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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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Nautynursing begins the story

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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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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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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(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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Jonathan and I sat in the break room, sipping our sodas. He insisted that everyone call him Jonathan, except for me: he said I could call him Jackie as I was, as he put it, “a darlin’ with nothing to hide”.

I was 24 and he was 32, so not really a big age difference there. He and I worked in retail, myself in the clothing department, and he was in the receiving area. We had a lot of things in common, except for the fact that I was white and he was black.

He and I were both lovers of soul music, and I think that’s really what kind of got our friendship started about a year ago, when he first came to work here. Like I said, we were friends, nothing more.

But that’s not to say that I didn’t occasionally think of him a more-than-platonic way. He had a great sense of humor, and such a cute, infectious smile. And since he worked in receiving area, he had, what a call a “modestly strong body”. At the moment, he was talking to me about his date over the weekend, which I really didn’t want to hear, since I was in a dating drought.

“So I brought her home,” he continued. “And I understand girls don’t always want sex on the first date and all, but all I was asking for was a kiss goodnight, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, bored and jealous with this conversation.

“Laura, what the hell is your problem? Don’t you care how my date went?”

I rolled my eyes, “Well, why do you always have to tell me about your dates when you know that I haven’t been on a date in a long time? Why do you have to shove it in my face?” I got up and threw my soda out and walked down the slim hallway that led to the main part of the store.

Jackie caught up with me and grabbed my arm, “Laura, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. Please don’t be angry.”

I pulled away from him and headed back to the clothing section, where my main duty was to arrange the clothes and basically make sure that they were organized and neatly arranged for the customers. I felt bad about being so rough on Jackie, but on the other hand, he did irritate me, and my quick temper didn’t exactly help the situation.

An hour later, I clocked out and went on home to my apartment and to my kitty, Wendy, who always loved me no matter what. I slipped my shoes off and laid my purse on the table and sat on the couch. Wendy jumped onto the couch with a purr, snuggling in my arms.

My sister was going to come over later. My sister, who was 22, married, and had a baby son, and here I was 24 and couldn’t even find a date. I hated to admit it, but I was one of those girls who needed a man. Or at least I felt like I needed a man. I called up my etiler escort sister and told her I was sick and that I wasn’t feeling well enough to see her and her family that night.

And, somehow, that wasn’t a total lie.

At 2 o’clock in the morning I woke up sick. I mean, really sick. I had diarrhea and was throwing up and feeling faint and nauseas. There was no way I was going to make it into work in the morning, so I called in sick. I didn’t know what was wrong with me – maybe food poisoning or maybe just something bad I had eaten. At 5 a.m., when it felt like I had gotten everything out of my system, I took a quick shower and went back to bed, shutting off my alarm clock.

At around 11 that morning, I woke up, feeling better, but with still a slight ache in my stomach. I put a movie in and settled into bed, watching my dvd.

About an hour later I heard a knock at the front door.

“Who is it?” I hollered from my bedroom.

I heard a muffled voice.

“Who?” I yelled again.

“It’s Jackie!” I heard him say.

I was surprised that he came over, but I hollered for him to come on in. I didn’t dare get out of bed – I was in a comfortable position, and didn’t want to risk getting sick again.

Jackie came into my bedroom with a bag, “I hope you don’t mind me coming over, but I was on my lunch break, and the boss told me you had a sick stomach.”

I smiled, “Thank you for coming by, I really appreciate it.”

He sat at the side of my bed and opened up the bag he had brought, “I brought you some Sprite, you know, something that’ll be easy on your stomach and I brought you some crackers and a magazine and a crossword puzzle book.”

Tears came to my eyes. I was so touched that he’d spend the time to come over and visit me and think of me that he’d bring me these things.

“Thank you so much Jackie, this is so sweet of you,” I said.

“It’s no problem – would you like some pop and crackers now?”

I nodded, “Yes, please.”

He got up and put a few bottles of Sprite in the fridge, and came in with a bottle of Sprite and a plate of crackers for me. I thanked him again.

“Well, I figured if I did this, you’d forgive me about yesterday,” he smiled.

I blushed, “I’m sorry I got mad at you.”

“It’s that darn temper of yours, woman. Somebody says something and you turn into flames,” he laughed.

I giggled, “I guess so. I’m sorry. Thank you so much for all this stuff. Not even my sister would come over and visit me when she heard I was sick. I wasn’t sick at the time I had called her, mind you, but her effort would’ve been nice.”

He beyoğlu escort nodded, “I know how it is.”

Tears gently slid down my cheeks, “She’s got a family of her own already. She’s only 22 and she has a husband, a house, and a baby son. And I can’t even get anybody to go out with me.”

“Have you ever asked a guy out?” he asked.

“No. I want them to come to me.”

He laughed, “Honey, sometimes you have to be the aggressor with men. Sweetie, you’re just going through a dry period right now – it happens to everybody. You are one of the prettiest girls I know; you’re a minx and you know it.”

I sniffled, “Really?”

He chuckled again, “Of course.”

I laid my pale hand on his large, dark hand. He looked into my eyes, like he wanted to kiss me.

I nodded, “You can, if you want to.”

He leaned down and we had our first kiss. It was close-mouthed and not passionate or sexy, just a nice, gentle kiss.

I batted my eyelashes at him, “Thank you.”

We made chit-chat and pretty soon it was time for him to get back to work. We said good-bye with an affectionate hug, and he left, wishing me to get well soon. I continued watching my movie, but my mind wasn’t really on it. Never before had Jackie and I kissed or hugged – my touching him was so electric, and so reassuring at the same time. I started to cry – no one would’ve even bothered to see me while I was sick, not even any of my ex-boyfriends. Jackie was one of the greatest men I knew, and I knew I was falling for him.

I slept until the evening time, when I got sick again, and did some of my puzzles in crossword book. I soon fell asleep again. I woke up again the next morning at 4 o’clock. I was feeling back to normal and decided, unfortunately, that I’d have to return to work that day. I didn’t have to be in to work till 8 o’clock, but I decided to shower and get ready then, as I hated getting ready for work, and just wanted to get it over with.

As I drove to work, I felt a little nervous. This whole thing with Jackie felt new and exciting, at least to me, and I wasn’t really sure how to approach the situation. Did he want a relationship with me or was he just being affectionate? If we started dating, would we get in trouble? I wasn’t sure if the company would approve of two associates dating.

I didn’t see Jackie that today until our lunch hour, as he was late in coming to work. For our lunch hour, we decided to go to McDonald’s, which wasn’t unusual for us. We sat across from each, but things didn’t seem to be quite the same. We didn’t seem to be as talkative, but we looked at each other halkalı escort more. I wanted him and I think he wanted me, but I wasn’t sure. I wanted to sleep with this strong, handsome, black man.

We left McDonald’s and walked to his car. He reached for his car door, but I stood in front of him, “Jackie, kiss me. Kiss me again.”

He took me in his strong arms and I stood there, helplessly kissing him back. They were deep, passionate kisses. I needed it so badly and I could tell he did too. He stopped, out of breath, “Baby, after work. Around 5 o’clock?”

I nodded, “Yes, my place.”

The work day went so slow, but it finally ended at 4 o’clock. I hurried home to shower and put on my bathrobe. At 5 o’clock exactly, I heard a knock at the door.

I answered the door, “Hi Jackie,” I said with a smile.

“Hello,” he grinned. He shut the door behind him.

I kissed him deeply and started to unbuckle his pants, but stopped and lead him to my bedroom. We stood in front of the bed. He untied my bathrobe and slid it over my shoulders, my bare, naked, pale body in front of his. I took his shirt off.

He held my face in his hands, “You look so sexy baby.”

I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down with his shorts, I kneeled in front of him. His cock was so big. I had heard that myth about black men and it looked like, in Jackie’s case, it was true. He must’ve been 9 inches. I wrapped my lips around his cock and looked up at him with big eyes.

“Jesus, yes baby. Blow me, oh god yes, blow me,” he combed his fingers through my hair. “I know it’s big baby….Oh that’s it, you’re doing so good.”

His cock was big and hard and erect. I gently pushed him back on the bed and spread my legs over his cock, my bald, pink little pussy, over his dark cock. I eased myself onto his cock and shrieked a little bit at the pain. His cock was very big. I sat on him for a moment and then started to ride him. We both moaned loudly. The light from the evening came through the slits in the blinds, which was otherwise dark.

“God, you’re so big,” I moaned. I rode him faster, “Such a nice big dick you have baby.”

“Fuck, yesss, ride it. Ride it you little tart,” he started to fondle my small breasts. “Oh baby.”

I stopped and started to quiver, cumming all over his cock. He groaned when he felt this and started to cum, spurting stream after stream into my wet little cunt.

“Fuck yes,” I sighed. “Cum for me Jackie.”

After he was done cumming, I slid off his cock and snuggled up to him. It was sexy to think of how we looked – my small, pearl body, against his big, black body. We were French kissing again. He was one of the best lovers I’d had.

While we were necking, I had the courage to tell him that I loved him. He said he loved me too. It made me horny to hear him say that and we made love until the middle of the night came.

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Jonathan and I sat in the break room, sipping our sodas. He insisted that everyone call him Jonathan, except for me: he said I could call him Jackie as I was, as he put it, “a darlin’ with nothing to hide”.

I was 24 and he was 32, so not really a big age difference there. He and I worked in retail, myself in the clothing department, and he was in the receiving area. We had a lot of things in common, except for the fact that I was white and he was black.

He and I were both lovers of soul music, and I think that’s really what kind of got our friendship started about a year ago, when he first came to work here. Like I said, we were friends, nothing more.

But that’s not to say that I didn’t occasionally think of him a more-than-platonic way. He had a great sense of humor, and such a cute, infectious smile. And since he worked in receiving area, he had, what a call a “modestly strong body”. At the moment, he was talking to me about his date over the weekend, which I really didn’t want to hear, since I was in a dating drought.

“So I brought her home,” he continued. “And I understand girls don’t always want sex on the first date and all, but all I was asking for was a kiss goodnight, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, bored and jealous with this conversation.

“Laura, what the hell is your problem? Don’t you care how my date went?”

I rolled my eyes, “Well, why do you always have to tell me about your dates when you know that I haven’t been on a date in a long time? Why do you have to shove it in my face?” I got up and threw my soda out and walked down the slim hallway that led to the main part of the store.

Jackie caught up with me and grabbed my arm, “Laura, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. Please don’t be angry.”

I pulled away from him and headed back to the clothing section, where my main duty was to arrange the clothes and basically make sure that they were organized and neatly arranged for the customers. I felt bad about being so rough on Jackie, but on the other hand, he did irritate me, and my quick temper didn’t exactly help the situation.

An hour later, I clocked out and went on home to my apartment and to my kitty, Wendy, who always loved me no matter what. I slipped my shoes off and laid my purse on the table and sat on the couch. Wendy jumped onto the couch with a purr, snuggling in my arms.

My sister was going to come over later. My sister, who was 22, married, and had a baby son, and here I was 24 and couldn’t even find a date. I hated to admit it, but I was one of those girls who needed a man. Or at least I felt like I needed a man. I called up my etiler escort sister and told her I was sick and that I wasn’t feeling well enough to see her and her family that night.

And, somehow, that wasn’t a total lie.

At 2 o’clock in the morning I woke up sick. I mean, really sick. I had diarrhea and was throwing up and feeling faint and nauseas. There was no way I was going to make it into work in the morning, so I called in sick. I didn’t know what was wrong with me – maybe food poisoning or maybe just something bad I had eaten. At 5 a.m., when it felt like I had gotten everything out of my system, I took a quick shower and went back to bed, shutting off my alarm clock.

At around 11 that morning, I woke up, feeling better, but with still a slight ache in my stomach. I put a movie in and settled into bed, watching my dvd.

About an hour later I heard a knock at the front door.

“Who is it?” I hollered from my bedroom.

I heard a muffled voice.

“Who?” I yelled again.

“It’s Jackie!” I heard him say.

I was surprised that he came over, but I hollered for him to come on in. I didn’t dare get out of bed – I was in a comfortable position, and didn’t want to risk getting sick again.

Jackie came into my bedroom with a bag, “I hope you don’t mind me coming over, but I was on my lunch break, and the boss told me you had a sick stomach.”

I smiled, “Thank you for coming by, I really appreciate it.”

He sat at the side of my bed and opened up the bag he had brought, “I brought you some Sprite, you know, something that’ll be easy on your stomach and I brought you some crackers and a magazine and a crossword puzzle book.”

Tears came to my eyes. I was so touched that he’d spend the time to come over and visit me and think of me that he’d bring me these things.

“Thank you so much Jackie, this is so sweet of you,” I said.

“It’s no problem – would you like some pop and crackers now?”

I nodded, “Yes, please.”

He got up and put a few bottles of Sprite in the fridge, and came in with a bottle of Sprite and a plate of crackers for me. I thanked him again.

“Well, I figured if I did this, you’d forgive me about yesterday,” he smiled.

I blushed, “I’m sorry I got mad at you.”

“It’s that darn temper of yours, woman. Somebody says something and you turn into flames,” he laughed.

I giggled, “I guess so. I’m sorry. Thank you so much for all this stuff. Not even my sister would come over and visit me when she heard I was sick. I wasn’t sick at the time I had called her, mind you, but her effort would’ve beyoğlu escort been nice.”

He nodded, “I know how it is.”

Tears gently slid down my cheeks, “She’s got a family of her own already. She’s only 22 and she has a husband, a house, and a baby son. And I can’t even get anybody to go out with me.”

“Have you ever asked a guy out?” he asked.

“No. I want them to come to me.”

He laughed, “Honey, sometimes you have to be the aggressor with men. Sweetie, you’re just going through a dry period right now – it happens to everybody. You are one of the prettiest girls I know; you’re a minx and you know it.”

I sniffled, “Really?”

He chuckled again, “Of course.”

I laid my pale hand on his large, dark hand. He looked into my eyes, like he wanted to kiss me.

I nodded, “You can, if you want to.”

He leaned down and we had our first kiss. It was close-mouthed and not passionate or sexy, just a nice, gentle kiss.

I batted my eyelashes at him, “Thank you.”

We made chit-chat and pretty soon it was time for him to get back to work. We said good-bye with an affectionate hug, and he left, wishing me to get well soon. I continued watching my movie, but my mind wasn’t really on it. Never before had Jackie and I kissed or hugged – my touching him was so electric, and so reassuring at the same time. I started to cry – no one would’ve even bothered to see me while I was sick, not even any of my ex-boyfriends. Jackie was one of the greatest men I knew, and I knew I was falling for him.

I slept until the evening time, when I got sick again, and did some of my puzzles in crossword book. I soon fell asleep again. I woke up again the next morning at 4 o’clock. I was feeling back to normal and decided, unfortunately, that I’d have to return to work that day. I didn’t have to be in to work till 8 o’clock, but I decided to shower and get ready then, as I hated getting ready for work, and just wanted to get it over with.

As I drove to work, I felt a little nervous. This whole thing with Jackie felt new and exciting, at least to me, and I wasn’t really sure how to approach the situation. Did he want a relationship with me or was he just being affectionate? If we started dating, would we get in trouble? I wasn’t sure if the company would approve of two associates dating.

I didn’t see Jackie that today until our lunch hour, as he was late in coming to work. For our lunch hour, we decided to go to McDonald’s, which wasn’t unusual for us. We sat across from each, but things didn’t seem to be quite the same. We didn’t seem to be as talkative, halkalı escort but we looked at each other more. I wanted him and I think he wanted me, but I wasn’t sure. I wanted to sleep with this strong, handsome, black man.

We left McDonald’s and walked to his car. He reached for his car door, but I stood in front of him, “Jackie, kiss me. Kiss me again.”

He took me in his strong arms and I stood there, helplessly kissing him back. They were deep, passionate kisses. I needed it so badly and I could tell he did too. He stopped, out of breath, “Baby, after work. Around 5 o’clock?”

I nodded, “Yes, my place.”

The work day went so slow, but it finally ended at 4 o’clock. I hurried home to shower and put on my bathrobe. At 5 o’clock exactly, I heard a knock at the door.

I answered the door, “Hi Jackie,” I said with a smile.

“Hello,” he grinned. He shut the door behind him.

I kissed him deeply and started to unbuckle his pants, but stopped and lead him to my bedroom. We stood in front of the bed. He untied my bathrobe and slid it over my shoulders, my bare, naked, pale body in front of his. I took his shirt off.

He held my face in his hands, “You look so sexy baby.”

I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down with his shorts, I kneeled in front of him. His cock was so big. I had heard that myth about black men and it looked like, in Jackie’s case, it was true. He must’ve been 9 inches. I wrapped my lips around his cock and looked up at him with big eyes.

“Jesus, yes baby. Blow me, oh god yes, blow me,” he combed his fingers through my hair. “I know it’s big baby….Oh that’s it, you’re doing so good.”

His cock was big and hard and erect. I gently pushed him back on the bed and spread my legs over his cock, my bald, pink little pussy, over his dark cock. I eased myself onto his cock and shrieked a little bit at the pain. His cock was very big. I sat on him for a moment and then started to ride him. We both moaned loudly. The light from the evening came through the slits in the blinds, which was otherwise dark.

“God, you’re so big,” I moaned. I rode him faster, “Such a nice big dick you have baby.”

“Fuck, yesss, ride it. Ride it you little tart,” he started to fondle my small breasts. “Oh baby.”

I stopped and started to quiver, cumming all over his cock. He groaned when he felt this and started to cum, spurting stream after stream into my wet little cunt.

“Fuck yes,” I sighed. “Cum for me Jackie.”

After he was done cumming, I slid off his cock and snuggled up to him. It was sexy to think of how we looked – my small, pearl body, against his big, black body. We were French kissing again. He was one of the best lovers I’d had.

While we were necking, I had the courage to tell him that I loved him. He said he loved me too. It made me horny to hear him say that and we made love until the middle of the night came.

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His hands roamed over her mound and as he approached paradise he could feel the heat escaping her body. He rubbed her clit for a moment and then slid two fingers easily into her wetness. She arched her hips slightly and the tiniest of moans escaped her lips. Her own hands squeezed her breasts and she slid a hand down beyond her flat belly and rested it on top of his hand, gently pushing him deeper with the ulterior motive of not allowing him to withdraw from her body.

He worked himself in and out of her, spreading his fingers as her hand moved with his. He was excited and her motions only added to his lust as his hard dick flinched involuntarily with his burning passion to be inside of her.

Unable to contain himself any longer he spoke for the first time since they entered her hotel room; “I want to fuck you.”

In the darkness he didn’t see her as she caught her breath but he felt her hand as it left his and searched for his dick. He heard her gasp as she closed her hands around his thickness. He smiled. He loved it when women realized just how big he was. Not just long, but his thickness was something many women had not experienced as well and he flexed as she squeezed him. He felt her as she silently tugged at him, to guide him between her legs.

She looked at him as he moved over her. His body was so black. As black as coal was how he put it. She had never had sex with a black man before and she was nervous despite her arousal. Truthfully it was his size that had caught her attention and she was almost embarrassed with herself at the pure lust that had captured her when he whispered how big he was in her ear back in the bar.

She never once gave thought to the boldness of him telling her or the fact that an hour ago she had never seen him before. All she knew was she wanted to feel that; to experience that. She had been with men with some size before but never one like this. She had resisted his efforts to get her to take him into her mouth out of simple fear of not being able to get even his head into her. Now, as she opened her legs she shuddered, but out of what? Fear or lust she didn’t know and as her mind screamed no, her body begged yes and she didn’t care why she felt this way, she just wanted to feel him inside of her.

The moon broke free of the clouds and its harvest light shone through the open curtains and she saw him clearly as he positioned himself to enter her. He was looking down and as she caught that brief glimpse of his body in contrast to hers she realized just how dark he was and the adrenaline rushed through her body at the taboo of what she was about to do. Or what he was about to do to her.

He positioned himself perfectly and she felt him as he pressed against her. She tensed; fear flooding her body at everything this moment represented: the taboo, the size of him and the sensation of going from thinking about this, to wanting this to accepting this to needing this. All these thoughts flashed through her mind in a instant as he pushed himself into her and with a shock and a moments flash of conflict he was inside of her and she could feel her pussy as it squeezed itself around him, urging him into her overpowering desires.

He pushed himself deeper and her body rose up in protest as he reached for places no man had ever been before. He slid his hands around her hips as she lifted herself and catching her he latched on to her and held her in place as he pushed into the wetness that surrounded his manhood.

The feeling of her tightness spurred him on but he tried to be gentle, knowing many women had never had anything like him inside their bodies before. But he was losing the fight simply because she was squeezing him and he felt her as she fired all those special muscles that wrapped him up like a blanket. Finally he reached the spot where her resistance would require some effort and he turned to look down at their union. “Almost there baby,” he whispered to her.

She watched him in the flickering maslak escort fading candlelight, wishing the moon would break free again or that she had left a light on. She desperately wanted to see what he looked like inside of her.

“Do it, please give it all to me,” Her words surprised even her but she wanted him, wanted to feel all he had to offer her as she felt a climax building.

He grasped at her hips as he locked her in place and she suspected, correctly it would turn out, that she would have bruises there… With her body held in place he rose up and pushed himself into her forcing past her resistance. When her hips rose and she tried to pull away he held her in place; pushing and suddenly he was there and he watched as the remaining inches of his dick disappeared into her willing body.

He missed the fact that as he reached nirvana she came. But not knowing and destroying the moment were two different things. He knew from experience that if he pulled back any she might not let him back in all the way. Or she might not be able to let him back in all the way so he stayed in place and just flexed and moved his hips around. It was perfect for her orgasm and she closed her eyes and squeezed her muscles as they hardened and her body tensed and clamping her legs around his back as she began to lightly shake as the bolts of electricity rushed through her nervous system.

As her orgasm began to wane he began to move, to pump into her. Harsh light flashed through her closed eyes as he did and she felt every fiber of her pussy as it moved with him, or resisted him in the perfect places as she felt him filling her yet again. She opened her eyes to see him over her; up on his hands arms extended. She realized then how tall he was as his head was past hers and she had to look up to see his eyes. His hips moved to some rhythm inside his mind and she struggled to match it as he picked up his pace. He began to withdrawal more and then thrust in and she felt every inch of every stroke of him.

As she became more accustomed to him and his size he began to move easier and therefore faster. Her hips were moving with him and then her whole body began to move up and down as he pushed into and out of her, he had not once totally withdrawn and the depth of his strokes were beginning to move her up the bed. She put her hands up to keep her head off the headboard and he rose up grabbing her waist and without withdrawing pulled her back down the bed. She laughed at the kindness of not banging her into the headboard and he responded by moving harder and faster as he thrust into her.

He changed his strokes to hard rapid thrusts that shook the bed and she was unable to match his intensity. A small moan began to escape her lips and as he powered into her it built up into a steady sound that spurred him on; faster and harder until it became something that left her unable to match him and her body just gave up all resistance and moved only as he moved her.

His body slapped at hers as he reached full depth with his thrusts and she knew she was once again moving toward the headboard. He moved to lift her legs up but she resisted, trying to pull away, knowing that position would give him access that she feared might split her in two so powerful were his thrusts. Her moans had turned into gasps and an uncontrollable panting as she tried to speak but was unable. He was like a machine and the more noise she made and the more she tried to get away the harder and faster he went. Unable to take it any longer she moved her hands to his chest to try to control the depths of his thrusts. Her fingers splayed open across him and she saw once again the color contrast; her Irish white skin against the black of his chest and the thoughts of the taboo and the forbidden lusts combined to force another rush of adrenaline through her body.

The moon escaped the clouds at that moment and the contrast was clear, his face, his body, the feel of him as ataköy escort he penetrated her so completely, No violated her! Her mind screamed and she shuddered into her second orgasm of the night.

This one he recognized and he lifted himself up higher forcing her hips up and he rose up to his toes and pushed himself deeper into her and once in flexed himself and then pulled away only to quickly push back down into her. He moved harder now and with her hips slightly upturned his body pounded against hers. Her clit, swollen from the rush of adrenaline, sparked to his touch as her orgasm continued to race through her body.

As her muscles tightened she began to pour out her wetness over him to such a degree that it escaped around him and flooded their union and her legs. She began to moan and cry out in a song of pleasure that continued for minutes as he repeated his hard slow strokes making full body contact until at last her body collapsed to the bed totally spent, sweat covering her as a fine mist.

He thought she had passed out for a moment until she moved her hips to escape him. He tried again to lift her legs but she startled him by whispering “No. I can’t take that. Slow down, come here,” as she pulled his head down toward hers.

He came down to her then, resting himself on his elbows. She wanted the full contact of his skin against hers and as she slid her hands up over his back she pulled him down further until he relaxed and suddenly she felt his body pressing against her. Like all men his inner sense of chivalry prevented him from collapsing completely on top of her so she left it alone. His chest still pressed against her breasts and she felt the beads of sweat from his body as they mingled with hers. He had almost stopped his thrusts as he sought a position comfortable to both of them but it didn’t matter, she felt him as deep inside of her now as she did before.

She looked at him but his head was turned away from her as his hips were moving again. She wanted to see his face and slid her hands from his back to his head and guided him to her. He didn’t resist but rose up a notch where their eyes met. Between the dark room and the blackness of his skin his eyes seemed to glow and she pulled his head just a touch and he lowered to her waiting mouth. Her lust relaxed slightly only to be replaced with a deep passion as her lips pressed against him and her tongue searched his open mouth.

She held him in that position; on top of her unmoving, buried inside of her, as their bodies relaxed until his needs began to feed him again and finally he pushed himself up a touch. Eyes locked again she finally gave in to the inevitable and she whispered to him “Fuck me hard.”

He hesitated only a second and that just to allow him to see her face as she said it. He twitched inside of her and heard her gasp as he rose up and pushed himself away and reached once again for her legs. This time she didn’t resist and he swung them over his shoulders and lifted himself to his knees and slowly, painfully slowly began to move inside of her again. He moved in deep full strokes now as he wanted to hear her beg him again. He had gotten what he wanted; this sharp looking professional woman lying underneath him. And he knew he had pleased her. He had felt her violent orgasm. Not knowing he had made her cum twice he was never the less pleased with the intensity of the one he knew she had experienced.

Now he wanted this moment to be about him. Not knowing for her it had always been about him. She had given in to his advances out of more than just lust or the curiosity of wondering if what she had heard was true. Out of some sense of… what? She was afraid to admit or even entertain that thought as she watched him begin to drive into her again.

She had been shocked by his size and how he worked himself. How he handled her, like a, like a what, she wondered yet again… As he quickened his pace once more her body moved with çapa escort him and she thought about how he was fucking her, how he had fucked her. She wasn’t a virgin and had had a few really talented lovers so what made him different?

She watched him as he closed his eyes and began to lean over her. He grunted and she had to catch a breath as he began to move hard again, competently changing up his motions and she knew this would hurt so right.

Suddenly it came to her trained mind. Of course, she was a doctor, a shrink, she giggled silently. How had she not seen this? To her it was the fulfillment, maybe, of a secret taboo, something so wrong, so bad; so forbidden. It was like a junkie sneaking away for a fix of something new. For him it was some kind of conquest. She was white and he was black. He saw life differently than she did; she was the white man’s woman. She recalled telling him she was married, it was a lie to scare him off but all that did was make him try harder to get her. She saw it now…

She thought about this unexpected revelation for a minute as he moved harder and her thoughts became clouded with the feeling swelling up inside of her body. She realized that she was also pushing these thoughts herself. Her mind, what she considered her greatest sex organ, was working overtime now with these feelings. These realizations and their mental thoughts, hers and what she suddenly knew had to be his, were driving her lusts toward something new. And if she was doing it to herself, he must be too! Then the light flashed on and she knew what he wanted. What he had to have to complete his conquest. Her journey to this forbidden pleasure had been wicked, violent and draining and now she knew he needed something too.

The surprise she felt of grasping his thoughts on fucking her was over shadowed by the shock of what she did next: Watching him as he was moving inside of her she spoke to him in a voice she didn’t recognize: “Fuck me you bastard. You black bastard mother fucker. Fuck my white pussy!” It came out in a hiss of a whisper but it made its mark and she saw his eyes open and he stared down into her face.

His mouth clinched tight and he moved a touch faster. She knew it then, saw it, he was about to cum and she knew she had to give him what he needed, what he had to have to fulfill his half of the taboo of an interracial union. She reached for his ass, grasping him, squeezing him, pushing him into her. She spoke again: “That’s right baby, fuck me, harder, harder!” She wanted to say more, to be really nasty and she suspected he would have enjoyed it and responded to it, but she was unable to bring herself to cross that line so forbidden to her was that taboo…

He pushed himself up higher on his outstretched arms and his hips staggered and she squeezed, digging her nails into his ass as suddenly she knew he was there, he was going to cum inside of her. That’s what he needed! That’s what he had to have for his half of this bargain, his half of the conquest. He grunted and his voice blasted from his clinched mouth; “Ahh fuck, I’m cuming baby! Oh Fuck… damn…”

She squeezed him harder and rode him as he thrust inside of her, his powerful body tense as he completed the actions his lusts demanded. She tried to watch his face, to gauge his response to her allowing him to finish this way when she realized that he would never see it as her allowing him to cum inside of her, but as him taking what he demanded. That realization intertwined with her mental image of this black man as he poured his cum inside of her caused her to climax in an orgasm that made the other two look tame by comparison…

When she awoke she startled at the realization that she had been sleeping. She looked around and steadied on the clock: 4:30 in the morning. She sat up, aware that she was alone. Was that a dream? Her mind flashed for only a second. Her body answered no as she felt the soreness in places not used to being abused in that manner. She dropped back down into the bed and began to think about the bar where she met him. She smiled and ran her hands over her body shuddering at the sensations. She stretched and felt the stiffness and sighed into the darkness as her hand slid down between her legs: No it wasn’t a dream…

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In the pitch-black bedroom, Amy stared at the spot where she had set her phone. She couldn’t see it, but she couldn’t get it off her mind. She had made an excuse about being too tired when Trent had wanted to have sex earlier. That was two hours ago, and she hadn’t even closed her eyes.

The truth was, the thought of having sex with her husband was starting to turn Amy off. She loved him, of course, but compared to the men she was fantasizing about, he just seemed so average, so vanilla. And the black dildo she had been using the past two days had given her more intense orgasms than she had ever experienced with him.

Then there was the text. Treyvon, the black man Amy had flirted with at work, had found her phone and added himself to her contacts. “Whenever you’re ready,” the text had said. What did that mean? Had he looked through her photos and seen the photoshopped pictures of her with black men? Did he think they were real, that she was some kind of slut? Also, why did that turn her on so much? She was half afraid, half hoping her phone would light up with a text from him. Twice she had typed a message, asking what he meant, but she couldn’t bring herself to send it.

Meanwhile, as she lay there thinking about it, Amy’s pussy was on fire. She had already masturbated to black men three times that day, but not since she had seen the text. With her kids and husband home, she couldn’t get any privacy. “Now they are all asleep,” she thought. She really wanted to watch the Jackson Hammer DVD she bought, and use her dildo, but she was afraid that would wake everyone up.

Amy picked up her phone and opened her interracial website. She had already seen all of Jackson’s movies on the site, but she scrolled back through some of the older videos. She skipped past a couple that ended with facial cumshots. She liked to see the black cock cum inside the girl at the end.

“This looks promising,” she thought, clicking on a video featuring a brunette girl. The black guy was much better looking than Jackson, with a well-muscled build. Amy was slightly disappointed to see that his cock, while twice the size of her husband’s, wasn’t as big as Jackson’s.

The scene started with the girl getting down on her knees to suck the black man’s dick. Amy went to slide her usual three fingers into her pussy, and was surprised to find that they were no longer enough to fill her. “My dildo must really be stretching me out,” she thought as she slipped a fourth finger in. Her pussy full once more, she began to pump her fingers in and out.

“Your black cock is so huge,” the girl was saying. She held it with both hands and put it against the side of her face. “It’s almost bigger than my head.” Amy pulled out one of her big tits and pinched her nipple, rolling it between two fingers. She moaned, and her husband stirred next to her. She quickly paused the video and stayed still, her fingers still inside her soaking wet pussy.

Trent turned over and continued to snore. Amy pressed play again and started moving her fingers again. The girl was now riding the black dick, her ass jiggling each time she thrust her hips down on it. Amy licked her lips as she watched the fat black shaft disappear inside the girl’s pussy. Her fingers matched the pace of the couple on the screen. She could feel her orgasm approaching, but too slowly.

Amy knew what would make her cum. She skipped the video forward to the last few minutes. The girl was screaming, “Yes! Give it to me! Cum inside me! Fill my tiny white pussy with your cum!” The black man needed no more encouragement. Amy could see his balls tense up and release as he flooded the girl’s pussy with his seed. Her other hand flew from her tits to her clit, rubbing it furiously. Her eyes were riveted to the black cock as it pulsated inside the girl, blasting jet after jet of cum into her womb.

The girl continued trying to ride the black man’s dick, even after it finally stopped cumming. His cock started to go soft, and slipped out of the her pussy. As it slid out, it was followed by a torrent of white cum which dripped down the girl’s pussy lips onto the man’s body. The girl immediately slid down and began lapping it up.

The sight of the girl licking the black man’s cum from his rock hard abs after it had just dripped out of her own pussy was what pushed Amy over the edge. She wanted so badly to make herself squirt, her fingers reaching inside herself as deep as they would go, but she somehow knew it wouldn’t be enough. She needed her dildo, but it was hidden safely away in her underwear drawer at that moment. Her pussy tightened around her fingers as she came, thrashing in her bed. She desperately tried not to cry out, but a low, throaty moan escaped her lips as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

“Babe, you ok?” her husband’s sleepy voice came.

“I’m fine,” Amy snapped, determined not to let him ruin her orgasm. “Go back to sleep.” She tried to lay as still as possible, her hands clamped between her thighs. bayrampaşa escort After another moment or two the waves of pleasure subsided, and she glanced over. Her husband was fast asleep. Her phone was lying between them, the screen still lit up with the final few seconds of the video, the image of the fat black cock in the girl’s hand frozen on the display.

She had gotten lucky, Amy thought as she licked her cum from her fingers. Her husband had almost caught her masturbating to interracial porn. Worse, it was after she had told him she was too tired for sex. “I need to be careful next time,” she thought, and smiled to herself. Here it was, not two minutes after bringing herself off, and she was already planning the next time she would masturbate to black cocks.

Her lust sated for the moment, Amy finally drifted off to sleep. Her usual dreams of having sex with random black men played out in her mind. They had become increasingly vivid over the past few days, as she had been watching so much porn. When she awoke the next morning, her panties were drenched, as usual. Her husband had gone to work early again, and she had the day off from the coffee shop. That meant that after she got the kids off to school, she would have at least eight glorious hours to herself that day. She had no illusions about how she would be spending that time. Her nipples stiffened in anticipation as she realized she would finally be able to watch her Jackson Hammer DVD.

Amy dressed in her bathrobe and made a quick breakfast. After they had eaten, she rushed the kids out the door and onto the school bus. When she was alone, she dug her massive black dildo and the DVD out from the bottom of her underwear drawer. She drew the blinds in the living room and inserted the DVD into the player. When the menu came up, she tossed her robe onto the couch next to her and peeled off her sticky panties, exposing her wet pussy.

Amy pressed play on the first scene and lined up the enormous black dildo with her drooling slit. Again she was surprised at the relative ease at which she was able to make it go inside her. The scene set up with Jackson Hammer as a rapper, and the girl as a fan getting called backstage. She was a tall blonde with a nice round ass that Amy couldn’t wait to see bounce on the fat black shaft.

“Oh my god, your cock is huge,” the girl said as she pulled it out of his pants. “It’s the biggest black cock I’ve ever seen!”

“You and me both, sister,” thought Amy as she began sliding the black dildo in and out of her pussy. She loved the feeling of it stretching her out, and the thought of it ruining her for white men drove her wild.

“I want your big black cock in my mouth,” the girl said as she dropped to her knees. Her mouth engulfed the immense dick as she started sucking, choking herself as she tried to get as much of it down her throat as she could. Amy pumped the dildo into herself with both hands. Every time she used it, she was able to fit more of the black shaft inside her.

Outside, Amy heard the sound of a jackhammer start up. Apparently they were doing road work on her street that day. Annoyed, she turned up the volume.

“God, you have such a beautiful big black cock,” the blonde was saying.

“Fourteen inches,” Jackson told her.

“Mmm, I can tell.”

“That’s ten,” he said as the girl planted a kiss on his shaft. “Twelve, thirteen, and that’s fourteen,” he continued as she flicked her tongue out over the top of his black dick. Amy plunged the dildo as deep as it would go and held it there. She pinched her nipples with her other hand as she watched the girl suck the huge cock.

“I want to feel your cock inside me, every inch,” she said.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Jackson answered as he lined up his cock between her legs. He pushed it forward and penetrated her as she squealed in ecstasy. Her pussy lips stretched around the giant dick as he pushed it inside. Both of Amy’s hands squeezed her big tits as she tried holding the dildo inside with just her pussy.

Suddenly the screen flicked off. Frustrated, Amy stood up and let the dildo fall from her pussy. She tried the TV remote, and then the DVD player, but nothing happened. Then she noticed the ceiling fan slowing down. The power must have gone out.

There was a knock at her front door. Amy panicked as she threw on her bathrobe. She kicked the dildo under the couch, leaving a sticky wet smear on the hardwood floor as it slid. She went to the door and looked through the peephole.

There was a black man standing on her front stoop. He was wearing a hard hat and an orange construction vest. Amy could see the shirt below was soaked through with sweat. He must have been part of the road crew she heard working earlier.

She jumped as the black man knocked again. “What could he want?” Amy wondered. She knew it was dangerous for her to open the door in her current state, but what could she do? It would beşiktaş escort be rude to ignore him, and what if it was about something important? She made up her mind and opened the door.

“Hello, Ma’am, my name’s Ray, and I’m with the city,” the black man said. We just wanted to apologize for knocking your power out and to let you know it should be back up shortly.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Amy answered. Ray was looking at her strangely. She noticed his eyes scan down across her body, and then look past her into her living room. She was suddenly very aware that she was extremely flushed, her hard nipples were visible through her thin robe, and the inside of her house smelled like her pussy. She glanced back at where the man was looking and was mortified to see the case for her interracial porn DVD sitting out in the open next to the TV.

“Well, I obviously interrupted something, so again, I’m sorry,” Ray said with a knowing grin that made Amy blush. “Before I get back to work, could I trouble you for a glass of water?”

Amy thought it would be rude to refuse him. “Sure, wait one minute and I’ll get you one,” she said. As she walked back to her kitchen she scooped up the DVD case and tossed it into a drawer. Her pussy was still soaking wet from watching her porn. Or was it from talking to the strange man at her door? Ray wasn’t particularly good looking, but he was tall, and muscular, and BLACK! She filled a glass for him and walked back towards the front entrance. Her pussy throbbed when she saw that Ray now inside her house. He had closed the door behind him and was walking towards the couch where she had kicked her dildo.

“H… here you go,” Amy stammered, handing him the glass. He accepted it and drained it in one go.

“Thanks, Ma’am,” Ray said, handing the empty glass back to her. She took it and set it on the armrest of the couch. She waited for him to leave, but he just stood there, staring at her. What was he doing? Why wasn’t he leaving?

He took a step closer to her. Amy backed away, the back of her legs hitting the couch. He took another step. He was so close now she could smell his sweat.

“You don’t need to settle for that toy, you know. I’ve got the real thing for you right here,” Ray whispered. Amy’s stomach flip-flopped. Was this really happening?

“I… I don’t know what you mean,” she squeaked, trying to take another step away and falling backwards onto the couch.

“I’m pretty sure you do,” Ray said, unbuckling his belt. He unzipped and pulled out his dick.

Amy’s mouth fell open as she saw the black cock. Flaccid, it was already bigger than her husband. She bit her lip and looked up at Ray.

“See, I knew you wanted a look,” he grinned. He took it in one hand and stroked it slowly. Amy watched it getting longer and stiffer. “What do you think?”

“It’s… big,” she answered. Her heart was pounding. A black man was in her living room with his cock out!

“Have you ever seen a black man’s cock in real life?” He asked, stroking it towards her face.

“No,” she lied. In fact, Amy had seen one yesterday in the stock room of the coffee shop, but she wasn’t about to tell that to some stranger.

“I bet it’s bigger than any dick you’ve ever seen,” Ray said. He was not wrong there. His cock was now hard, and she could see it had a good 3 inches on her husband’s dick. “You ever see anything like this, girl?”

“In… In movies,” Amy said. Her stomach was in knots. Ray’s hard black cock was inches from her face.

“Yeah, that’s right, girl. You like watching movies with black dicks, don’t you?” Ray stopped stroking and stood with his hands on his hips, his cock pointed between her eyes. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted. She could feel the heat coming off it.

“You like black dick, don’t you?”

“Yesss,” she whispered.

“You want to touch it,” Ray said.

“It wasn’t a question,” Amy realized. “He’s telling me. He knows.”

“You want to touch it,” he repeated, when she didn’t say anything.

“No, I… I can’t,” she stuttered.

Ray reached down and grabbed her hand. She tensed. He pulled it up towards his cock. Amy didn’t resist.

When her fingertips touched her first real black cock, she felt her pussy gush. Amy wrapped her hand around the shaft, feeling its hardness. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. Time seemed to slow down. She ran her fingers underneath Ray’s cock and felt his balls. “They’re full of cum,” she thought. “Black man’s cum.” She moved her hand back up and felt his dick throb as she brushed his head.

“Yeah, stroke it, girl. Stroke my cock,” Ray said as Amy’s hand explored his dick. She closed her hand around it and began moving it slowly. “That’s it, girl. Tell me you love it.”

Amy was so turned on by now that all of her shyness and embarrassment were gone. “I do! I love black cocks!” she admitted. Her free hand went under her robe and into her pussy. merter escort “Black cocks make my pussy wet! They make me cummmm…” A few seconds of rubbing was all it took for her to orgasm. She kept stroking Ray’s cock as she came, going faster now.

“Ray, where you at?” shouted a voice from outside.

“Oh, shit,” Ray swore. “The foreman. I gotta get back out there before I get fired.”

Amy didn’t want to let go of the black dick in her hand. She wanted to see it cum now. She needed to see it. She tore open her robe and exposed her big tits to Ray. “Cum for me!” she hissed. “Cum on these big white tits!”

“Ray, if you’re inside that house goofing off, I swear it’s your ass!”

Ray grunted as Amy could feel his cock twitch in her hand. She pointed it at her chest and slid her hand down to its base. A thick rope of cum erupted from the tip of his black cock and hit the side of her left breast. The next one splattered across her nipple. The last two didn’t have as much force and dribbled onto her hand.

As she released his cock, Ray was already pulling up his pants. He ran to the door and was gone without another word. Amy was in a trance. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. She had jacked off a black man in her own living room. His cum was drying on her tits. She knew she would have gone further with him, too.

Amy would have fucked the black stranger that had barged into her house and pulled out his dick. The thought terrified her. Who was she becoming? She suddenly felt dirty, and ran to the shower. As the water cascaded onto her, she thought of her husband. She loved Trent, and didn’t want to be unfaithful. She knew she was losing control of her black men fantasy, and if she didn’t change what she was doing now, she was going to do something she would regret.

After her shower, she boxed up her DVD and the dildo, and took them to the attic. That night, Amy had sex with her husband without thinking about black men. She had to fake her orgasm, but she was proud of herself nonetheless.

Her dreams did not relent, however. Black cocks floated through her mind all night as she slept. Amy awoke the next morning with her panties wet, as usual. She was determined not to give in, so she got ready for work without masturbating.

Her shift at work was uneventful. She avoided talking to Janice, not wanting to think about the scene she had witnessed the other day in the stock room. Treyvon did not stop in the shop that day.

The road crew was still out on the street when Amy got home from work. She didn’t see Ray with the rest of the men. “I wonder if he got fired?” she thought to herself.

For the next few days, things seemed to get easier for Amy. She didn’t see Ray at all, and the crew finished their work and moved on. Treyvon was missing from the coffee shop as well. At home, she immersed herself in housework and didn’t watch any porn or touch herself.

Amy and her husband had sex every night, but try as she might, she couldn’t cum. She had hoped that cutting out masturbation and porn would make it easier to reach orgasm with Trent, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. Every time they slept together, her release seemed farther and farther away.

Soon enough, it became more and more difficult for Amy to keep her mind off of black dick. Every night in her dreams she sucked and fucked countless black men, and every morning she woke with her pussy dripping. She was still resolved not to watch porn or play with herself, however, so her dissatisfaction grew.

It had been a week since Amy had jacked off Ray in her living room. The guilt and shame she felt after that incident was almost completely overshadowed by her frustration at not having had an orgasm since. As she cleaned the room, Amy found herself thinking about the feel of his hard cock in her hand, the contrast of its blackness against her pale skin, and the mingled scents of her pussy and his sweat. She was glad her dildo was put away in the attic, as her resolve seemed to be wavering.

Her phone buzzed on the end table. She had a text. As she saw who it was from, her heart skipped a beat. Treyvon was texting her.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, girl,” the message read.

Should she answer him? Amy didn’t know what to do. Her wet pussy ached, longing for a touch. “No,” she thought. “I need to ignore it.”

She turned it over and tried to keep her mind on cleaning. Her whole body seemed like it was electrified. She was very aware of the fabric of her panties rubbing against her mound, and of every jiggle her tits made each time she took a step.

The phone buzzed again. Amy ran back over to it and flipped it right side up. There was another text from Treyvon.

“Come on, I was only playing. Don’t be mad.”

Why did he think she was mad at him? Amy hated for people to think she was being rude. She decided to answer him.

“No, I’m not mad. I just didn’t know what to say. What did you mean, whenever I was ready?” she typed.

Treyvon’s reply came a few seconds later. “I saw your pics when I found your phone. I was just trying to figure out whose it was.”

Amy felt like she had just swallowed ice. He had seen her pictures. She had to be sure. “Which pics?” she asked.

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Good Lebanese girls don’t suck black dick, I silently told myself as I wrapped my lips around Gary Davilmar’s long and thick cock. Sitting on the bed, the burly young Haitian groaned in pleasure and ran his hand through my long, curly black hair. I looked up at Gary and he winked at me, silently urging me to continue. I’m already on my knees so I might as well finish what I started. I sucked Gary’s dick and licked his dark, hairy balls. He moaned softly, and told me to take it easy. I sometimes forget myself. It’s hard to suck dick when you wear braces but hey, a gal’s got to do what a gal’s got to do, right?

Just in case you’re wondering who this is, my name is Maya Suleiman, and I’m a Lebanese-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I study criminal justice at Carleton University, and hope to go to Law school someday. Oh, um, I’ve got a thing for black guys, especially the ones from the Caribbean because here in Canada they’re the only ones daring enough to date us Middle-Eastern women. Black men from Africa are all too familiar with Arab racism and won’t dare flirt with an Arab woman for fear of Arab men’s reaction. Arab guys flip out when they see an Arab woman with a guy from another race or culture. And they absolutely hate seeing us Arab women with black guys most of all. I could care less. That’s why I am sucking Gary’s dick with gusto, polishing his cock with my mouth and tongue.

I sucked Gary’s dick until I could feel him beginning to shake, his knees quavered and his eyes widened. I knew he was about to cum long before he began shouting and moaning. I continued sucking him, not letting up until he gave it up. I wanted to feel his hot manly sperm all over my face. So to really drive him over the edge I slipped my finger up his ass, and just like I thought it would, he came right then and there. A lot of men refuse to admit it but the male G-spot in inside every man’s bum. Gary came, blasting his cum all over my face. I smiled as I felt a geyser of hot cum all over me.

Gary exhaled sharply, and looked at me, his eyes glazed over. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and smiled. How are you feeling? I asked Gary, smiling wickedly. Gary shook his head and told me he felt great, then he scooped me up in his arms. As Gary kissed me and began nibbling on my tits, I looked at our reflections in the bedroom mirror. How different we looked. Gary is six-foot-four, taksim escort dark-skinned and muscular. He’s built like a college football player even though he’s one of the most nerdy people I know. He studies civil engineering at the University of Ottawa. I’m five-foot-eight, busty, plump-bodied and big-bottomed. I’ve got black hair, bronze skin and pale brown eyes. Oh, and before I forget? I am GOOD in bed!

Gary sucks on the areola of my left breast and fondles my right tit with his right hand while his left hand spreads my plump thighs. I moaned softly as I felt Gary’s fingers slide into my pussy. I’m already wet, I got so excited sucking his dick and watching his body spasm with pleasure as I worked him over. Gary kisses his way down from my breasts, patting my round belly and making his way to my pelvic area. He spreads my thighs wide open, and teases my pussy lips with his tongue. I absolutely hate it when he teases me like this. Grabbing the silver crucifix hanging around his neck, I urge him to lick my damn pussy if he knows what’s good for him.

Gary grins wryly then goes to work on me. His mouth follows his agile fingers, fastening on my pussy lips. His tongue darts inside of me, twisting this way and that. I grab the back of his neck and press him against my mound, for I can’t get enough of what he’s doing to me. I shudder with pleasure all over as Gary’s fingers and tongue sent little shivers of pleasure deep inside of me. I feel my toes curling as Gary finally gets me, right in the sweet spot. Oh, yeah. That’s my spot. I tell Gary to keep working it and I want it faster and harder but the damn teaser slows down, tormenting me in the best AND worst way possible.

I grip the bed sheets, and spasm all over as the magic moment arrives at last. Finally, I cum, and it’s quick, violent, rough and hot all at once. In all the excitement, I absolutely lose control, my head actually bangs the bed post and my thrashing legs lash out, as I feel that sweet fire down below. I cry out in pleasure, swearing in every language I know, from the Arabic of my homeland to the French and English I learned at public schools in Ontario. I lie on the bed, and for a moment I am unsure where I am. Finally, my vision clears, and I look at Gary. My sexy Haitian stud kisses my lips, and gathers me into his arms.

I look into Gary’s eyes, and I see love, lust and fascination şişli escort there. I kiss him passionately, and reach for his member. All of a sudden I’ve got to have him inside of me. Gary doesn’t resist. He rolls a condom on his dick and slides it into my pussy. A sharp cry escapes my lips as he thrusts into me. This isn’t my first rough ride by any means. The myth of the chaste and repressed Arab woman is just that, a myth. I’ve been with plenty of men. Still, Gary is in a class by himself. When he makes love to me, he does so as if his life depends on it. He explores every inch of my flesh, and fucks me roughly or gently, depending on what I’m in the mood for. And he’s always passionate, whether he’s pounding my pussy with his dick like a hammer striking an anvil or making sweet love to me. He always gives it his all, and then some.

Much later, we lie in each other’s arms, our bodies glistening with sweat. I’m still awake but Gary is fast asleep. I look at him, and in the dim light of the moon, he looks so beautiful. Gently I run my index finger along his hairy chest. We definitely come from different worlds, though we’re both immigrants in Canada. I was born in the City of Baskinta, in a predominantly Christian area of Lebanon. My family lost a lot of people during the Christian/Muslim conflict in the Republic of Lebanon, that’s why my parents, Djohar and Aisha Suleiman came to Canada in 1989 with my brother Muhammad and me. I was two and my brother was one. Yep, I’m the daughter of refugees.

As for Gary, interestingly, his family left the Caribbean island of Haiti for similar reasons. His parents, Arthur and Michelle Davilmar were staunch supporters of the Duvalier regime and when that dictator fell, they left Haiti for the City of Montreal, province of Quebec. Gary was born in Quebec a year after his parents arrived in Canada. In the eyes of most Canadians, I am a “real Canadian” because I can pass for Italian. I don’t wear a hijab and nothing I do or say marks me as “Muslim” until someone asks for ID. Gary often tells me about the racism he experiences daily in Canada because he’s a black man. The fact that he’s a proud Christian in a country that’s increasingly worried about Muslim radicals has done nothing to deter the bigots who hate him for his skin tone.

We’re both products of our environments and cultures, I guess. I don’t remember Lebanon, though my parents nişantaşı escort speak of it fondly and I have no desire to return. I don’t want to see Sharia law being applied to nations in the West and I don’t get involved in Arab politics. If you were to ask me about Lebanon’s political situation today, I’d tell you that it’s better off with a Christian president. You can call me a traitor to my faith if you want, I don’t care. I practice my Muslim faith privately, since I’ve never really felt at home in Masjids. They’re too restrictive and too political for my liking. Don’t much care for the sexist and judgemental Imams either. Most of my friends at school are people from other religions. My fondness for wearing short skirts, drinking alcohol and partying hard don’t sit well with a lot of the Muslim students at school. Some of them even wear the burka, if you can believe that! And last but not least, I own a dog, a Pomeranian called Davy. Now you’ve seen everything!

I live in an apartment in the east end of Ottawa, far away from my parents, who are recently divorced but live in the same apartment building in Gatineau. My brother Muhammad lives in Orleans with his Somali girlfriend Zarah. He knows I like black men but doesn’t approve, yet sees absolutely nothing hypocritical in that. We don’t talk much because he’s a drunkard and a racist. He flunked out of Algonquin College, and can’t hold a job. Yeah, that’s my family. Welcome to my life, ladies and gentlemen. I haven’t told this to Gary but I honestly envy him. I’ve felt more welcome at his mostly black church the few times I visited it than at any Masjid where I’ve set foot. Goes to show you some of the key differences between our two faiths.

I honestly wish I could marry Gary, and become his wife. I want to bear his brats. I think they’d be beautiful. Sadly, I don’t think it’s meant to be. Gary is Christian and I am a Muslim. I would never ask Gary to convert to Islam because I know how much his Christian faith means to him. Also, I like that Gary is a Christian. He’s treated me far better than any of the men ( from my faith ) that I’ve dealt with. Even if he was a Muslim, my parents would never accept him because he is black and us Arabs are the most racist people in the world. Trust me, the Nazis got nothing on us. My people hate all non-Arabs but will deny it till kingdom come. It’s who we are, I guess. We deny that bigoted, intolerant preachers spur our young men to join radical movements and we deny that there is a lot of racism in Arab communities. Deny, deny, deny. It’s the Arab way. I close my eyes and fall asleep, letting my mind wander to dreamland, where anything is possible. For I know what my reality is and I hate it.

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