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Looking around her kitchen in disgust, Kendra seethed at her husband. The kitchen pipes leaked, and the overhead ceiling fans didn’t work. The bathroom wasn’t much better – the faucet had been leaking for more than a year. And outside the house, several things needed to be painted, the gutters needed to be cleaned, and a retaining wall was crumbling apart. Having grown up with a Father who was handy around the house, Kendra was used to having a man in her life who knew how to fix stuff and was proactive about taking care of things that needed to be repaired.

But Kendra’s husband, Ed, was much different. He was a computer geek who spent all of his free time playing video games. He was a smart, caring man, but he wasn’t very handy with household repairs, despite her pleas for him to get these things taken care of.

“Screw it,” she thought to herself, “I don’t care what it costs, I am going to hire a handyman to get this house in shape – I’m sick of being surrounded by so many problems.”

Without knowing where to turn, Kendra turned to Craigslist to search for a handyman. Several listings came up, most with very little information about the person who was for hire and numerous misspellings and typos. But one ad in particular caught her attention:

“Handyman for Hire – skilled with plumbing, painting, carpentry, electrical work, and landscaping. I’ll do *whatever* you need. Reasonable rates, references available by request.” The ad included not only his name and number, but also a picture.

In many ways, he looked like your typical handyman – the type of guy who has dirt under his fingernails, a grungy baseball cap, stained jeans, a dirty Carhartt jacket, and big shit-kicker steel-toed boots. But he was smiling in the picture. Not just your typical “smile for the camera” smile, but a sensual, seductive smile. Blond hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, and soft, full lips. And that sexy grin.

Curious, Kendra picked up the phone and dialed the number in the ad.

“Hello, Dan speaking.”

“Umm, hi, my name is Kendra, and I was calling about your ad for Handyman work on Craigslist?”

“Oh yeah, sure, what can I do for you?”

“Well, I need a whole bunch of stuff done, would you be able to come over to my house to take a look and give me an estimate?”

Dan took down her name, number, and address, and set up a time to stop by. As she hung the phone up, Kendra couldn’t help but close her eyes and think about the sexy man with the devilish grin and smooth, smiling voice. There was something about a blue-collared man that always got Kendra going – they were usually hard-working, strong, skilled with their hands, and smart when it came to real-world skills – but above all, every blue-collared guy she knew was passionate and knew how to have fun at the end of the workday. To say that she was looking forward to Dan’s visit was an understatement!

***

Kendra didn’t tell her husband about the appointment with the Dan. She knew if she told him, he would force her to cancel on the grounds that it would cost too much and he could do the work himself. Of course, he habitually overestimated his skills at repair work, and he never actually got around to doing it. Some of the things on her “honey-do” list had been there for three years!

The morning she was set to meet with Dan, she found herself getting aroused in the shower when she thought about him. Kendra took her time shaving her legs and pussy, and after her shower, she put on sweet-smelling lotion and put a little extra effort into her hair and make-up. Normally she would lounge around the house in sweatpants, but today she put on a short, loose skirt and low-cut, tight shirt.

She felt silly having feelings of lust for a man she didn’t know and had only spoken to for a few minutes, but she had always had a fantasy about screwing a contractor working in her house. And it wasn’t like her gaming-geek husband ever found time to keep her satisfied in the bedroom, anyway!

Dan arrived at 10am, exactly as scheduled. Opening the door to greet him, she was blinded by his dazzling, sexy smile and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Kendra reached out to shake his hand and found it was rough and calloused, as expected, but strong and muscular, as well. His handshake was warm and friendly, and she wondered what it would feel like to have his hands caressing her naked body.

“Stop that!” she thought to herself. “This man is here to do a job!”

“So, where would you like to start?” he asked.

“In the bedroom,” she replied dreamily.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as she quickly realized how that must have sounded. “I have a problem in the bedroom – the track for the closet door is messed up and the door won’t close. That’s probably the easiest thing on my list, can you start there?”

She led him down to the bedroom and he took a look at the door, jotting some notes down in his notebook. “Ok, got it, what else?” he asked.

Kendra led Dan room by room, pointing out each of the gaziosmanpaşa escort bayan items that needed to be repaired or replaced, as he made notes of the amount of work he expected each item to take and what kinds of materials he might need. Once he had finished the tour and completed his notes, he turned to her, “The good news is that none of these things are a big deal – the materials will add up a bit, but most of the work is pretty simple so the labor charges will be reasonable.”

“Oh, that’s good,” she said, feeling relieved.

“If you want, I can take care of some of the smaller items while I’m here, then set up another time to come back for some of the other tasks that need materials. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, that would be great!” she agreed emphatically.

Dan went out to his truck and came back with his toolbox and some basic supplies. He first started with the bedroom closet door. As he worked, Kendra laid on the bed, putting her bare legs on display, pretending to read a magazine while he worked. She secretly stole peeks at him when she didn’t think he was paying attention, and more than once, found her hand absentmindedly fondling her own breast as she fantasized about what this man must be like in bed – putting those big, strong hands on her tits. Fortunately, Dan was so wrapped up in the work that he didn’t notice what she was doing.

The door was a quick repair, then he moved on to the leaky kitchen pipe. As he settled himself on his knees under her sink, she grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down on the stool under her kitchen counter. Sitting there innocently. Staring at his ass. Facing him and parting her legs ever so slightly so that if he looked over from his position under the sink, he might catch a glimpse of her bare pussy.

Beads of sweat dripped from Dan’s forehead as he worked diligently on her sink. She appreciated his deep focus and dedication – it was obvious that this was a man who knew what he was doing and took pride in work, ensuring he took the time to do the job right. Kendra was lost in her thoughts of admiration and lust for this man who had the perfect package of looks, skills, and smarts – but she was starting to worry that maybe he wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to have fun, since he didn’t seem to even notice her, despite her less-than-subtle sexual signals.

Withdrawing himself from under the sink and wiping his brow, Dan looked over to his toolbox to grab a different wrench and noticed those long, sexy legs mere feet away from him, spread enough to tease him with what’s beneath that skirt. She pretended to be lost in her magazine and cup of coffee, but he knew it was all a ploy – he’d been in this situation before. This was a chick who was looking for more than just a few household repairs – and he was the Handyman who happily took care of *whatever* needed attention, including the neglected libido of a middle-aged bored wife. “Leave No Customer Unsatisfied” had always been Dan’s motto.

Kendra looked over the top of her magazine and caught him looking at her. He realized he’d been busted but he didn’t care – a woman like that wants to be seen – so he looked her in the eyes just a little too long as he let a devilish grin spread across his face before winking at her and turning his attention back to the sink. Her stomach did flip-flops and her heart raced in anticipation of what might lay ahead, once the repairs were complete.

With just a few more turns of the wrench, the leaky sink had been fixed. Dan put his tools back into the toolbox, wiped up the spilled water on the floor, and strutted over to where Kendra was sitting, not even attempting to hide the bulge in his pants. She turned on her stool to face him, with her loose skirt barely covering her pussy, as Dan said in a smooth, sexy voice, “Well, the rest of the work is going to need materials. There’s only one more task that I can take care of while I’m here.”

“OK – what’s that?”, she replied with a sultry smile.

Dan looked her over, from the top of her head to the tip of her polished toe, letting his gaze intentionally linger on her chest and bare tanned thighs, before bringing his eyes back up to meet hers. He stepped closer and she instinctively spread her legs open for him as he approached, until he was standing between her knees. Looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer, her pretty pink tongue darted out from between her lips seductively, teasing him.

Dan set his hand on her upper thigh as he leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “The only thing that’s left…,” he paused to let her mind wander, “is to set up a time when I can stop by to work on the gutters.” As he began to withdraw his lips from near her ear, he let the scruff on the side of his face scrape against her cheek before turning to feather the lightest kiss on the side of her jaw, making Kendra shudder.

With her heart racing and her eyes closed, Kendra could hardly catch her breath esenler escort bayan as she stuttered out, “How-how b-bout Friday afternoon?”

“Sure thing. See ya then, darlin’.” As he withdrew his hand from the top of her thigh, he slid it down between her legs, letting the back of his hand brush lightly against the inner part of her other thigh.

Sucking in a deep breath before sharply exhaling, she opened her eyes to see him walking out of her kitchen, toolbox in hand. “See ya, Dan!”, she called out as he lifted a hand to wave without looking back or saying a word.

***

Kendra stayed home from her office job on Friday morning so she could await Handyman Dan’s visit. In her lustful forgetfulness during his last visit, she forgot to set up a specific time with him – just “Friday afternoon”. By most people’s standards, that would mean 12pm or later, so she figured she had a couple of hours to straighten up the house and primp before his visit.

But the gorgeous day was calling out to her. The house was fairly clean, and she loved taking advantage of the quiet solitude during the day to work on her full-body tan when her husband was at work and the kids were at school. After all, she couldn’t exactly lay out in her back yard in the nude when kids were running around playing on the weekends!

So Kendra mixed up a margarita, covered herself with Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil, and threw on some music. Wearing only a thin, white swim cover-up, she went out to the patio and positioned her reclining deck chair in the sunniest spot. Stripping her robe off, she set it beside the recliner and laid down on her back to enjoy the rays.

The late morning sun felt spectacular on her skin. There was nothing quite like being warmed by the sun on a perfect, cloud-free day. And there was a particularly erotic sensation when the rays touched parts of her body that were normally kept covered.

Kendra was so absorbed in the moment, and lost in the music, that she didn’t hear Dan’s truck pull up in front of the house – nor did she hear him ringing the doorbell. Dan saw her car parked inside the garage, so he knew she was home but was becoming concerned about why she didn’t answer. Curiously, he started to walk around the side of the house when he began to faintly hear music playing from the back yard.

Turning the corner, his breath caught in his throat when he spotted her laying on her chair in the buff. All he could do was stare, trying to decide whether he should leave and come back later, or call out to her at the risk of causing her embarrassment. But damn – he couldn’t take his eyes off those tits, or the complete lack of tan lines on her body, or her smooth, hairless pussy!

Thinking back to how she was flirting with him the other day, Dan decided Kendra was probably a girl who wanted to be seen. After all, why would she risk getting caught by laying out here naked when she knew he was coming over? Toolbox in hand, he strode over to her with a confident swagger, “Mornin’, darlin’.”

Kendra shrieked in surprise and instinctively grabbed her cover-up and haphazardly threw it on top of her to provide some coverage. “Dan! I didn’t think you were coming until this afternoon!”

“Well I finished my last job a little early,” he said calmly, with a smug grin. “So I figured I would get started on the gutters today, if you want, although it looks to me like you might have something else that needs more immediate attention.”

Confused and still a little surprised, she looked up at him, “What? What do you mean?”

“Well,” he paused, “you look like you’re getting a little too much sun on your front.” He waved his hands over her body and pointed to her breasts. “You’ve got some sensitive spots there, you don’t want ’em burned. You need to flip over to even out the tan on your back…”, he paused, “and you need someone to put lotion on your back.”

Laughing, she said, “I guess you’re right – would you mind?”

“It would be my pleasure,” he said, emphasizing the word “pleasure”.

Trying to keep herself covered, Kendra flipped over and propped herself up on her elbows, positioning her book “50 Shades of Grey” beneath her to read. Dan grabbed the oil from the table beside her recliner and knelt down beside her.

Carefully, he moved her long, brunette locks out of the way, poured some oil in his hands, and began to massage her shoulders. Kendra moaned at his touch. “You have such big, strong hands,” she purred erotically. He moved down to her shoulder blades, then over to her upper arms, ensuring she was covered and that the oil had been rubbed in. He moved his hands smoothly over Kendra’s skin, using long, slow strokes, enjoying the feel of her soft, silky skin beneath his fingertips.

When Dan reached her lower back, he avoiding touching her ass, even though it was luscious and tempting so close to his face. He massaged the oil into her back and sides, then moved his hands down to her bayrampaşa escort bayan upper thighs. He slid his hands all over the backs of her legs, using the heel of his palm to apply firm pressure along the smooth muscles of her legs.

“I can’t let your cute little ass get burned by the sun,” he said teasingly as she read her book. Dan put a generous squirt of oil on her cheeks and began to rub. He kneaded her ass and massaged it with his strong hands, varying the amount of pressure he used on her. He could see her back rise and fall rapidly as she breathed more heavily, becoming aroused at his touch.

Sliding his fingers down Kendra’s spine and between her cheeks, plunging lower to where he could almost touch her cheerio, she parted her legs slightly for him, allowing him better access. Dan’s already-hard cock twitched in excitement as his fingers slid down to the upper part of her inner thighs.

Dan got up and sat between Kendra’s spread legs. He put one hand on the back of each knee and slowly slid his hands up the back of her thighs until his hands were cupping the bottom of her cheeks. He continued to slide his hands up and over, squeezing a handful of cheek in each palm before sliding his hands back down to the bottom of her cheeks, where he pulled his hands apart, revealing her juicy, bare pussy. Kendra gasped at his teasing touch.

He continued this pattern several times, from the back of her knees up to her lower back then coming back down. Each time he slid down, he slid his fingers a little closer to her luscious pussy lips and ass, spreading her apart a little further, tempting her and driving her wild. Kendra was practically panting with lust, and Dan could only stare at the dark depths of her pink pussy, glistening with wetness in the sun.

Dan couldn’t resist any longer, he had to get his fingers on her hot spots. He set his oiled hands on the backs of her knees and applied firm pressure with the heel of his palm to slowly slide his hands up the length of her thigh, then up over the mountain of her ass, where he moved his hands to the the base of her spine. Keeping his left palm pressing firmly on the middle of her lower back, he slid his right hand down through the crease until his middle finger was over her asshole, and he pressed lightly. Dan heard Kendra suck her breath in sharply and hold it.

He lightened the pressure, then slid his hand down further, using two fingers to play with her pussy. He slid those two fingers down around the outside, then slid just the tips inside her and spread her apart gently. Kendra moaned at the sensation, and Dan slid his fingers further into her velvety folds, which were soaked with arousal.

With his index and middle fingers inside Kendra, Dan’s thumb was positioned to reach down to her clit, which he gently rubbed and massaged. Her body wiggled ever so slightly as she grinded herself against him, relishing the feeling of his rough, calloused hands stimulating her.

Dan slid his left hand down to the bottom of her cheek and used it pull her pussy further apart so his left thumb could stroke and flick her clit while his right hand was free to explore. His cock was straining against his pants with the excitement of fingering and fondling this girl outside, in the sun, with the risk that her husband could come home at any time. It was turning him on beyond belief. Watching her body buck and hearing her moan in respond to his touch was driving him wild!

Slowly sliding his thick fingers in and out of her pussy while massaging her clit slowly, he could feel her getting soaked with wetness. Once she was sufficiently lubed with her own juices, he began to forcefully finger-fuck her, making her whole body shake. He loved watching her ass jiggle with each thrust.

Dan settled into a rhythm, quickly flicking her clit while rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out of her. Kendra was panting with excitement and as her voice began to rise to a near-scream, he could sense she was close. Suddenly, her body was shuddering and shaking as she came hard in his hands, squirting juices out of her that flowed onto the recliner. Once he sense she had reached her peak, he slowed his motions to bring her down off her high, continuing to gently stroke and caress her sensitive nerve endings.

He watched her breathing begin to slow as she regained her composure. He wanted so badly to rip his pants off and fuck her like a banshee, but he wasn’t sure if it was too soon, and he didn’t want to risk upsetting her so that he wouldn’t be able to come back again in the future. After all, in a service-oriented business, it was all about satisfying the customer!

“Now that I’ve taken care of THAT problem, it’s time for me to get to work,” he breathed into her ear.

Dazed, Kendra laid there watching as Dan walked away innocently, as if he hadn’t just been touching her most private places, bringing her exquisite pleasure. She laid there for a moment wondering what he was planning, still in shock over the incredible orgasm that she had just had at the hands of Handyman Dan. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was packing in his pants – but she hoped she would soon find out!

Kendra could hear random clanging and other noises from around the front of the house, getting closer, when Dan rounded the corner with an extension ladder. “Thought I’d get started on clearing out those gutters,” he said.

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The Birthday Card

Two people, wronged by those they loved, take part in an act of revenge, with an unexpected consequence.

This is a standalone story, written in the first person, in which, for the most part, neither character speaks. I’ve posted it under Erotic Coupling, but, like many other stories, it spills over into other genres, including, in this instance; Anal Sex, and Romance. There is also some humour, buried in the twist at the end.

If you don’t like it, tell me. If you do, please also tell your friends.

…

The knock on my door, came with an air of surprise that failed to move my lacklustre mood. When I answered, I couldn’t find the interest to ask why Carol was here, outside of the fact it was my birthday and in her hand she held a card.

I hadn’t seen Carol in more than a year. Not since my slut of a wife, had run off with her toad of a husband. The fact the two women had been best friends, wasn’t my problem.

When Carol didn’t offer the card, I figured she wanted to come in, so I stood to one side. The unspoken gesture was taken up, and she dashed past into the house. I attributed her haste, more to the fact it was bitterly cold outside, than any eagerness she might have to see me.

I closed the door, and remained there for a moment, still holding onto the handle. It gave me a chance to think what was behind this unexpected visit. It wasn’t as if Carol and I, knew each other. She, and her rich douche of a husband, had moved in different circles. Her friendship with my now ex-wife, merely a hold over from their youth, and hadn’t, at least before today, been extended to include me.

Having come up with nothing that made any sense, I figured I’d go get the answer, and followed her into the sitting room.

Carol’s discarded coat lay over the back of my sofa. She, herself, stood between that and my log fire, which, as far as I knew, was the only source of warmth in the room. Carol turned her gaze to me, but was yet to utter a single word. I couldn’t take issue with that, as neither had I.

I stepped around the couch, and stopped a couple of feet away. We were lit only by the flames from the fire, as I had allowed it to get dark outside, and hadn’t been arsed to turn on the light, still wasn’t. Even in the flickering light from the fire, and despite the flawless make-up, there was no denying she was attractive.

She had dressed in a pale, well fitted blouse, a dark, just above the knee, pencil skirt that cinched to her waist, black stockings, and four inch heels. All very smart, but then, when you have money, smart is just everyday. Had she been wearing jeans, a thick jumper, and stout boots, all of which made more sense in weather like this, I’d have been more impressed.

Carol drew a deep breath. I couldn’t fail but to notice the swell it caused beneath the expensive silk of her blouse, and spoke of what it concealed. A hand raised from her side, and offered the envelope it held. She presented it flat, so as to display her perfectly manicured fingers, tipped with blood red nails, who’s mirror finish caught the flicker of the firelight.

Despite my pause in taking the envelope, she held the pose until I did. I took an even longer pause to examine her expression for some sort of motive behind her visit, and found none, beyond a hint of nervousness in her eyes. Maybe the card itself would furnish an answer? If not, then I guessed we were done.

With one eye on Carol, I slid my thumb under the flap and tore open the envelope. As I drew the everyday card from its paper confines, she remained expressionless. On the front, it said, ‘Happy Birthday’, and had a random smattering of cartoon fireworks and streamers, on a white, semi gloss background. It couldn’t have been more ordinary and indistinct, so if she was expecting me to be pleased, or grateful in any way, she was mistaken. And yet she remained, statuesque and blank.

I flipped the card open, and folded it back on itself to more easily read the inside. It was one of those, ‘Blank for your own words’, affairs, that I never send, because it meant making an effort to write something personal and witty. Not that she’d followed through on that point, her exquisite script just said, ‘Happy Birthday, Jake’. There was no solitary ‘X’, that most would consider an obligatory norm, nor did it bare her name.

Puzzled, I closed the card, looked it over, then reopened it. Carol had made this card the focus of her visit, therefore, it must have greater significance than I had yet established. It was then that I noticed, in the top left corner of what was the inside of the front cover, a folded down post note. It’s pale yellowness having failed to stand out against the white of the card, due to the yellow flames from the fire being the only illumination in the room.

I lifted the edge of the note, which revealed more words in the same hand. The writing was smaller, so I tilted the card to catch more of the firelight. The kartal escort bayan flicker from the flames made the letters dance, and I had to read it more than once, before what it said became clear.

‘I have a gift, that I hope you will accept, but only once you’ve destroyed this note.’

I peeled the note from the card, and read it again. Still none the wiser, but aware of what it demanded, I scrunched it up between my fingers, then flicked it into the flames. There followed a flare up that brightened the room for a moment, and I swear a small smile formed on Carol’s lips.

As the light dimmed back down, Carol made her move. The hand raised itself again, this time to take back the card. She turned to face the fire, and placed the card on the mantle, where it joined three others. One from my parents, another from my sister, and the third, my work colleagues. I had placed them there more out of tradition than celebration. That, and the fact I was a tidy person who felt there was a place for everything, and everything should be in its place.

The distraction the cards created, led me to miss Carol stepping back, to sit in the middle of the sofa. I chose to return to the armchair I had occupied before her arrival. It was positioned to the side of the fire, but faced where she sat.

The silence, we continued to maintain, was joined by stillness, made all the more surreal, as the logs on the fire had started to burn down. Soon, we would be in almost complete darkness, barely aware the other was there.

I contemplated turning on the light, but instead tossed another log onto the fire, and gave the embers a good rake with the poker. The flames grew large again, as they licked at this new source of energy. Sitting back down, I could now see my visitor in the light from the fire, while I sank back into the shadows, where my face remained unseen.

Another deep breath from Carol, repeated the swell of her chest, and caused more movement beneath her blouse. Her smile broadened to show perfect white teeth, then she slipped her hands into a bracing position, either side of where she sat. Sure I was watching, her knees started to part, and my eyes dropped to follow this motion. There was little to see at first, but then the darkness between her legs grew bright, as the light from the fire reflected off white thighs, from beyond the top of her black stockings. Her narrow skirt tightened, and progress came to a halt. She slid her hips forward, which caused the skirt to ride up high enough for the show to continue.

As carol’s legs spread further, I tried to make out what kind of underwear she was wearing. Then it became clear, she was not. This revelation completed the task of fully forming my erection, which she may or may not be able to make out, as it tented the front of my pants.

Again the tight skirt forced a halt. This time her hands came into play, and she hitched the hem to her hips, then slid right to the edge of the couch, fully exposing her clean shaved, and perfectly formed, pussy.

Carol held that pose for a moment, before her now freed legs continued to spread, until they were almost one hundred and eighty degrees apart. I watched, enthralled, as the moisture holding her outer lips closed, parted without aid, to reveal soft and rosy pink inner lips, which glistened in the fire light.

In silence, I slid to my knees and crawled towards what was being gifted me. As I neared the prize, my head blocked the light from the fire, and the vision of loveliness vanished. Small price to pay, I thought, as the heat emanating from between her thighs, and the heady scent of a woman aroused, combined to replace the loss.

When my nose made contact with her folds, I drew a deep breath through my nostrils, and my eyes closed to enhance the experience. I pushed forward, to press my lips to hers. It had been a long while since I’d been this close to a woman, and a pre-orgasmic shudder ran through me. Carol’s hands flew to my head, and pulled me closer still. Had it been as long for her?

My tongue slipped from between my lips, used for the first time tonight, yet still not to form words, the absence of which now heightened the excitement I felt. I somehow knew her sweetness would be intoxicating, and the flickering glow of the fire, caught only in my peripheral vision, added to the hypnotic atmosphere.

My osculating lips, triggered a flood of pussy nectar, that only increased my hunger for more. With the tip of my tongue, I explored every delectable crease and fold it could reach.

Every one, that is, except the one her pressing hands and reactive hips tried to steer me to. It mattered not, as Carol broke into a series of shudders that threatened to bruise my lips, as I fought to keep contact, aided by the firm pressure of her hands.

I continued my ministrations, which prolonged her orgasm, and pushed her to peak after peak. Despite this, Carol still fought maltepe escort bayan for control of where my lips went. In the end, I caved, and allowed her to guide me to the one spot that was screaming for attention, her clitoris.

When my lips enveloped the target, I held still, all the better to appreciate the wonder of what was the firmest clit I had ever known. It felt perfect for sucking between lips, and caressing with a tongue. For the sake of thoroughness, I set about doing just that. The rapid panting that then emanated from between Carol’s other lips, seemed to indicate she too felt the union of clit and tongue, to be perfection.

After a while, I sucked her clit deep into my mouth, and flicked my tongue across the tip. It triggered a tsunami from inside her, flooding my face with her cum. To begin with, her hands, which now gripped my hair, held me close. But soon came the point she could stand it no longer, and pulled my face away. Having lost all control, Carol’s hands dropped from my head, and she collapsed against the back of the couch.

Never one to exceed my welcome, and despite my own desire to continue, I let her have her wish. Despite the appearance that she’d got all the attention, while I was left still waiting, Carol could have got up and left with no protest from me. Neither would I have felt short-changed in the encounter, as I had never taken so much pleasure, in satisfying a woman, as I just had with her.

I remained between her legs, but moved my head to one side, allowing the flames to relight the spot that my lips had just vacated. Her heavy breathing matched the throbbing that still coursed through her body, pulsating the object of my gaze. I was captivated by the sheer beauty of it all.

When Carol had recovered enough to regain the use of her legs, I moved back to allow her to stand. Instead, she lay flat on the sofa and lifted one leg onto the back, while leaving the other on the floor in open invitation.

I stood up with some difficulty, my straining erection, and prolonged time on my knees, had conspired to stiffen the muscles in my legs. If Carol found my actions amusing, she didn’t laugh.

Having steadied myself, I began to undo the buttons on my shirt, hoping what little blood remained in my legs, would soon recirculate.

All too soon my task was complete, and I shrugged the shirt off, before folding it flat to be placed on the seat of my now vacant chair. I intended to expend a lot of energy in the coming minutes, and wanted to be free of all constraints. It seemed that Carol, was content to stay fully dressed, including her heels, and just watched as I prepared for round two.

The buckle on my belt was next, and having released it, I pulled the narrow strip of leather clean out through the loops with a flourish. There was a flicker of fear in her eyes for a moment, but she didn’t flinch.

I found Carol’s response interesting, in that it confirmed to me this was all some twisted act of revenge, to get the bragging rights over her former friend, in the, ‘Who had fucked who’s husband the best,’ stakes. Her leaving now, would not give truth to that brag.

I knew then, in return for the fact her husband had been so unsatisfied, he’d had the energy and inclination to screw my wife, that whatever punishment I exacted on Carol’s body, she would take without complaint.

With my face hidden by the backlight coming from the fire, Carol, never saw the smile form on my lips. I unbuttoned, then unzipped my trousers with slow deliberation. In one steady action, I pushed them to the floor, taking my boxer shorts with them. When I straightened back up, my erection, as hard as it had ever been, sprang free. My legs had recovered themselves, and I raised each foot in turn to remove its sock. Stepping clear, I picked up the trousers, shook out the creases, and folded them up. They joined my shirt, before I then did the same, with the socks and boxers.

A look of both fear and anticipation now filled Carol’s face, as I again knelt between her legs, this time on the sofa. The steel rod that was my cock, was directly above her waiting cunt. I steadied myself with my arms above her head, and held my body horizontal, in readiness to plunge into her depth, and jackhammer her into the middle of next week.

That flicker of fear returned, but again she did not move. I could not deny, that a part of me wanted to confirm her belief I would brutalise her as an act of revenge, and maybe she felt somewhat responsible, and wanted to be punished. But that was not who I was, and would never behave that way.

Instead, I lowered my hips until the tip of my cock nestled at the edge of her opening. Despite Carol’s obvious trepidation, she was slick to the touch, and I hovered there, savoring the moment. Under the belief that I was about to pound her, and was just extending the agony, she bit her lip. I continued to penetrate her sopping pendik escort bayan wet pussy, and felt her tremble beneath me. At a steady pace, I let myself sink into her cunt, until our hips met. Still convinced I was yet to release the demon in me, she lay her head to one side, and closed her eyes in total submission. Her vulnerability touched my heart, and spoke volumes of the woman inside her confident exterior.

I withdrew my cock to the point of separation, then sank back into her depths, which moulded themselves around me better than any I had ever felt. The sensation was wonderful, and I was sure she must feel it herself, yet still Carol did not react. I held myself still for several seconds, savoring the velvet touch of her vagina, which caressed every inch of me. My cock twitched in impatience, but I told it to hold steady.

I repeated my slow withdrawal and re-entry several more times, before her face turned back to mine, and she reopened her eyes. To say Carol looked surprised, was an understatement, and, as her smile revealed, she was now enjoying this as much as I.

I wondered if she was aware, had she not taken pleasure from my efforts, I would have been unable to continue.

I picked up the pace, only in as much as the pauses between each rise and thrust, shortened. My slow, gentle gliding, remaining steady. In an embrace of acceptance, Carol’s hands raised to my shoulders, and her stocking clad legs, wrapped themselves around the back of my thighs. When her eyes closed again, it was to absorb the sensation.

Long ago, I had evolved techniques of endurance, driven by my hatred of condoms, and the fear of unplanned pregnancy, as much as the desire to extend my own pleasure, and satisfy my partner. I put that skill to good use, controlling my breathing, and varying the pace, which remained more caring than animalistic.

Even so, I could feel her respond, and several times she reached the very edge, before I eased off the pressure, only to raise it again.

The agony and ecstasy, drove her fingers into my shoulders, in emphasis of the pleasure we were sharing. Soon, her urging spurred me on to increase the pace, until the speed she had at first feared, she more than encouraged.

With no talk of her desired conclusion, and my approaching eruption, I attempted to withdraw. Only to have her slam her legs about my waist, and hold me deep inside her, as her own orgasmic release, thundered through her body.

Any thought that I could hold myself back, vanished, as wave after wave of her contracting vagina, milked my happy cock to fulfillment, depositing its seeds, deep within her womb.

All voluntary movements ceased, as we both revelled in the bliss of pulsations we couldn’t control.

I’m not going to say I stayed hard, but I far from shrank to normal, as just being inside her, had my cock reinflate within minutes.

When I steadied myself to go again, Carol had other ideas, and used her knees to encourage me to withdraw. Again, my own strong beliefs had me comply without protest, and I made to climb off both her and the sofa. However, Carol’s other idea, didn’t include me moving away, and she prevented me from going anywhere, with a firm grip about my neck.

I remained still, my cock poised in midair, and handed control of what happened next over to Carol. I didn’t have long to wait, as she repositioned her legs over my shoulders, before gripping my hardened cock with one hand, and encouraging me back in with the other. Only this time, the point of contact was her ass. As my tip hit her tightness, I held myself back in surprise. But then, confirming that her aim had been true, she urged me on.

Nothing happened at first, other than a steady increase in pressure, but she continued to push against me until the pressure gave way, and the head of my cock popped inside her. At that point she stopped pushing, and so did I. It felt, incredible.

Her lips smiled at me, but her eyes showed the effort she’d spent to get this far. I smiled back, in the hope of reassuring her she was still in control, and would remain so.

Whatever she took from our silent exchange, a minute or so later she renewed her desire to continue. Slowly but surely, I began to sink into the deepest part of her bowel. It occurred to me, that Carol must have prepared herself, should I have wanted to fuck her ass. Now, far from her submitting to my demands, as I think she had anticipated, I was now complying with her desires.

The slickness of the lubrication she had preapplied, was countered by the tightness of her ass. It was not unlike pushing down on the handle of a bicycle pump, to force the last of the air into a high pressure tyre. Progress was made, only as fast as the addition could be accommodated.

I watched Carol’s face for signs of pain, aware that should any arise, it would have a debilitating effect on my erection, and that alone would be enough to kill any desire to continue.

No such expression formed, and when I bottomed out, Carol had the grin of achievement all over her face.

No one had ever sought anal sex from me before, and despite having more than a passing interest, I’d never pushed the notion to the fore. I had concluded her instigation of the act, was due to experience, but now I wasn’t so sure. Was this another first for both of us?

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My vision was the only thing on my mind when I walked into the optometrist’s office for my annual checkup. I was more than overdue for my eye exam, but what I saw as soon as I opened the office door made me take a hard second look. And it wasn’t because my eyes were bad; on the contrary, my vision is near perfect. No, what caused me to stare was the woman standing against the counter.

I saw immediately that she was wearing high heels and her legs were displayed all the way up to where her short skirt ended about four inches above her knees. She had one leg cocked in a half-suggestive way as she put her weight on the counter and wrote something in a medical file. Her well-toned calves gave away her penchant for workouts. Her black skirt was covered by a white, medical smock that reached only to mid-thigh and did nothing to hide a curvaceous butt. I could not see her face, but her auburn brown hair flowed perfectly to her shoulders.

I snapped out of my momentary stupor and walked over to the counter to check in with the receptionist. I was standing right next to the woman and before I could say anything to the receptionist, I smelled her scent, a delightful perfume that somehow seemed to match her persona. She must have felt me looking at her as she stopped writing, glanced up at me, and shifted slightly away from the counter, ostensibly to make room for me. Her perfect facial features were accented by thin, dark-framed glasses that made her blue eyes gleam. Her full, red lips broke into a warm smile and she said, “Good morning!” with a voice that was sexy and soothing at the same time.

“Uh… Hi. I’m Mike and I’m here for my eye appointment,” I stammered as I glanced down at her silky smooth blouse with the top two buttons undone. The sides of her medical smock were pushed to the side by her generous chest. My dirty mind engaged as I envisioned a lace, half-bra straining under its load beneath the blouse. My eyes returned to hers, but not quickly enough as her expression changed and she looked down at the receptionist, indicating that I needed to check in with her. I knew I was busted, but what can I say – I can’t help it if I’m attracted to natural beauty!

I shifted my gaze and checked in with the receptionist, verifying my name, address, date of birth, and insurance coverage. She typed something on a keyboard and the printer behind her fed a sheet of paper through. She reached back for the paper, put it on the counter in front of me and handed me a pen. As she leaned forward, my eyes shifted from her face to look right down her blouse. It, too, was unbuttoned at least two buttons and was covering another large set of tits held up by a low-cut, red bra. The thought that I must be at the entrance to heaven quickly came, and then her voice snapped me back into reality.

“Please sign here, Mike,” she said looking directly at me as my eyes shifted up to her face. I took the pen from her and scribbled my name on the line. “Please have a seat. Melanie will be with you shortly,” she continued as she handed the paper to the woman standing next to me. Melanie took the sheet of paper from the receptionist, glanced up at me and smiled again, and continued her writing.

Awkwardly, I looked around the room for a chair and then sat down so that I was looking straight at Melanie. Her stance seemed to thrust her butt out directly at me, but I convinced myself that it was only me wishing that it was so. Still…

Presently Melanie finished writing, closed the folder, handed it to the receptionist, said something, and turned around. I didn’t have to shift my gaze as I beykent escort bayan had been blatantly staring at her the entire time I was sitting. Her tits shifted as she turned causing small circles to be traced under her silk blouse. It was as if they were yelling to me “Here we are! Look at us! Aren’t we something?!”

I stood up as she walked over to me, extended her right hand, and said “Hi, Mike. I’m Melanie. Come with me and we’ll begin your exam.” I shook her hand. It was warm with just the right amount of firmness. She stepped to one side and motioned me toward a hallway. “Right this way. Second door on the right.”

I went down the hall and turned into the second open door on the right. It was a typical vision examining room. The big chair for the patient, a wheeled stool for the Dr., some big apparatus hanging down from the ceiling at the side of the big chair, and a counter filled with stuff along the wall. The window shades were drawn shut and the soft carpeting muffled any sounds. I did notice something different about this room, though. A full size, leather sofa was against the wall opposite from the exam position. I stopped in the middle of the room. Melanie closed the door firmly, reached over, and dimed the lighting.

“Please sit down, Mike,” she directed. “And we’ll get started with some paperwork.”

I sat down in the big chair and she sat down on the stool and turned on a light above the counter. She hooked the heel of one shoe on the stool rail about a foot off the floor. This caused her skirt to slide up exposing more of her legs. Even in the dim lighting I could see her legs as they seemed to spread apart automatically. I had to force my eyes up as she began to ask questions about my vision history and general health.

My file was on the counter and as she made notes on it, she would swivel on the stool with her legs almost under the counter, then back toward me. Each time she turned, it seemed as if her skirt rode up a little higher. Finally, with all the preliminary questions asked and answered, she put her pen down and turned the stool back toward me. I could swear her skirt was halfway up her thighs. She turned off the counter lamp and suddenly the room was darkened. The only light in the room was that leaking through the closed blinds and the l-e-d on/off indicators on the instruments.

“O.K. Let’s see if you can read these letters,” she said as she turned on the projector to display the eye chart on the opposite wall. “Read the top line, Mike.”

“O.K. F-U-C-K-M-E.” I think I said what was on my mind.

“Ah… That’s not all correct. Why don’t you try the second line?”

“O.K., let’s see. B-I-G-T-I-T-S,” I said advancing my fantasy somewhat surreptitiously.

“Hmmmm… Those aren’t correct either. Let’s try this one,” she replied as she dialed another eye chart apparently unaware of my intentional mistakes.

“Oh, that’s better,” I said deciding that I would follow the protocol. “L-D-R-P-C-M.”

“Good,” she followed, relieved that I could read the 20/50 line correctly. “Now this line,” she said as she highlighted another set of letters.

“W-O-Y-F-G-K,” I answered correctly.

“Excellent. That’s 20/20 which is what we expected. Now I’m going to check for any abnormalities.” She scooted the stool directly in front of me with my legs between her legs. “Just a little closer,” she said as she reached up for the handle of an instrument that she pulled down in front of my face. She moved the stool closer and I could feel the inside of her legs contact my incirli escort bayan knees. I moved my knees apart slightly. She didn’t move her legs, but continued to position the instrument. I reached my right hand up and touched her arm.

“Oh, excuse me,” I said pretending it was inadvertent.

“Oh, that’s O.K.” she said.

She had both her hands up on either side of the instrument making adjustments. I could tell she was less than an arm’s length away from me.

I reached out with both hands and placed them inside her medical smock. Before she could say anything, I promptly moved my hands up and lightly grasped each of her tits.

“Excuse me,” was her response.

“Oh, that’s O.K., Melanie. You’re a professional. Just continue with the exam.”

“Will you please remove your hands?” she asked, intending for me to take my hands off her tits.

However, I had other plans. I squeezed her tits harder.

I felt her upper body slump slightly and thought I heard a faint moan.

“Mike, please…” she began to plead.

“Melanie,” I interrupted. “Continue with the exam,” I replied with a firm voice as I squeezed her tits.

“I… Uh… I don’t know if I can…”

“Sure you can,” I encouraged her. “You were adjusting this instrument.” I began to gently, but firmly, knead her tits. This time I definitely heard her moan. She squirmed slightly under my hands. I took that as a good sign.

“Go ahead. Continue the exam,” I instructed. “Move closer.”

“Uh…”

I felt her legs spread apart as she moved the stool closer to the big chair. My knees were now pushing against the upper part of the inside of her legs. I could almost see her legs spread wide and her skirt bunched up just above her pussy.

“Mike, I can’t seem… Oh, god…”

I was pinching her nipples through her blouse and bra. With one hand I began to unbutton her blouse.

“Melanie,” I reassured her. “Continue on. Tell me what you are doing.”

Her blouse was undone down to the top of her skirt. I pulled her blouse out from her skirt, spread it apart outside her tits, and began to massage her tits from outside her bra.

“I’m… Uh… It’s… A… I don’t remem-“

“Melanie. Lean forward.” I gave her no alternative.

She leaned forward. I reached behind her and popped the clasp on her bra. I moved my hands to the front under her bra and began to assault her tits.

“Oh, god,” she uttered as she pushed her chest forward into my hands.

“Melanie. Move the instrument out of the way.”

She moved it aside. I looked down and saw her legs were indeed spread wide and her skirt was bunched up at the top of her legs. I put the first two fingers of my left hand into her mouth and moved my right hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her panties. Her eyes were open wide and she was making moaning sounds that vibrated through my fingers. I figured it was now or never. I pushed my fingers apart and stretched her mouth open. I leaned forward until my face was almost touching hers. Her breathing was labored and hot on my face.

“Melanie. Get up and go over to the sofa.”

I pulled my fingers out of her mouth, moved my hand off her pussy, and squeezed her left nipple hard. She groaned, got up, and unsteadily walked over to the sofa. Her tits were pushed out under her loosened bra and her skirt bunched up around her butt. She stopped by the sofa. Without waiting for her to question what was happening, I turned her around so she was facing the sofa and gently pushed her forward. zeytinburnu escort bayan She put her knees on the sofa cushions and rested her forearms on the back of the sofa. I flipped her smock up over her back and pushed her skirt up to her waist. I reached down, pulled her panties down and off over her high heels and pushed her knees apart.

I put two fingers into her pussy. She was sloppy wet. One might think that she hadn’t had sex in her exam room before.

“Mike, I…” she started to say.

I took my fingers out of her cunt, reached around, and put them into her mouth. I put two fingers from my other hand into her cunt and started to finger fuck her mouth and her cunt at the same time.

She moved back into my hand and started groaning with each thrust.

I leaned forward and said “You’re going to finish my exam when we’re done here. You really like this, don’t you?” I started talking nasty to her.

“Uh…”

“You probably fuck all your patients, don’t you?”

“No, I…” She could hardly talk with my fingers in her mouth.

“You probably wish everyone would pinch your tits, don’t you?”

“Ah…”

“You love my hand in your cunt, don’t you?”

“Uh…”

“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to take my fingers out and take my cock out and shove it into your cunt. I don’t want you to move until I’m fucking you. Do you understand, Melanie?”

I took my fingers out and started to unbuckle my belt.

“Mike, you can’t do this! We can’t do this!” she protested weakly.

I slapped her hard on the ass.

“Owwww…!”

My pants were down and my cock was out, hard and straight. I rubbed it up and down her cunt lips. She moaned. I slammed it into her cunt.

“Ohhhhh…!”

I grabbed her hips and started to hammer her cunt. She grunted “Uhh… Uhh…” each time I fucked her full stroke. I reached around and pulled her nipple hard. I pinched it and rolled it in my fingers, all the while fucking her hard.

Her cunt was getting sloppier and every minute or so she would stiffen up, arch her back, and say “Oh, fuck!”

After about five minutes of fucking my eye doctor, I came hard dumping my load deep in her cunt. I rested a bit and pulled out. I pulled my pants up and she was still bent over the sofa.

“Melanie, get yourself presentable. For goodness sakes, put your panties on. Fix your bra. Button your blouse and pull your skirt down. Then get over here and finish my exam.”

She slowly pushed up off the sofa and looked around for her panties. My cum was starting to run out of her cunt and down her legs. She reached down on the floor to get them, put her high heels through the panty legs, and pulled them up. She pushed her skirt down and made some semblance of smoothing it out. Her tits were on display and they rolled with her every movement. She put them into her bra, reached around to clasp it, and readjusted them. She buttoned her blouse and stuffed it into her skirt. While she was doing all this, she would glance over at me sitting in the big chair.

She walked over to where I was sitting.

“Well, that was interesting,” she said. “I hope you don’t think you can just walk in here for an exam and fuck your eye doctor.”

“Why not? Are you mad? Didn’t you like it?”

“It doesn’t matter whether or not I liked it. It wasn’t professional. I could lose my job.”

“I doubt that. You’re a good doctor and a great fucker. Now sit down here so I can play with your tits some more while you finish the exam.”

She sat down on her stool and moved to her position in front of the big chair. I played with her tits through her blouse and bra while she finished the exam.

We walked out to the reception area and Melanie handed my file to the receptionist. “Please schedule Mike for another appointment.” Then she picked up the file for the next patient and walked over to greet her. I looked down into the receptionist’s blouse and made another appointment.

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(Author’s note: all characters in this story are pretty clearly over 18.

While some chapters will stand alone, this one really depends on Chapter 3 to make sense.)

The snow piled up that Saturday, as much as it ever piles up this far South. I measured seven un-drifted inches and knew, particularly as it was the weekend, that I wasn’t going anywhere for a couple of days. Snows like that are rare enough around here that it doesn’t pay to invest in a lot of snow clearing equipment, so we just shut down until the thaw that inevitably comes within a couple of days.

I cleaned the house and worked out a little. I had a pretty serious photography hobby and spend some time editing some photos from a couple of shoots that I’d done for a local band at their latest club show. Beyond that, I generally puttered around and enjoyed the quiet. Sunday was beautiful and snow-covered and I hiked out to the nearby university-owned woods with my camera to capture it.

And I thought about Ramona. There was clearly more to her than our neighbors (myself included) had ever imagined. I was curious, of course — I’m usually a better observer of people than that, although I had never spent much time around her before the previous week. And none inside her (sorry, bad joke). It was pretty damn clear that she hadn’t always been the Suzy Homemaker that she presented to the rest of us and I figured the story there was probably pretty interesting.

True to form, the highs climbed into the 50s on Monday and the 60s on Tuesday and the snow was pretty much gone by Wednesday afternoon. I was back on my normal schedule, even getting out to go for a walk with Joanie on Tuesday. Of course I didn’t mention Ramona’s visit but she did become the topic of conversation again. Joanie made a couple of snarky remarks about her and her husband and I found myself defending Ramona, which drew some puzzled looks from Joanie.

“Hey, I just feel bad for her, okay?” I said. “She’s got enough going on without the neighborhood buzzing about her.”

She did a double-take and started to respond, then apparently thought better of it and changed the subject. We finished our walk with the subject of Ramona apparently forgotten, but after I got home I wondered a little at my reaction. I knew that I had a tendency to get protective of the women in my life, but I didn’t consider her a ‘woman in my life’, did I?

That question was put to the test on Thursday, when I got a call from Ramona asking if we could meet for dinner on Friday. “I really want to talk to you. There are some things that I think you deserve to know about me. And I think maybe I owe you,” she said, the last with a little chuckle.

I thought for a couple of minutes, knowing that this could be a horrible, very bad, no-good mistake. But I’d already admitted to myself that I was intrigued by her. “Tell you what,” I finally said. “I’m supposed to photograph the band that’s playing at The BarNone Friday night. If you want, we can grab some dinner in the neighborhood and then go to the club. I can get an extra backstage pass for you and we can hang out. How does that sound?”

I guess I was testing her. I figured the seemingly conservative neighborhood mom would quickly turn down a night at a rock & roll club and we’d be done, or at least find some other night to meet. That was definitely not the response I got. “You’re shooting The Howsoevers? That would be amazing!” she almost gushed.

Okay, things were getting curiouser and curiouser. It was surprising enough that she would have heard of a fairly obscure band like these guys but for her to know they were playing locally seemed… well, “unexpected” would be a considerable understatement. Nevertheless, I arranged to pick her up at 6:30 the next night figuring we’d grab some dinner at a brewpub near the club before the show. That was a little early but I thought that would give me time to get her home and still make it back to the show if she decided to bail.

I pulled into her driveway right on time and she practically bounced down the steps to the car. It was dark by then of course and still pretty chilly, upper 30s or so, and she was wearing the same overcoat that she’d had on the week before. Jeez, had it really only been a week? I could see what looked like Dr Martens boots under her coat, with thick black leggings covering those long legs. That was certainly a different look than I expected!

We chatted about the snow and, rather pointedly, not much else on the short drive into town. I lucked into a parking space within a block of the restaurant and we walked over, the breeze whipping her coat around her legs. I’ll admit that after the last time I’d seen her wearing it, my imagination was running wild thinking of what she might have on underneath it.

As we walked under a streetlight, I also noticed for the first time that she had dyed her hair platinum blonde and had razor-cut the left side of her head – not shaved but super-short in a punky cut that looked esenyurt escort bayan as interesting and dangerous as I assume she was going for. Definitely no longer a suburban mom look and now I was imagining her vacuuming the house in a studded leather choker rather than pearls.

We were seated pretty quickly, at a booth in a corner which suited me fine since Ramona had “wanted to talk” – that usually implies the need for some privacy. She took her coat off and I reassessed my earlier observation. Instead of tights, she was wearing knee-high black socks, leaving a mile of creamy bare thigh on the way to the black micro-mini leather skirt she was sporting below a 1980’s vintage Betty Boop cropped sweatshirt. She looked young and cool and a little dangerous and I’m guessing every damn person in the pub was sure I was her old dad taking his rebellious daughter out for dinner.

I ordered the brewpub’s pale ale and Ramona picked out a glass of pinot grigio — that at least seemed in keeping with what I was coming to regard as her facade. She winked at the waiter when he carded her and laughed when he looked convinced that it was a fake ID. After we took our first sips of our drinks, she looked at me and said, “I said I wanted to talk, didn’t I? I guess I’d better start.” I took another sip and nodded, now a little hesitant to hear what she might have to say.

“So, I spent most of the last few days with my mom. She’s been taking care of Tina since… since the shit hit the fan, I guess. Or since that shithead hit the road. And… I’ve learned a lot. About my family. About myself. And I felt like you ought to know. Or maybe I just needed someone to talk to.

“I know everybody in the neighborhood thinks I’m some kind of strait-laced, buttoned-up prude. And I get why. But that’s not me. It’s never been me.” She took a deep breath, then took another sip of wine and looked out the window at the cars crawling by. “I was a wild child. I almost flunked out of college from partying. My parents basically forced me to transfer to Liberty University, thinking a good dose of religious education would straighten me out. That’s where I met my shit-for-brains husband.” I snorted at that.

“My folks and Todd’s folks and the people I met at Liberty all convinced me that I needed to be the wife that I guess I look like to y’all. Todd was supposed to be successful and I was supposed to pump out babies for him, of course, and keep the house and all that crap. I thought I could do it. I thought I could play that role. But it didn’t help that Todd’s a fucking idiot,” she said a little more heatedly. She looked around at the other tables and calmed her voice back down.

“His part of the bargain was to make lots of money, but he’s honestly just not very smart. So his career is going nowhere. And on top of that, I find out he’s fucking his secretary but somehow I’m too pure for him to bother with unless it’s to make more babies. Well, fuck that. And then I talked to Mama this week. And found out that she went through the exact same thing with my dad, except for the secretary-fucking part, and she never escaped and I never knew! She was going to clubs and partying and having fun — having a life! – when she got pregnant with me and my grandparents convinced her to marry my dad and ‘settle down’,” she said, making quote-y marks with her fingers.

“I never knew that she regrets going along with them to this day and feels bad about pushing Todd on me. I guess she did it because Daddy convinced her to. But I think there may be a reckoning coming for them too. I think Mama might be about done with that bullshit like I am.

“So anyway, I guess I… I just wanted you to know that I’m not some psycho split-personality freak. Or, hell, maybe that’s exactly what I am. But I’m done with being Miss Priss. That shit’s over. And I’m SO done with Todd.” She raised her glass in my direction and I clinked my pint glass against it, still unsure what she wanted from me.

“Oh, stop looking at me like I’m going to go all psycho bitch wanna-be girlfriend on you or something! I like you, Jim, but you’re too damn old for me,” she winked while taking a big drink. I laughed loudly at that, maybe a little bit out of relief. “I just wanted someone to understand and you have been really nice to me — more than I probably deserved. But, hey, you got fucked by a hot chick for your troubles, right?” she said, a little louder than maybe she should have. But if we were starting to get stares from some of the diners around us, I decided I really didn’t care. I guessed they wouldn’t think I was Dear Old Dad anymore, at any rate, and that did good things to my ego.

Our dinners had arrived while we were talking and we relaxed a little and dug in. We kept talking around the food, but the talk turned more to her parents. It turned out that her mom was pretty much the same age as me and we’d probably been to some of the same shows in the mid 80s, at beylikdüzü escort bayan the Milestone in Charlotte or Ziggy’s in Winston-Salem. I gained a lot of respect for Ramona, thinking about her stepping out of the role she’d agreed to inhabit when her mom had never been able to do that for herself.

“I borrowed the boots and the skirt from her, you know,” she said, raising her leg up to the side to show me – and to rather obviously flash the guys at the table next to us. “She pulled a box of stuff out of the back of the closet that she’d never shown me before. Pictures, clothes, these boots, ticket stubs. She was hot stuff! Made me happy that she’d been such a fun person and really sad that she just… stopped. I can’t… I’m not going back to that crap, Jim. I’m just not.”

The conversation was turning a bit morose, so I took the opportunity to check my watch. Sure enough, it was time to head over to the club so I called for the check to settle up. I gave Ramona one last chance to be driven home before the show but she was having none of it. “Are you kidding me? I still keep up with good music and do you think I’d pass up a chance to see The Howsoevers? Not on your life, mister,” she said. The use of “mister” sent a jolt through me, given the circumstances of the last time she’d called me that, but she didn’t seem to notice.

I grabbed my camera bag and we headed out into the cold and joined the growing crowd headed over to The BarNone. The guys at the door knew me and the owner, JB, was there as well. I introduced Ramona to him and asked if I could get a backstage pass for her. He gave me a little grin and said “of course!”, handing us a couple of lanyards with the appropriate badges to give us the run of the place.

I walked her to the main bar at the back, where Cherie and Ben were working behind the bar. Cherie was an African-American woman in her mid-30s, with an awesome blues voice. She sat in with a number of the local bands that played around and was an accountant for the University during the day. Ben was a tall good-looking guy in his mid-20s. He looked like a stereotypical millennial (short hair, long oiled beard) and was also the owner of a couple of very successful co-working spaces, one in town and the other in Raleigh. I introduced Ramona to both of them, got her a beer and then excused myself for a minute to go talk to the sound and lighting guys.

Jimbo, the house sound guy, was working with the band’s tour manager on the set-up but they also had a lighting guy with them. I spent a few minutes talking shop, getting a breakdown of the general lighting cues he was using and the types of filters and cels and frequencies he had planned so that I had a better idea of how to set up the camera for the best results. Satisfied that I had all I needed, I headed back to the bar.

Ramona was down at the end, leaning over the bar in an intense conversation with Ben when I walked up. They both straightened up as I approached and Ben gave me a big grin and thumbs up behind Ramona’s back as I took her by the hand and we walked towards the stage, weaving our way through the growing crowd.

But she had a different destination in mind, veering off towards the door out to the patio where the smokers hung out. It was cold as hell, particularly after the warmth of the club, and the couple of die-hard smokers that were out there headed in past us as the opening band started to play their first song.

Ramona led me across the patio and around the corner, where the chain link fence that provided security to the club connected with the side wall about 4 feet past the corner. It was completely out of sight of the smoking patio and the only way she would know about it is if Ben had told her.

She shoved me up against the wall and planted a big, deep kiss on me as she fumbled at my belt buckle. She managed to get it undone and unzipped my jeans, yanking them down over my ass. My cock was hardening, despite the cold, and Ramona knelt in front of me, taking me into her warm mouth as I got even harder. She took me deep and then started working me in and out of her mouth with her arms wrapped around my thighs. After three or four minutes, the intense pleasure started to turn to pain as I felt way more teeth than I was comfortable with. I looked down and realized she was shivering like crazy and her teeth were trying to chatter but my dick was in the way.

I eased myself out of her mouth and pulled her up to me, wrapping my arms around her shaking shoulders. “W-w-w-anted to s-s-surprise you. T-t-t-oo cold-d-d!” she said into my ear, her lips freezing against me.

I pulled my jeans up and hustled her back into the now-steaming club to warm her up. I pulled her back behind the stage, flashing our passes at security, and brought her over to the other side of the backstage area where the dressing rooms were. There was a built-in ladder there that I directed her to and nudged her up avcılar escort bayan and yes, I did sneak a few looks up under her skirt as we climbed. I’m only human.

We emerged into a sort of hidden room over the dressing room, with an opening overlooking the stage. Years ago, the old lighting control board had been up there but the lights had since been computerized and the controls incorporated into the sound board. The only thing remaining in the room next to the stage was a rough table knocked together from 2 x 4s and a rickety old stool.

The heat from the club tended to collect up there, which made it unbearable in the summer but damn nice and toasty in the winter. I wrapped my arms around Ramona again, leaning down to briskly rub my hands over the backs of her bare thighs. When she started to feel a little warmer, I turned her around facing away from me and did the same, rubbing the fronts of her thighs vigorously, very much conscious of her cute little ass right in front of me.

Ramona leaned over and gripped the edge of the rough table, which was next to the window over the stage. I continued to rub the fronts of her thighs, but now I knelt behind her and flipped her mini-skirt up out of the way so that I could kiss and nibble on that fantastic butt. She seemed to be warming up, in more ways than one, and I slid her thong down her legs so that she could step out of them.

I moved my hands up to her tight rear end and massaged her buns before gently pulling them apart and contemplating her little brown bud. I started at the top and slowly licked down her ass crack until I was circling her asshole. Continuing to hold her open, I firmly slid my tongue inside her, feeling her resist and then give way with a gasp that I could hear over the opening act below.

She pushed back against me, driving my tongue further inside her anus. She leaned further over, opening herself up to me even more as she went down on one elbow on the table while the other reached down and found her clit. She tightened around my tongue again as she rubbed herself and I started working my tongue in and out of her now well-lubricated asshole. She shuddered and bucked as she came, squeezing my tongue out of her. I just held her until she stopped shaking.

She was still leaning against the table as I unzipped my jeans and lowered them to my knees. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder and gave me a big smile and mouthed “yes” to me. I was hard as a piece of rebar and I lined my cock up and then sank into her pussy with one motion. I stayed there for a good long while, almost lying on top of her as her upper body lay against the table, her tits pressed into the rough wood. I pulled back slowly until just the tip of my dick was left inside before impaling her again as deep as I could go.

I started fucking her then, slamming in and out of her, pushing her forward with every thrust. I realized that anyone on stage looking up would have seen her blonde head appear in the window then disappear rhythmically and it would be pretty obvious what was going on. I also realized that I didn’t give a damn what they thought and clearly neither did Ramona.

Way sooner than I hoped, I felt my balls tighten and my orgasm start to build. Ramona was moaning and growling as I continued to invade her, standing up straighter now so I could watch her fantastic little butt compress with every thrust. I picked up speed a little and finally let go with a spurt of jizz deep in her cunt, followed by five or six more before I slowed down and pulled her ass back towards me, burying my cock in her cunt and holding her there while I stood panting, trying to catch my breath.

She looked back at me over her shoulder again, her blond hair now in disarray and hanging in sweaty strings across her forehead. She slid forward a little and my shrinking dick popped out of her with a squelch that was more felt than heard, given the volume of the opening band. She turned around and gave me a big open-mouthed kiss before we dressed again and checked each other to make sure everything was still in place.

“Ramona, I would love to take you home right now and fuck you until sunrise, but I really do have to take some pictures. Do you mind hanging out while I get to work? I at least need to shoot the first few numbers,” I said in her ear. The opener had finished their short set but the sound guy had put on some thumping dance music during the break and it was still hard to talk and to be heard. “OK, Jim. I want to see those guys anyway!” Ramona shouted at me. “I’ll be down in front of the stage. But don’t be too long!”

I helped her down the ladder and we made our way through the crowd that had gotten refills of their beers and were starting to converge on the stage. There was usually a gap of a few feet between the stage and the crowd when the opener was up but with the headliners coming on stage, the audience would move right up to the edge, almost leaning on the monitors.

I started walking with Ramona towards the bar in the back but she (as usual) had other ideas. She pulled me through the crowd until she was in front of the stage house-left, near where I knew the bass player was set up. I was still beside her when the band walked out and the crowd surged forward as the drummer counted off the opening beat to one of their minor hits from a few years before.

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A trip to the local discount store isn’t exactly one of my favorite things, but I had to be there. I was picking up provisions for tomorrow’s second grade picnic ~ I was in charge of soda, ice, charcoal, and the like. It was warm out for early May and I was wearing denim shorts, a tee shirt, and a pair of orange flip flops. As I flipped through the aisles, I couldn’t help but notice a man following me. I mean, I know it’s pretty common to run into the same person while shopping, but I began to wonder if this one was on purpose.

I stole a look at him as I loaded bottle after bottle of soda into the cart. He was pretty cute, dark brown hair, about 5’6″ with a trim build. He was clad in khaki shorts, a polo shirt, and flip flops, completely relaxed and at ease. He was pretending to study the different varieties of soda and didn’t notice that I caught him checking out how my tee shirt lifted and exposed my lower back when I stood on tiptoe for the last bottle of root beer. He even grinned a little.

I turned away from him and smiled. A cute boy noticed me! How about that?

I checked my watch. It was nearing ten a.m. and I still had lots to do before school ended for the day. I shook off the compliment and headed toward the check out. The lines were long for whatever reason and I stood there, mindlessly looking over the magazine rack when Mr. Cute pulled in behind me.

I glanced back at him, and he smiled at me. I turned away and thought “Oh my gosh!” Taking a deep breath, I noticed the checkout belt was clearing and my turn in line was next. I quickly began piling things up, occasionally dropping one or two item. Cute turned into Helpful then.

“Hey, let me grab that for you.” He said, picking up a cucumber and handing it to me. His voice was a rich Southern drawl and I began to blush.

“Oh gosh, thanks.” I said, reaching over to take it from him. His fingertips brushed mine and I jerked back, knocking candy of the shelf. “Oh no!” I said, quickly turning and bumping magazines off the rack. I stood stock still and covered my face with my hands.

Helpful laughed. “Are you alright?” he said, his voice a soothing tone.

“Just mortified is all.” I said, my voice muffled by my hands. I lowered them and then, with his help, began clearing things up. We didn’t speak a word, but I couldn’t help notice his eyes peeking down my top. So I did what any girl would do. I leaned over further.

“Thank you.” I said as I straightened and walked down to being filling my cart with the items the checker had already bagged.

“My pleasure. You have a good day, now.” Helpful said, smiling at me, his hazel eyes dancing. My stomach did a little flip at his grin and at the expression on his face. Suddenly, it was very warm in the store. I checked out and headed to the car. Only, when I got halkalı escort bayan there, I noticed my husband had left his golf clubs in the trunk. With two car seats in the back seat, there was no way I would be able to get the cooler I had purchased home. What a mess.

I stood there, contemplating what to do, when Helpful walked up behind me. “Everything alright?” he asked, standing closer than a stranger really should. So close, in fact, his arm brushed my shoulder.

“No.” I said, unable to keep the whine out entirely. “I bought this cooler and I don’t have room for it. I don’t think tying it to the roof will work.”

“No, I don’t think that would.” He said with a laugh. “Hi, I’m Scott, by the way. You are … “he held out his hand.

A bit startled I said, “Libby. Nice to meet you.” I gave him my hand and was instantly rewarded with a warm, strong handshake. His hand was soft, but you could tell he’d done plenty of work with them. I caught myself wondering what it would feel like on other parts of my body.

Whoa …. I stopped myself, realizing he was speaking. “….since you live so close, I’d be happy to drop it off for you.” He waited for an answer.

“I’m sorry, what?” I said. Gosh, it was awfully warm out today.

Scott grinned at me again. “You live down the street from me. You’re the yellow house on the end of the cul-de-sac. I’m going right home so I’ll be happy to bring this for you.”

“You would? Oh that’s wonderful!” I said, smiling broadly. In minutes we had all the items loaded and were pulling into my driveway in no time.

As I grabbed bags from the trunk, Scott was getting out of his car. “Really have to thank you for this.” Scott pulled the cooler out and brought it into the garage behind me. “Oh, it’s no problem. I’m happy to help out a girl in need.”

I nudged the door to the house open with my hip. “Helping me and flattering me all in one day. We should become friends.” I said with a smile.

“Oh we definitely should.” Scott said, following me inside and helping me with the rest of the items. When everything was in, I closed the door and headed to the cabinet.

“The least I can do is offer you a drink. Soda, water, tea?”

“Glass of water would be great, thanks.” We took our drinks at the counter, sipping and watching each other but not saying a word.

I put my glass down, so did Scott. Without a word, he reached around and removed the clip from my hair, freeing my auburn locks to fall about my shoulders.

“Why did you do that?” I asked, my voice a whisper.

“I think you look better without it. Makes it easier for this.” And with that, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me.

Surprising myself, I kissed him back, our tongues meeting, his body pinning bahçeşehir escort bayan me to the counter. I softly moaned at the back of my throat as his fingers threaded into the hair at the base of my neck. “You taste good.” He said between kisses. “Just like I thought.”

Then his hands were at the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head. My bra was next, my full tits swaying free, his hands claiming them, teasing my nipples into tighter little buds as his mouth and tongue continued their assault on mine.

All time stopped, and I lost myself in his kiss, in his touch. The rough rasp of his shirt against my bare breasts only made me pull it from his body. His chest was smooth, his nipples drawn hard with excitement. Hair curled below his belly button and into the waist band of his pants. I wanted down there.

I fumbled with his belt buckle, popped the button on his shorts and pulled them down, along with his boxers, in one fast movement. “Oh yes.” He sighed, one hand at the base of my neck as I dropped to my knees before him. His cock was nicely sized and stiffening and I swallowed him as far as I could in one gulp. He gasped above me, moaning, and gently bucked his hips to the rhythm of my sucking. I had him against the counter, his eyes were closed, and he was lost in the movement of my tongue over his silky tip. I jacked him slowly, drawing out his pleasure the best I could. Sipping at his precum, I looked up to find his eyes on me. “Stop, not like this.” He said, and I complied. “Where’s the couch?” he asked. I grabbed his hand and led him to the living room and the big soft sofa.

Once there, he undressed me between kisses, exposing my full figure to his lustful gaze. Propping me against the pillows, he knelt before me and spread my legs back, opening the pink flesh of my pussy like the petals of a flower. My breath was coming faster, my pulse racing, as he dipped his head and began to make love to me with his mouth. I dropped my head back against the pillows, moaning loudly. His tongue worked over the satin skin, his teeth teasing my swelling clit into a hard little button. “Oh, fuck …” I heard myself say, lost in his touch and the sensual moment.

With one hand, he played with the nipple of my right tit. The fingers of his other hand were plunged into the juicy wetness of my pussy, already thrilling at the edge. First one, then two were inside, working the tight little box into an even bigger frenzy.

“Oh yes …. Yes ….” I begged. “Please …. Oh please ….” My moans filled the empty house, rising to the rafters and beyond. As his tongue continued to work my clit, I was unable to think, unable to breath, so desperate I was to cum for him. And then I did.

That sweet, long, throb was followed by başakşehir escort bayan another, and then another, and another still. He withdrew from me after a bit, my whimper of protest answered with a smile. He stood before me, his erection strong and jutting from his body. Without a word, he rolled me onto my tummy and grabbed my full hips firmly. “You are so soft, so warm. You’re driving me crazy here.” He whispered hoarsely as he positioned himself behind me. “What an amazing ass you have.” His hand brushed over it, squeezing the cheek hard enough to make me cry out. He parted my cheeks, then my thighs, his hands constantly touching me. “Oh fuck, I cannot take this anymore.” He said and with one fast thrust he was inside of me. “Oh my …… damn ….. ” he said as my tight little pussy gripped him greedily.

I took a deep breath, adjusting to his size and his depth. He was in snug and after a few beats he started to slowly stroke in and out of me. His thrusts were gentle and not rushed. His hands caressed my back, my hips, and my ass. He spoke softly to me, telling me how good I felt, how he liked fucking me, asking if I liked him fucking me. He brushed the hair off my shoulder, leaned down, and placed kisses all along my shoulders as his cock continued its gentle invasion of my body.

He stroked me like that for a very long time, I held onto the cushion, losing myself in his touch, enjoying the way he used my body for our pleasure. He was slowly building his orgasm and my second wasn’t far behind. With one final kiss to my shoulder, he lifted his body off mine and quickened the pace.

Beautiful pain ripped through my body as his hard cocked thrust through my tight walls. The sound of our passion bounced off the walls, vibrating through the house. It was exquisite and I was going to cum for him again. As I reached my peak, so did he, his hand tangled in my hair, my name on his lips, pulse after pulse of his sticky hot cum coating the inside of my pussy, mixing with my own wetness.

After a moment, he withdrew from my body with a soft sucking noise. I collapsed against the cushions with him alongside. He drew me to him, kissing my forehead and held me, our breathing slowing to normal.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly, placing another kiss at my temple.

“Wonderful, thank you.” I said, turning my face and kissing his lips.

“Ma’am?” Scott asked.

I looked at him funny. “What?” I said, confused.

“You’re up next, ma’am.” He said again.

Then I realized I was still standing in line at the store.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” I said, visibly flustered. I began loading my items on the belt.

“Are you alright? Do you need a drink of water?” he asked. He leaned forward, looking at me carefully.

“No … no. I’m alright. I was just ….. thinking.” I stopped myself, biting the inside of my lower lip as I stared into his hazel eyes. “Did you ever get the feeling you were thinking the same thing as someone else?” I asked.

“Yea, sometimes.” He said with a wink.

With that, I stepped forward to pay. “Yea, me too.” I said quietly, gathering my things, and walking from the store into the bright sunny day.

End.

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Arriving at her floor, she stepped out into a long, nicely-lit hallway. Following the signs, the arrows below the room numbers pointing the way, Jessica felt tiny nervous knots curling in her stomach. Her heart thumped at a rapid beat, approached the door, taking one long deep breath. The keycard sliced into the slot releasing the lock as she turned the knob. Her anticipation was felt at the edges of her fingertips, as she pushed the heavy spring-hinged door open.

“Hello,” she paused. “…Anyone here…?” Jessica walked slowly, spotting a flat screen tv hanging from the wall, as she entered the room. A round table was placed in the corner of the room with two chairs pushed under it. A black briefcase was closed, lying in the center of the table with the same silver chain wrapped around its handle.

Jessica walked toward the table. A king-size bed was filled with pillows, the comforter pulled down and a tray of food sat near the end of the bed. It had been filled with an assortment of different fruits, cheese, and crackers.

“…Hello?” Jessica called again, setting her case down on the table and then turned, seeing a door. Left open a crack, a small light sliced across the carpet from beyond the door frame.

She walked across the room, passing the bed. Placing her fingertips to the panel of the door and she gave it a small push. The door swung open slowly until it met with the wall behind it. A large, garden jet-tub filled with bubbles sat in the center of the bathroom with a large glass window surrounding it. The steam that filled the window blurred the lights from the city.

“Close your eyes.” The soft and sexy voice of a man.

Jessica jumped, startled beyond belief and started to turn.

“No, no. Don’t turn around yet. Just listen to what I have to say.” His soothing tone only calmed only part of her body.

“I’m sure you have a million questions. But, first let me tell you that you are safe. Even though you’ve never met me, nothing will happen without your consent. If for any reason you feel that you are not safe or wish to end this meeting, you may walk out at that door at anytime.” His voice began to soothe her racing heart.

“I’m your client for tonight.” He inhaled deeply just to the side of her ear. “Are your eyes closed?” Jessica’s hair shifted, giving her goose bumps as he spoke softly into her ear.

“Yes.”

“Open your mouth.” He paused, “Its okay, you’re very safe.” He said, reassuring her once more. Jessica opened her mouth, feeling a large lump in her throat.

The scent of a strawberry reached her nose first and then the cold berry finally came next, barely touching the edge of her lips.

“I bet you’re hungry. Take a bite.” His pampered voice moved to the other ear, as her hair moved slightly from his breath, dusting the top of her shoulder.

Jessica took a bite filling her dry mouth with the sudden burst of flavor. “Mmm…” her mouth watered, gushing with saliva, as the juice moistened her tongue. She stood motionless feeling the presence of his body behind her. She listened as he finished what was left of the strawberry while his arm slowly wrapped around her waist.

“Okay, open your eyes.” His embrace softly squeezed her body against his.

Jessica opened her eyes. A small bowl of strawberries was held out in front of her, resting in the palm of his hand. His other arm embraced her, keeping her snug against his body and she smiled, taking another one for herself, savoring another bite.

Never before had a single embrace felt so deep. With a light grip to her hip, he slowly turned her body toward him. “There weren’t any strawberries on our tray.” He chuckled softly, staring down into her deep brown eyes, the bowl of strawberries still hovering behind her back.

Ohh… mmm. Jessica almost purred, feeling the immediate attraction as their eyes met.

He stood in a suit with no tie. His shirt was unbuttoned and lying open against his muscular chest. Jessica looked down at his bare feet and laughed inside, thinking he went hunting for strawberries without shoes. Her eyes explored the slacks he wore and they reached the outline of a hidden button behind his waistband.

“All for me …?” Jessica exhaled, wondering over his torso, her mouth ajar trying to find the right words to say next.

“Where would you like it….?” he winked, resting his hand at her waist, pulling the bowl of strawberries between them. He plucked a strawberry from the bowl, engulfed it, taking it right down to the stem. Jessica watched his mouth sucking it in etiler escort bayan behind his lips. “…On the bed or in the tub…?” A seductive grin curled the corners of his mouth.

Jessica inhaled deeply. His voice was alluring which added to his blue bedroom-eyes, and the hot crawl-all-over-me, wanton body standing before her.

“…Maybe I should help you make your choice.” He left her standing there, wiggling in her high heels, and trying to speak.

Standing next to the bed, he made a space for the bowl of strawberries and set it down into the tray in the center of the bed. He turned back toward her, sliding his black jacket from his well-formed arms and laid it on the bed behind him. His eyes never blinked as he grabbed the edges of his white, button-down shirt, pulling it free from his shoulders.

Seductively he wet his lips with his tongue, as Jessica watched him turn and pick up the tray, walking back toward her. He knelt down to set the tray down in front of her feet and then looked up at her, rising from his bent knees. Jessica fiddled with the material on her skirt, watching him get closer and closer to her. He reached for her chin, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. He smeared the last of the strawberry juice that remained there, studying her thinking eyes.

“Whatever you decide is fine. But, after a long day, I’m thinking the tub is the best choice.” He dragged his index finger across her bottom lip until it trailed off.

Jessica sucked in a breath and turned slightly, as he strolled into the bathroom towards the tub without a backward glance. She heard the sound of his zipper and watched as his slacks slid down over his tightly formed ass, the black boxer briefs he wore pulled along behind them.

He stepped out of them, tossing them to the chair that sat against the wall only a foot away from the tub. He walked up the steps to the tub, a slow step at a time. His beautiful uncovered body flexed with each movement he made while stepping down into the hot bubbling water.

Jessica stepped out of her heels and left them where she stood, outside the bathroom door. She bent down and grabbed the tray of food with both hands and walked through the door, as she set the tray down at the large end of the tub.

“Ah, I see you’ve decided.” He said, turning toward her, the bubbles swirled around his body as he leaned his back up against the large oval-shaped tub.

“I can’t remember the last time I took a bubble bath.” Jessica smiled, as she peeled her jacket off her shoulders and then tossed it on top of his clothes.

Unbuttoning her blouse, she inhaled deeply, each button taking longer than the last, now suddenly aware of the rush to get undressed. I don’t want to forget the way you look at me, she thought, finally removing her blouse.

A white laced bra enclosed the soft form of her breasts, and she released them, dropping the bra at her feet. Her ivory skin had been reddened with the heat of her desire. She unzipped the back of her skirt, drinking in his consuming eyes, as she continued to take off each piece of clothing.

Her skirt hit the floor, which revealed only the white, laced stockings she’d worn. A hint of her soft, brown curls appeared, trimmed just above the pink bud that appeared, peeking from her folds.

She took a step closer, leaving her skirt on the floor behind her. Placing her right foot on the first step to the tub, she placed the palms of her hands against her thigh, rolling down one laced stocking. Slowly down her thigh, over her knee and then down her calf as she stopped at her ankle. Pinching the tips of her toes, she pulled it free, letting it fall to the shaggy rug that covered the floor.

Her left foot then came to the tub, her eyes now filled with fire, as she stood nude before a man she’d never met before. She continued undressing, rolling the other stocking down, and pulling it free from her foot.

“You have an amazingly beautiful body,” he sighed, as she released the last stocking from her fingers.

“Thank you” she softly replied, sitting across from him. Walking up steps, she then climbed down into the water, and the bubbles slid up her body the deeper she sank down into the tub.

“Come here.”

Jessica slowly moved toward him.

“Turn around.” His hot water-soaked hands went to her shoulders as she settled down in between his open legs. “Much better than the bed, wouldn’t you say?” He whispered when her body went limp under his fingers, leaning beyoglu escort bayan further back into him.

“Yes, you have incredible hands.” Jessica exhaled sinking deeper into his body.

“I’m glad you like them. I love giving massages, especially to a body such as yours.” She almost could feel him smiling as his thumbs rubbed the base of her neck.

This is too good to be true. Jessica felt herself relax further, as his hands rubbed between her shoulder blades, pushing her forward. Exploring lower and lower, he rubbed deeply into the small of her back.

“Ohh, that feels good.” Jessica quietly murmured, arching her back. “You’re going to be my favorite client.”

“I think you should hold that comment a little longer,” he said, as he moved to turn her body toward him.

“Why is that?” Jessica asked.

“Because I am your first client and there are many of us in the club,” he answered, pulling her body against him, his hands now slid down her back.

Jessica felt her breasts slide up onto his chest as his semi-hardness touched her tummy, something she hadn’t seen yet.

“How did you know that?” Jessica blushed, wondering if it was obvious that she was new.

“When you get your envelope it will say where and when. But, some envelopes will say, ‘meeting your new/regular client’.” He smiled down into her. “I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”

“I guess that all depends on how many clients I meet, doesn’t it?” Jessica grabbed the tops of his shoulders and pulled herself up within inches of his lips.

“Yes,” he said, taking a deep breath.

Jessica pulled him a little closer and then began to slowly kiss him. His mouth opened, inviting her in. She cradled in the squeeze of his arms, the water was heard as it sloshed against the tub’s edge and moved between them.

* * *

Jessica woke up to the scent of fresh sheets. After a few minutes she managed to open her eyes. Her warm, nude body was nestled between the sheets and comforter, as though she’d been tucked in. She looked at the window, partly covered by the blinds. The sun was casting a glow onto the round table, from which the black briefcase gone.

Gone already? Jessica sighed, turning her head to glance at the other pillow. A folded piece of paper was propped up with a small red rose lying next to it. Jessica brushed her hair aside and reached for the folded sheet.

*****

I hope you enjoyed the bath and the massage. I loved the warmth of your body and the way you devoured those strawberries. I had to work early this morning or I’d be looking into those beautiful eyes when you woke up, right now. If you’d like another meeting, use your client cell phone. Dial ‘touch me’ and leave a message. The Document Handler will take care of the rest.

P.S. Leave the key and your signed envelope on the table before you leave. Until the next meeting…

*****

Jessica smiled and then picked up the rose. The sweet scent filled her senses, as she rubbed the petals across her lips, remembering his soft kiss.

Exhausted from work, it had been so hard to keep from falling asleep in his arms, as he melted away the stress of the day with his tender touch. If it wasn’t for the sheer fact that Jessica wanted to know everything that was going on, her passing out would have cut their evening even shorter.

He’d spoken of The Clients and the people who’d crossed his path in the time he’d been a member. His busy lifestyle, like Jessica’s, just didn’t leave enough room for the dating scene. Jessica laughed when he bluntly summed it up, after she tried to keep a yawn hidden.

“I’m just looking for the right warm body,” he’d said.

Finally, when Jessica couldn’t battle her body giving out on her any longer, they had exited the tub and he dried her body under his content eyes. He was careful in the way he placed the towel, avoiding the places she wanted to be touched the most. She wasn’t sure if the first client she met was the one that she’d give into.

Knelt down on one knee, his skin had looked as though it had been burned by steam, still red and wet from the tub’s hot water. He’d looked up into her eyes, his slow and sexy grin made her catch her breath, almost holding it, as he dried off her thighs with long strokes down to her ankles.

He then rose to his feet and picked Jessica up in his arms, carrying her off to bed where he then crawled in behind her. Cradled in his arms, Jessica remembered the sigh of her exhaustion, feeling his warm sarıyer escort bayan chest on her back and the healthy heartbeat that tapped against her shoulder blades as she fell asleep.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Jessica slipped from the warmth of the sheets, and her feet touched the carpeted floor, heading towards the bathroom to dress in yesterday’s outfit. The white, silk stockings were still on the bathroom floor were she dropped them. His stare had been hypnotizing, watching the silky material slowly slide down from her legs. She smiled, remembering the sight and then reached for her skirt that was draped over the back of the chair. She stepped into it and then pulled it up over her hips.

Jessica scooped up her bra that was still lying on the floor next to the base of the tub. She hooked it behind her, grabbed her blouse and jacket and then walked toward the mirror. It’s funny… you look like you had sex. Jessica grinned in the mirror, feeling silly, as she finished getting dressed.

Walking past the mirror, she stepped into her heels and then walked over to her briefcase. Pulling the sealed envelope out, she left it on the table next to the key and took one long glance around the room and then left.

* **

The hallway was filled with people, as she walked toward her office. It was two hours past the time she normally arrived. People glanced at her with curious eyes, as she realized just how on time she’d always been.

“Well, well. It looks like it was a hot date after all.” Sam snickered from beyond her desk. “I don’t think that you’ve ever come in even five minutes late the whole time I’ve worked for you.” Sam added with a wink.

“Nah… no hot date, I had some much-needed sleep.” Jessica brushed her off with a smile.

“And a great couple of extra hours it was… eh?”

“Just what the doctor ordered.” Jessica smiled, turned, and walked into her office.

“Eric called,” Sam said loud enough for Jessica to hear from her desk. “He said something about a new client and that you should buzz him as soon as you came in.” Sam finished, leaning against the counter.

“Thank you Sam.” What now, better not be another choking experience. Jessica sighed, sitting down at her desk, as she picked up the phone and dialed his number.

“Hello?” Eric answered the call in his business tone.

“What’s this about a new client?” Jessica said, tapping her pen against the desk.

“Well look what the cat drug in. Have a hot night?” Eric said with a husky tone.

“Just some much-needed sleep and if I did have a hot night, think I’d tell you?” Jessica sarcastically bit back.

“I’d love to hear your little secrets Jess.” Eric’s tone dropped to a whisper.

“It takes more than a hot kiss to get me to spill my secrets Eric.” Jessica firmly stated.

“Oh yeah? Then I better roll up my sleeves, unless you don’t mind me gettin’ all dirty.” Eric laughed wickedly, knowing that he was pushing her buttons.

“The client, Eric?” Jessica asked, without a comeback. “Oh yes, the client.” He paused, as Jessica heard him looking through papers on his desk. “I had a meeting earlier this morning while you were sleeping…” he chuckled.

Jessica seethed, listening to his teasing tone.

“…and she’s looking to hire you,” he continued. “I let her have one of the extra business cards you gave me. Her name is Rebecca and she’ll be calling you soon.”

“That’s great Eric.”

“Don’t thank me all at once, Jess.” Eric laughed.

“What… you looking for a finder’s fee?” Jessica teased.

“Now you’ve got the idea!”

“I’ll tell you what. Rebecca hires me, I’ll take you out for that drink that you keep buggin’ me about. Deal?”

“It’s a deal!” Eric’s voice spiked in tone.

“Okay, but, that’s only if I get the deposit and she’s officially hired me…” Jessica realized that she needed to be more specific. “…Time to get back to work.”

“I’ll hold ya to it Jess.” Eric paused. “Get to work, you’re already late.” He chuckled, under his breath.

“Yeah, when was the last time you rolled into work late eh?” Jessica teased, replacing the phone to its cradle and then stuck her tongue out at the phone. “Damn him!”

Buzz. Buzz.

Jessica stared at her desk, but her cell phone hadn’t moved. She glanced at her briefcase, where the client cell phone screen lit up in green, vibrating in the pocket. She grabbed it and tapped the message key.

“Please enter your password.” The automated voice said.

Jessica typed in the code on the keypad and listened.

“Your meeting is Friday evening. Press Y and your new envelope will be delivered. Unable to meet, press N and another meeting will be set.”

Jessica looked at her desk calendar; her last Friday meeting was at 3 pm. She pressed the Y and then waited.

“Thank you.” The line went dead and Jessica sat, silently wondering who the new client was.

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You go to work early one morning, knowing that it is going to be a busy day for you. You spend most of the morning writing reports, but you manage to take a little time to give me a call to let me know that you are thinking about me.

I ask if you can get away for lunch, but you say, “Sorry baby! I wish we could have lunch together, but I’m so busy that I’m only going to be able to grab a quick bite before I’m stuck having meetings for the rest of the day.”

I’m thinking a “quick bite and getting stuck” and start having a delicious idea.

“Okay. I know you’re busy. Thanks for thinking about me and please don’t work too hard. We’ll spend some time together another time.”

You say, “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

We end our conversation because you have so much more work to do. You look at your watch, and realize that you have only a half hour to get something to eat and get back to your office for your next meeting. You run out to get something quick to eat, and come back to your office with just a bottle of water left. You look at the time, sit down in your chair, pull up to your desk and start to straighten out your papers for you have about five minutes until your meeting.

There is a knock on your door, a couple of co-workers appear, saying that they are ready for the meeting but that they are waiting for a few more people to arrive. You all start talking when you suddenly feel two hands start rubbing the top of your thighs. You jump a little in your seat, push your chair back a little, look down and see me looking up at you smiling. Your eyes get big, your heart starts racing for you are shocked to see me, especially under your desk, rubbing your thighs with my hands as you have people in your office about to have meeting. You are thinking quick, wondering what the hell is happening and what you are going to do. I keep rubbing your legs with my hands when you take your right hand and try to push mine away. I take your hand and put your two long middle fingers in my mouth and start sucking on them. You quickly snatch your hand away, and push your chair back under the desk.

You are extremely nervous by now! Wondering what you are going to do.

You even mention to the group, “We can have this meeting at other time if everyone can’t make it!”

To which a few people in the group say, “No, that’s okay, we can start in a few more minutes.”

I can feel the heat start to rise off your legs, and I can’t help but laugh inside, wondering how are you going to handle what I’m about to do to you! I continue to rub your massive thighs through your pants, first on top, then I open your legs and start rubbing the inside. I take my fingers and unbuckle your belt. I feel your legs start to tighten up, for you have some idea of what is about to happen next. I unzip your pants and pull out your big beautiful dick. You start shaking your legs up and down, nervous for you are in a position where I’m in total control and you can’t do anything! I love when you are powerless before me! (Or under me! Whatever position pleases me at the moment!)

Anyway, the other members arrive and the meeting starts. You are sitting at your desk, trying to maintain a cool composure, all the time I’m under the desk, rubbing your shaft between my hands giving it long slow strokes. You begin to relax a little and start enjoying the feeling. They are asking you questions and you are finding it hard to concentrate on what they are saying, bakırköy escort bayan trying to hurry up and get the meeting to end. I continue to stroke you slow when I decide to add some ranch dressing to my hands to smooth it all over your hard dick. You jump and bang your knee on the desk as I insert the head of your dick into my mouth and start to gently suck on it!

“Are you alright?” ask one of the officers, “I heard you bang your knee, it must hurt like hell!”

You say, “Yes, I got a sudden muscle cramp, that’s all. I’ll be alright!”

Another officer says, “The best way to get rid of a cramp is to walk it out!”

You quickly say, “No that’s alright! I’m rubbing it! It will be okay!”

I’m laughing softly to myself wondering what they would think if you did get up and start walking with your dick hard and hanging out of your pants! You put your hand on your knee and start rubbing it. I quickly put your fingers in my mouth and start sucking on them while polishing your hard throbbing knob at the same time. I feel you get harder under my touch, and with me sucking your fingers, you can’t take it anymore and pull your hand away for the second time!

I’m thinking, “Fine! Won’t let me suck your fingers, I’ll suck something else!”

And I proceed to go back to working on the head of your shaft. My tongue starts rolling on the top of that beautiful big head of yours. I start licking it slow, starting at the tip and working my tongue along and under the rim of the head, sucking it slowly into my mouth, teasing you by blowing on it, and then letting my tongue just sit on it, not moving. You push yourself forward, trying to get deeper into my mouth when I just stop and give your dick a quick lick. I sit there and watch your dick as it begins a movement of its own, jumping up and down, as if it is searching for me. I continue to watch, knowing that you must be going out of your mind wondering what has happened and why I stopped. I don’t touch you for about ten minutes at which time I watch you relax and watch as your penis begins to go soft. I watch you for another ten minutes, every once in a while your penis would jump and that would just put a big smile on my face.

“Patience, my little one” I’m thinking. “Momma hasn’t forgotten you!”

You relax and focus on your meeting thinking that I am waiting for it to end and then we can test the office furniture for durability. I hear someone say that you have a couple of minutes left in the meeting, so it’s time to wrap up any loose ends. You are all for that and encourage them to hurry up so they can go back to work. It is then that MY fun begins again! I slide myself back between your legs and take your dick deep into my mouth. I hear you let out a gasp, I have caught you off guard. I begin slowly sliding my mouth up and down on your dick, feeling it grow, get hard inside my mouth. I take my tongue and start licking you slowly up one side, stopping and sucking rough on the head, and letting my tongue go slowly down the other side. I go back to working on your head, twisting my mouth up and down and around on your hard throbbing knob! I start sweating and realize that I’m getting hot from the heat that is rising off of your crotch as well as my own.

I continue to work my oral magic on you while at the same time rubbing those big sweating balls of yours. You start using controlled movements to try to hump my mouth.

I’m thinking, güngören escort bayan “Trying to be in control huh? We’ll see!”

I then start taking you into my throat, deep and fast. I feel you as you try to get away and know that you can’t.

I hear someone say, “Okay, if there are any questions, we will give you a call!”

Then I hear the door close and you suddenly sit back and say, “Oh God you are a naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty girl!”

To which I just smile and blow you a kiss. You get up and I hear the door lock.

I’m sitting on your chair laughing softly when I tell you, “I just had to see you especially when you said that you would be ‘getting a quick bite, while being stuck at the office’,I took that to be an invitation! You know how my mind works!”

You say, “Oh yes, I do know how your mind works and I should have known better!”

You ask, “Is there anything that I can say that you don’t think about sexually?”

“Of course not!”, I answer.

I look deep into your eyes, then lick your lips slowly before I kiss you. I suck on your tongue, taking it deep into my mouth, making love to it.

I start licking and biting your ear then I whisper in your ear as I’m rubbing your nipples through your shirt and say, “I’ve been a bad, bad, bad, bad girl and I need to be punished!”

You say, “Oh yes, you have been very, very, very bad, and you must be punished!”

The next thing I know you are pulling out handcuffs from you desk drawer. You place them on my wrist. What is to happen next? I’m getting wet just thinking about the possibilities.

Iconpoet continues the story

The look on your face as I cuff you is one of shock, mixed with a sort of slight amusement. The uncertainty of it all is enough to pique your interest. I see your mind racing trying to figure out what it is I’m going to do next.

“Save your time. You’re not going to guess what it is I have in store for you.”

“Reschedule my next appointment, Doris. My last meeting brought up some unexpected details that need to be hammered out. Tell them to hold off until notified.” I say into my phone, making note to smirk when I say “Hammered.”

“Right away sir.” She replies.

“Doris is such a good girl.” I begin. “I never have to punish her. But YOU on the other hand, require strict dealing with.”

I remove my tie. “I know why you came here today. You wanted to shock and surprise me because you love the look on my face when you please me. The first step in your punishment is that you can’t look at me for the rest of the day.”

I tie my tie around your eyes so you can’t see. Next, I reach in my bottom desk drawer and pull out a roll of duct tape.

“What’s that?” You ask as I pull off a strip.

“That’s step two of your punishment. I know you love to scream and moan when I please you. Now, you have to suffer in silence.”

I have you bound, blind and mute…Now its time for the fun to begin. I pick you up (you are always amazed when I do that because not too many men are able to) and sit you on my desk and open your legs. I’m always amazed at how wet you are able to get. I bury my face deep into your pussy. I can hear a deep guttural moan deep in your throat, but no sound escapes your mouth. I know what I’m doing, why else would I have a roll of duct tape in my office?

I wrap my lips around your clit, suck and flick the tip of it with my tongue. You squirm, trying to merter escort bayan see if you can catch a glimpse through a loose spot in the tie, but you can’t. I ain’t new to this, I’m TRUE to this, and I don’t miss a beat. I lay your body back across my desk because, much like earlier, you’re trying to take control of the situation. I lift your legs high over my desk and expose your beautiful pussy and your tight lovely asshole. I take my tongue and trace a line from your asshole to the tip of your clit and right back. You shiver in sheer delight. I hear another throat moan escape as I stick my tongue deep into your asshole as I take two fingers and insert them in your fat, wet, DEEP pussy and massage your G Spot.

“I want you to squirt on my desk baby. I want you to give me a reason to request another copy of this document. Come on, baby. You know what I want. Give it to me.”

Almost as if on cue, you do. I love the way your cum gushes out, onto my cherry wood desk and drips off onto my carpet, making a nice little stain there. I make a mental note to never have this section of carpet cleaned.

Now your legs are shaking and you are making little whimpering noises through the duct tape on your mouth. I have you just where I want you. I flip you over on the desk, knocking the stapler, phone, and container of pens scattering across the floor. Good thing I keep my computer on a separate desk to the side. Now I have your gorgeous ass facing me. I love the way your pussy looks from behind. Especially when I can still see tiny bits of cum dripping out. I lick that up just before I spread your legs.

“Now, time for your REAL punishment.”

I stand up behind you; your ass in the air, legs spread which allows your pussy lips to spread just enough to show the pink, and take my dick into my hands. A trail of pre cum drips from the tip nearly to the floor.

“You want me inside of you?” I ask. You grunt something. “What? I can’t hear you.” I say. “OH YEAH!!! That’s right. You can’t talk because you’re being punished. You’ve been a BAD girl. Well, let me tell you this. What if I…”

I slide my rock hard dick into your wet, willing and accepting pussy instead of finishing that statement. Your hands, still cuffed, grip the edge of my desk as you release still more guttural moans. Each thrust I give makes you grunt even more. When I reach up and pull your hair to get extra leverage, I swear that you let out a scream so loud that it penetrates the duct tape. That’s all I need. I explode and cum. I can feel the warm semen filling your wet pussy all around my dick. Obviously you can feel it too because you squeeze your kegals, trying to milk every last drop.

“You’ve been punished enough. Now it’s time for a little reward.”

I back off, letting my dick slip out of your pussy. I can see the mixture of your cum and my cum begin to slowly trickle from your pussy. I go down and let it drip into my mouth, and then I turn you over, remove the duct tape and give you a long passionate kiss. We both get excited at the taste of the mixture of our cum mixed together.

“Now, I hope that teaches you what happens to bad little girls who sneak into my office. I also hope that encourages you to do it again, and again, and then again after that.”

We both chuckle. I remove the handcuffs and the tie from around your eyes, and you are shocked to see Doris, my receptionist, sitting there in a chair, her skirt hiked up to her waist, fingering herself into a frenzy. You turn to me with a look of confusion mixed with surprise.

“What can I say? She likes to watch.”

I look up at Doris, her cocoa brown skin looking so lovely against the cream colored blouse she’s wearing and her long black hair slightly messed with sweat from wildly masturbating and say, “I expect a fully typed report of this meeting on my desk by the morning.”

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I open the cab door and step inside, I sit down as the driver confirms my destination. All is correct so my journey begins. I’m not travelling far, I know that but I want to make sure that I’m at the right location on time.

My phone bleeps, it’s him. I tell him I’m still waiting on my taxi, I want to be there before him, so I can find a seat and get a drink. He tells me he’s nervous, I should be too but for some strange reason I’m not. The journey takes all of five minutes before I’ve arrived, I thank the driver and step out of the cab, heading across the road to the pub we’ve agreed to meet at.

I walk over to the bar and order a Diet Coke, no drinking for me today, I want to make sure that any decisions I make are made without alcohol clouding my judgement. I take my drink over to a table in the corner and remove my jacket, sitting down and taking a sip of my Diet Coke, the bar staff added ice and lemon with me even asking.

I get out my phone and message him, ‘I’m here, I’m in the Castle.’ I wait for a reply, but it doesn’t come. My heart sinks as I come to the conclusion that he’s standing me up. I exit the messenger app and open Facebook, not really paying attention but thinking about him.

We met last year online and hit it off right away, the first night we met we stayed up chatting until the wee hours of the morning. Talking about nothing in particular but talking about everything. Chat with him was friendly, no sexual content at first but as our friendship evolved so did our conversations. I realised that even though I didn’t know what he looked like I was attracted to him, probably way more than I should be.

Which was further confirmed when we first spoke on the phone, I wasn’t nervous for that either but his voice and accent drove me wild. After speaking a few times on the phone we had our first occasion of phone sex… and boy did I cum hard! He sent me a few videos as well, videos that I replay almost every day since. I haven’t saved any of his pics or videos, that would be rude considering he didn’t give me permission to.

It has been a week since he asked me to meet him, I was apprehensive at first but after the many orgasms he gave me with his words and moans why should I be?

So here I am, in a pub waiting for him, worried he is standing me up when my phone bleeps again. ‘Sorry been on calls, be there in 2 mins’ I start getting butterflies and reply ‘okay I’m getting nervous now’ then he writes ‘good that makes two of us, on way now’

I put my phone down on the table and take a sip of my drink, anxiously awaiting ataköy escort bayan his arrival. The seat I selected has a view of the door and I can see anyone coming out of the hotel or coming into the pub. A few guys walk past without coming in and my anxiety goes into overdrive, what if he takes one look at me and runs away? I look down at the phone to see if I have anymore messages, I do. ‘Coming out now’

I look up and see more than one guy walking towards the pub, I wonder which one he is. The door opens and he walks into the pub, he looks around for a second before he spots me. A big beaming smile comes across his face as he walks towards me.

“Hi Poppy” he says, his voice just as sexy in reality as it is on the phone and his amazing videos.

“Hi” I reply and smile.

“Okay?” He says, as if he’s waiting for me to bolt out of the door.

“Yes” I say with a nod. “More than okay”. He asks me what I’m drinking and if I would like something stronger. I thank him but tell him I’m sticking with the soft drinks.

“Do you mind if I have one? I’m so nervous” he asks.

“No go for it and there’s no need to be nervous.” I say and he goes over to the bar, coming back moments later with a half pint of Peroni and sits down opposite me. I finally get a look into his gorgeous green eyes, they floor me with how pretty they are.

We talk for a little while, just small talk but very much pleasant conversation. Suddenly I feel something touch my foot, I jump and he apologises as he moves his foot back. Our conversation continues much the same as before still pleasant and sweet.

A little while later he looks at me, a way I’ve never been looked at before. I feel wanted and desired, like I’ve never felt before.

“I want to touch you” he confesses. I smile and look into his eyes. “When I touched your foot earlier it wasn’t an accident, I just want to touch you.”

“You only had to ask” I say as I reach across the table and offer my hand. He grabs ahold of my hand and begins stroking my palm, sending little crackles of electricity from my hand through my body. He looks at me with those pretty eyes with so much desire as he strokes my hand. I feel something stir inside me, a familiar feeling but much stronger than ever before.

I excuse myself to use the bathroom, squeezing past him as I go. I feel a slight touch on my thigh and my juices begin to flow. I hurry to the bathroom and pull down my panties, they’re soaked. I pull them off and put them in my handbag clean myself up a little, zeytinburnu escort bayan wash my hands and then head back out into the pub.

I walk back to the table and sit down “Are you okay? You look a little flushed he asks.

“I’m fine” I reply and reach into my handbag, grabbing ahold of my panties and hold them in my lap. “Hold out your hand under the table” I say. He cocks his head slightly at me but he holds his hand out. I place my undies in his hand, his mouth opens as he feels how my wet panties are.

“Oh fuck, that’s fucking hot!” He looks at me his eyes saying ‘I want you’ I smile and wink at him. “Come on” he says holding out his hand. I place my hand in his and stand up, grabbing my bag and coat as I follow him out of the pub.

We enter the hotel, which I assume is very nice. I can’t concentrate on my surroundings right now, all I feel is desire for him. He continues to hold my hand as we walk through the hotel towards the elevator, he presses the button and we wait, his fingers caressing my hand. The elevator arrives and a few people get off, we step inside, he presses the button for his floor and the doors close.

As soon as the door is closed he grabs ahold of me and kisses me, his arms holding me close. I drop my handbag and my arms wrap around his neck as I kiss him back, our lips pressed together, our tongues intertwined. His hands run the length of my upper body and then down again to settle on my ass which he grabs and squeezes.

I moan against his mouth and he breaks the kiss. “Fuck Poppy, you turn me on so much. I want you so bad!” He says as the elevator arrives on his floor, the doors open and we disembark. Heading towards his room, our pace quick, both of us eager to see where this desire takes us.

As soon as we’re in the room and the door is shut I’m pushed against it and his mouth is on mine again, I reach out to touch him but he pins my hands above my head and plunders my mouth with his tongue. He holds my wrists with one hand while his other hand goes up my skirt and rubs my pussy through my tights, I moan loudly into his mouth. His fingers feeling so good against my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet!” He exclaims and pulls me towards the bed. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head, groaning at the sight of my red bra. He kicks off his shoes and pushes me down into the bed grabbing the gusset of my tights and ripping them open, exposing my dripping pussy. He growls and lowers his head, kissing the sensitive skin arnavutköy escort bayan of the inside of my thighs making me sigh.

“Mmmmmm Antonio” I moan, he growls again and buries his face in my pussy, licking me all over. His lips touching me as he French kisses my dripping cunt. My breathing quickens, moans getting louder, my body shuddering, my back arching off the bed as I feel it approaching. My orgasm, a much needed release. I grab the back of his head and begin to undulate, grinding my pussy on his face. He moans, sending vibrations through my pussy and triggering my release. I climax with a scream “Oh Antonio!!! Fuckkkkk!”

He gets up and pulls me into a rough kiss, my juices dripping down his chin. He rips his shirt off, I groan at sight of his chest hair. His trousers are next to go, I smile at the sight of his bare cock as he isn’t wearing underwear, he steps out of the trousers and removes his socks. I get off the bed and get down on my knees, wrapping my hand around his cock and licking my lips. I look up into his gorgeous eyes and take the head of his cock in my mouth.

“Poppy…” is all he manages to say before throwing his head back and moaning as my mouth works up and down on his cock. He grabs the back of my head and begins to thrust in and out of my mouth, grunting and groaning as he does. I take him all the way to the back of my throat, sucking hard. “Nuhhhh stop…” he moans and pulls back so his cock is no longer in my mouth.

He grabs my shoulders and pulls me to my feet, pushing me back onto the bed again and steps forward. Positioning his cock at my dripping entrance and laying on top of me. He kisses me again before thrusting hard into me, his cock sliding into my wetness. We moan together as he begins to slide in and out of me, fucking me slowly to start. He kisses me as he moans and his thrusts get faster and harder.

My breasts bounce up and down, spilling out of my bra. He lowers his head and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking as he fucks me. “Oh Poppy…” he moans as my arms wrap around him, holding him closer as his hip movements get even faster. I sense he’s close to his climax so I use all my inner muscles to squeeze tighter around his cock. Which sets off another orgasm deep inside me, more intense than the first.

He grunts as his orgasm hits, then moans over and over as he fills my pussy up with his cream. His movements slow as his orgasm subsides, my arms still around him, holding him close. He collapses on top of me breathing hard, then rolls off me, removing his cock, leaving me feeling empty.

We lay next to each other our breathing returning to normal. “That was fucking fantastic… we’re going to do that again in a minute but first let’s head to the shower. See what comes up” he says with a wink.

I smile and get off the bed, crooking my finger and gesturing for him to follow me . “Come on then sexy, show me what you’re made of!”

TO BE CONTINUED

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All characters in this story are over 18 and all situations are fictional. So if you think I’m talking about you, c’mon, really…get over yourself.

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“Maybe this week isn’t a wash after all.”

It was a strange thought considering the situation: The cute blond bent over the women’s bathroom counter, skirt pushed up around her hips and lacy black thong pushed to the side, moaning and calling my name as my dick pistoned in and out of her.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.

I’m a photographer with a book publisher. I took the job several years ago after moving to New York following my divorce, which was thankfully amicable. Things just didn’t work out and we parted as friends.

The job keeps things interesting: Shooting covers for various books in the on-site studio and traveling the country to do authors’ portraits and stock photography for book illustrations.

But the most enjoyable aspect of the job would be my coworkers. Mostly women in their twenties and thirties, all cute and enjoyed flirting. It was all innocent, of course. Just something to make the work day a little more fun. I was your typical “nice guy” in his early thirties, so I enjoyed the attention but thought nothing of it.

Until that Friday with Emily.

I was working a little past five in the room that everyone called “The Cave.” It’s a long room we used for doing our digital pre-press work and where kept the servers. We kept it dark to reduce the glare and cool for the servers, hence the name.

I had just arrived back in town earlier that afternoon and was retouching a portrait of a decrepit author who was writing a tome detailing the history of molecular biology (riveting stuff, no doubt). I thought I would be able to work without interruptions when the door opened.

“Great,” I sighed. “Someone wanting a last minute photo pulled from the database. There goes my night.” I didn’t even look up.

“Hey, stranger!” I heard a voice that was as attractive as its owner. “I didn’t think you’d be back until this weekend.”

I looked up to be graced by Emily’s beaming face. To say she was cute was the understatement of all time. She embodied the All American image: About 5’1, short blond hair that came to just above her shoulders, perfectly proportioned curves, amazing green eyes and a smile that made you melt. The crowning touch, though, was that she was the sweetest, most genuine person you could ever meet. We got along wonderfully and I had the world’s biggest crush on her.

The problem with that was Lance, her husband. He was the male embodiment of Emily: Good looking, great personality. You wanted to hate the guy for that alone, but the fact that he had Emily just gave you that much more ammunition. The only problem was that he was just as likable as his amazing wife. Always stopping by to say hello when he came by the office talking sports and all of the other “guy” things.

“Yeah, I wanted to get back early to erenler escort bayan get the work done,” I said. “And I had to get a way from Dr. Dorkenstein. They guy talked about God knows what the entire time. He was a great guy, but I have no idea what in the hell he said.”

“Poor baby,” she giggled, cocking her head to the side. “Better than being stuck in the office.” God she drove me crazy.

“So what’s up?” I inquired.

Suddenly her demeanor changed to an unusual nervousness. “Oh, um,” she stammered. “I was going to leave you a note but, um, since you’re here…..I have… a possible favor to ask.”

I was interested in what could have this kind of effect on her normally unflappable demeanor. Hiding a body? Blackmail? Doing her taxes? All she had to do was flash that smile and I was the man for the job.

“I was wondering if you could do a little Photoshop work for me. Um, some, like……personal stuff?”

The way she slowly dragged out the two words set off bells in my head and immediately peaked my interest.

“Sure, shouldn’t be a problem. What do you have?” I answered, all too happy to get involved.

She produced a cd and I pulled my laptop from my briefcase, careful not to do any personal work on the company’s computers. I popped it in to the cd-rom slot and she touched my wrist, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“I just wanted to say that if this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please say so.”

“Ummm, okay,” I said with a confused look on my face. Okay, now I was REALLY interested in what was on this cd.

I double clicked on a image icon, my eyes opened wide and mouth dropped open when the image appeared on the screen: It was of Emily lying on a bed, legs spread and a vibrator between her perfect pussy lips. The look on her face, with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, could only be described as pure pleasure.

I think I set a world record for getting a hard-on.

I sat there in shock for about five seconds, then came to my senses long enough to say a quick prayer of thanks. Emily, though, took my reaction wrong.

“Oh, I am so sorry!! I didn’t mean to…”.

I cut her off immediately. There was no way in hell I was letting this jackpot go.

“No no no no no no, ” I assured her. “I’m just, well, shocked. I never thought, I mean, you seem so, I, I….wow.”

“I am human, you know” she laughed.

“Oh you are that,” I said under my breath, finally coming to my senses and regaining my professionalism all while trying to hide my raging boner. “So, what exactly can I do for you?” I asked in my best “I’m-a-professional-but-Oh-My-God-I want-to-screw-you” voice.

“Wellll,” she said, “we’re looking to put out a couple of ads for new, um, ‘friends’, so I was wondering if you could blur the faces … you know, that sort of thing. Don’t want the rest of the world knowing what Lance and I do in our off time.”

“Sure, dudullu escort bayan no problem,” I said. “Mind if I look through the rest of them? You know, just to edit through and find the right photo. I am a professional, you know.”

She threw back her head and laughed. “Oh, you’re so bad. Let me help.”

With that, she sauntered over to my chair, hips swaying and sat on my right leg, her legs straddling my thigh. I could feel the heat between her legs on my leg. I placed my hands on her hips to steady here. She felt incredible.

She opened several more amazingly sexy photos, stopping at one in particular.

“Anyone look familiar?” she asked.

In the scene was Emily, lying on her back with a young brunette going to town between Emily’s legs and Lance taking the brunette from behind; everyone was obviously enjoying themselves. I focused my eyes to identify the mystery woman.

“I don’t know … looks kind of like … no!!! Jessica?!?!?” It was one of our hot little college interns. “Wow! I had no idea. She seemed so … sweet and innocent!”

“Oh, she’s sweet all right … tastes very sweet,” cooed Emily. “But innocent? Not so much.” I noticed that Emily now had her left hand behind her, stroking my hard-on through my jeans.

“Note to self,” I thought. “Get to know the interns better.”

“This one is my favorite,” said Emily, double clicking on a file. A photo opened up with the most incredible sight I’ve ever seen: Emily and Jessica, legs intertwined, grinding pussies.

“Ohhhhhhh,” I groaned, leaning back in my chair. “Are you TRYING to give me a heart attack!?!?”

Emily swung around in the chair, her legs straddling me and pussy pressed up against my dick. “But then I couldn’t do this,” she whispered, leaning to me, pressing her lips to mine and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

I moved my hands to her face, holding her as I returned her kiss with all my might. As minutes passed, she began rubbing her breasts, pussy, her entire body against mine intensifying the passion.

I broke the kiss, suddenly brought back to reality by a sobering thought.

“Wait,” I said panting. “Lance. Obviously he digs sharing you with other women, but what about …” I trailed off. She was hot, but no woman was worth being killed by a jealous husband. She came damned close, though.

A smile came over Emily’s beautiful face.

“Usually not but he likes you, so he’s been suggesting I bring you home,” she cooed in between running her tongue around the edge of my ear, sending chills up my spine. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”

“Another note to self,” I thought. “I owe Lance a beer. Many, many beers.”

We began making out again, only with her to break the kiss minutes later.

“Okay, close up your computers. Then, the women’s bathroom. Now.”

I walked as she walked out, then snapped out of my trance, shutting down computers in record time.

I beykoz escort bayan hauled ass out of the room and down the hall to the meeting place. I burst through the door to find my sexual muse sitting on the counter, leaning against the wall with her legs spread and rubbing her sex.

With a purpose I’ve never known before, I walked up to her and kissed her passionately. Then, in a single fluid motion, I lifted her off the counter, placed her on her feet on the floor and knelt down, reaching beneath her skirt and pulling the black lace thong to her knees.

I dove tongue first into her pussy as she released a loud guttural moan. After alternating between sucking on her perfect little clit and parting her lips with my tongue, I decided to do a little recon and find out how tight she was. I slid two fingers (the width of my dick .. hey, I have a lot of alone time, okay?) into her extreme wetness, stretching the tight space as I sucked with abandon on her clit.

After about a minute of this assault on her pussy, I could tell by her increased whimpering that she was close to coming, so I removed one finger and began lightly stroking her g-spot as I continued sucking on her clit. Immediately her head snapped back and her bottom lip began quivering. It seemed to spread down her body as she started shaking. She came, moaning a steady stream of, “Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck …” as her pussy tightened and fluid started running down her leg. I reveled in a job well done.

She looked down at my Cheshire Cat smile, her eyes wide and chest heaving, trying to catch her breath. “Okay, explain to me again: Why in the hell are you still single?”.

I stood up, grinning. “My turn,” as I unzipped my pants and spun her around. She dutifully bent over and raised up her skirt, showing me what, to this day, I still consider the perfect ass.

Suddenly a panic hit me. “Um, I don’t have a condom,” I said.

“On birth control. Do it. Now.”

I pulled out my dick, more turned on than I ever had been in my life and was in Heaven as I slid into her. We both moaned as I grabbed her hips and started moving in and out. I knew I wouldn’t last long, so I started fucking her with everything I had. She apparently had the same game plan as she started pushing back just as hard in perfect rhythm. I looked at her in the mirror in front of us, her beautiful face in ecstasy, our eyes locking.

After a few minutes, her pussy began to tighten around my dick, sending me over the edge. We came hard together, my hands griping her hips. As the orgasms subsided, we stood still for a minute, relishing the calm after the storm. I slowly backed up, sliding out of her. She turned around panting and leaned back against the counter exhausted.

We stood staring into each other’s eyes for what seemed like years when she touched my face lightly and whispered, “I’ve done a lot of things, but that might have been the most intense. Really.”

I lightly kissed her when we heard a light moan and broke the kiss. Emily and I looked to my left and saw Amanda, our attractive boss leaning against the wall, with her right hand down her suit pants. She was slowly rubbing herself, apparently recovering from her own carnal high.

“Damn, I just came in for a couple of files. I didn’t know I would get a show as well …”.

[To Be Continued]

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She went about her normal routine of getting ready for bed in the usual manner after getting home from a hard days work for the temp agency. As she threw her purse on the counter, she didn’t know why, but she thought she was a little more tired tonight than normal. Preparing to take a shower had become routine also. Taking off her jacket first, then her skirt, blouse, bra and panties. She never bothered with panty hose, in the office they always got “snagged” or in some other way got ruined. She looked herself over in the mirror next to the valet she had neatly placed her jacket on. Not too shabby for a woman in her mid 30’s, she thought. Even though she was slightly “rounder” than other women, she was still attractive enough to turn the head of that “cute” security guard at the entrance to the building she was currently working. She thought she caught him looking at her size 38DD breasts with a little more than passing interest a few times.

Just as she stepped into the shower, she heard the phone ring. Cursing whomever it might be under her breath, she went to answer it. “Hello”, she said(a little irritation in her voice). “Hello, this is Officer Sanders, with Argus Security. I’m calling with regard to a wallet that was turned in to our office.” She was shocked, and excited, to hear the voice of the person that she was just thinking (rather sexily)about, and apologized silently. “Yes?” came her choked reply. “Well ma’am, your I.D. card was inside, and we found out that you work here as a temp and decided to give you a call. In order for us to turn it over to you though, we need you to come down and identify it.”

“Thank you for being so thoughtful officer. I was just about to go to bed. I’ll be there in the morning to tell you if it’s mine or not.” With that settled, she let her heart stop racing and went back to her shower.

As she felt the warmth of the spray touch her milky-white skin, she began washing just as she always did. She started with her hair, wetting it thoroughly, then adding her shampoo. As she ran her fingers through her hair, she thought of him(standing behind her, pressing his body and cock against her, as he washed her hair with his strong fingers.). She giggled like a schoolgirl for letting herself think like this. But she was entitled to. She was an independent woman after all, not needing a man to be satisfied, right? She stopped thinking about that for the moment, because she realized that she was lying to herself. She thought of him on a daily basis, hoping that he would someday ask her out. After washing her body, she got out of the shower and went to get ready for bed. The phone rang again.

“Hello?”

“This is Officer Sanders again. Sorry about this, but my boss said I should give another call because the wallet has money in it. He said that I should deliver it to you a.s.a.p., and gave me the rest of the night off. Would this be ok?” Oh my gosh!! She thought. Her pussy got extremely wet at the prospect. I couldn’t have asked for anything more exciting! Calming herself, she said, “It’s after10pm, but of course you can. I’ll be waiting for you to arrive.”

“It’ll tuzla escort bayan be about 30 minutes before I get there, I’d like to change first.”

“No, that’s fine. Come in your uniform if you want. It doesn’t matter to me.” she said. “Ok, I’ll be there soon.”

She couldn’t believe it! The man of her dreams was coming over! A thousand things went through her mind, and her fingers were absent mindedly playing with her pussy. What would she wear? She decided not to seem to forward, and picked a pair of pajamas and robe with “Caffeine Junkie” written on them. She waited for him in the living area of her small 2 room apartment. One for her computer, the other for her. 30 minutes went by with no sign of his arrival. She was just about to go back to bed when she heard the buzzer for the security entry. “Come on up, apartment 213.” she said into the intercom, and pressed the release button for the door. She didn’t expect his knock so quickly and it startled her. She opened the door only after checking through the peep-hole that it was him. He was still in uniform! “Come in.” she said.

“Your wallet ma’am?” he said, as he handed it to her. “Yes, it’s mine. Where did you find it?” she asked. “In office 356. I was checking that the floor was clear before we locked it down. I should go now, and let you get some sleep.” I have to think of something to get him to stay, she thought. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure, as long as it’s not coffee.” he said, pointing at her pajamas. “I thought all security guards drank coffee?”

“Not me, keeps me awake too long, then I’m late for work the next day.”

“How about a beer then?”

“Fine with me.” She went to the refrigerator and got 2 bottles out. As she handed him one, she noticed that her hand was shaking, and hoped that he wouldn’t notice her nervousness. He took the beer she offered and took a long draught from it, draining half the bottle before setting it down. “Ahh…That hit the spot.” he said. “So what’s your first name Officer Sanders?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. How rude of me. It’s David.”

“Well David, I’m Susan.” She stuck out her hand as she spoke. He took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. “Glad to make your acquaintance.” he said. Her nipples hardened with anticipation as he continued to hold her hand, and her pussy got even wetter than when he called. Before she realized what was going on, she moved closer to him and kissed him full on the mouth. He put his arms about her and answered her kiss, opening his mouth to allow her tongue to entwine with his. She pulled away and said, “I don’t normally do things like this, but I find you so attractive that I can’t help myself.”

“That’s ok, I was thinking the same thing, but wasn’t sure what you would do if I threw myself at you.” His hand was now stroking her left cheek, which the rush of excitement had turned a bright pink hue. She leaned her head toward the gentle caress and kissed his upturned palm. “So what now?” he asked. “Maybe we would be more comfortable in the bedroom?”

“After göztepe escort bayan you.”

She couldn’t lead him to the bed fast enough. Taking off her pajamas as they went, and working on his uniform when they finally reached the bed. With a loud “thump”, David’s utility belt hit the floor. “Thank goodness I didn’t have my weapon on that thing.” said David. “The only weapon I’m concerned with right now, is the one I’m trying to get at.” said Susan, as she knelt down and unzipped his pants. David’s hard cock was already straining at his trousers, and now his shorts almost couldn’t hold back his impassioned member. She took it in her hand and complimented David on his size, while he took off his shirt. “It’s not the size that counts, it’s what you do with it and your partner.”

David gently takes her hand and stands her up. He kisses her deeply as he sits with her on the bed. His hands gently roaming over her body, and she moans her approval into his mouth. He lays down on the bed with her, kissing down her neck and then her breasts. He looks into her eyes as he takes the nipple of her left breast into his mouth. She whimpers passionately as his tongue flicks gently over the painfully extended nubbin, tasting her slightly salty flesh. She strokes the back of his head, urging him to take more of her tit flesh into his mouth. He obeys her unspoken words and opens his mouth further, making her cry out louder. Continuing his journey down, he kisses every inch of her pleasantly plump body, causing her to giggle. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m extremely ticklish.” she says. “As long as you’re not telling me to stop, I think you’ll enjoy it.” says David. He moves farther down than she expected, and she asked, “What are you doing?” His reply was simple, “Just wait and see.”

David kisses his way back up her legs, stopping at the back of her knees, and the inside of her thighs. Never once touching her ever dampening pussy. When he finally touches her pussy, she throws back her head and has her first climax. Amazed at this it spurs David on, parting the rose colored lips of her pussy with one hand and inserting first one finger, then another from his right. “You’re so tight.” he says, as he works his fingers in and out of the folds of her pussy. “I haven’t had a man in about 2 years.” says Susan, as she pants heavily. “Well, it looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me then.” David then leans down and takes her engorged clit into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder when Susan puts her hands behind his head and pushes his mouth harder onto her pussy. “Oh God, I’m cumming again.” she says, as David nibbles hard on her clit, her juices covering his face. David slowly relinquishes his hold on her love button and kisses his way back up her body. “Hope you enjoyed that as much, if not more, than I did.”

“You could do that all night if you wanted to, but I need something else in me right now besides your tongue.”

David moved his hands between her thighs once again to feel her wetness dripping down and making the sheets kurtköy escort bayan wet where she lay. He then got up and positioned himself between her outspread legs. Placing his cock at the entrance of her pussy, Susan says, “Fuck me David, I need you so badly.” David pushes forward, not needing any extra lubrication, and enters her completely in one smooth motion. Susan cries out passionately and pushes herself up to meet him. He stays there for a little bit, letting her get used to having a man inside her once again, then slowly draws out until just the head of his turgid member is left inside. Susan grips David’s ass and pulls him back inside almost violently and urges David on to fuck her harder.

She orgasms again and again, reveling in the ecstasy that the man over her is offering. As David slows down to catch his breath, Susan rolls over to get on her hands and knees. “Fuck me like an animal David. I want to feel your cum splatter deep within the walls of my cunt!” she almost screams. Before he complies with her request, David uses both hands to gently pull apart the cheeks of her ass and kisses her tight, pink asshole. She squeals in pleasure at this unexpected, yet thoroughly enjoyable act. She had never had anyone do this before, and hoped he would do it again. David let his tongue lash out around, then push inside her anus, Susan pushing back to feel more. David then pulls back, and inserts his index finger inside her wrinkled pink rosebud. Susan unexpectedly found this pleasurable and pushed back against his assault.

“You like that?” David asks. “Yes.” she says between heavy breaths. He gets behind her and enters the tight confines of her hot, wet pussy once again. Driving hard into her over and over again, taking both of them closer and closer to orgasm. Susan reaches back between her legs and plays with her clit as David bangs away at her. All the while, David fucking her ass with his thumb. Again David slows down, laying himself across her back, and asks, “May I fuck your ass?”

“Yes, anywhere, just FUCK ME!!!!” she screams. Still not wanting to disappoint Susan, David pulls out of the incredible furnace of her pussy, and pushes his cock into her waiting ass. Still not needing any lubrication except that which has come from her, David buried himself balls deep within her tightest orifice. In a mixture of pleasure and pain, Susan once again urges David on to fuck her with abandon.

David can feel every tight inch of Susan’s ass as he plunders her most intimate place. Susan can also feel every hot hard inch of cock that David is giving her. Over and over again, David assails her tight anus, only to hear the pleasured cries of the woman beneath him. “I’m going to cum!” announces David. “Cum for me baby.” says Susan. David grabs a hold of her hips, then reaches around and between her legs to play with her clit. “You’re gonna cum too if I can help it.” Both reaching the acme of their orgasms at the same time, David can feel the clenching of her sphincter muscles, and she can feel the warmth of his seed fill her tight ass. As they come down from their sexual high, David holds her tight, as she falls fast asleep.

Susan awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and totally ready for the day. She vaguely remembered a dream she had. When she arrived at the office building, she saw her favorite security guard sitting where he always did. She approached him, and thanked him for last night. Leaving David looking rather puzzled.

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