’s other ofise gelen escort hand ran over my stomach and under the waist of my skirt. Slowly he moved his way down to between my legs. Nick suggested we move upstairs to the bedroom to be more comfortable.

When we all arrived in my room the boys promptly stripped while I slowly removed my skirt. “Oh wee, Miss Sarah,” proclaimed Do as both he and Nick looked my over. Both men moved closer and Nick pulled my face toward his to join him in a kiss. Do moved closer and reached between my legs to feel my clit.

“Oh,” I gasped as he found it.

Nick then whispered in my ear “let’s lay down.” Do got in bed first followed by me then Nick.

“Mmm,” I said, “the best of both worlds.” Both men started running their hands all over m y body. It was almost a sensory overload. First I leaned over Do and started giving him head while Nick continued to run his hands over my body.

“Oh wee, oh wee,” Do exclaimed as I slowly ran my pierced tongue around otele gelen escort his head and carefully took the entire shaft into his mouth. “You’re the best,” he added

“You fuck like a porn star, Sarah” supplemented Nick. By this time Do had a large hard on and I got turned around on my hands and knees. Then Nick laid down and Do positioned him behind me to enter carefully he pushed himself in and I felt myself stretch to accommodate him. Once in I looked down to my task at hand Nick’s dick I did my customary, running my tongue around the head placing light kisses on the tip. Then as the penis began to harden I ran my tongue along the length of the underside then slowly at first then as I go down picking up intensity all the while Do’s big black dick is pounding my pussy. After a few min I feel something cool run down my back side and down toward my pussy. I soon realize he’s pouring lube on me. He begins to slowly move one digit into my ass carefully allowing me to accommodate the intrusion.

“You want rus escort me up your ass baby, tell me you do,” said Do.

“Mmm yeah I want you up my ass and Nick up my pussy. I want to feel totally full,” I moaned.

“Oh, oh baby slow down,” Nick groaned, “your going to make me cum at this rate.” At this point Do removed his cock from my pussy and was slowly starting to press at the entrance to my ass. I stopped giving head for a moment as I felt the head enter. It took all I had to relax my body to allow that cock to enter. As he slowly pushed forward I continued giving Nick a hand job and some light head.

Once Do was in and comfortable and had given me sometime to get adjusted Nick scooted down underneath me and entered my pussy. Now I had both guys inside me. It felt delicious. I was so full and stretched. They began pumping in and out in unison as I cried out in pleasure. “Oh yes, oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me harder, oh God yes you know how I like it.”

“Oh wee baby you’re so tight I’m going to cum,” Do exclaimed as he gave a final deep thrust. Nick was still pumping away as Do with drew and retired himself to the bathroom to clean up. Nick was now squeezing my breasts and I rode him to climax.

When it was all over both men came back to bed. We then enjoyed a well rolled blunt, laying naked, and basking in the pleasure we had all received.

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The More the Merrier

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“I am so horny.” thought Jessie as she entered the front door of the Walmart store. She was dressed for the prowl. She had on a short skirt with no panties and a skin tight top which showed her pert nipples perfectly. She had a plan. A plan to get royally fucked that day.

Heading for the hardware section, she kept her eyes peeled for sex victims.

Looking at hammers were two fairly fat men who appeared to be brothers. Smiling to herself she went down the aisle, moving in between them, and bent down to check something on the bottom shelf.

Her skirt rode up, revealing her sweet pussy. She could feel their eyes on her.

Looking up, she grinned and said “See anything you like boys?” She grabbed one of the men’s hands and placed it on her pussy. The men looked at each other shocked. But he didn’t move his hand away. She rubbed his fingers up and down her lips and moaned.

“How would you guys like to go out to the parking lot and fuck?” She took his hand away from her pussy and brought his fingers to her lips, slowing licking each finger.

They nodded and one of them said “We have a van parked just down aways.”

“Perfect.” she purred. “Let’s go.”

They headed to the van. As soon as the got into the back, the one brother who’s name was Brian started kissing her. His thick tongue felt like it etlik escort was going right down her throat. The other broker, Jason, came up from behind and sqeezed her tits.

“Oh yeah babies. This feels good. My pussy is on fire. Someone eat me please.” she moaned.

Jason got down between her legs and slid his tongue into her pussy lips. He was good. His tongue was huge and slid up and down those lips like there was no tomorrow. Jessie came right away.

She ripped open Brian’s pants and took out his fat cock. She took it in her mouth and sucked the purple head.

“Fuck me Jason, fuck me hard!” she said. She didn’t have to ask him twice. He took out his cock and slammed it into her wet pussy. Brian started to fuck her mouth. Jason reached out and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard. Waves of pleasure went through her. Their cocks were hammering into her body from both ends. Brian came first and she gobbled up every drop. Then Jason came. Then the men switched and she sucked Jason’s cock while Brian fucked her pussy.

After they were done, she waved bye and got back into her own vehicle. She went home and showered up and changed into more tiny clothes for her evening out.

Her girlfriend was having a party at her house. Jessie showed up and there eve gelen escort was quite a few people there. A game of truth or dare was going on.

When Jessie spun the bottle, it pointed to her blond girlfriend, Sabrina. Jessie grinned and dared her to french kiss another of their friends, Tasha. The guys egged the two girls on as they shoved their tongues down each others throats.

As the evening wore on, the dares got more daring and Jessie could tell people were getting horny.

She put some music on and asked one of the guys to dance.

As they danced, he started to play with her tits. Then he reached up her skirt and shoved his finger up her pussy.

One of the girls in the room came storming over and yelled at Jessie, saying this guy was her boyfriend and to leave him the fuck alone.

She pushed Jessie and Jessie pushed her back and it became a cat fight. Next thing they new, both their tops were ripped and Jessie’s tits were hanging out. One guy yelled out

“Hey, girls, kiss and make up!”

Jessie and the girl, Cathy, looked at each other, shrugged and gave the boys what they wanted.

They started to kiss and rub each others tits. The boyfriend then got into the act and started playing with both their pussies. They gaziosmanpaşa escort knelt down and took his cock out and started to lick up each side, stopping to tongue each others mouths occasionally.

Jessie felt a cock probing her pussy and looked behind her. A guy was behind her and another guy was behind Cathy. The guy slid his cock into her pussy as she kept sucking the boyfriend’s cock. The guy came too quickly, but another guy took his place.

Her other friends were getting fucked as well. The boyfriend shot his wad all over their tits and Jessie crawled over to her friend, Sabrina, who was sucking another guys cock.

Her blond pussy was gleaming with come and Jessie leaned into it and slid her tongue into that blond cunt.

“Man I love blond pussy.” Jessie thought as she tongued that perfect cunt. Sabrina started to come right away but Jessie kept

licking.

“Someone fuck me!” Jessie yelled out. She saw Cathy with a two headed dildo heading in her direction.

“Perfect!” Jessie said and turned back to Sabrina’s pussy.

Cathy slid one end of the dildo into her own pussy and the other into Jessie’s and started to fuck her hard.

Cathy leaned into Jessie and said “Do you like that, you fucking whore bitch?”

Jessie moaned and leaned her head back.

“Shut up and fuck me hard, cunt!”

Cathy slid her tongue down Jessie’s throat and banged her as hard as she could. Jessie came just as hard.

By the end of the evening, Jessie figured she had fucked eight different guys and four different girls, and that was excluding the guys from WalMart.

Going to bed that night, she thought to herself “What a perfect day!”

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The Last Boy Scout Ch. 01

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He can’t resist helping anyone in need.

This is a four chapter story. Not a lot of the hot and heavy in the first chapter, but it comes on strong in the next three. All chapters are complete, and will be submitted in the next few days, after final edits.

The characters in this story are all at least 18 years old.

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Don’t get me wrong. I love camping.

I like the preparation, selecting my gear, carefully loading the backpack, picking out the area to hike, and planning the whole event. I love the experience, the hours spent trekking through the wilderness, selecting a suitable campsite, the quiet of the outdoors, the majestic vistas, the fresh air. I even enjoy the sense of accomplishment of minimally invasive outdoor living, where after a few days, you’d never know somebody had bivouacked there.

This was not camping.

The Outdoors Club had selected the campsite. The permissible fire locations evaluated and chosen. Tent locations tagged. There were even tables for eating.

It’s not that I’m not sociable. Au contraire. But camping, to me, had a different connotation than most in this group. In part, that’s why I was hauling my gear to the most remote camping space I could find within the ‘allowed’ area. If I was going to rough it here, I’d do it apart from the others where possible, and do it in style.

I say camping space, since where the rest of the school’s Outdoors Club were spending the absolute minimum amount of time setting up a tiny pop-up 2-man tent, I was going to create a personal retreat.

My family was trekkers, climbers, and outdoorsmen, and like my father and brother before me, I was an Eagle Scout, proudly. Before I was 14 I’d summited my first 20,000 ft. peak. Our outdoor gear tended to the high-end. Either ultra-lightweight, ultra-sturdy gear that could (and had) survived a blizzard at 16,000 ft, or ridiculously luxurious family gear you could drag out of the Land Rover and setup within 50 ft or so, where weight and size weren’t an issue.

When planning for this trip, I had opted for comfort. The school van was dropping off our gear within a couple of hundred yards of where we planned to spend our extended weekend, miles away from anything resembling civilization. No need to worry about cramming two weeks of sustenance and survival into a 50 lb backpack I’d be hauling for hundreds of miles. A $500 Alpine mummy bag, good to -40°, might be critical on a Denali summit attempt, but an early fall, national park weekend outing screamed out to me for the parent’s ultra-spacious North Face 3-season double bag, with self-inflating double-width pad. Sure, at nearly 16 lbs it was four times as heavy as I would normally carry, but then again, I was only carrying it a quarter mile or so.

Of course I had ulterior motives. My girlfriend had graduated and moved away over the summer. I was single, for the first time in over a year. If there was any chance of getting lucky on this trip, the double-wide sleeping bag had its advantages. To be honest, I believed the odds were in my favor. I wasn’t just available, but actively pursuing opportunities. The Outdoors Club was a target rich environment, restricted to upperclassmen, with two girls for every guy in the club. Literally. With 22 people on this trip, there were only 8 guys total, excluding the chaperons. Like I said, nice odds.

As for equipment choices, so important on a mission like this one, comfort and privacy were behind my tent selection. Watching my class-mates erect their “Happy Camper” $25 Sears pup-tents, I was still clearing out the flooring area of rocks and twigs and laying out a 9′ x 12′ ground tarp when they started taking off for the river. I had selected a location a good 50 feet away and at least 10 feet higher up than the wide flat space where most of them had chosen to setup camp. It was away from the clearing, under cover of the massive trees, and almost like being outdoors.

My backpack was pretty loaded, even without the tent, sleeping bag, and ground pad. I had been on enough of these ‘Tenderfoot’ trips, to know how ill prepared most people were, including our chaperons. I had a pack full of useful stuff, from paracord to poly tarps, wool blankets to windbreakers, coffee to cocoa. Spare knives, lots of first aid supplies, and twice the clothes I’d normally pack for three days. I had it drilled into me enough: “Be Prepared.”

I broke out the biggest camo tarp, 14′ x 20′, and ran a rope between two trees a little wider than the cloth. It only took about five minutes to create a spacious rain/sun shelter, and I moved my gear underneath it, along with my two camp chairs. I took a break, looking down at the work going on below. Nearly everyone else was finished, and I hadn’t even started on my actual tent yet.

Teri had been teasing me, in a good-natured way, after finishing her own setup. “That’s a lot of gear you’ve got,” she observed, watching me hammer the heavy-duty stakes into the ground with the back of my hatchet.

“I like to be dikmen escort comfortable and dry,” I explained, unfolding the tent in the center of the ground preparations. I looked over at where her tent was, the nearest to mine. It was higher than the others were. “Good choice for your spot, it should stay dry if we get any of the predicted rain. I can’t believe the area we’re supposed to camp is in a depression.”

“Thirty percent chance of showers on the last day? What are you? A wuss? I wouldn’t sweat it too much.”

“Gotta love those weathermen, always 100% accurate.”

She was a loud mouth, and a pain in my butt, but a decent friend in spite of all that. “Need some help?” she asked, reaching out to one corner of the folded up material and straightening it.

“Thanks, that would help a lot.”

I had always liked Teri. We’d been the best of friends through middle school, and even up through my freshman year. She was honest and open, speaking her mind, but rarely judgmental. A goody-two-shoes, for the most part, and pure as the driven snow, but unlike some she didn’t force her values on you. Lucky for me.

She was ready for the water, wearing a bikini top and shorts, with open-toed sandals. It was only a hundred yards or so to the bank, one of the main reasons we’d chosen this spot, but there wasn’t much of a trail. I hoped her feet and legs didn’t get scraped up too badly on the way back and forth, that would be a true shame. Her chest might not be head-turning, barely filling her bikini but from the waist down, not bad. Those legs, though a little skinny for my tastes, seemed to go on forever. Teri was about 5’9″ and most of that was legs. Easily her best feature.

“Jeez, Alex, how big is this thing?” she asked, as we continued the unfolding.

“Mmm,” I purred. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you uttering those very words.”

She slapped me on the arm, looking around for any witnesses of my verbal haranguing and her physical assault. “Ass,” she said, but I could hear the smile in her voice.

“It’s not that big. It’s a six man tent, but it has a pretty large entrance vestibule, bigger than the tent.”

“Just a six man tent. While I’m stuck in an oversize matchbox with Heather and her 20 lbs of makeup. I’ve built bigger tents than ours out of cushions in my parent’s living room.” She was helping me thread the bungeed pole through the series of a dozen or so loops that would hold the dome up. One of six poles the mountaineering base camp tent used to keep it sturdy. It would survive a monsoon. Bending over, I got a nice view of a little boobage. Not a lot, but enough to make me smile.

“Hey, I offered to let you share mine,” I reminded her.

“Right. Never mind the Herculean effort it would take to keep my virtue intact, how many ways could that plan go wrong?”

Herculean. I liked that about Teri. Not afraid to exercise her vocabulary. “Wrong?” I countered.

“One. Chaperons? Remember? No going in each other’s tents? We’d be kicked out of the club, and possibly suspended. At least I would be, somehow you always seem to skate. Two. My impeccable reputation, which is being sullied as we speak from the mere proximity of our resident Don Juan…”

“Don Juan?” I interjected, trying to invest my voice with all the injustice and hurt I could, while sliding the longer poles into their slots, where they would hold the roof in place.

“Hush, Señor Juan. Three, the absolute certainty my parents would find out about my behavior and upon my shameful return home, I’d see all my belongings scattered by the curb, my face cut out of the family portraits, and a large street sign in the yard announcing eviction from my childhood manse, on the basis of moral turpitude. With Alex, no less, of whose questionable morality I’d been warned of plenty of times, from family, friends, and foes.”

She stood up, continuing to lecture me on the dangers I presented, while we bowed the center poles, raising the tent roof.

“Four, the inevitable shaming and humiliation I’d endure from the myriad young ladies present who really want to be in your tent. The same girls who would banish me from the coveted first floor, east-wing ladies room, ostracizing me and forcing me to change my name to Hester and embroider a large ‘A’ above my breast.”

I chuckled sliding the last pole in place and adjusting the tension all around before staking everything securely. “A for Alex?” I teased. “You’d name your breast after me? That’s sweet.”

“You heathen,” she growled. “Unlike the hoi-poloi we’re doomed to consort with, you know better.”

“Consorting now? What’s that going to do for your impious reputation, Miss Prynne?”

She was still helping me, stretching the fly across the top of the tent, elastic cords stretching it in place. I dodged an incoming plastic stake. “Impeccable, not impious.”

“I stand corrected. So if that’s all that’s standing in the way, why don’t we get your stuff and move you inside with elvankent escort me.”

“Is that all, Casanova? What could possibly induce me to enter your fiendish lair of iniquity?”

“First, Don Juan? Really? Amoral womanizer, seducer of countless women, heedless of their marital status, age, or temperament? Don Quixote is more like it, misunderstood knight of purest chivalry and intentions, in search of his one lady love.” I sidled up next to her while she held one of the fly tie-downs in place. “Dulcinea, my love. I’ve searched for you long and far. I’ve erected this monument to your beauty. Care to help me christen our castle?” I murmured with a cheesy Spanish accent.

She gave me a shove with her shoulder. “Cut it Alex. You don’t want me. The only reason you chase me at all is because you can’t have me. There’re enough girls here who’d swoon to be chosen as your ladylove. Pick one and let’s be done with it.”

Truth was, she was kind of right. Not that I didn’t like her, or that she wasn’t attractive enough. We had been friends since we were kids, really close in middle school, but for the last couple of years there’d been an awkward feel to our friendship, which I felt could go haywire at any time. Besides, I had already given it a shot, only to be rejected repeatedly. Now she was off my radar. 7th grade crush gone bad.

I had my sights set on other, more tempting and much more available targets. I glanced over to where one of those targets was lingering over her own campsite, casting looks our way, some wistful, some irritated. I don’t believe Julie Samuelson approved of the amount of attention that Teri was garnering. Call it a turf war.

But Teri was fun to tease, and once into the role, it was hard to back off. I stood and helped her to her feet. Leaning over I whispered, “You can’t be more wrong. I like you a lot. Pretty, brilliant, and begging to be corrupted.” My hand gently brushed her hair back, and caressed her cheek lightly.

She blushed heavily, stepping cautiously away. “See? That’s what I’m talking about. Alex. Always pushing the limits. Quit the damn teasing and grow up. It’s not like I don’t know what you really like.” She glanced over at the sexy young thing waiting her turn. “I can’t believe anything you say. That is why you’d never catch me entering your tent, come Hell or high-water.”

She turned away from me and marched off, looking even better walking away than she had approaching in the first place. What an ass. And I mean that in the nicest way.

Julie meandered over, acting casual, while I started moving my gear inside. I enjoyed watching her, almost laughing aloud at her antics. She was scanning the area, scoping out any possible competition, walking a serpentine path toward my well-delimited domain. As she got closer she adjusted her skin-tight shorts, brushed her mid-length platinum blonde hair back, licked her full red lips and a soft sway enveloped her heavenly hips.

I knew that, most of all, she was making sure her older sister Lisa wasn’t in the area. Apparently, she didn’t trust me either, especially with the little hottie that had blossomed over the summer. The term ‘barely legal’ was coined for innocent hotties like her.

She slowed down, posing, hip thrust out, one hand on her waist, the other playing with a lock of her radiant hair. “Hey Alex,” she chirped cheerfully.

I pretended like I hadn’t seen her approaching while I was spreading out my pad and sleeping bag inside the tent. I peered out of the opening, looking up at her. She was only a couple of feet away, and her outstanding ta-tas were between me and her face. She actually leaned forward a bit to peer down at me.

“Julie! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Good job on the tent. I saw you hammering in those stakes nice and deep. If we get a good storm, half those other tents are going to collapse or blow away.”

I knew she’d only been biding her time, waiting to come over. Of the girls around the place, she was one of the few that made it deliciously obvious she’d like to be better acquainted. Unfortunately for her, Lisa, her elder, had put the kibosh on that. I wasn’t certain why, but fantasized it was because she had her own sights set on me. Not fair, really, since the equally stunning older sister already had a boyfriend.

Julie grinned hugely, her perfect teeth peeking out from behind her mesmerizing lips. “Looks like your tent won’t be going anywhere. I think it’s built stronger than the cabin we passed on the way in.”

“Do me a favor, gorgeous, pass me my pack?”

She reached over to grab it and almost fell over. The pack probably weighed almost half of what she did. She struggled with it, dragging it the 3 or 4 feet over to me. I lifted it easily, at least in comparison, and put it to the side.

Her head appeared in the doorway, and she peered in. “Nice. I bet I could stand up in there.”

She was maybe 5′ tall. Diminutive and sexy as hell, all the right curves in all the right places, emek escort exaggerated by her tiny stature. A living doll I’d love to unwrap and play with. “Want to give it a try? I won’t bite.”

She chuckled nervously, looking around again before stepping in. “We won’t get in trouble?”

“Not while we’re setting things up.” I put my hand on her bare hip, just above her stupidly tight shorts, her skin baby soft, and guided her to the center. “You’re right, a good eight inches to spare.” I stood, having to bend over a good bit, putting my face very close to hers. “As for me, I think I need a bigger tent.”

She giggled again, her eyes darting around, betraying her nervousness. My hand was still on her hip, closing minutely, holding her in place. I moved my lips to her ear. “It’s going to be lonely in this big tent, all by myself.”

I detected a faint tremble, and felt her warm breath on my neck. “You probably won’t be alone.”

I pressed my lips to her neck, tasting her smooth skin. “Promise?”

She gasped, her trembling more pronounced. “Lisa would kill me.” Her hand moved hesitantly, a cautious creature inching forward, landing on my arm.

My lips glided across her cheek, seeking out hers. I held her head in my hand, turning it slightly, to signal my control over her. I pushed my tongue against her teeth, and she opened her mouth to me, letting me kiss her for a few seconds before returning my ardor. I pulled her closer, our bodies pressing together, her full tits smashed against my chest. Her arms eagerly embraced me.

I retreated, the hand on her waist descending smoothly, caressing her rear, while I released her head. She surprised me by leaning forward and stealing a second quick kiss. She was blushing bright enough to illuminate the tent.

Kneeling back down, I opened my backpack. “I’m going to change into my bathing shorts. Wait for me?” I peeled off my shirt and started opening my khaki shorts.

Poor sweet thing. She was thoroughly befuddled. When I started pushing my shorts down, she darted for the entrance. I watched her cute rump exit my tent. “I’ll wait,” she answered from outside.

Such an innocent. She didn’t even peek in.

Too bad. I stroked myself a few times, thinking of playing with the cutie, giving my package a little extra heft before going down to the water and putting it on display. I was ready to do a little trolling.

A couple of minutes later we strolled down to the river, side-by-side. Apparently, she was willing to face the wrath of her sister, and be seen in my company. At least for the moment. I wonder if it was the kiss.

* * *

It was a fun afternoon, splashing around, playing in the water, chicken-fights, some Frisbee, a little ‘accidental’ groping, and a bit of sunning. A great start to the long weekend.

Except for one thing.

I wanted a new girlfriend. Scratch that, I needed one. I was tired of doing without sex, and liked having that one steady girl you could depend on for so many wonderful things. No matter what Teri said. In spite of all my flirting and teasing, I wasn’t really a player. Hell, I had only slept with three girls in all of high-school, and all of them had graduated. I was ready to make it four.

The only question was who? Two of the girls I was seriously contemplating a relationship with were on this camp-out. Three if you counted Lisa, which I refused to do until she broke up with her current boyfriend. Sexy young Julie made the cut, as did the delightfully delicious Dominique. For the moment, Dominique seemed immune to my charms, although she was friendly enough.

Not that there weren’t other potentials. Shit. Half the girls on the camp-out I would happily bounce bellies with, and that included Miss Shannon, our ever-so-female chaperon, and not-so-secret crush of mine. I’m certain that Teri would be a worthwhile conquest, and her tent-mate Heather was beyond doable. The only thing keeping her off my list was her open disdain for me. Not worth the effort to fight. No, I was better off concentrating on Julie and Dominique.

We had a simple campfire dinner of burgers and chips, and talked about the activities we had planned for the next day before our diligent chaperons reminded us of the rules. No leaving the camp area after 10:00, no swimming after lights-out, skirts up and pants down, indicating the need for the guys to go downstream and the girls upstream to go to the bathroom. Most of all, stay out of each other’s tents.

Bunch of spoilsports.

Julie was under Lisa’s watchful eye, and one of the underclassmen was doing his best to make time with her. When he looked my way, I gave him my best glare, and when Lisa wasn’t looking, I did the old thumb across the throat gesture. I think he got the message.

With Julie occupied and under watch, at least for the moment, I sought out the stunning Dominique, easily the prettiest girl in camp, if we took Miss Shannon out of the equation. Dominique looked like a model, tall, slender, and graceful. She was a hard nut to crack though. Whenever I sat near her, she would clam up, obviously nervous around me, speaking in single word answers, or the briefest of phrases. If I casually touched her, she would jump to the stars, and I’d be hard-pressed to get her speaking for minutes afterwards. I kept coming back for more. You know the whole moth/flame thing. To me she blazed like the sun.

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The Magic Kingdom: The Party

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This story is the first in a series’ of standalone prequels to the dirty old man series; it introduces some of the core characters who will appear again later.

There is a lot of me and people I know in this story, but it’s not strictly autobiographical.

This one is set in Riyadh in the summer of 1984.

Many thanks to Romantic1, your insights are what made this story possible.

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I had been entertained for the last hour of the flight by the constant stream of young attractive Arabic women entering the toilets in western clothing and exiting in the traditional Arabic dress.

The very pretty girl in the business class seat beside mine had spent most of the flight telling me about her last year at a finishing school in Switzerland and generally flirting and rubbing her leg up against mine. I was seriously thinking of getting her number and inviting her to a party, when forty minutes before we landed, she joined the exodus to the toilets and reappeared fully covered by a black abya. Opps I thought, rule one, don’t mess with the local girls. I had thought she was a fellow expat.

With a lurch and a rattle of the overhead bins the Saudia Airlines Jumbo landed at Riyadh airport. My first vacation was over, and I was back in the magic kingdom. The plane came to a halt at the civilian terminal; the airport was close to the centre of town and shared the runway with the Saudi air force.

The mad rush to deplane began and I grabbed my carry on and moved to the front of the plane and down the stairs to the waiting busses, it was eight o’clock in the evening and it was still twenty-five degrees. The bus took us the 300 yards to the terminal and I joined my first queue of the evening, passport control. When I finally reached the front I handed over my passport and immigration form and I got the stamp that cancelled my exit/re-entry visa. I found my suitcase on the carousel, and again joined another queue, this time customs.

Now if you have never been to Saudi, it’s difficult to fully describe the pain that getting through the custom hall caused. The custom officers would go through everything, and I mean everything. I watched them pull the heels off the cowboy boots the guy in front of me was wearing, and then they started on my bags. Everything was tipped out and rummaged through, my bags got the all important chalk mark, and I was left to repack.

I exited the customs hall and saw Jeff my flat mate standing there, “Good to see you Andy,” he said.

And that’s me, Andrew; Andy to my friends. I’m twenty four years old, nearly six foot tall, one hundred and forty pounds in my socks, with light brown hair, a close trimmed beard I grew as a bet four years ago and blue eyes. I’m a senior physio at the military hospital, the same place that Jeff’s a radiographer. It’s the end of August and the year is 1984, and George Orwell’s future has yet to appear.

“Get me out of here,” I told him.

“The truck’s over there,” he said pointing at the car park. “Thanks for letting me use it while you were away.”

We walked up to my blue and white Blazer, I’d got it cheep a few months ago from a guy who had to leave the kingdom in a hurry. “I’m tired, can you drive,” I asked Jeff.

“There’s a cold drink in the centre box,” I was told. “So how was the holiday,” he asked.

I grabbed the can and pulled the tab, and swallowed deeply, there had been no air conditioning in the airport and I was gasping “Not bloody long enough for a start, and I found out that my parents are swingers!”

“What! You’re kidding.”

“No, you remember I was going to stay at their place in the south of France.”

“Yep.”

“It’s a great place in the hills above Frejus on the south coast, it’s one of a small group of villas all owned by Brits, and it seems that every three or four days there’s a swingers party at one or another of the villas.

“Christ, what did you do,” he asked.

“What do you think I did, I joined in of course.”

“How old were they,” he asked.

“All ages, mostly couples in their forties but there were a couple of girls my age there. They were friends of one of the daughters, and I hung out with them most of the time. Mind you most of the older women were very tasty and very experienced. The things they would do would knock your socks off Jeff.”

“Shit, I hate you, Jill’s been on nights the past two weeks and I’ve barely seen her.” Gillian is his girlfriend and a nurse on ICU. “Oh and Julia wanted to know when you got back, she slept over in your room a couple of times after parties.”

Julia and I first met in London, and we had both trained at the same hospital, me as a physiotherapist and her as a pharmacist. We tried going steady but found that it just didn’t work, but we did work as best friends and occasional fuck buddies. After we graduated we got jobs in London, and became flat mates, two guys and three girls, fun times!

We both loved to travel and would take holidays together, a mate of mine told us eryaman escort about the Saudi contracts and the great travel benefits, and they sounded just what we were looking for. The recruitment agency had places, we applied and were accepted; so three month later we were Saudi bound.

We weren’t able to take our first leave together, so Julia had gone home a month earlier and as she flew back, I flew out.

“Home James,” I told him and we entered the madness known as Saudi traffic. We lived in a block of flats that the hospital owns known locally as Iskan Five, it was a mix of large one and two bedrooms apartments, and catered for married couples and single men. The Saudis believed in segregation just as much as we believed in cohabitation, so as the great Sherlock Holmes said, the games afoot Watson, and sneaking the girls in, became an art form. Our latest coup was obtaining the master key for the flats from a mate in security so we were able to bypass the security desk.

We parked in the garage in the basement having only had two close calls on the way, less than average, and used the master key to access the service lift, and made our way to the sixth floor and our flat.

Which was empty, damn it.

“Oh yes I was supposed to tell you she will met you at Welsh John’s party,” Jeff said.

“And where is it?” I asked.

“In 307,”he replied.

“Ok, I’m going to grab a quick shower and get changed; I will see you there in twenty minutes.” I went off to my room and I could see evidence of Julia’s occupation scattered all over the room.

Twenty minutes later, feeling a lot cleaner and fresher I knocked on John’s door, and the man himself opened it. The room was heaving, and the party was in full swing, the way only Saudi parties can be. I grabbed a glass of something alcoholic from the bar, Christ knows what it was supposed to be, and looked around for the gang.

I think that there was a theme to the party as the balcony and half the lounge seemed to be covered in sand and a lot of the men were in garish Hawaiian shirts and the women seemed to be competing for the smallest bikini.

There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned to see Lisa a fellow physio dressed in a grass skirt and a coconut shell bra standing there. “When did you get back, I thought you were on leave?”

“Err, just now, and are you wearing anything under that skirt?”

She smiled at me, and took my hand and slipped it under the skirt, and I fondled her shaven pussy. “Does that answer your question?”

“So what’s the party for?” I asked her.

“It’s a Hawaiian beach party, and I have no idea why? But its fun and I love dressing like this.”

“I have no complaints, where’s the boyfriend,” I asked.

“Dumped his sorry little ass, last week, and look at all these losers, not a decent one amongst them. I don’t suppose you are looking?” she said hopefully.

“Sorry I’m sort of promised to Julia for tonight,” I told her then asked, “Have you seen Jeff anywhere?”

“Last seen heading in the direction of the bedroom with Jill,” she told me.

The room was so crowded you could barely see ten feet in any direction, and I couldn’t see Julia anywhere, so I headed in the direction of the bedrooms.

Dave, John’s flat mate was guarding the door of the master bedroom with his girlfriend on his lap, and stopped me entering, “Can’t go in Andy unless you have a partner,” he told me.

“Don’t really want to go in,” I said, “I’m looking for Jeff and Julia?”

“I haven’t seen Julia, but Jeff’s in there with his girlfriend.”

“That’s cool; when he comes out let him know I’m here will you?”

“Will do.”

I turned to go back to the main party, and then decided to check out the other bedroom, “same rules?” I asked Dave, nodding at the other door.

He shook his head so I opened the door and went in, I’d found the chill out room. There was fifteen or so bodies lying around, and there was Julia, smoking a joint, in a little black dress, sitting cross legged flashing her skimpy black nickers to all and sundry. There was a good-looking guy sitting next to her hitting on her, so I let her see me, to see if she wanted rescuing.

She smiled as she saw me and grimaced at the guy beside her, so I dropped down to her other side, and pulled her into a big kiss.

“I missed you darling, you look wonderful,” I told her, “god it’s been a whole month. How was your holiday, did you met anyone interesting?” It was fun watching the poor guy on her other side look totally pissed off; he must of really thought he was on to a sure thing.

He manned up and lent across Julia and introduced himself, he was Simon a locum anaesthetist, here for three months, and this was his first Saudi party. “And you are?” he asked.

I smiled at him, “I’m Andy and I’m Julia’s part time boyfriend.”

“Part time lover you mean,” Julia said.

“That as well,” I agreed. Then I had a thought. “Simon wait here, I think esat escort I know the perfect girl for you.”

I got up and disappeared into the throng and returned five minutes later with Lisa in tow.

“Simon meet Lisa, Lisa this is Simon, he’s a locum anaesthetist.”

Simon’s eyes were on stalks as he realised that Lisa wasn’t wearing anything under her grass skirt, and being aware of Lisa’s goal of marrying a doctor I thought this could work out. Lisa dragged him off to the main room, blowing me a kiss as she left.

“Thank you, I didn’t think he was ever going to take the hint and leave me alone,” she said, as she curled up against me, “and, yes I met two nice guys and I spent a whole weekend in bed with them, and Jeff says you had an interesting time as well.”

“Oh, did he. Well it’s true, shall we swap stories later?” I asked.

“Don’t we always, can we leave?” she said, “I was only hanging around until you got here.”

I stood and helped her up, she put her arms around me and ground her pelvis into my groin, and I responded the only way a gentleman could, I groped her ass, and got nice and hard.

“Hold that thought,” she said, and we slowly worked our way across the room. We had to stop every few feet and say hello to friends and work colleagues, but finally we reached the door and freedom.

We stood in my bedroom and we just looked at each other. We have this unusual relationship, the best description is that I was her part time boyfriend when it suits her and she is mine when it suits me. We knew that we would intersperse busts of intense sex with long periods of abstinence. Julia came up with the best description, best fucking friends ever. We weren’t right for the long-term relationship, we’d tried it and it failed miserably.

We’d both had many other lovers over the years, we’d even shared a couple, and we kept nothing from each other. I had held her hand through her break ups, and slept at her side in hospital for days after her bike accident. And she had done the same for me countless times.

Our Saudi time had strengthened the relationship, and our dependence to each other, but we both knew that one day we would each find our ideal partner and our lives would change. Somehow I think we both suspected that even then we would never lose our attraction to each other.

“Hi there, I missed you,” I told her.

“Me too.”

“It’s odd,” she continued, “this is the first time in years I was completely isolated from you, and I didn’t like it, I couldn’t even call you.”

“I know, it felt weird.”

“Sod it, I need you,” she said, “Please fuck me.” And she turned so I could reach the zip on the dress, and slip it off her. I shed my shirt, jeans and briefs in double quick time, and then removed her panties. Julia is beautiful, she is tall five foot ten and has ash blond shoulder length hair; her breasts are medium size, firm and uplifting, her nipples standing proud from her dark areole.

“I’ve got to show you this,” I told her, “one of the women in France showed me.”

I got her to lie back and opened her legs and gently eased two fingers inside her. She was already nice and wet, I bent my fingers upwards and began feeling for her G spot.

“This is nice, but nothing special,” she told me.

“Just wait,” I said, “you’ll know it when I find it.”

My fingertips kept searching and then finally I felt that subtle change in the texture of her inner wall that meant I’d found it. I massaged it as I’d been shown, and Julia jumped and cried out in pleasure.

“What the fuck is that,” she gasped, “and for fuck’s sake don’t stop, it’s amazing.”

“It’s called your G spot.” And I continued to rub it and use my thumb on her protruding clit as I’d been shown.

“I don’t care what it’s fucking called just keep doing whatever it is, oh fuck, oh fuck, FUCK, I’m cumming,” she screamed, and her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm.

She looked at me in amazement, “Please tell me you can do that again.”

“Yes. And it gets easier the more aroused you are.”

She looked at me, “you have to take me with you the next time you go to France, and did you learn anything else?” She asked. “Damn it, you always were the best lover I’d had, but this was amazing.”

“I’m invited back next summer, want to come?”

“Hell yes.”

God, I really owed Silvia, the woman in France, so much for spending a whole afternoon teaching me all the mysteries that surrounded the female body, she taught me the G spot, the A spot, how to and not to touch a woman’s erogenous zones, how to suck, lick and nibble. How women like men to perform cunnilingus, which by the way isn’t the way men think they should do it. I thought I knew it all, but I hadn’t; best afternoon ever!

We lay together with our hands constantly moving over each other as we caught up on our news.

“So, two men at the same time, do tell.”

“It was a really cool weekend; I met them at my cousin’s wedding. etimesgut escort They were a couple of his university mates, and we were seated at the same table. I was missing you and feeling ultra randy, and they weren’t bad looking, but very nervous when I came on to them.”

“Don’t tell me you raped them,” I laughed.

“As near as, damn it,” she said, “I couldn’t make my mind up as to which one to pick, and they were just like the last two in games class, both praying that they won’t be the one left to the end when the teams are picked!”

I laughed, “So what did you do?”

“It was so funny, we were all dancing together, I was rubbing up against them, and they were both rock hard. They both felt a reasonable size, so I took hold of them through their trousers, one in each hand and dragged them off to my room. I swear I heard one of ask me not to hurt him!”

“And did you?”

“No silly, I just fucked their brains out from Saturday night to Monday morning.”

“What, no breaks at all?”

“If we got hungry or thirsty I would send one them to get supplies and hold the other hostage.”

I laughed as I pictured the scene in my mind, and decided that I needed her right then; my cock had been steadily growing harder as she told her story. I looked at her and she knew what I was thinking, and she opened her legs and pulled me on top of her. She took hold of my hard cock and eased it between her pussy lips, and urged me in. I slid into her wet channel, feeling the muscles shift and ripple as they adjusted to my girth and length. Our hips and pelvises rocked driving my cock into and out of her velvety vagina. Julia wrapped her legs around me and used her heels to urge me on. I was kissing her face, neck and ear lobes, and we were both moaning with pleasure.

I felt like a man possessed and kept increasing the pace, and Julia was writhing below me. I got a thumb on her clit and massage her some as we fucked. I felt the muscles in her cunt tighten as she came and cried out, but I wasn’t ready so I carried on thrusting for several more minutes. Her orgasms kept coming as I was triggering new ones ever few moments, and she was clutching me tight as she kept crying out. I felt my impending orgasm begin to wash out of my balls and shoot into her. I arched my back for the final deep thrust, and my cum flooded out to fill her.

“That was fucking brilliant,” she said after she got her breath back. “You need to go away more often if that what I get when you come back to me.”

“It was your story that turned me on,” I managed to gasp out.

I slid out of her as I shrank, and she curled up on her side, and I cuddled her from behind and we relaxed and fell asleep.

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

It was Friday the next day and we didn’t get out of bed until early afternoon. I had spent the morning showing her some of the other interesting techniques I had discovered in France, until thirst had forced us up.

We spent the rest of the day lazing about the flat in various states of undress with Jeff and Gillian. Jill is petite five foot two with short black hair and the girls favoured long tee shirts stolen from us without anything on under them;

Jeff and I preferred shorts and sport shirts when we could be bothered to wear anything.

We lounged around watching videos and planning Julia’s birthday party we were hosting the following weekend. I need to point out that in Saudi our weekend was Thursday and Friday – so we were planning the party for Thursday. Julia didn’t want a free for all so we had decided to make it invite only, limit the numbers, and have an even number of both sexes. Interestingly the invites were only for the women but they had to bring a man, no invite no admittance was the rule.

“So what have you decided on,” I asked her, as I knew she’d been busy planning all the time I’d been away.

“I gave the last invites out last night and with the four of us that makes forty four in total, I’ve chosen the theme and all the women have strict instructions on what to wear.”

I hadn’t known that it was to be themed or that there was a dress code, “Err, what are we going to be wearing,” I asked.

“All the men need to be in thobes; they can change when they arrive, and it’s a secret from the men what the women are wearing, but they all had to agree to the dress code and understand what to expect before they got an invite,” she said, then asked, “Have we got enough drink for that many?”

Jeff spoke up, “more than enough, we had thought you were going to invite a lot more so we have over a hundred litres of wine, five cases of beer, and Andy’s picking up a case of Sid on Tuesday from Arabian homes.”

Alcohol is illegal in Saudi so we all got a bit creative, Jeff and I usually had at least one, twenty-five litre jerry can of wine brewing at any time, it’s funny you go to the supermarket and the grape juice, sugar, yeast and jerry cans are all on one isle, talk about one stop shopping. We would trade some for home brew beer, as ours was never any good. Sid is the local version of moonshine, and I had a contact at one of the compounds who had promised me a case.

“The food’s all organised, we just need you two to decorate the flat,” Jill told us., “We want large floor cushions scattered all over and lots of fairy lights and candles everywhere. It needs to be dark and magical.”

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The Interview

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Joel stood tall with what appears to the world as a calm assurance before the window, the thoughts in his head mulling over the upcoming trials of the day. Thoughts taking his mind away from the breathtaking view that lay out before him from the top floor of the building his company built. Hands clasped behind his back with a slight frown making his brow furrow, he ponders the upcoming flurry of interviews for the position with his company. Showing just a hint of the frustration when he turns and seems almost to stalk towards his computer. Coming to a stop in front of it, he punches a few quick commands into it and the screen lights up with the view of the area outside his office. He looks over the usual array of women in dark business suits, all there to apply for the position of executive assistant for himself and his partner. One fist on the desk, knuckles resting atop while he uses the arrow keys to pan the camera around the room. Every woman out there seeming to be carefully coiffed and arranged with an eye to attract the eye of any man that passed through the outer sanctum of the suite.

Just as there seems to be a flurry of movement just at the outer edge of the view of the camera, the door between the two offices opens. His hand hovering over the arrow key, as if to tap it a few times to see what caught his eye, the privacy of the inner sanctum is filled with the presence of his best friend and business partner. The more laid back of the pair usually, Blake comes in while raking his hand through the dark hair that is sorely in need of a haircut. Irritation rolling off him in waves while making his way to the coffee pot in the small counter in the corner of the room. Pouring himself a cup, then holding up the pot as if in asking Joel if he needs some too, he offers a refill. Shaking his head at Blake, Joel turns back and uses the arrows to pan the room out there again before growling “I fucking hate this shit” while jerking his chin towards the view on the computer screen.

Blake nods in agreement while coming over to stand by his friend, looking as he does before going to take a seat on the couch, long legs stretching out before him as he takes the first sip of coffee. Grimacing at the taste of the harsh, bitter brew. “Hate it or not Joel, I hate your coffee making skills more” while giving a shake of his head, as if shaking the last few cobwebs from his mind and coming fully awake.

Another sip and shake of his head, the look on Blake’s face showing that the coffee didn’t get better with familiarity, he snorts and sets it down. “Lets get this shit show on the road and get us a girl that can handle us both this time”. The double meaning of his statement not missed in the slightest by his friend, the answering grin on Joel’s lips showing the meaning is caught and understood completely, as he nods.

They had been friends for a lot of years, before this company had been built even, and over the years developing some of the less socially acceptable appetites. Sharing their women had been a first a lovely rare moment, but over the years, they became drawn more and more to it, until it became the thing they both loved best, the two of them together making a woman fall apart between them the greatest pleasure for them both. A smile and a look exchanging the similarity of their thoughts, to get this interview process over for a permanent executive assistant so they could get on to what they really wanted to be looking for. A permanent partner for them to share, to begin on building the life and family they both feel ready to seek.

Both of the men taking a seat on opposite couches in the larger of the two offices, Blake with his coffee in hand again drinking, while Joel uses the phone on the table to call the woman manning the desk out front “send in the first one with her resume.”

So begins the parade of women coming in and out of the office, to sit demurely in the chair set between the two couches and facing the table. The backdrop of the city laid out beyond the floor to ceiling glass windows. Every one of the women with perfect references, a few buttons of a blouse seemingly carelessly left undone, sensual perfume wafting round each of them until it becomes a disturbing cacophony of scents left in the room after each is dismissed from their consideration. The numbers dwindling as each fails the process of interviewing for what they seek for their work lives, a woman fully capable of handling both of their varied needs in the office. Finally just before lunch, a last woman is sent in to the inner sanctum of the powerhouse that is their shared office space.

Belle enters the room on demure flats, a flowing sort of skirt seeming to float about her legs, the simple but classic lines of her blouse framing lush curves and tucked into the skirt. This one completely different from the flow of women that had appeared previously, this one with no pretense or artful attempts at seduction during the interview, she takes a seat in the cebeci escort chair. Ankles crossed to the left, the slightest shift of her legs has her offering a professional and demure manner before them both. They look up startled, the manner of calm assurance a striking contrast from her slightly bohemian but professional air that wraps about her with a serene expression upon her face.

Nearly undone by the sight of the two men with such strikingly different but equally handsome features, her breath is momentarily stuck in her throat. Blake the darker of the two, a rakish appeal with the longish hair and dark lashes framing dark and vividly blue eyes, the fullness of his lips positively sinful as she looks at him. Hands resting in her lap to keep them from twisting, only the iron control she is used to exercising keeping them from shaking visibly. Not betraying a bit of her internal twisting emotions when she turns her head, nodding as Joel comes fully to her attention, the chiseled cheekbones and blue eyes so crystalline, she mental swears to herself. Getting lost for a moment in his gaze before she speaks, she offers in the naturally low and rich tone “Hello, thank you for the opportunity and interviewing me. I’m Isabella McGuire and it is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Jamison and Mr. Whit.” while setting her resume on the table between the two men.

Blake Jamison sits a moment in silence, perusing her form, then her resume while Joel Whit just looks her over, from the long dark hair swept up and back into what seems to be to be a slightly unruly topknot, curls loosely framing her face along her cheek bones. Eyes a sharp and vivid green meeting his, lashes that frame them long and thick, not a bit of enhancement on her face other than a thin gloss that makes her lips shine in the sunlight streaming into the room through the massive windows. Looking so sweet and innocent while trying so very hard to give the impression of being able to tackle anything, the mix of it catching both men. A shared look between the Blake and Joel when his gaze tears away from her, not anything visible to her but a shared thought of the potential that winds through both their minds.

Blake hands the resume across the table to Joel before asking the first of a series of questions, computer program and her understanding of them. Rapid fire come the questions from Blake, with Joel adding in some now and again to see if she could keep up. Their baritone voices deep and rich, almost simultaneously it seems with the flurry of questions until her mind is nearly whirling with the speed. The sound of their voices causing a deep reaction that she struggles to hide from them both, hands on her lap beginning to play with the soft cotton of the skirt. The darkening of her eyes as she watches them both, her voice seeming to grow huskier with every answer until she feels like she can barely breath.

Heady desire curling low in her belly, just listening to them, answering their questions, almost as if she is jumping to sharp commands from them both. With a conscious thought of calming her reactions, not knowing what to make of such a strong tug of need that is burning through her body for these two men. Nipples peaking and scraping against the lace of her bra, the movement caused by her breathing dragging those sensitive nubs back and forth against the lace until she is nearly ready to scream in her head with need. Clenching her jaw when the questions end, her body screaming at her “beg them to touch you!” while her head is howling just as loud “get your shit together girl, it’s a job interview for gods sake!”

Joel rising startling the hell out of her, he crosses the room with a relaxed stride to the phone, lifting the receiver and speaking into the receiver “Order lunch from the shop on the first floor. Fruit plates and a mix of meats and cheeses. Whole grain rolls. Here in the office in one hour” as he watches her from across the room, then moving his gaze to Blake as well, a nod of agreement passing between them. Hanging up the receiver, he doesn’t even wait for the reply, the air of a man that is used to his every whim and command obeyed without question. Now the look in his eyes more predatory, capturing hers with merely a look, he moves differently, walking towards her with a measured few steps.

Hand reaching down when he reaches her, he takes hers in his own, enveloping it in the warmth of his palm “your hired Ms. Belle McGuire.” Tugging her to her feet, her body brushing along his as warmth is felt behind her, Blake having moved without her even knowing, Joel turns her with just the slightest of tugs on her hand, and passes her slender hand into Blake’s. Something of this seeming as if he is giving her to him, her mind strains to absorb the words of being hired as the searing heat then jolts through her at the contact of both hands on her own for a moment.

With Blake holding her hand, the roguish çukurambar escort smile on his lips as the words are echoed by him, she loses that air of composure she had been trying to maintain for so long. Uttering a soft spoken “thank you Sirs” while lowering her gaze then, trying to hide the very visceral reaction she is having about both these men, being there between them. Trembling as she feels the imposing presence of them both, one in front and the other behind. Her mind screaming at her “Go, now!” as sure as shit, her hand begins to quiver in Blake’s. Her mind at war with her body as she tries to tug her hand free, it remains caught, then with a step forward by Joel behind combined with a tug from Blake, she is fully trapped there between them.

Teeth catching her lower lip as she tries to fight back a moan of need, the battle lost as soon as Joel wraps his arms around her, hard palms over her belly, fingers splaying out to cover as much of her as he can, Blake’s head lowering and kissing her. No hesitancy in his kiss, he captures her lips in a manner that demands nothing less than the full and rich response of the woman inside her. Joel’s head lowering to scrape his teeth along her neck, the fullness of both men pressing against her has her losing it utterly in that moment, one hand reaching back to cup the back of Joel’s head, the other reaching to draw Blake all the closer to her, as if she has done this a thousand times before.

Blake’s head lifting from the kiss, blue eyes blazing down to meet her green ones, the stark desire echoed in her own. Her name coming out as a groan it seems “My Belle” as Blake’s hands reach around and cup her ass, lifting her up to drag her against his body, her legs wrapping around his lean hips to press her sex through layers and layers of fabric against his groin. The throbbing heat felt there growing as Joel follows suit to press his own thick length against her ass cheeks, splayed wide and trapped between them.

Joel’s echoing words ringing just at the shell of her ear “Our Belle” as his hands leave her belly to work the buttons of her shirt, opening it, parting like the sea to expose the nude colored lace bra, twin beads of her nipples standing at stark attention. Not able to deny the need these two men just brought to blazing life in her anymore, she leans her head back on Joel’s shoulder straining in Blake’s hand to press closer to him, grinding her wet pussy against the hard cock she feels pressing with insistence against her core.

Blake carrying her to sink down on the sofa behind him, her kneeling over his lap while Joel reaches and works the clasp of the bra open to let her bare breasts fill his palms. Blake working the skirt up over her hips and baring that scrape of lace that covers her grinding pussy back and forth over his cock. Belle leaning back against Joel as a needy moan escapes her lips “God yessss” comes the hissed response from her lips. The sound of silk and lave tearing of her thong, she can barely stand it, the sensations overwhelming her, both these men demanding her response to them. And her giving eagerly, hungering for them both, overwhelming her senses.

Shocking herself with her need as she reaches down between them, working the belt open, the bite of the buckle only serving to inflame her need to white hot proportions, she undoes the button and drags down the zipper. Finding nothing now between her core and his cock as she draws it free, Blake growls against her lips as he captures her lips again in a kiss. “Hot fucking minx we got here Joel” as he wastes no time to thrust up deeply into her clenching pussy. filling her as his hands hold her hips still. Mewling sounds of need bubbling up as Joel tugs firmer on her nipples, trapping them between thumbs and fingers, stretching then releasing them so that her entire body shudders with passion.

One of Joel’s hands working her nipples in turn, then reaching down between her thighs, finding her clit with such expertise, he squeezes it, driving her to shatter around Blake’s cock. Lips parted as a scream of pure sinful pleasure washes over her, Blake taking that sound and swallowing it as much as her squeezing walls pulse around him draws an answering groan from him. Working his own cock free from his pants, letting it loose, long and thick, straining with a pulsing head that twitches as he drags it along her dripping cunt. Coating it with her own honey, he uses the natural lubrication of her body to slowly work it to the tight bud of her ass.

Her body jolting to feel his cock head thick and pressing with insistence to her rose, the muscles burning as she finds herself opening to the pressure. Eyes fly open wide with the shock she feels, never taken this way before, her body on fire as the orgasm comes, taking her by surprise, the last not even finished when this one utterly overwhelms her. Joel taking the moment to pop through the tight ring demetevler escort of muscle and seating himself deeply into her, need for this woman driving him to the point where his iron control nearly snaps. Meeting the gaze of his friend over her head, a look is exchanged, the same grimace on Blake’s face, so close to losing it himself as the hungry kiss ends.

Breath coming heavy and panting from all of them, bodies shaking as Blake and Joel work to rein in the galloping desire for this woman that is coming apart in their arms. Her body like nirvana for them both, taking them both with an ease born not of experience, but of passion that matches their own. Shocked to their very core as they begin to move in a synchronized manner, Blake thrusting with a growl, then Joel, her sobs and mewling cries coming, louder with each of their thrusts, the know they wont last long. Taking her faster, her body trapped, impaled by them both, breasts bouncing faster, harder are the two cock working like the pistons of an engine inside her.

Belle feeling every jolting thrust that is making her body sing, the orchestra of sensations searing through her, wave after wave that throws her over the edge into sweet oblivion, not able to see beyond the flash of white that takes even her vision from her. Robbed of every sense but feeling them both. The cries of triumph coming from both men as they thrust up into her then, pulsing as their cocks stretch her to nearly beyond the capacity she can even bear. Filling her with hot seed, both her ass and pussy milking as she shakes in their arms. Lost in the rich sparks that she swears are dancing over their skin, on fire and letting the flames wash over her, she collapses with them, limp and spent.

Body feeling as if she is glowing, hissing with the sensation of Joel pulling his still twitching cock from her ass with a groan, Blake holding her firmly so she doesn’t move when she feels the hot seed dripping from her body. He goes to the washroom adjoining the office, holding his pants with one hand, hearing the water turn on then as she snuggles into Blake, eyes closed for a moment, her mind working to absorb what all just happened. Nearly dozing a moment wrapped in his arms, she jolts with the feel of a warm cloth pressing to her asshole, cleaning her as she is lifted, Blake and Joel both offering soothing words to her “Such beauty…shhh lover, let us clean and take care of you.” Relaxing slowly with their words, the hands on her back stroking, cloth warm pressed between her legs to clean her heated flesh.

Lifting her from his lap, handing her to Joel for some soothing time and cuddle while he goes then to wash and open the door at a knock. Using his body to block the view of her looking very disheveled and well used, he takes the sacks and tray from the person on the other side, a softly spoken “hold calls for the next hour”. Carrying the food sacks and tray back, he opens and arranges things before settling on the other side of her. Plucking a piece of pineapple from the tray, he holds it to her lips to feed it to her slowly. Lips opening obediently as she entwines her hands with Blake’s, nestled in his arms as the trembling eases slowly from her body. Tucked back against Blake, and Joel drawing her feet across his thighs so both of them can tend to her.

Fed bits of fruit here and there, a sandwich made for her with a tender roast beef and spicy cheese, she feels her body relaxing more and more with them. Her thoughts coming suddenly at her, calling her ten different kinds of a fool for doing what she just did, she bites her lip, setting the remnants of the sandwich on the table before them. “I’m sorry, this probably just fucked everything up” she says, getting up, her body stiff, sore as she walks towards the washroom, scooping up the shoes she didn’t even realize she lost. Back to Blake and Joel, so missing the shocked look that passed between them as she closes the door to the washroom behind her.

Looking into the mirror at her swollen lips, eyes glittering with tears she refuses to shed, she turns on the water to cold and splashes some on her face. Drying with a dry towel, patting and then taking her hands through her hair, the topknot falling along the side, she looks for all the world to see like a woman that has been well and truly fucked within an inch of her life and loved every second of it. Giving herself a stern mental shake, she steels her spine and opens the door, ready to step through to get her purse and make a break for it before she can embarrass herself further.

Finding them both on the other side of the door, so close, she nearly steps right into their arms, giving a shocked sound in seeing them. Stepping back as they both go to grab for her, she finds herself dragged into their arms, nestling her between them. Blake begins with soft purrs of reassurance “Nothing is ruined” then Joel joins in “Everything just to be a whole lot better for all of us beauty.” Holding her between them and not giving her a chance to leave, drawing her to sit between them.

Joel stroking the back of her neck as he talks, Blake being quiet for the moment and letting him take the lead with their skittish new lady. “Listen Belle, Your still our Executive Assistant…but lets just say Blake and I have some additional things we want to experience outside of work.”

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The Happy Plumber Ch. 01

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I’ve been a professional licensed plumber now for a few years. My name is Bruce. I’m a twenty six year old single guy, living alone in a small cozy apartment in New York City.

New York is a very expensive place to live but I make an incredible salary of almost $150,000 a year. Who would have thought plumbers made this much as I attended college? What a waste of time college was!

I received a Master’s Degree in education and was planning to be a school teacher, then a friend of mine told me what he was making as a plumber.

My response to my buddy was “Fuck this, I’m going to be a plumber too!”

I went back to school for only a year as I had already taken most of the “filler” classes to receive my license as a plumber. I did some research and found there to be a tremendous shortage and need for plumbers in New York City, and the starting pay was unbelievable.

I applied for and got a job as a plumber with a large company in New York, certain to have steady employment and plenty of house calls.

I love making house calls, never knowing what the job will entail or who will be waiting for my services. Every call is unique is so many ways.

I guess most women would say I’m a good looking guy, I try to stay in shape by working out a few times a week. I’m a little over six feet tall, weighing about 180 pounds. I’ve been called tall, dark and handsome by a few ladies but I’m not a cocky kind of guy. I’m fairly easy going and all about business while on the job.

It wasn’t long before my attitude about being all business would change though. I quickly discovered that most of the time I was greeted by women at the door when I made my service calls. It also didn’t take me long to figure out that New York City housed some of the most beautiful, sexiest women on the planet.

I received a service slip to go to an apartment in a section of the city known as SOHO to repair a leaky sink drain. I had only had the job for a few weeks as I was still an innocent professional.

I arrived at the building for my call as rang the doorbell.

“May I help You?” from the intercom came a woman’s voice.

“Yes, my name is Bruce, I’m the plumber here to fix your sink.” I answered.

The door buzzer sounded as she granted my entry to the building. I entered and easily found the apartment as I knocked on the door.

The door opened as a forty something lady greeted me by saying,”Come on in, I’ll show you them problem. I’m Nancy.”

I followed this lady and couldn’t help noticing how damn sexy she was. She was wearing only a house coat but I could tell this lady was built, she had that swagger about her. We walked into the kitchen as she opened the cabinet showing me the dripping pipe, a bucket wedged beneath it collecting the water.

I knew this would be an easy fix, I just needed to get everything out from under the cabinet to give me working room.

Nancy turned, now looking me up and down appearing to check me out. If I hadn’t known better I’d think she might have spent a few too many seconds staring at my crotch.

I couldn’t help but to return the favor as I got my first real look at her as well. She was gorgeous with ample cleavage showing as her robe was held in place by a single belt loosely tied around her bahçelievler escort waist. She made no attempt to tighten the belt and tuck everything back in as my eyes were fixed on her breasts.

Damn, I had to get to work and get these thoughts out of my head. I was getting an erection and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Nancy. I put my tool box down on the floor, opening it to retrieve the few tools I’d need to stop the leak. This should take only a few minutes.

I slid under the sink, on my back after removing the contents of the cabinet and started working on the drain.

I hadn’t been under the sink for more than a minute when I felt my belt buckle being undone.

“What the?” I started to ask as I sat up so fast I bumped my head.

“Please, just continue working. I like to give a little bonus to my handsome helpers,” she said interrupting me before I could finish my sentence.

My belt was unbuckled as she unzipped my jeans, pulling them down to my knees. I was already growing hard as she yanked my underwear down and I felt her hot breath on my now stiff cock.

She ran her tongue the length of my cock to my balls, then wrapped it around my shaft it snaked it’s way back to my cock’s head flicking it with her tongue..

“You have a wonderful cock,” Nancy said seductively as she plunged onto it, taking me deep in her mouth.

I consider my cock to be a little above average at eight inches long but quite thick. I had my eyes fixed on the oral assault taking place on my cock as her tits escaped her rope, her robe being fully open now exposing her naked body. Holy fuck, she had a great body.

She was now slamming my cock into her mouth, taking all of me as she gagged with each plunge she made. She hand both hands around my cock, working it by twisting and stroking as she continued bobbing up and down.

Each time she came down on my cock she continued plunging all the way, taking all of me.

I had no time to react or control my building eruption as she feverishly attacked my cock, not giving me a chance to do anything but lay there and accept this fantastic fucking blowjob. I reached out, massaging her big tits now as they hung and swayed with her movements up and down.

I felt myself swell, contracting to explode in her mouth. I never said a word as she could feel my sperm pushing up the shaft, exploding into her mouth with a blast. I came with such force she gagged as she chocked on my cum as I erupted into her throat. , She was forcing my cock down her throat, holding me as I could feel my cum escape my shaft with such force as I thrust my ass upward.

I could hear her chocking and gagging, refusing to come up for air as she greedily devoured my hot sticky cum. As I enjoyed the final few spasms of my cock deep in her mouth, emptying me of my offering she finally came up for air. She released my cock from her hands and mouth after milking me dry, sitting up licking her lips in content.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened, staring in shock at her with that stupid , just fucked look us guys get after having sex.

“Please get back to work Sir,” she said as she stood and left the room.

Wow, did that just really happen? balgat escort I quickly pulled my pants up, putting everything back in it’s place as I finished the plumbing job.

“Thank you Nancy,” I said as I finished and made my way to the door.

“No,thank you. Please come again,”Nancy said as she opened the door, blowing me a kiss as I left.

As the door shut behind me I only had one thought. Damn, I love this job. I sure hope this happens more than once.

I finished work that day with an entire new outlook on working as a plumber, hoping this wasn’t a one time incident. It didn’t take long before I had my next opportunity on a service call.

A few weeks later I was on my way to another house call, my final one of the day actually being paid overtime for this one. This call was at another apartment building. As the resident buzzed me in I again easily found the apartment.

I knocked on the door as it quickly opened. A gorgeous very young woman, probably no older than twenty one stood before me.

“Come in please, I’m Julie. The problem is our toilet won’t quit running. Follow me I’ll show you,” she said as I followed closely behind.

She did say “our toilet” so I was almost expecting to see another resident appear at any moment. This little woman must have been a model. She was very tall, long hair, thin and walked like she was walking a runway at a fashion show. She wasn’t wearing much either, only a sports bra with tight work out shorts. I must have interrupted her while exercising.

As we entered the bathroom I could already hear the toilet running and knew it only required an adjustment, easy fix. She left me to do my work as I couldn’t help but watch her turn to walk away, she was beautiful. She knew it too as she was also checking me out.

She left the room as I put down my toolbox. It took me about two minutes to repair the toilet and clean up what little mess I’d made. I exited the bathroom, hearing something in the room to the left. The door was closed, partially. I looked around, searching for Julie to give her the bill and escort me out.

I didn’t see her anywhere but kept hearing what sounded like someone was in trouble in that room, moaning for help. The door was slightly ajar as I peeked through the crack. She must have thought I’d be busy a lot longer and I must have interrupted something when I arrived. That’s why she was moist with sweat.

I couldn’t believe my eyes as a very young man, probably about her age was fucking her doggy style on the edge of the bed. He was really pounding her, I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I’m sure he was trying to get off fast before I finished with the plumbing. She still had her top on as he was totally naked.

“Oh my God, he’s at the door!” she almost screamed as she saw me standing there.

I was so embarrassed being caught as I tried to make a quick exit, not waiting to give her the bill.

“Wait, come back here!” she yelled from the bedroom.

I turned and sheepishly walked back to the doorway of the bedroom.

“Me?” I asked. “I’m so sorry that I interrupted something.”

“Fuck it, don’t worry about it. You’re hot and my boyfriend agrees, join us!”

I just stood there batıkent escort and stared not knowing if this was a joke or not as she pulled her top off exposing her small but perfect tits.

“Come here,” she said seductively as she licked her lips.

I moved toward the bed, not knowing what to expect or do next.

Julie reached for my pants,undoing the buckle and zipper in a second.

“Get naked,’ she said

I started taking my clothes off as her boyfriend positioned himself behind her again, grabbing her now naked tits.

“Get on the bed,” she said as I was now naked, my cock growing as I watched this guy push his cock into her pussy.

I practically jumped onto the bed as she attacked my cock with her hands and mouth, grabbing my cock with both hands and hungrily shoving it into in her mouth. My cock quickly reacted and came to attention as her hot, moist mouth worked up and down as she was being fucked from behind.

She was now taking most of me into her mouth, all she could as she was cumming from the hard pounding she was getting from behind. She froze on my cock as she shuttered, cumming on him.

“You fuck me now,” Julie said as her boyfriend withdrew his cock, still rock hard.

I got off the bed and stood behind her as she presented her tight little moist pussy to me. Her boyfriend was now on the bed, Julie hungrily stuffing his moist cock into her mouth.

I pushed the head of my cock in, marveling at how tight she was, she was so young. I pushed as she moaned, arching her back as she received my cock. I slid in, giving her all of me. As I withdrew to push forward she met my push with her own.

“Fuck me hard, I like it hard!” she commanded.

Being the gentleman that I am, I obeyed as I rammed my cock into her tight pussy. I pushed her forward into her friend’s cock as she gagged not expecting such force. She screamed with pleasure as I was now trying to hurt that pussy, Pounding her as hard and fast as I could. I felt myself about to erupt as she could feel my shaft swell.

“Cum in my pussy,” she commanded, temporarily removing her friend’s cock from her mouth.

Just as I tensed to erupt inside her I heard her friend grunting and growing as well. I knew he was cumming in her mouth. That’s all I could handle as my first blast splashed in her pussy.

I heard her choke as I knew he had just started to shoot his losd into her mouth. His ass pushed forward as he shoved his cock deep, holding her head as he came. She took her mouth off his cock, sticky cum dripping from her mouth as she had his shaft gripped with both hands. She jerked his cock up and down as he shot his cum onto her face and in her hair.

My cock was erupting in her pussy as she continued pumping and licking her friend’s cum from his cock. I growled as I continued shooting load after load deep inside her, then I pulled out and continued cumming on her ass and back as I stroked my cock dry. I was covering her with my cum as well, watching my hot cum run down the cheeks of her ass.

As I had emptied everything I had into and on her I collapsed on her as she shook, still quivering from this dual fuck.

She turned and grabbed my cock, licking her juices from it. She then looked into my eyes and said, “Thank you, we set you up for that. You were hot and we both wanted you to join us. Thank you for living out a fantasy we had with you.”

“Any time,” I said as I dressed and left, completely shocked again at the good times I was enjoying as perks of being a plumber.

As I left the apartment I couldn’t help thinking that I was so happy I changed professions. I love my job!

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The House Next Door

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It was hot and I sat down to cool off for a few minutes, as I selected the new task in the garden. We bought the old house as an empty nest cottage. It was in pretty good shape although the back and front yards were over grown and weedy. The neighborhood was quiet. We faced a wildlife preserve in front. We had a side street on one side that separated us from neighbors and the back was enclosed by a high brick wall. The wall was completely covered with ivy which I did not like.

Our only neighbor on the side away from the street was a single lady of about our age. She had been welcoming and friendly but was not nosy or pushy. My wife seemed to like her and they had a cup of coffee together several times during the first month we were in the house. No one could see into our back yard but that neighbor from her second floor, and we were the only ones who could see a part of her back yard. There was a nice pool and garden in her yard which I admired very much.

After I finish the big jug of cool water my wife brought me, we talked about stripping the ivy off the wall. She wanted to trim it back first before we decided to peel it back to the brick. As hot as the day was I began to see the wisdom of that choice. I got to work trimming and had gone about half way down the wall trimming and manicuring the greenery to a smooth regular surface when I made a discovery. There appeared to have been a door in the wall.

I pulled the ivy vines apart enough to see into the opening. There was a sturdy wooden gate still in place. I told my wife about it and walked next door to ask the neighbor if she knew about it. Since I had been working in just shorts and shoes I slipped on a cotton knit shirt to make my visit.

Eileen, our neighbor, came to the door in a shirt like mine but longer, so it formed a mini-skirt length dress. It hid nothing of her marvelously female figure. I did enjoy the sight, and I resolved to discover doors in walls more often. She invited me in, and we walked through the cool dark of her house to the back door. She led the way to the wall which was covered on her side, too, with ivy that had climbed over from one side or the other and taken root. I poked at it until I found the aperture where the door was and pulled the vines aside, so she could see the hidden door. As she moved closer to the wall she placed a hand on my back and slid by just touching me with her breasts. It was like an electric shock. Keeping my composure was tough.

After she had a good look she turned around and looked up at me. She was standing very close but not touching me. “Call your wife to come over and let’s talk about what we should do before you start to do all that hard work.”

When Susan joined us, the two chattered like school girls about the “Secret Door”. While they were doing that I probed around with my shovel and scraped away the accumulation of leaf mould and sticks that blocked the gate. When I had scraped it clear I found the latch and gave a mighty tug. The door gave and opened just a bit, so I went back to our side and did the same thing. I added a bit of oil to the latch and hinges and it came loose. One big squeak, quickly silenced with some more oil, and it opened easily.

Susan beşevler escort told me they had decided to leave it a secret door for the time being. I was to trim the vines that covered it just like the rest of the wall on both sides and then leave it alone.

Back at work, I stripped back down and finished our side then moved to Eileen’s side to trim her ivy. In about an hour or so it was finished, and I sat down to admire my handy work and cool off. Eileen came out and invited me to take a dip in her pool and said she would be right back. I said I’d go get my suit and she laughed. “You do not need one here, House Rules.” You can swim in your work shorts or your suit or nothing as you prefer. “Jump in. I’ll be right back with some refreshments for us.”

I jumped in wearing my work shorts and felt the cool water sooth and cleanse my skin. One lap and I was in the shallow end bobbing around when she came back. She had a tray with a bottle of good wine in ice with some glasses and finger snacks. She announced that Susan would be here in a minute as she jumped in beside me. As she surfaced the light cotton knit clung to her form and left nothing at all to my imagination. She swam over and took my arm and pulled me closer to her so that her full breast was against my bicep. “Come, jump out and pour all three of us a glass of wine”. I poured the glasses and Susan appeared silently from the ivy. She had an impish smile on her face and seemed to be laughing at something, probably me.

We finished the first glass pretty quickly and I poured us all another. The two women had maneuvered me into the corner closest to the wine bottle and insisted that I do the honors each time they wanted a bit more. They were so close to me that their breasts touched me. At the third glass, Eileen remarked that her cotton shirt was getting heavy, so she put down her glass and in a wink had pulled it over her head and was completely naked. “Come on, Susan, be a sport, House Rules. No suits after twilight.” Susan looked just a trifle uneasy but pulled off her top and the bottom followed quickly. Eileen moved beside her and put her arm around her. You are quite beautiful, Susan. Has this brute of a man who is violating the rules ever told you that?” “He does some times,” she answered “But he has to obey the rules here. Tom, take them off.”

I did not know for sure what was happening, but I liked the general course of things, so I pulled off my shorts and pitched them on the pool deck. When I had tossed my shorts on to the poolside, Susan asked Eileen, “Has he been a good boy so far?’

“I am sorry to say that he has”

“Then we will have to punish him for that. He certainly should have been a very bad boy if you wanted him to.”

“Come here, Tom,” Susan commanded. She led me to the pool steps and sat down she bent me over her lap and spanked me with three hard slaps on my bare bottom. Eileen followed us and joined in with her own spanks.

“Poor, Tom. We have been cruel to him. Now he will have to spank us to make it fair.

I could really enjoy that so I readily stood up and traded places with Susan. I made her pull her knees büyükesat escort up under my thighs as she lay across my lap. Her breasts hung against my left thigh. In this position the lips of her pussy were exposed and my slaps on her round firm ass also touched her labes. She whimpered as I gave her three hard slaps. I was about to stop when Eileen stepped up and gave her three more.

“Eileen cooed and stroked her hair and said, “Poor girl did it hurt you? Let me kiss it and make it well.” She got close to Susan’s ass and dragged her belly and her tits down in a soft caress until her face was right at Susan’s crack Eileen licked and kissed up and down the crack until Susan was moaning with pleasure and I could feel her wetness on my thigh. When she was down at Susan’s pussy, I gently pushed my finger into Susan’s asshole.

“Oh, yes! Finger my asshole. Suck my pussy. Oh, yes! Oh, it feels so good!” In just a moment Susan was wracked by a hard, panting orgasm and her pussy juice flowed out into Eileen’s mouth and down her chin onto my leg.

When Susan had caught her breath, Eileen made her surrender her place in my lap. I expected her to lie down across my knees as Susan had done, but she saw my hard erect cock and instead she threw one leg over my legs and sat down facing me with my cock between us. She began to thrust her pelvis onto my hardness and rub her clit up to its head and back down to my balls.

Susan knelt behind her and pressed her finger onto Eileen’s rectum. She repeatedly wet her finger with her spit and worked it until it slid into the pink opening. As soon as the finger was inserted, Eileen rose up and moving forward captured my hard cock with her pussy lips. As soon as she had maneuvered it into proper entry position, she began to bounce up and down along my shiny shaft. Her tits swayed and bounced so much I had a hard time catching a nipple to suck. Susan reached around with her free hand and took control of one boob while I sucked the other. Keeping her finger hard up Eileen’s ass she slipped her head between us and began to devour one swollen nipple while I slurped the sweetness of the other. In moments, Eileen arched her back so that I had to release her breast and support her as her whole lower body tensed for the oncoming explosion. Her vagina grabbed my cock in an iron grip that pulsed and milked me until I exploded at the same instant that she flung herself backwards and then forward to bite my shoulder her pulsing gushing orgasm squirting my lap full of her sweet juice.

After a few minutes of spent, heavy breathing she stood and let my softening member slip out of her pussy. Susan immediately licked Eileen’s juice and my cum off of it

I turned to get a glass of wine and when I turned back I saw Eileen was kissing Susan. I watched as the long kiss ended and they asked me for their wine glasses. They turned back to each other and pressed their bodies together in a full embrace and kiss. It lasted a long time. As I watched my body stirred with the erotic sight of their embrace and the sexual energy that surrounded me. After a few more kisses they turned to me and opened their embrace. çankaya escort They each reached out and pulled me into their arms. Hands caressed me and I caressed them both with mine, gentle strokes on backs and necks, kisses on necks and breasts, hands that explored my body and theirs. My hand would encounter Eileen’s or Susan’s. A caress or brief grip would pass and move on to explore all of the secret places so hidden and so desirable.

Eileen took Susan’s hand and mine and led us up the steps out of the pool. We walked dripping to a large double chaise lounge. She lay down on the cushions and pulled Susan to her. I watched as they embraced and Susan slowly kissed and licked Eileen’s face and neck and breasts. She took each roseate nipple in her lips, tonguing it, nibbling and sucking. When they were rock hard she moved downward until her face was over the shining opening to Eileen’s secret person. As she licked and sucked the hard clit I took the full breasts and imitated Susan’s treatment of each nipple using both my mouth and fingers. Eileen moaned and tensed again and again with passion she stroked my hair with one hand and touched Susan’s with the other. Susan’s busy tongue and fingers brought her to orgasm again and again until she lay gasping for breath. She smiled up at me and said “Go to Susan.”

Susan was still on her knees with her tongue licking up the sweet juice of passion from Eileen. I took her cheeks in both hands and gently separated them. I ran my tongue from her labia to the end of her crack paying special attention to her clitoris and to her rectum. She caught her breath and pushed back against my face. I continued my tongue work and got busy with my fingers searching out the places she responded to. Her G spot and her rectum were the most sensitive points. Eileen joined me by sliding down under Susan who was still on all fours and sucking her nipples as they swung enticingly over her face. This gave me a chance to taste Eileen’s sweetness too.

“Copulate me! Now!” Susan grated out between her clenched teeth, as the power of sensation took over her body. I slipped my hardness into her and a finger into her rectum and began to move both in slow gentle rhythm. Her vagina was pouring and squirting wetness and I caught it and rubbed it on her rectum and my penis to enhance the lubrication. My tempo accelerated until I was thrusting into her with all the force I could muster and she moaned and asked for more. When my semen was boiling hot it exploded into her with a force I had never felt before. I pulsed again and again until it was dripping out of her. Eileen moved down and caught it as it streamed out of Susan and with her hands rubbed the excess onto Susan’s belly and her own.

Until we all recovered, we lay together on the chaise with each beauty on a side in my arms. After a few minutes, Eileen poured us more wine. At the end of the glass she poured the remnants over my cock and began to lick it off. It was my turn on the bottom this time.

This time there was no slow love making but hot passionate sex. Eileen sat on my cock and Susan sat on my face. They stayed there being licked and copulated until my juices were dried up, and both pussies had been filled up with hot cum. I dutifully cleaned them up with my tongue and we rested again.

We took a long swim naked together, our bodies touching and passing each other in the silken water. At midnight, Susan and I slipped back through the hidden door leaving promises to return again and again for new and different adventures.

NOT THE END, ONLY THE BEGINNING

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The Glamour Shoot

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JERRY WANTED TO SLAP THE BRAT. He would have, in a Mesopotamian minute, if it had been his kid. But of course it was a client’s “darling angel”, all dressed up in his cowboy outfit for a portrait, but not sitting still on the old moth-eaten saddle. Instead, as Jerry stood there behind the big studio camera, letting out a long, slow, quiet breath between his clenched teeth, the brat was gripping the saddle horn and rocking back and forth, pointing the toy cap pistol everywhere and screeching, “Bang! Bang!” at the top of his lungs.

He was supposed to care if the kid knocked the saddle off the sawhorse, was supposed to help the kid’s harried mother calm him down so Jerry could snap the picture and let mother and brat go on their merry way. Frankly, however, he’d been on his feet for six solid hours snapping portraits of other mothers’ brats, and he’d had enough. He loved photography and portraiture, loved holding a finished portrait in his hand and seeing the delighted eyes of the client as he handed it across the table, but he hated the process in between. Jerry had confessed more than once that portrait photography would be so much more satisfying, if only it weren’t for the people.

Well, enough of the show, he thought, it’s time to take control. Jerry reached over to the prop table beside him where, among the funny hats, artificial flowers, miniature sports gear and giant wooden blocks, lay an aerosol fog horn. He set it on top of the camera and pressed the button.

WHONNNNNK! Just a little blast, really. The brat whipped his face toward the noise, his eyes wide, his mouth a little open. Jerry pushed the shutter button three times before the kid — or the mother — knew what had happened.

“Excellent!” Jerry said, oozing pseudo-sincerity, as he swung the tyke off the saddle and placed him in his mother’s arms. “Thank you! Come back soon!” They both still seemed a little shaken by the sudden noise, and the mother meekly pressed the sitting fee into Jerry’s palm as he guided them out of the makeshift studio in the grocery store’s “conference room”.

Glancing at his appointment calendar, he saw that he had a full fifteen minutes before his next appointment — his last of the day, thank the gods – so he taped his “Back in 5 Min.” sign to the door and ducked out for a smoke. Sitting outside on the concrete bench in the store’s designated smoking area, Jerry contemplated this worthless job and his meager existence.

Working every weekend in a different store of the grocery’s chain. Driving long distances up and down the Texas gulf coast. Setting up and breaking down the “portable” studio (it filled every possible space in his little car) himself. Doing all the paperwork as well as taking all the pictures and dealing with impatient customers — well, he hadn’t signed on for this. Here he was, Jerry Mars, 35 years old, a not-bad-looking guy, friendly, intelligent, and with all his own hair and teeth, working on a commission-only basis for a fly-by-night studio company. No benefits, no bonuses, no fun. And to top it all off, his “boss” was fifteen years younger, a punk kid from Knee Patches, or some other little Texas town, who had never held a job in his life until the studio owner hired him on as sales manager! What had the punk done, sucked the owner’s dick? Jerry mashed the cigarette butt under the sole of his shoe, checked his watch, and slowly wandered through the store to his studio. He still had five minutes left, no need to rush.

Opening the door to the conference room, Jerry heard some giggling on the other side of the blue canvas backdrop. Shit, he thought, some mom is letting her brat fuck with my $6,000.00 camera! Jerry nearly jumped around the backdrop to stop what he thought was juvenile horseplay, but when got to the other side, the harsh words that had been forming in his mouth died before they could be released.

Standing at the prop table, trying on the funny straw hats and fake feather boas, were two of the sexiest women he had ever seen. They didn’t seem to notice Jerry at first, so he stood there taking it all in. Both were Latinas, probably sisters, with shoulder-length black hair, and both were dressed in tight, shin-length jeans that hugged their J-Lo asses, and matching low-cut peasant blouses that just barely restrained their massive round tits! They posed provocatively and giggled and chattered in Spanish, oblivious to the presence of a third party in the room.

Jerry began to feel the first stirring of an erection just at the sight of these women, and was glad he’d worn his baggy slacks to work. His throat was suddenly dry and he coughed a little without thinking.

It must have startled the Latinas, because one of them let out a little shriek. The other turned toward him on her four-inch heels, too quickly, and lost her balance. Jerry stepped in and caught her under the arms, feeling her firm brown melons pressing for a moment against his stomach before he propped her upright.

“I’m so sorry Ankara rus escort to scare you like that,” he said. He felt his face getting hot and his erection getting full-blown. It was a moment or two before he could assume his professional demeanor. He walked away from the women over to the clipboard that held his appointment calendar, and studied it for a few seconds, hoping that he could turn back to them without his cock straining at the pleats in his pants.

“Are you, um, Rodriguez?” he stammered, his back still to them. “Four- fifteen?”

“Yes,” one of the women said. “We’re a little early, is that OK?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, absolutely!” Jerry blathered, finally turning around. “No problem at all! Um, who’s in the picture today?”

The one who had spoken before indicated the other woman with a hand bedecked with gold and diamond rings. “Just my daughter,” she said. “Today’s her eighteenth birthday. One of my gifts to her.” She smiled at the birthday girl with brilliant white teeth; her daughter flashed a matching grin in return.

Jerry was finally getting some of his self-control back. “Daughter? This lovely young lady is your daughter?” he asked. “Why, I would have sworn when I first walked in that you two were sisters!” Corny, he knew, but it sold pictures. Flattery will still get you places, he mused.

And it worked this time, too. The mother lowered her dark eyes demurely and thanked him, while the daughter rolled her eyes ceilingward and said, “Jesus, people are always saying that to us!” She laughed, however, so Jerry knew that she was flattered as much as her mother.

“OK, then, let’s get to work,” he said briskly. “Mrs. Rodriguez? What’s your daughter’s name?” Keeping Mom involved in every step of the process sold pictures, too — even something as minor as the child’s name, although this was no child any longer.

“She’s Juanita, but we call her Kokita — ‘little lady bug’ — and I’m Ms. Rodriguez,” she stressed, “but you can call me Letty.”

“OK, Letty, thanks. Kokita — may I call you that?”

A brief smile flashed. “Sure,” she said. “I hate the name Juanita.”

There followed the usual procedure: Jerry posing the girl on the platform for a head-and-shoulders shot (but zooming the lens out a bit to capture her dynamic cleavage as well). Then a three-quarter shot with her resting her elbow on a decorative column (asking her to bend slightly at the waist, of course). Then finally, one of her reclining on the platform, resting on one hip and one hand, her legs tucked in slightly. All in all, three very provocative poses, but Jerry was able to maneuver Kokita so subtly, she didn’t realize that he was emphasizing the thrust of her ample breasts with each click of the shutter.

He turned to Letty now, who had been smiling and calling encouragement to her daughter throughout. “You’ve got two poses left,” he said. “Do you want to get into the picture?” More flattery here, but what he wouldn’t give for a poster-size print of these two hanging in his bathroom!

“By myself?” she asked. Jerry could tell that she’d been thinking about it already. She cocked one round hip to the side and put her hands on her hips as she considered it, a pose that made the sloping tops of her tits ripple and swing slightly as she moved.

“Well, I was thinking that we could do one with the two of you, and then the last pose of you by yourself. Give yourself a gift today, too,” he added, when she looked hesitant.

“C’mon, Mom,” Kokita said. “It’ll be fun. This guy really knows his stuff.” Jerry turned to her and smiled. She smiled back, but did her eyes wander down to his crotch? Jesus, he was gonna lose his cool.

Letty stepped closer to the platform. “Will you help me up?” she asked Jerry, holding out her slim, ring-covered hand. He was happy to oblige.

Jerry quickly posed mother and daughter seated on the platform facing each other, then told them to turn just their inside shoulders toward the camera and lean their outstretched outside arms on the platform. In his camera viewfinder Jerry thought he saw something akin to the Alps or the Himalayas. What a breathtaking sight! He fired off six frames in succession while fixated on his viewfinder, then took a deep breath and faced them again.

He wiped some sweat from his forehead with his palm and wiped it on the leg of his pants. “OK, great. Kokita, let me help you down, and then we’re going to do your mom.” Oh, Jesus. Had he really said that? “Um, I mean, I’m gonna do — I’m gonna shoot your mom’s picture.” The younger woman took his hand and stepped down with a knowing smile. Jerry looked pleadingly at Letty, hoping that she hadn’t taken his words the wrong way. Her cheeks were a little flushed, but she was holding his gaze steadily. He clamped his lips shut and decided that any further attempts at explanation would just fuck everything up. He plunged ahead with the pose.

“Letty, I want you to roll over onto ankara ucuz escort your stomach, facing the camera, and prop your elbows up, crossing your arms in front of you.” He was thinking, but not saying, that this pose would really show off her tits to maximum effect.

Letty followed his instructions without question, but when she got on her stomach, she grunted a little as she got into the position he suggested.

“Are you OK?” Jerry asked.

“Just fine,” she said, then lowered her voice. “It’s just these things,” she explained, indicating her boobs. “Sometimes I think there’s too much up here.”

Jerry lowered his voice as well, answering, “If you don’t mind my saying so, Letty, there’s no such thing as too much.”

She flushed again but kept his eyes as she replied, quietly, “No, I don’t mind a bit.”

He turned from her without a word and walked straight to his camera, thinking that his now completely rigid Johnson could serve admirably as a fourth leg for the tripod. He picked up the shutter release cable and turned back to her, and noticed that her eyes had, like her daughter’s before, drifted down to his crotch. She licked her lips slightly, then tilted her head to the side and smiled into the lens. Jerry, dumbstruck, fired off about a dozen frames before he realized what he was doing.

The shoot over, Jerry was all business again, for the moment. He collected the sitting fee, made sure that he had the correct personal information for the company files (including the phone number, which he would jot down for his own files the minute they were gone), and thanked them again for coming in. Kokita gave him one more smile, then turned to her mother.

“Mommy, I’ll be in cosmetics if you need me, OK?” Not waiting for an answer, she turned on her stiletto heel and walked through the door.

Jerry watched her leave, then looked down at her mother. “Um, lovely girl you’ve got there, Letty,” he said.

“Do you live here?” she asked.

“No, I’m from Corpus Christi,” he said, “just here for the weekend.”

“Where are you staying?” She moved a little step closer to him.

“Um, there’s this little motel down the highway. Budget Inn, or Economy, something like that.” Where was she going with these questions?

“Would you like to come to Kokita’s birthday party tonight? It’ll just be a few friends and family members. Unless you already have plans?”

“Plans? Me? No, not at all!” Jerry blurted. “In fact, you were my last appointment for the day, and I was just going straight to the motel after picking up some fast food. I’d love to come, um, to her party.”

It was arranged in the next few minutes that Letty would drive over to Jerry’s motel later, and he could follow her in his car to their home.

“It’s very difficult to find the house if you don’t know the town,” she explained. She giggled. “I know people who live here who have trouble!”

“Should I bring a gift? Does she need anything special? I mean, I don’t want to come to the party empty-handed.”

She waved that suggestion away. “No, you’ll be fine just as you are. See you in a little while!” she said breezily, and walked out with a definite strut, her sweet round ass and clicking heels seeming to twitch in time with Jerry’s heart.

*** JERRY’S MOTEL WAS ONLY A FEW MINUTES AWAY FROM THE GROCERY STORE, but he made it back to his room in about 45 seconds, running red lights and breaking several laws and speed records. He stripped quickly and hit the shower, rubbing his cheeks and contemplating whether or not to shave. He was OK there, he decided. He didn’t want to waste any time being ready for Letty when she came to pick him up. He also contemplated whether or not to whack off in the shower, because the mere memory of those four glorious boobs had gotten him hard again. Nope, no time. Don’t waste it, he thought. But then doubt set in. Who am I kidding? What makes me think that I’m gonna get anywhere with either one of them? They were just being nice, inviting a guy from out of town over for a piece of cake and some ice cream. His erection wilted a little at the thought.

He was just turning off the water when he heard a soft knocking at the outside door. Shit! Was Letty here already? Wrapping the thin motel towel around his waist, he opened the door a crack and peeked out, not at Letty, as he’d expected, but Kokita!

“Uh, hi,” he said through the crack, “I’m not quite ready. I thought your mother was coming over to get me — “

Jerry didn’t get a chance to finish the thought before the girl was pushing past him and into the small, sparsely furnished room. “Well,” she spat, “that bitch and I had a fight, and the party is officially canceled.” Kokita looked around her at the little bed, the rickety chair, and the tiny TV bolted to the wall. “What a fuckin’ dump,” she said. “Hey, where are you, dude?”

He emerged partially — his head and ankara yabancı escort one shoulder – from behind the still-open door. “I was just getting out of the shower,” he said sheepishly. “The party’s canceled? I’m sorry, sorry about the fight, too. Umm,” he stammered, “is it possible you could — I’d like to get — well, you know.”

Kokita walked over to the door and swung it shut forcefully, but the door was a little warped and didn’t latch. Now fully exposed to the young Latina, Jerry tried to pull the cheap terry cloth tighter around his middle, as if the fabric would provide some kind of protection. She stepped in close, pressed her full, ripe breasts against his damp skin. Jerry looked down and saw her chest heaving, straining against the fabric of the peasant blouse she still wore from earlier that day.

“I saw you looking at me and my mom,” she breathed, her almost black eyes flashing. “I know what you were thinking while you were posing us. The truth was written all over your crotch. Are you some kind of pervert, peeking down girls’ blouses?”

“No! Not at all!” Jerry protested. “I’m sorry if I offended either one of you! Please, I just thought that you were both so beautiful, so exciting, and I got a little aroused – “

“A little aroused? Dude, you were straining at the zipper the whole time! I couldn’t help but notice it.” The girl paused a moment, as if in thought. “Does that make me some kind of pervert, looking at guys’ crotches?”

“You? A pervert? No, not at all!”

“Do you think I’m a good girl?”

“Yes.”

“A very good girl?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Then give me my fucking birthday present,” she said, whipped off his towel, sank to her knees and engulfed his raging hard-on with her soft, wet mouth. Her lips and tongue were fierce and hot, rolling around his throbbing knob and deep throating him with more experience than he’d imagined from an 18-year-old girl. The sensation was amazing. Jerry dug his fingers into Kokita’s hair and leaned back against the wall to keep from falling.

Suddenly she pulled away, stood up and tore off the peasant blouse. She was wearing a strapless bra underneath with a front center clasp. “You’ve been looking at the tops of these long enough,” she suggested. “Do you want to see the rest of them?”

“Yes!”

“Then come over here and wish me a happy birthday.”

Jerry didn’t even bother with the clasp. He pulled the cups of the bra down and lifted one heavy, round boob in each hand. The nipples were hard and puckered with excitement, long as toggle switches. The aureole were dark and as big around as campaign buttons. He stood there admiringly for a brief moment, then buried his face between them. He licked up her cleavage, around one breast, then another. He squeezed them softly, then with more force. She moaned appreciatively.

He sucked her left nipple into his eager mouth, chewing on the firm brown meat, causing Kokita to inhale sharply and mash his face into her breast. Jerry held his breath as long as he could, then pulled away and did the same to her right nipple. He pulled away again, then pushed the girl down on his bed. He bent to tug her tight jeans off over that beautiful ass. Almost as fantastic to see as her breasts was that high, round rump!

He almost shot his load when he saw her completely naked for the first time. How could a girl with such big tits have such a slim body? She had meat on her, sure, but there didn’t seem to be an ounce of wasted flesh anywhere. Her tummy was flat, her legs smooth and finely muscled.

Joining her on the bed, Jerry and Kokita kissed furiously for several minutes, allowing their hands to roam over each other’s bodies as their tongues wrestled together. Kokita gripped Jerry’s boner and beat him off while his middle finger sought purchase on her very tight, sopping pussy. He diddled her clit with his thumb as he stroked her clam and brought her to a screaming orgasm, then he rolled her onto all fours.

“Hang your breasts over my face,” he told her. She propped herself on one arm and guided one of her boobs into his mouth. Jerry sucked on it for what seemed like hours, taking as much of it into his mouth as he could until his jaw started to ache, all the while squeezing the soft, firm flesh with both hands. He released the nipple with a loud pop and went for the other one with a gusto to rival the first. When he was satisfied with that job, Jerry wriggled down the bed until his face was directly under that tight little Latina pussy. Gripping an ass cheek firmly with each hand, he pulled her down to his mouth and tasted her dripping juices for the first time. Damn! She smelled good and tasted good. He munched, licked, slurped and prodded her cunt with his mouth and tongue, making her buck so hard that he felt her heavy boobs hitting the top of his head. She came again, even louder than when he had used his fingers.

Jerry was far from finished, though. He had to know what that sweet clam felt like wrapped around his cock. He rolled her over and spread her legs, preparing to impale her with his blood-engorged member. Kokita reached out a hand and grabbed it, Jerry thought, to help him guide it in.

“Wait,” she said, breathlessly. There was a little panic in her eyes.

“Wait? Wait for what?” he asked, incredulous. “What’s the matter?”

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The Ghost of Mary Stevens

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Against the better advice of their friends, Kevin and Rachel had entered into a workplace romance that became a flourishing relationship. The romance then turned into an even more successful working relationship—their marriage coincided with their first of what would be several successful docu-reality series. Their work was a rare success: commercially popular, but critically celebrated and strangely high-brow. To their friends, family, and the world, Kevin and Rachel had it all.

And they looked the part too. Kevin with a slight musculature and defined jaw, close cut salt-and-pepper hair and a soft tan. He was California cool with an east coast pedigree; a businessman’s acumen with a surfer’s body. Rachel had a naughty librarian vibe: heavy black frames adorned her face, but everything else about her said boardroom dom. She was tall and wore heels, dressed in sleek wrap dresses that showed off her long, thin neck like Nefertiti and peach-like breasts, and a gorgeous slim frame, defined by long legs. She was stunning in everyway: women wanted to be with her, men wanted to be with her. But she had a certain quality that made her not at all intimidating. Just amazing.

Kevin, raised in Santa Monica, and Rachel, a product of New England boarding schools, had world views that suited their upbringing: he was proudly open, Rachel sought a real order to things. So when he introduced the idea of a threesome or even an open relationship, she promptly shot it down. Despite co-habitating and working together, Kevin and Rachel were so busy running their production company, they seldom saw one another. The long days and tired nights made the lack of sex fine to a certain point. That was until Kevin, bored with his success and self-satisfied with his good looks, took it upon himself to begin an affair with a younger associate producer, Lydia Carmichael. This carried on quietly for a good year before Rachel caught on to the affair.

They tried to keep it quiet as best they could; run the business and discretely file for divorce, figuring out a way to keep what they had built without destroying it, or getting rid of all their successful television series and the jobs that provided. It was important to Rachel especially to enjoy some semblance of sanity, to prove that despite the unrestrained ego and libido of her husband, she could still have it all in Hollywood. And that’s why she made a deal: he would keep his stake in the company, but cease all day-to-day activities. They would tell their closest friends and employees when it was all said and done. They just had to make it through one last production shoot first.

Rachel had zero interest in the project: it was something Kevin’s mistress had brought to them, a haunted house documentary. She could get on board with the actual history of the house, but it seemed to be a shallow plea for the assistant producer to build her CV, not to actually add something to the world. But because she wasn’t willing to soil the name of her brand, Rachel had agreed to go on the shoot to keep it up to task: this meant one night with her ex, his mistress, and a single camera operator. In a haunted house, on Halloween. A night of true horror that no supernatural encounter could top.

Fortunately for Rachel, the camera operator was an old friend and someone who had taken her side in all of these events. She would at least have Alex to rely on in this horror.

+++

30 October

10 a.m. — Final Pre-Shoot Meeting

“So this handout has a quick refresher,” Lydia told the group as she handed them the schedule for the next day’s shoot. “Jerome Stevens built the house on the outskirts of Los Angeles in 1907 and filled it with several children. But ten years later, all of the family members except his wife suddenly disappeared and it has been the subject of lore ever since, many believe it to be haunted. That’s what we’re after tomorrow. We’ve got all of the archival evidence that suggests his wife, Catherine Stevens, killed the whole family as a protest of motherhood.”

“So Lydia,” Alex piped in. “How exactly do we record a haunting. This whole genre is built on cheap effects and vases flying across the room. But we all know that’s fake.”

“Look, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I grew up in this neighbourhood. In tenth grade, my friends and I spent Halloween night in there and it has stayedd with me since. It is the most terrifying night of my life. This documentary is why I got into the business. It’s a real passion project.”

“Can someone reminded me how we funded this shoot,” Rachel asked.

“Private backer,” Lydia replied.

Alex’s phone beeped again. From Rachel: “Must mean her parents.”

Alex snickered. She caught Lydia and Kevin’s glaring eye.

“I know there is a lot that has happened between all of us, but I think we can make this into a really great product,” Kevin said. “The material is so, so strong, and I really believe in us all.”

Lydia’s phone buzzed. It was from Kevin. “Can’t wait til this is over and we can ulus escort have our own celebration.” Eggplant emoji.

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30 October

10 p.m.

Rachel got home about the time she normally did.

She didn’t have much time for herself in her marriage and had no idea how she was going to have another relationship with her job. But she also didn’t think she needed a man when she was married to her job. But she was going to make it through tomorrow, and tonight, she had wine and would do the work to get ready for the shoot.

Fortunately, she had modestly luxurious Hollywood Hills home, replete with mid-century modern furniture to retreat to. After the long day at work, Rachel came home to pour herself a voluminous glass of pinot noir that would surely take the edge off. She slipped out of her white slip DVF dress into her lacy bra and panties and slid onto the Alvar Aalto day bed she had wanted since she learned about mid-century design. This was a sign of her success. It was only soiled by the fact that she was reading production notes for a project she desperately did not want to work on. But being in your underwear with red wine on expensive furniture: that was the sign of adulthood.

Her phone rang as she took a first look at the notes. It was Alex.

“Do you understand the nature of the haunting?” Alex asked on the other line.

“It’s something about a murderous wife, forced to submit to a woman’s role. Rape revenge type thing. There’s a feminist edge, right?”

“Umm, you need to see what’s in these notes. She clearly did not give you the right pitch.”

“I’m just sitting down to look at it,” Rachel replied.

“The gist is much more complicated them some feminist subplot. Jerome Stevens, the homeowner, had an affair with a younger woman. But the wife, Mary Stevens, she was the one believed to have been pulling the strings of his business—the brains. He wanted to disgrace her somehow but knew he needed her so moved his mistress into the home and forced Millie to live with the affair, knowing she needed him to be the face of their business.”

“What an asshole,” Rachel mumbled. “Men.”

“I hear you,” Alex said—a not thinly veiled statement of lesbian misandry. “But that’s not the end of it. The mistress began to torment Mary, make demands of her. It was a giant mockery basically. She could never have the man she wanted, so she had to torment his wife. The children caught on quickly and eventually the mistress became pregnant, which through everything into chaos. Mary became sick of everything and demanded the mistress sent away, and Jerome refused. He threatened to take everything away from Mary.”

“So is Lydia just making a fool out of me?” Rachel asked.

“I’m telling you, there’s more. This isn’t in the package she sent, it’s online.” Alex said. “Eventually, Mary gets sick of it and goes into a rage and poisons all of them.”

“But if they were upper class, how would she have gotten into the kitchen, they must have had servants, right?”

“That’s the thing,” Alex said. “Mary had renounced men entirely and her children, disgusted by their father, and begun an affair with the housekeeper. It was torrid. There’s all this lesbian fan fiction online about ripping through Victorian clothes to find Mary’s gorgeous pale breasts and pert nipples, and the ravishing cunnilingus she gave the housemaid, as if her pussy was the best meal she could ever be served. It’s really hot.”

“So it’s a lesbian triumph?” Rachel asked, feeling a little bit of energy in her underpants for the first time in a while.

“Well, not quite. You see, the thing is, all of the children died and Mary was convicted of murder. But no one knows what happened to Jerome and the mistress. Their bodies weren’t found. And some people think they knew Mary was going to poison them, so they faked things, and while the two women were celebrating the mass killing, Jerome escaped and reported her to the police and entered proto-witness protection. You see, Mary has become a lesbian cult figure of injustice. It’s a tale of a man-snatching bitch winning. Patriarchy triumphs.”

“But I also think Lydia is trying to get you. She’s trying to say the mistress wins.”

“What a cunt,” Rachel said. She took a big gulp of her red wine. “Well thanks Al. I’m glad to know what we’re being set up to do. I feel like that bitch is going to try to kill me tomorrow now.”

“I just wanted you to know. Get some sleep, okay. We’ll get through this together. You’ve got a mean dyke on your side.”

Rachel hung up her phone and took another swig of her wine. She felt a little buzzed from all this, amped up but also loopy from wine on an empty stomach. She didn’t really know what to do with all of this anxious energy she had, and certainly she couldn’t fall asleep after this, but a thought struck her. It was the thing that ended her crying after learning of the affair, a gift from Alex.

Rachel peeled herself off the yenimahalle escort couch in an elegant gesture, and strutted through her home on full display, her soft skin and long legs, her buxom breasts perky in her bra, toward her bedroom. She hadn’t used it in a while, but when she opened the drawer, she saw exactly what she wanted, and there it was: her rabbit.

“This will be a good outlet for all of my energy,” she whispered to herself with a smile and a feeling of excitement between her legs. Rachel lied down on her bed and clicked her vibrator on. Just at its sound she felt herself get wet and knew this was going to be a good decision that would knock her right now and make for a more relaxed tomorrow.

She was right about one thing.

+++

31 October

4 p.m.

“You look well-rested,” Alex, camera slung over her should, said to Rachel as she exited her BMW coup into the bright sun.

“It wasn’t such a bad night,” Rachel said with a wink. “It’s so hot and sunny. How the hell are we going to some kind of spooky vibe here tonight?”

“Maybe the project will be a total dud and never see the light of day. That would be a good way to take revenge on Lydia,” Alex said, smirking.

“Wouldn’t it though? Too bad I can’t afford for it to flop.”

The two women turned around to face the house. For something that had been abandoned for close to a century, it was in remarkably good shape. Derelict yes, but strong Victorian bones. If they had been on the east coast, an autumn crisp would give it the requisite spooky horror. But the nearby well kept homes and the beaming late October sun rendered this more a Hollywood effect out of context than a proper haunted house. It was more akin to seeing the Bates Motel on the Universal backlot tour than the effect of seeing the house on film. Though a domed turret in a Queen Anne Tower house always bore some signs of horror.

“I really don’t know about this, Alex. I really don’t.”

With that, a group of tweens sped by on their skateboards, decked out in bloody makeup, and the one towing the tail of the group nearly hit the two women.

“Hey!” they shouted.

“What the hell are you two doing here! Don’t you know that place is haunted and Halloween is the fuckin’ night to be there!”

“We know. We’re making a documentary about it,” Alex said. “And we’ve got permits too.”

“No city permit is gonna help you in there,” the kid sassed back. “My brother tried to spend the night in there last night and he ran out screaming by nine o’clock, said some dyke ghost tried to cut off his cock. He hasn’t been on a date in years, says he feels all this shame toward women.”

“That’s probably just his awakening to the dangers of rape culture,” Rachel said with a smirk.

“No way, ma’am. My brother is gay and dates a transman. All they do is talk about the violence of the patriarchy,” he said. “He said this ghost would go after anyone.”

“Come on, is there really a murderous ghost in their?”

“Hell yes, woman. Two years ago Tina Jones and Carter Ford tried to spend the night in there and they both had to a therapy camp after the things they saw. She was supposed to go to Harvard but she’s still processing her feelings from it. Shit changes you in there. But proceed at your own risk,” he said with a shrug, skating away.

Rachel turned to Alex. “Do you really think we’re getting set up to be murdered or something? Kevin is going to take over the company?”

“Speak of the devil,” Alex replied, seeing the traitorous lovers pull up to the curb in their Land Rover. They stepped out of the car together, glowing from the pleasure of a fresh romance.

Rachel couldn’t help but notice how happy Kevin looked. He was always handsome in a sort of young George Clooney by way of Yale way, but those Clooney looks meant he was going to age even better. That bitch Lydia was going to get his best years. Maybe even his best sperm. And the way he smiled with her, the relaxed posture he took, Rachel hadn’t seen that in years. He had been so buttoned up around her. But with Lydia, he failed to button up his polo shirts, his wisps of chest hair poked through. His shoulders looked broader, more muscular, his body was tanner, more V-shaped like a soccer player at his peak. And he kept a five o’clock shadow. Forty never looked so good.

Alex eyed Lydia. For all of the hate she harboured for this woman, she had to admit that she was beautiful in that Cosmo girl way. Casual jeans, a blouse, no make-up, free-flowing shoulder length blonde hair. Not a wrinkle in sight. A relaxed California beauty. And bold, going to work without a bra and a see-through white blouse, especially on an all-night shoot. Maybe naïve more than bold. But the way the sun hit her and revealed her breasts, that was something Alex could sign on for. The way the gently sloped down and back up into her luscious Hershey’s kiss nipples was scintillating. But this was work, and Lydia was a home wrecker. Tit fantasies would have to wait for at-home masturbation.

“Glad you could join us,” Rachel gruffed.

“Sorry we’re late,” Kevin replied. “Lydia wanted to pick up some supplies.”

She gestured to two canvas grocery bags in Kevin’s hands. “Salt she said. Some other essentials in case things get really dangerous in there.”

“What do you mean, dangerous?” Alex queried. “I don’t think our insurance rider covers supernatural activity. This is all a hoax isn’t it.”

Alex peered in the bag.

“Besides. Don’t you know salt is to protect from witches, not ghosts.”

“What about ghost witches,” Lydia said.

The others, even Kevin, stared at her blankly.

“Honey,” he said. “I can only indulge so much.”

“Look, I know I’m the junior person here, but I know what I saw when I was a teenager. And I know the lore. I grew up two blocks from here. People had their lives ruined by spending the night in this house. You all read my primer. No one knows what we’re dealing with, but my research team suggests actual haunting. The EMF meters are off the charts in this place. Scientists know it, that’s what they won’t go near it.”

“So why did you bring us here then,” Rachel asked.

“Because we are strong and can handle it. It’s good to have a mostly female team anyway. We can stand up to the ghosts, Kevin can bait them,” she replied.

“Alright, let’s get on with it. We’ve only got an hour for coverage with natural light.”

The unlikely group of four trudged their way up the cement walkway into the rickety Victorian, Alex just lagging behind to get footage of the dramatic entry.

“Alright, flashlights for everyone. Keep your headsets on, stay with each other. This will be great.” Lydia said. “Alex, get the entry. This is essential. And keep the camera on me.”

Alex focused the camera onto the door, and Lydia popped in the frame with a look of glee. “This is it!” She turned her back and turned the door handle, pushing the grand Victorian double doors open to reveal a vast interior. An intricate arts and crafts-style staircase rain up the side of the foyer, stairs missing every few steps, and ornate mouldings laying in ruin across the ceiling beams. It was apparent this was once a grand house, but time and disaster had laid waste to the home. Beer cans and condom wrappers were strewn across the floor, all variety of misogynist ghost graffiti lined the wall, and the traces of once fine furnishings were hollowed out by years of disuse or neglect. Vermin had made this their home.

Kevin, Lydia and Rachel all proceeded into the space, casting their flashlights on the mess before them while Alex shone the light from her camera onto the ruins of a house.

“What a dump,” Alex said.

“Oh hush,” Lydia interjected. “Focus on me and let’s get this intro done while the light is still going outside. We can then tour around and start capturing the spooky stuff.”

Alex brought Lydia into the frame of the camera again, and Kevin and Rachel walked away, knowing they did not need to hear this schpiel. This of course meant that they were walking around a derelict house together, which was a situation neither of them had interest in. But it was better than facing a haunting alone. They peeled into the parlour, casting lights on the wreckage of teenage delinquents who had played haunted house here for decades before them.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but she did do a lot of research on this. It is an interesting story. A feminist story even, and Lydia did her research,” Kevin piped in, cutting through the tense silence. “Mary Stevens deserves to be known as a businesswoman and a wronged convict.”

Rachel shot him a glare. She knew the whole story. “Look, this is just a task for me. I’m sure she did due to the research, but I’m just not certain why I’m third-wheeling your Halloween horror date. I’ll do the work and get out.”

Kevin withheld any further commentary and began to inspect a wall of leftover books. He knew when he shouldn’t talk.

Rachel kept her eyes peeled on a collection of family photographs. It was almost a Freudian pull, recognizing the thing her career and her marriage to Kevin would never manifest.

“It is amazing though, that they would have this collection of photographs so early in the twentieth century. That they would be intact too. I mean, how is the wreckage still here. This is historically significant material.”

Rachel hadn’t realized it, but Lydia and Alex had crept into the room. “It’s such a good point, Rachel,” Lydia said, walking toward her with Alex’s camera focused on her. “The Stevens ran the first and largest photographic studio on the West Coast. That’s the source of their fortune, but as images these have a special quality, so lovingly framed and developed.”

Alex’s camera glided around the remaining framed images, some on the floor, some still hung on the wall. Her eye caught one photograph of two women, in a broken frame, sitting on the floor. “Is that Mary and the housemaid.”

Lydia squealed with glee. “This is amazing. Look at it. It must be!” She picked up the photograph to inspect it, and Rachel and Kevin took her. “Look at them. It’s so unusual to see a smile. Maybe we can catch her on a good night.”

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