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Samantha could not believe her luck, a business trip to Grand Cayman in the Cayman Islands. Her normal days as an accounting controller was boring to most people. Just bookkeeping, this meant playing with the numbers until they looked good on their profit and loss statement to the shareholders. But with the economy as it was, finding a safe place to put your money was a challenge at best as there was nothing certain (besides gold, but that could even fall), so the company decided to put some of their money stashed away in a Cayman Islands bank for a rainy day, and they sent Samantha to go down and do the paperwork and close the deal.

As transactions went, it was pretty straight forward and Samantha had things wrapped up in one day and she still had 2 more days scheduled to be there, all on the company’s dime. She was staying at the Westin hotel on 7 mile beach, one of the nicest beaches in the Caribbean and a great resort to say the least. Having feeling satisfied she had done all she could for the deal, it was time to relax, and what better place to relax than by the pool, so off she went in her white bikini (with a red summer dress over it) to the pool which just so happens was right on the beach, the best of both worlds she thought.

Samantha had worked hard on her body, not so much to look good, but to reduce the stress from work. Sitting all day in front of a computer tweaking numbers did not do the body any good, so she worked out 4 days a week at the all-women’s gym near her office. It was a mix of aerobics, palates, jazzercise and some weights mixed in to keep her sane and her 40 year old body in what she considered good shape. Her black hair was below her shoulders, her 36D cup breasts were firm she thought, and her legs were very tone from all the exercise she did, not to mention the abs she had from the countless crunches and her ass was tight and firm.

Even though she had a good body, men never seemed to work out for her. The longest relationship she had ever been in was 1 year, and that ended with them never speaking to each other again, just like most of her boyfriends. Her family was starting to think that she was really a lesbian, but besides her being able to appreciate the female body for its beauty, she like to make love to men, even with all the problems that come with them.

Strolling down the pool, she chose a lounge chair that was not around anyone and started settling in for a quiet late afternoon. There was still plenty of sun, so she removed her sundress which caught the attention of at least a few men who were hanging around the pool looking to see just that, women in bikinis. After applying some sun screen, she got out her Kindle and lay down to enjoy the latest romance novel she was reading. It was her guilty pleasure to read stories of romance mixed with some eroticism, but wondered if they ever actually happened to real people, then again she thought, not much would happen when you spent your life in an office all day, so no wonder she never had any erotic things happened to her. All the guys in her office were accounting nerds and the ones at the bars were just creeps.

She looked up from her reading to see a man in his 20’s asking her something. As she left her fantasy world in her Kindle, she heard the man asking if she wanted something to drink. It was a waiter with a thick Jamaican accent. There had been a lot of Jamaicans here on Cayman as she learned from the bank she worked with that day and his accent was somewhat difficult to understand. “Something fruity” she asked him, and off he went to get her fruity drink.

This is the life she thought to herself, sun, water, warm weather, the only thing she had not liked so far was the traffic. There is only one main road on the West Side of Grand Cayman, and the traffic was horrible as it was the only road in town so to speak, but right now, the only traffic were the people who were waiting to get a drink, and she was looking forward to her fruity drink.

After 10 minutes, she looked up to see a man standing over her, but this was not the waiter with the Jamaican accent she had spoken with, this man was about 6 feet tall, with dirty blonde hair that looked to have been bleached by the sun, and a dark tan. Samantha sat up in her chair as the man handed her a red fruity drink. She said “Thank you”, and the tan man said, “I had to tip the waiter $20 to let me bring you this drink, for that may I know your name”? Now she was surprised and did not know what to say, who was this guy, and why in the world would he pay $20 to deliver her a drink? “Samantha”, she said. “Hello there Samantha, my name is Charles, it is a pleasure to meet you and I hope you enjoy this drink on me”.

She thanked him for the drink and there was a moment of silence and awkwardness as he looked at her and she looked at him. Finally she said “Join me for a drink”, why that came out of her mouth she had no idea, but she had said it so she figured she should at least have a drink with him. Charles sat down and immediately almanbahis şikayet the waiter appeared with a martini for him. That was nicely played she thought to herself.

Over the next hour they talked about each other, she told him about her world of accounting and how she was on the island to finalize a deal with her company and a local bank. He told her about how he had owned a beauty supply company that made high end hair shampoo, conditioners and the like that catered to women. After years of building the company, he had sold it and was now enjoying the fruits of his labor as he called it. She was intrigued when he said he was not staying at the hotel, but on his 60 foot yacht that was moored just off shore (he had to explain that in Cayman, you cannot anchor as that would damage the reef, so you tied your boat up to moorings that were installed by the government to help protect the reefs).

After the 3rd drink, she was feeling a little tipsy, but was really enjoying talking with this handsome successful man who sailed around the Caribbean in his yacht, no one like that ever bought her a drink at home in her local bar. Charles asked her if she would like to go for a walk on the beach, as the sun was just beginning to dip into the trees and the sun was fading. Enjoying the conversation so much, she said “Yes, I would love to join you for a walk on the beach”.

So she packed up her things and put her sundress back on and put her things in her bag and walked down to the water for a stroll on the beach with her handsome stranger. As they approached the water’s edge, she could now see his yacht moored off shore. It did look like a big boat, but then again she thought to herself, she had never really been on a boat before, let alone a yacht. The air was warm, and the water was barely cool as they walked north towards the Turtle Farm that she had read about in the promotional material in her room at the hotel.

It seemed like miles they had walked, but had only been about ½ mile when he suggested they turn around and head back as it was getting darker and the sun was setting. Charles life story seemed like one of those in her Kindle books, wealthy, successful, but had the tragedy of being widowed and had never had the good fortune of having kids. With every word he said, she could not wait for him to keep telling her all about his life’s accomplishments and failures.

Eventually they were back in front of the Westin hotel just as the sun was setting down below the water. They both stood there and silently watched the sun as it slowing melted into the ocean. Charles reached over and put his hand in hers, which made the moment that much better. Samantha felt like she was in one of her books as she had butterflies in her stomach and wondered what would happen next. Finally Charles asked her if she would like to join him on his yacht for a drink. “I don’t think I can swim all the way out there she said”, to which he just laughed and told her he had a dingy on the beach that would take them out to his yacht.

Normally Samantha would have said no, or maybe got his phone number, but she was on a Caribbean island and if she said goodbye to him right now, she thought she would never see him again, so she agreed to a cocktail on his yacht. They went off to his dingy and he dragged it back to the water, held her hand as she got in and he put the motor down, jumped in as he pushed it away from the beach. Starting up the engine, they sped through the water towards Charles’s yacht.

They reached the yacht and he tied up dingy to the swim platform and helped her up and onto the back of the boat that he explained was called the transom. The area was large and surrounded along the edges with padded bench seating and a bar in the middle. The yacht moved more than she thought it would for its size, but quickly got used to the gently swaying back and forth moment. She sat down on the starboard (right) side of the boat on one of the benches to relieve her legs from trying to keep up with the yachts moving.

Charles went to the bar and retrieved two glasses and a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator under the bar. Popping the cork, she watched it shoot over the ocean and see it drop in the water as it made a splash, but then floated back up as a cork should do. It was then that she first noticed the moon that had risen in the night sky. There was no need for lights to be on the boat as the almost full moon illuminated everything and she easily took the glass of champagne that Charles handed her.

They continued their conversation under the moonlit night and the lights of Grand Cayman twinkling on shore and once again thought to herself that she was in one of her romance books. Just as she finished her second glass of champagne, he took their glassed and set them back on the bar where they had come from, sat next to her and without saying a words, kissed her gently on the lips which to her surprise, she kissed him back.

It was a fantasy world as they kissed almanbahis canlı casino for what seemed like hours, until their mouths actually started to get tired. Finally they stopped kissing and sat there a few moment not saying anything to each other. Then Charles took his hand and slid her sundress off one of her shoulders. She was not sure what to do, but did not want the night to end so she let him slide her sundress off her other shoulder. Her white bikini shone in the moonlight and was in contrast with her black shiny hair.

Charles reached behind neck and slowly pulled her the string on her biking as the spaghetti straps fell in front of her. Without that support, her breast became more free a fell ever so slightly, but her firm breasts did not need her bikini to keep them held up and stayed up on their own. He now moved his hand behind her back and again slowly pulled at the back of her bikini strings until the loop unfastened and he pulled his hand back holding her bikini top in his hand which he then tossed onto the bar.

Fantasy was meeting reality she thought to herself as she sat next to him topless in the tropical warm night air. In a quick moment she asked herself if she should grab her top and ask him to take her back to the beach, then his hands reached up and cupped her breasts ever so gently. Any thought of leaving quickly left as she felt his warm hands on her tits as he slowly massaged them. His fingers then slid to the end of her breasts to find her erect nipples which he then began to close his fingers around and squeeze them.

Her nipples were on fire as he squeezed softly, but then a little harder, just at the point she liked her nipples to be squeezed and she let out a long breath. Charles seemed to be enjoying this as well and did not rush the moment. He firmly held her nipples between his fingers for a few minutes until he felt her body shake, then released her nipples, and put his mouth on one of her nipples. He did not suck on her nipple (at least not at first), instead he flicked his tongue around it, then moved over to her other nipple to repeat his tongue twirling.

Samantha loved to have her breasts played with, and Charles was doing it just as she liked, soft, then firm, then some teasing. He then lifted her up to her feet, and pulled her sundress down around her ankles, then picked it up and threw it on the bar to join her bikini top. Then inserting a finger on each side of her bikini bottoms, he pulled them down around her ankles and she stepped out again and he tossed it with the rest of her clothes on the bar.

Charles sat there and enjoyed what he saw, Samantha was a beautiful woman, her breasts glistened in the moonlight and he saw that she had a little landing strip of hair just above her pussy, and that was all. While she stood there in front of him, he slid both of his hands up the inside of her legs, starting at her feet, moving north past her knees until they came to that point between her legs, which he instantly felt the wetness on his fingers. He took one finger and slowly moved it up and down her lips, once he felt his finger was completely wet, he inserted it into her pussy and she gasped.

The yacht then moved a bit and she found herself sitting back down looking right at Charles while one of his fingers was half way into her pussy. That is when she realized that he was still fully dressed. She felt strange being completely naked in front of a man who was caressing her body and just beginning to finger her pussy. “You seem overdressed” she told him, “Indeed I am” he responded and then stood up and began to take off his shirt which he tossed onto the growing pile of clothes on the bar.

His chest was fit and tan, with just a little hair which also seem to be bleached by the sun. She was looking at the bulge in his pants that was just a foot in front of her face. He undid he belt, unclasped his shorts, and slowly pulled the zipper down. As his shorts hit the deck, he flipped their last piece of clothing on the bar and she found herself starring directly at what had to be one of the largest cocks she had ever seen. 9 or so inches long she guessed and reasonably thick and it was sticking straight up at her. She noticed that he was shaven, or at least did not have much hair around his big dick. Reaching up with her hand, she cupped his balls to feel that there was no hair at all on them, then moved her hand up and around the base of his shaft.

His cocked twitched as she held it and she looked up to see him looking down on her and smiling. She smiled back and then looked back to his big cock just inches from her face. Slowly she slid her hand up and down his hard dick and loved how it felt around her fingers. Opening her mouth, she put her tongue out and gave the big head a lick, to which it responded with another twitch. Her lust took over as she opened her mouth wide as she figured she would have to, in order to put it in her mouth, then leaned forward and just as the head of his cock was entering almanbahis casino her mouth, he stopped and said “Ladies first”.

To say that she was disappointed somewhat was an understatement as it had been a long time since she had a dick in her mouth and much longer since she had actually wanted a dick in her mouth (sometimes she would give the obligatory blowjob when her boyfriend begged her to, but that was mostly it). She felt him guide her up so her knees were on the padded bench, and she was bent over the side of the boat while she was hanging onto the side. Charles grabbed a cushion and set it on the deck, then got on his knees which gave him a glories view of Samantha’s beautiful ass which was right in front of his face.

He lifted her ass a little, then moved his tongue so it could lick her pussy lips which he did. As he gently sucked on her pussy, she let out a little moan. Charles pulled his head back and said “You can make all the noise you want out here, let it out”. To Samantha’s surprise, she let out a loud moan as he went back to licking her pussy and added a finger to the fun and was massaging her clit much to her enjoyment. “Do you like me playing with your clit” he asked her, “oh yeah, play with my clit baby, I want to come sooo bad”, she replied. Who said that she thought to herself, which was not like her, but neither was being bent over a stranger’s yacht and having her clit rubbed just hours after meeting him.

His fingers were magic on her clit, she felt her real life erotic story coming to life and she was loving it. The whole scene of a Caribbean island, yacht, handsome stranger was everything she had dreamed of and more, although being bent over the side of the yacht was something she had never imagined, but it was working for her. Two fingers made their appearance at the entrance to her pussy, the two slowly made their journey deep inside her love canal and she let out another moan into the night air “That’s is sweetie, stick your fingers deep inside my little pussy”, she said and could not believe the words were coming from her mouth. This gave Charles encouragement to continue his intense attention he was giving her.

As his fingers worked her clit and pussy, he

put his tongue to her lips and began a slow long lick all the way up the crack of her ass until his tongue reached that taboo spot of her round little hole. When his tongue hit her little rosebud, she felt electricity shoot through her body and her eyes opened and looked at the large moon just beyond the dark horizon. This is new she thought to herself as no one had ever licked her asshole before and that area had always been off limits to her boyfriends. She was about to say something to Charles, like “stop that”, but as he continued to give her a rim job, some part of her actually enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on her asshole and another side, her fantasy side was enjoying the kinky aspect of having this rich, handsome man lick her there.

Charles paused from licking her little hole to begin more long slow licks up and down the crack of her ass from her pussy to her tight sphincter and even to the small of her back. Every time he reached her tight hole, her legs would quiver. He took the fingers that were massaging her clit, and moved them to where his tongue had been. With two fingers still probed her pussy, another started moving up and down her ass crack just as his tongue was just moment before. Samantha was in a daze with all this attention going on down there, more than she had ever had.

After a while, one of the fingers stopped right at the entrance to her virgin ass. It swirled around the rim for a minute, than she knew the real intention of his devilish little finger. She felt it slowly enter her asshole and she looked back at him to tell him she was not that kind of girl, but he stopped and said “let me get something to make this easier”. What the hell did that mean she thought, but at least his finger was not probing her ass, but then again, the two fingers that were in her pussy were out as well, and she missed them.

He had gone over to the bar, opened a drawer and came back with a bottle of sun tan lotion, and then she felt the lotion being dripped down her ass crack and quickly realized what he had in mind. His finger returned to her asshole and rubbed the lotion around, to which she was just about to tell him to stop, but paused for just a moment as the slippery feeling of the lotion and the finger playing around her hole gave her a wild sensation that made her curious as to what would happen, so she did not stop him.

The finger stopped right on her virgin hole and slowly entered her ass down to his first knuckle. The feeling was indescribable to her right then, a mixture of pressure, a tiny bit of pain, but a feeling like she had never ever felt. Then she felt him move behind her and wondered what in the world this erotic mystery man would do next. She did not have to wait long as she then felt the tip of his hard cock at the entrance to her extremely wet pussy. He pushed forward slightly and to her surprise, his large cock slid into her. It must have been all the time his fingers worked on her pussy and the clit massage that made her so wet, and now that made it easy for him to begin his journey inside of her.

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Between the age of 19 and 22, I had a girlfriend. We were our whole world for three years. She was a tomboyish girl, with a delicate face and bright blue eyes. Her hair changed several times, but it was always short, and always dyed (black, pink, blonde, blue). As you can guess from this description, she was just out of her adolescent goth phase, and remains for me the epitome of the “cute alt girl”. While we were together, the sex was always good but not great: we were still young, kind of shy about our desires, and we very rarely let go of our… restraint. Even if we could sense how we really wanted to play. Anyway, our relationship ended kind of badly, and I decided to stop having any contact with her for a while. Which ended up being three years, three years that changed us deeply. Mainly in the confidence department.

We met again by pure chance, at a party hosted by a friend we didn’t know we had in common. And even if I knew her at first sight, I also could tell that she was not the same. She had been trying to put her goth past behind her when we were together: she looked like she now embraced it totally. Her short hair was black and shaved on the sides, her makeup was heavy, and she wore a clinging black tanktop and short black shorts that emphasized her perky small boobs and her boyishly slim waist. She was absolutely gorgeous. I could sense that she had conquered the insecurities that had been the worst part of our relationship.

Of course, we ended up talking, surprisingly easily. Three years is a long time, and it seemed we agreed without words that it was all in the past, and that we could now begin to be… friends? Acquaintances? What do old lovers become? Anyway, we talked and drank a great deal, oblivious to the rest of the party. I could not believe how she had transitioned almanbahis from “cute” to “beautiful” so quickly. I was mesmerized. And the catching up was so much fun… She told me about the girls and boys she dated after me, and I told her about all the crazy girls I met after her. We enjoyed describing our experiences in details… So much that when everybody started leaving to catch the last train (the party was well away in the suburbs), she asked me if I wanted to come back to her place to continue our little chat. I honestly thought nothing of it, and as I was drunk and enjoying myself, I agreed.

She lived quite far, and it was a long train ride. That was when i started to sense that perhaps she didn’t want to only talk when we get to her flat… She started to get much more graphic about what she had discovered she enjoyed with a guy… and one of these things was anal. She had been adamant about the sanctity of her butt when we were together, so that really surprised me, and I told her. The mischievous smile I got in answer made my dick twitch. I started to hope I wasn’t misreading some signals.

I had my answer quite quickly. When we entered the tiny elevator in her building, squeezed against each other, there was a moment. Our eyes met, me looking down at her (I’m 1.95m/6.4 feet). And she just, so delicately, lifted her face to mine, reaching out on tiptoe. And we started making out even before we push the elevator button. Her kisses weren’t the shy light pecking I remembered, they were full and wet and hungry. And i wasn’t the awkward young guy I used to be, while I embraced her heatedly. We felt each other bodies like an old home that had been renovated, something that we knew well but that had changed so much it had the attraction of new.

After finally getting almanbahis yeni giriş the elevator and tumbling through her flat into her bed, we got down to real business. Undressing each other was a special treat… and I took my sweet time removing her tank top, her bra, kissing her on every inch of skin revealed, rediscovering her perfectly shaped perky tits and their little pink nipples, licking, eating them up. I knew that was something she liked, and that much hadn’t changed. While she laid down on the bed, I carefully started to kiss her lower and lower, running my tongue down her soft skin, until I reached her belly button, while I started gently taking hold of her throat. That was something I never did before. And by the moans she started to let out, she had discovered that she liked it, too. I removed her shorts quickly, but took my time with her black panties, running my hand over them, feeling the delicious moistness that had drenched them, still letting my tongue loose on her whole body, and holding her face to kiss her hard at intervals.

Before long, she was begging me. I removed the sopping wet garment, and plunged head first into her shaved, pink and dripping pussy. She gasped and moan like I never heard her before, squirming and saying my name over and over again, while I demonstrated to her how much I had learned over the years. When I started to use my fingers, exploring her wetness and, most importantly, also fingering the ass that had been forbidden to me, she really lost it. Especially as my grip on her throat got tighter… Her face contracted in pleasure as she yelled, she shook harder than I ever saw her shake, and I took in the beauty of her pleasure, smiling avidly, looming over her on my knees. I started to give more and more attentions to her asshole, that almanbahis giriş was loosening so fast under my juice drenched fingers I really could believe what she told me in the train… And that’s when she seized my hand, and looked at me with such an intense yearning my already rock hard dick turned to diamond. She said it…

“Fuck me… Fuck my ass…”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. She quickly took hold of her condoms and her bottle of lube, and tossed them to me, while she assumed the position, on all four, moaning…

“Please… come…”

I slapped a condom on and proceeded to drench her asshole in lube, going to work with my fingers… One, two fingers went in easily, while she started to rub her pussy and make strange whimper noises I never heard from her before. It was time. I went in. I don’t know if you ever experienced anal sex, but there is nothing quite like the moment when your dick penetrates someone’s asshole… And this pleasure was amplified by the fact that it was an ass that had been forbidden to me for so long. I started carefully… But she wouldn’t have that.

“Harder… please…”

Well I gave her harder. I jammed my whole dick in her ass, not too fast, but the whole length of it, and I kept it there for a time, moving my hips so she would really feel it inside her. She started to give these small yell, that was like half “yes”es. And then I started giving her wish: I fucked her ass. Hard. Harder than I ever fucked a girl. Until we both were slick with sweat and out of breath, until I felt her mouth dry when I put my pussy juice drenched fingers in it for her to suck, until I just had to fucking come or die trying. I bent over her panted in her ear “I want to come on you.” She looked at me, makeup running, and said “Yes! Come!” I took my dick out of her, ripped the condom off and let go on her ass, groaning deeply while she writhed and moaned, still rubbing her swollen pussy. I then dropped to her side, exhausted, my hand running up and down her body, while she collapsed against me.

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I can’t believe I’m doing this. In fact, I can’t believe I made this ridiculous bet in the first place. I’m flying across the country to perform fellatio and rim a man I’ve never seen, because he was able to beat me in a game of online poker. I must be out of my mind. Completely nuts.

The most bizarre part of this is that I could have backed out so easily. But I’ve never lied to you, and amongst everything else I am a woman of my word. Besides, deep down inside I am begging to meet you in person, so here we are.

I couldn’t tell anyone what I was up to. They’d have had me committed. The man next to me on the plane asks innocently, “Are you travelling for business?” Yeah, right, the filthiest business you could imagine.

Plane lands safely, and I grab a cab to the hotel. I wish I could take a shower. In addition to a terminal case of nerves, I’ve been in airports and planes for five hours, and I would really like to be clean when we finally do meet. Whatever possessed me to do this?

A deal’s a deal, however, and I’m here now. I go to the front desk.

“I believe you have a package for Claire?”

The clerk smiles and hands me a beautifully wrapped box from behind the counter. There’s an envelope attached. I move toward the elevators and open the envelope. Inside are 2 room keys and a note:

“I knew you would want to clean up. Use key

first. When you’re ready, use key

on the connecting door. Take your time. Wear the gift.”

What a man! He reads my mind. I go to the room, crawl out of my travel clothes and head for the shower. OH, wait – the box – what’s in the box? Ribbons and wrapping paper fly. Ohmigosh. It’s lovely. I’m so glad I will be clean when I put this on. It’s wonderful. I love it.

To the shower. Hot, hot water washing away all the travel. I tidy up the shaved places, wash my hair, get clean inside and out. I stand in the shower with the water running down my back, using a soothing body wash. Its herbal formula smells almanbahis şikayet wonderful, it’s so relaxing, and the texture is so smooth.

As I run the wash cloth under my breasts, I notice the white against my tan and think of your shirt. Of wearing your white shirt over nothing at all. And I think of what it will be like to have you in the shower with me, later. I finish the “cleaning” part of my shower and set the wash cloth aside.

I take more of the herbal wash straight onto my hands, close my eyes, and rub myself . Thinking of you – how close you are right now – just a connecting door away. Thinking how nice it will be to have you doing this for me, later. Thinking of your hands, wondering how they will feel.

Imagining you standing behind me, pressing against me under the hot water. Thinking of your stiff cock pressing against my slippery bottom. Imagining us playing under that hot stream of water. Having you fuck my ass like some kind of deranged animal, lost in lust. Soon, but not yet. First, there’s the bet to pay off.

My slick hands move down my body, touching myself. Teasing myself. Pinching my nipples. Rubbing myself. Sliding my fingers in and out. Feeling a different wetness. Getting ready for you.

Warm out of the shower, I dry my hair and pull it back softly. You’ll want it loose.

Light spray with the perfume. Touching my hair, the back of my neck, base of my throat, wrists, ankles, behind my knees, between my breasts, under my breasts, a dab at the base of my spine. I rub those places, to get the scent on my hands, and then stroke my pussy. Good thing we’ve determined that loves this stuff – if he were allergic, we’d have a big problem.

Breathe. Inhale…hold it…exhale…get grounded…get centered. This is it. This isn’t some nut case; I’ve got to know this man. Breathe. I put on his beautiful gift, step to the connecting door, and knock twice.

“Come in.”

My hand is shaking a bit as I slide the key almanbahis canlı casino into the lock, turn the knob, and open the door.

The room is dark. There’s a candle burning in the bathroom. I can see a bit of reflected light in the mirror.

“I’m over here. Did you have a nice shower?”

“Yes, thanks. It felt very good.”

“Time to pay up Claire.”

“Yes Sir. Where would you like me to begin?”

“I’ve been thinking about that. I think the magic spot. You’re written about it so well, I want to see whether you can really find it.”

He’s talking about his G Spot.

I follow your voice to the other side of the room. There’s just enough light to see the large pieces of furniture. You’re sitting in a big overstuffed chair, but I can’t make out your features. There’s a soft pillow on the floor between your legs.

“That’s nice. Thank you.”

I kneel on the pillow, untie the ribbon, shake my long hair loose and lean forward. Holding the arms of the chair, I look for you with my hair and my mouth, but not my hands. I sense your heat, I smell you. I feel my hair brush against something and follow with my mouth. It’s your thigh. Slowly I kiss my way closer, touching you only with my lips and the tip of my tongue. The hair on your leg tickles my nose. I pause.

You slide forward in the chair so that you’re more accessible. I press my nose against your balls and gently lick and kiss behind them, down that narrow line, up and down the magic road. I find the spot. You knew I would. Dancing tongue, drawing tiny circles, prodding gently. I can feel your muscles tighten.

I hear your breathing change. I feel movement against my forehead.

Moving away from the spot, I go south to that tight rosebud. We’ve written so many words about this, but you know I’ve never really done it. This is a first. Carefully, I taste each tiny ridge on the entry, then the tip of my tongue presses for admission. Slowly. Learning this whole almanbahis casino new place. Licking just inside, pressing the walls, feeling your muscle clamp around my tongue. Then moving further in.

Burying your hands in my hair, you press my face into you. I let go of the chair arms and fondle your balls. They’re so tight.

I press my head back against your hands to let you know I want to move. Nuzzle and lick my way back to your balls. Lick them, suck them. I hear you moan softly. You smell so good. I love that peppermint soap. Stroking your hot cock. Stroking it firmly… up, then softly over the thickened head, down; again and again, stroking up, across, and down. Firm and fast, while I gently suck your balls into my mouth.

Your cock is so thick, so stiff, so hot. It’s twitching, and slick at the tip. Time for me to finally meet your cock.

Teasing at first, playing little mouth games with the swollen head. Sucking it quickly in and out of my mouth, between tight lips. Tickling the tip with my tongue, probing gently at the slit.

Then diving to the root, sucking you to the back of my throat. My tongue running wild – up, down and around your stiff cock. Love feeling the pulse of your thick veins on my tongue.

“God, Claire, I didn’t know it could be like this.”

I slide one finger into your loosened asshole. I reach in, feeling the upper walls, tickling and finger fucking you as my mouth begins to inhale your cock deep into my throat simultaneously.

You naughty bastard. You love it. I love it.

You hold my head, rise from the chair, and lower me to the floor, never letting your cock leave my mouth or my finger exit your ass. On my back on the floor, you kneel above me and fuck my mouth. Hard. I’m almost choking, but I take it like the slut I truly am.

Faster. Harder. Deeper. Shooting into me. Cuming in waves down the back of my throat. Feeling my throat tighten around your cock as I swallow every bit of you. Your prostrate dances under my caress; I feel it pulse. Watching my hips buck off the floor as I cum from sucking you. You don’t have to fuck my pussy… fuck my mouth, and I’ll cum.

I lick my lips. “So, are we square?”

You smirk exactly the way I imagined you would.

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“G” and I had lived together for almost two years, and for the past three months, the relationship had been going downhill. Things just weren’t in sync. She zigged: I zagged. It was clear to both of us that this might be the end of our time together. After many long conversations and more than a few tears, we decided that our connection with each other and all our past memories were too much to give up on at this moment. We decided to start fresh, put whatever hurt we had behind us, and focus on the way things could change for the better. With both of us satisfied that the relationship could move forward from this point, the fog was lifting and our minds were free of stress able to enjoy each other again.

It had been over a month since we had any sort of sex, much less the hot and wild romps that were commonplace for a good part of our time together. I knew that she wanted things to be special for our new start, and she knew I just wanted to touch her hot, sexy body all over, and as soon as possible. So, I let her take the lead on when we would have sex again. It had been a couple of days since we had decided that we would start fresh, and we really seemed to be on the same page once again.

It was a Saturday and I was on the weekly trip to grocery store. When I returned, Gretchen wasn’t downstairs, so I figured she was taking a nap in the bedroom, and almanbahis I put away the groceries and went upstairs to check on her. Much to my surprise, she was lying on the bed with a silky, black robe draped over her amazingly sexy body. The robe was not tied and hung gently open, and a strip of her stomach was exposed. The soft fabric glided around her large and supple breasts. My cock was instantly hard, and since I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I had no chance of hiding my excitement. My shorts seemed to stretch out in front of me two feet or more.

“G” got up out of the bed and led me over to the chair in our bedroom, sat me down, and said, “My pussy has been wet for you since you left for the store, and now it’s time to do something about it.” She dropped the robe to her feet, and revealed to me her beautiful, alluring body. Her breasts were exposed and her nipples were already fully erect. She had on a light blue thong, which had a wet spot on the front. I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock got harder. It was so hard it ached. She started rubbing her delicious ass on my manhood. After a minute of slow and erotic grinding, I pulled her back towards me, and I started massaging her nipples from behind and kissing her neck and back. She started to grind harder and I moved one hand slowly down her stomach to the place where she and I both wanted it.

Her almanbahis yeni giriş pussy juices had completely soaked her panties and I started rubbing her clit through them: she had an almost instant orgasm. My cock, somehow, grew a little harder. I indicated that she should stand up and I took her panties off and handed them to her. She, somehow, knew what I wanted her to do with them. She unzipped my shorts, my cock instantly sprung out, and she started caressing my throbbing head with her soaking wet panties. I came almost instantly, and she eagerly licked up every drop of my seed. I was so turned by everything that my cock never softened, not even a little.

With her panties off, I positioned her soft, round ass in front of me, and spread her cheeks apart. Her pussy juices had completely soaked her asshole and my finger easily found its way in. I stuck two fingers from my other hand inside of dripping wet snatch and quickly fingered her to her second orgasm. Then I started to lick her beautiful, tight asshole. She quickly started to rub her clit and brought herself to another orgasm. With her pussy juices still lubing her asshole, I kept licking and tonguing her ass and she kept rubbing her clit. Orgasms cascaded throughout her body. She finally couldn’t take anymore and made me stop. She quickly got on her knees and starting licking my almanbahis giriş balls and stroking my cock. Both she and I knew that I couldn’t take much more of that, so she started to tongue my asshole. Her tongue felt amazing, and my cock ached to unleash a second load of cum, but I had other plans.

I stepped away from her darting tongue and guided her up in front of me and bent her over. Her asshole was still well lubed from her pussy juices, but I wanted to taste it again. So I licked and fingered her to another orgasm. As her body was pulsating from the most recent orgasm, I stood up and buried my unbelievably hard cock in her well-lubed ass. In one stroke I was inside as far as I could go. She screamed out in pleasure and thrust back onto my cock, even though it couldn’t go in any farther. “Fuck my tight ass with your huge dick,” she screamed. I was more than happy to oblige her request and I started to thrust in and out of her tight, wet ass. Every other stroke seemed to bring her to orgasm, each time her asshole tightening around my cock. This lasted about a minute until I couldn’t take it anymore. My balls tightened and I felt wave after wave cum exploding from my cock. It seemed like I was cumming for an hour: it was the most intense orgasm that I had ever had. My member was still somewhat hard as I pulled it out of her stretched out asshole and she quickly dropped to her knees and started to lick the remaining cum off of my ultra-sensitive head. My cock grew soft after that and we laid down on the bed together. We didn’t say anything for awhile, both realizing that everything was going to work out.

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By the time Celeste and I were about to celebrate our fifth or sixth Valentine’s Day as a married couple the usual methods of saying “I love you”–fancy dinners, flowers, chocolates, and funny cards–had lost most of their charm and I was searching for a new way to send that message.

We were almost totally anal in our love-making because it felt so good and both got great pleasure out of both rimming and being rimmed. We knew that a tongue on or in each other’s hole was a virtual guarantee of an unforgettable orgasm. Thinking about this, I came up with the idea of telling Celeste that I loved her with my tongue. To do this, I decided to use the Morse Code, the system telegraph operators used to communicate with each other but is now totally obsolete. It was something that had been imbedded in my brain from countless hours of practice years ago as a boy scout and seemed like a perfect, unique way to celebrate love’s day with my wife

I planned the dots as quick, sharp stabs between her inner and outer sphincters with the tip of my tongue and dashes as long, slow licks across her entire asshole. It worked out as I almanbahis şikayet (..) l(.-..) o(—) v(…-) e(.) y(-.–) o(—) u(..-) and it drove Celeste over the edge in bed the night of Valentine’s day. By the time I sent the message a second time, she was groaning, by the third her finger was dancing across her clit, by the fourth this finger had moved to her g-spot and her thumb was on her clit pushing the two together. Halfway through the fifth send her body heaved up and she experienced an “I can’t believe that just happened” orgasm. Her first contraction feeling as if she would nip the tip of my tongue off, followed by series of jolts that shook her body for several minutes.

“You just can’t know how good that felt,” Celeste whispered while we cuddled afterwards, “but what were you doing?” Stroking her shoulders, I explained about the Morse Code, and the “I love you” note that I had just sent. “Well,” Celeste cooed as she drifted off to sleep, “that Morse guy certainly knew how to get a message across.”

Over the next several days Celeste, whom you never would describe as the girl scout type, expressed almanbahis canlı casino an odd degree of interest in the Morse Code, so much so that I dug out an old boy scout manual and showed her the entire section on it. I should have known something was up because of the amount of time she spent studying it, but I didn’t.

A week passed and then Celeste made an announcement over breakfast: “James” (I knew then that I was in trouble—it wasn’t Jimmy or even Jim, so this was serious), “I’m going to rim you tonight and make your body scream but I have a musical message for you to think about during the day.” Then she sang to me “Anything you can do I can do better, I can do anything better than you” from Annie Get Your Gun.

I walked around half hard and a little damp all day in anticipation of what was coming, and wasn’t disappointed in bed that night. It was classic Celeste and began with her finger up my butt massaging my prostate but with a warning: “Don’t fuck yourself on my finger. It’s an appetizer, not the main course.” Then the finger moved to the underside of my dick and she began to just barely almanbahis casino scratch where the head meets the shaft. Finally, I felt her tongue on my hole and realized that she was sending me almost the “I love you” message that I had sent her. The dots were little pinprick thrust of her tongue that barely touched but felt as if a small electrical shock was being sent through my body and the dashes long, lingering licks that sent waves of pleasure everywhere. BUT THERE WAS AN EXTRA WORD AT THE END.

Once I decoded it, I would have thrown my head back and laughed if I hadn’t been so far down the pleasure trail. As it was, all I could do was stroke my nipples and shake. Finally, during the fourth send, I groaned that I was going to cum. “Watch what happens,” Celeste whispered.

I did and saw three huge ropes of cum rope out of my dick, with the first one landing right on my face and my body shaking as if it was going to fall apart during an orgasm that left me tingling everywhere.

As Celeste cleaned me up with a warm washcloth afterward, she asked “Well, Jimmy, am I right or wrong?” “I don’t know how you could possibly be right,” I mumbled as I drifted toward never never land, “but Annie was spot on about one thing. Anything I can do you can do better.” You see, Celeste had not only memorized my Morse code message and sent it back to me. She had added — — .-. . (more).

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I stayed stretched out on the couch and staring at the ceiling for quite a while after Valerie had left because I still could not believe what had happened. Things like this did not happen to me as a rule. My mind recalled the feel of her hot lips and tongue on my shaft and the memory was enough to get hard again. As I recalled how she moaned when my tongue flicked in and out of her pussy and the feel of her satiny legs against my head, I had become fully erect again. I started masturbating to the memory of her moans and her breathy request that I cum on her tits got me off in short order and I exploded all over my stomach. I finally got up and took a shower and got dressed and headed out as I had some shopping to do. As I passed the fence enclosing the pool, I spied Valerie stretched out on her beach chair, reading from a lingerie catalog and I moved closer. She was now clad in a zebra striped bikini. The sight of her tiny bottom glistening in the sunlight made me want to jump the fence and almanbahis şikayet lick her hot pussy right through the material. As I reached the fence my shadow fell across her catalog and she looked up.  When she saw it was me, I was rewarded with a smile and it was an effort to look her in the eyes and not at her nipples that had become very noticeable again. “I am headed out to do some shopping.” “That’s a good idea.” “Can I get you anything?” “Not really.” “You sure?” I asked pointing to the catalog.” ” Surprise me.” “Really?” “Yes really! I’d love to wear anything in here.” “I don’t know your sizes.” Valerie fished around in her beach tote and produced and pen. She then flipped to the order form in the back of the catalog and filled in all the spaces for sizes then tore out the page and handed it to me. My first stop was the drugstore for a box of condoms and there were so many choices that it took awhile to make my decision. I had not needed them in quite sometime as my last almanbahis canlı casino lover was safely on the pill and had both been tested and were exclusive to each other. Then it was onto another store that I had spotted on my drive in. It was a small store sandwiched between the numerous beachwear, t-shirts and souvenir shops. A small neon sign flickering in the window said, ‘Dance Wear and Lingerie’, so I went inside. A very attractive saleslady asked it I needed help and I told her I was just looking for the moment. There were rows upon rows of some of the most erotic lingerie I had ever seen in one place. They lined the walls on plastic torso mannequins and the racks were overflowing with clothing. I pointed to the items I wanted and when she asked for sizes, I produced the order form Valerie had provided. The saleslady scanned the paper for a second or so before she began pulling the orders and then headed to the resister. As I stashed the items in the trunk of my car almanbahis casino I realized that it was only 1:00 PM and I had nine hours to kill. So I returned to the motel and grabbed my workout gear and then headed to the gym. I sadly noted that Valerie was not poolside. When I returned about an hour and a half later there she was and I could not don my trunks fast enough to join her. Once again I was in a beach chair very close to her’s and the CD player was between us. “So, did you finish your shopping?” she asked. “Yes I did, I hope you will be pleased.” “I am sure I will.” Valerie told me that they normally went to dinner around 7:00 PM and afterwards her parents would visit a place that featured ballroom dance music and would stay out dancing until last call. This year she would ask permission to back to the motel as she was a little old for that kind of evening. “It was cool when I was ten years old but now its a little boring,” she told her parents after dinner.”We keep forgetting that you are almost an adult. Of course you can go back to the room,” her dad answered.It was an effort she told me not to appear too excited about returning to the motel and watching TV as they walked her out the entrance door of the restaurant and into the cab stand.

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Just after closing, is my favorite time. It’s blissfully quiet, no obnoxious drunks, no complaining bartenders, or whining waitresses, wanting their problems solved. No eardrum bursting band, who think they’re, as yet, undiscovered rockstars. This is my alone time. Just me, alone in the restorative peace and quiet at the end of the long day. The haze of cigarette smoke is clearing and I can breathe again as I sip my ice cold beer. It’s the perfect end to a hectic day. The sound of the front door opening startles me. I’m positive I locked it! I leap to my feet, tossing the money bag over the bar. My hand instinctively goes to the knife hanging from my belt. I’ve always known, sooner or later, somebody would try this. I just can’t figure out how they unlocked the door. Four men wearing jeans, t shirts, and leather vests spread out and wind their way through the deserted tables, advancing on me. One is small, under six feet and no more than a hundred and thirty pounds, with a pointed rat-like face. He won’t be much of a problem. The one to his right is built like a tank, not too tall, but broad and thick. There’s a lightning bolt tattooed on each side of his shaved head. One on one I could probably take him, but it would be a fight. The one on the left could be my twin, broad shouldered and a little over six feet tall with brown hair down to his shoulders. His beard the only difference between us, his is neatly trimmed into a goatee where mine is full and long. We’re a pretty even match, no telling who would come out on top. The fourth one though, is a monster! At least three inches taller than me with a wide deep chest and massive arms, bulging with muscle. His dark beard and hair are neatly trimmed. His dark eyes are fixed on me. I’m cornered, backed up against almanbahis the bar and surrounded. My only chance is a quick strike with the knife. It is sharp and will cut deep. If I can take one of them down with a single strike, I may have a chance at escape. I face them head on, picking my target and waiting for them to get within striking distance. They form a half circle around me and stop just out of range. Monster stares me down and opens his vest, revealing the revolver strapped to his chest. “Toss the knife on the bar,” he growls. I scan their stone faces, I’m pretty good with the knife, but no match for four men and a revolver. I’ve got no problem taking a beating, I’ve taken them before and have the scars to show for it, but getting shot is a different matter. I slowly pull the knife from it’s sheath and toss it on the bar. “The money’s in the bag behind the bar,” I say, holding up my hands in surrender. A deep rumbling laugh reverberates from Monster’s chest. “We’re not here for the money. We’re here for you,” he growls. My jaw drops and I stare in confusion. I don’t know what they intend, but I know, it’s not good. My mind is racing, who have I pissed off? Who would send these four after me? I don’t know, but I’m not going down without a fight. I lunge for the revolver. Monster twists away, protecting the gun and thrusts his shoulder into my face. My lips smash against my teeth and my noses crushes into his shoulder. Tattoo and Twin each seize an arm and I am rendered helpless in their powerful grip. Monster laughs as I struggle to free myself. He grabs me by the hair. “Struggle all you want, you belong to us now,” he sneers. They haul me forward and slam my chest down on a table. Tattoo and Twin hold me, bent over the table I can feel their combined almanbahis yeni giriş weight pressing me down. My mind is racing again; who are these guys? What do they want? I struggle against their grip and try to kick Tattoo. Monster and Rat Face erupt with laughter at my futile attempt. Monster releases his grip on my hair, unbuckles his belt, and opens his jeans. His thick uncut cock flops out. It’s about eight inches long and dangling right before my face. His manly musky scent fills my nostrils and my cock jumps in my pants. He pulls me up by the hair and shoves his cock in my mouth. His taste fills my mouth and I start to tingle all over as my tongue slides over his rod. My cock hardens instantly. Being overpowered and forced to suck cock has been a long running fantasy of mine. Many times I have stroked my swollen cock, playing this very scene over in my mind. And now, it is suddenly happening. I feel dizzy. I lick his flared head and start to suck. The feel of Monster’s thick cock swelling in my mouth is indescribable, better than I have ever imagined. I suck harder and stroke him with my tongue. The smell, the taste, the feel of a hard cock in my mouth is everything I have ever imagined and more. My cock is throbbing and my tongue moves faster. Monster is still holding me by the hair and he starts thrusting into my mouth. His cock hits my throat and I gag. He pulls back and thrusts again, pulling back when I gag. He pumps his thick shaft between my lips and I realize I am taking more and more of his rod with every stroke. Every thrust stretches my throat further. I press my tongue to the underside of the hard cock fucking my face. I love the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth and suddenly want to taste his cum. I suck even harder almanbahis giriş and Monster shoves his thick tool down my throat and holds it there while I choke and gag. He pulls it from my hungry lips. It is glistening with saliva, my saliva, and drool. He releases his grip and disappears from my view. I’m disappointed and desperately wanting more. I feel the touch of cold steel on my back and jump, but the strong hands hold me in place. My captors laugh as the blade cuts through my belt and slides down the crack of my ass, slicing through my jeans with ease. I feel cool air on my bare ass and balls as my pants fall away. Strong hands grip my cheeks and pull them apart, exposing my puckered virgin asshole. I feel something wet against my hole and realize it’s Monster’s thick cock, lubricated with my saliva. I’m seized by panic and unable to even struggle against the strong hands holding me. I feel pressure and my hole beginning to stretch. This is going to happen, there is nothing I can do to stop it. I bite my lip and try to relax as much as possible, hoping the pain won’t be too bad. I take a deep breath and push out. Monster’s bulbous head stretches me and I feel the pain. I groan and struggle to escape. They laugh again and I squeeze my eyes shut and push out. Suddenly, his thick head is inside and the pain lessens. His cock slides further in my tight hole, the pain is more like discomfort now. Monster pushes again and his cock continues its invasion. I grunt as he gives another push. All four of my captors chuckle at my predicament. One more push and Monster’s big cock is buried in my virgin ass. He holds my hips and grinds against me and I realize, my cock is harder than its ever been. I feel another set of hands on my right arm and the first set lets go. Tattoo moves in front of me and pulls his dick out. It’s just like him, short and thick. “Open wide,” he mocks, grabbing my hair and shoving his thick cock into my mouth. My lips stretch wide to accommodate his girth and close around it.

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Eighteen year old Sonia Kay admired herself in the mirror. She stood in front of the looking glass naked, her blonde hair still very damp and her skin slightly moist from her morning shower. Sonia placed her hands over her D-cup breasts and squeezed. She then ran her hands down her stomach, her fingers lightly touched her neatly trimmed pussy. She turned around and admired her tight teen ass.I look goooood, Sonia thought. She quickly grabbed her pink panties and slowly put them on. She watched her hips sway as she pulled her panties up. She then grabbed her matching bra and put it on.This was her morning ritual. Every morning Sonia admired her naked form in the mirror, slowly put on her underwear and getting dressed for school. All the male students in her high school watched her, leered at her. She could almost read their thoughts. Their dirty thoughts. Sonia liked that. To add some spice sometimes she’d stare back at them and wink or smile as if to acknowledge and approve of their thoughts. She didn’t just have that affect with the male students; the male staff also found themselves catching a peek. Sonia checked herself out in her white V neck tee-shirt and red skirt.Sexy, Sonia thought and left her room.As Sonia drove to school she thought about who she was going to tease. Every day Sonia chose one person to focus on and tease them. She’d find some way to bump into them, sit next to them and if the chance arose bend over to pick something up within their line of sight. She normally picked the male students but once in a while she picked a male teacher. As she drove her thoughts drifted towards Mr. Nicholas Vargus. He was the math teacher, newly hired. Only been at the school for almanbahis a year. Mr. Vargus was in his mid-thirties, and quite good looking. As luck would have it Mr. Vargus was also her math teacher this semester. Fourth period, right before lunch.The thought of teasing Mr. Vargus brought a huge smile to Sonia’s face. She stepped on the gas pedal to get to school faster.After second period was over Sonia walked down the hallway, taking the longer route to her next class. She wanted to pass by Mr. Vargus’ classroom.”Hi Mr. Vargus,” Sonia said in a cheery voice as she entered his classroom.”Hello, Sonia. How are you?” Nicholas Vargus replied. He looked up and her smiled. He always smiled at her.”Good and you?””Doing well. Hope you studied for the quiz today.””We’ll see if I pass or not,” she replied. She leaned over his desk. Her V neck teeshirt dropped a little exposing a little more cleavage. Nicholas lifted his head. His eyes fell on her cleft. His mind started to race quickly. Just like all warm blooded men, Nicholas was not immune to Sonia’s sexuality.After catching her pray Sonia leaned in more, revealing more cleavage.”Maybe I need some extra attention,” Sonia said. Her voice went from cheery to a suggestive overtone.Nicholas sat back in his chair and simply said, “If you need my help, in any way. I am here for you.”Sonia stood up and fixed her shirt making a point to run her hands over her breasts. She then pulled on her short skirt a little.”Glad to hear you say that. See you next period,” Sonia said and walked out. Leaving Mr. Vargus watching her ass.Forty minutes later Sonia walked back into Nicholas Vargus’ classroom. She walked past his desk to ensure he would get a glimpse almanbahis yeni giriş of her ass again. As Sonia sat down, Nicholas got up and started handing out the test paper.”The quiz is twenty minutes, primarily focusing on chapter 2 and 3. Show all work ladies and gentlemen. No work, no points.”As the students started taking the quiz Nicholas walked up and down the rows. He walked past Sonia’s desk several times, all times getting a glimpse of her cleavage as her body leaned forward as she concentrated on the exam. Sonia looked back at Nicholas and smiled at him every time he passed by.As soon as the bell rang every student jumped up from their seats and headed out the door. Except Sonia. She took her sweet time packing up her books. When the classroom was empty, save her and Nicholas, Sonia slowly got up and walked her way up to the front.”Sonia, I think that paper fell out of your backpack,” Nicholas said.Sonia turned around and saw a piece of paper on the floor.”Thanks,” Sonia said, and bent over to pick it up. Her short skirt rode up high, exposing her pink panties.Nicholas watched intensively as Sonia picked up the paper and got up and faced him. She waved her blonde hair away from her face, started at him and walked out of the classroom.Nicholas sat for a few minutes at his desk, unable to move. The tease had made her mark and left something growing.A few minutes later Nicholas subsided and finally got up and left the classroom. He took the back stairs to the teachers lounge too cool off. As he made his way down he pictured Sonia bending over. Her pink panties, so delicate and smooth. He wanted to reach over and slide those panties down and…”Mr. Vargus,” almanbahis giriş a voice called out to him.Nicholas turned around and saw the little devil bouncing her way down the stairs.”Sonia,” Nicholas said.She stood a few feet away from him. He smelled her perfume.”I think I failed the test,” Sonia said with a little sad face. She exhaled heavily from her mouth, causing her chest to heave up and down. Her breasts rose and fell. Nicholas did not miss a beat.”Well that would be bad.””I was hoping maybe you can grade my paper and tell me? If I did fail, maybe you can help me?””I would love to help you. Tell you what, after school come by my office. I’ll grade the paper and we can discuss your situation.””Deal,” Sonia said and quickly turned around headed back up the stairs. Once again, Nicholas caught a glimpse of her pink panties as she went up the stairs. He felt a little stir in his pants and quickly turned around and ran down the stairs.Middle of seventh period, Sonia was walking down the halls back to her classroom when she spotted Nicholas Vargus heading her way. Nicholas saw her too.Nicholas was only a few inches away when Sonia tripped. She fell and her skirt lifted all the way up. Sonia fell on her back as Nicholas ran up to her. He looked down and saw the temptress with her skirt around her waist. Her Hello Kitty pink was panties completely exposed. He could see a faint line of her landing strip from under the thin pink fabric. Nicholas knelt down and asked if she was OK.Sonia, slowly moved her hands to lower her skirt and said was fine.Nicholas grabbed her hand and pulled her up. Sonia thanked him and walked away.Nicholas sat in his office at his desk, his mind filled with images of Sonia and her pink panties. He hadn’t realized when someone walked in and closed the door.”Hi Mr. Vargus,” Sonia said and walked up to his desk.”Sonia,” was all he said. He checked his watch and saw it was a little after five o’clock.

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I was ten when both my parents died in an auto accident. They had had me late in life; I guess I was one of those unexpected surprises. Uncle Sebastian had taken me in, he was my father’s elder brother and my only real relative. It wasn’t easy for him, money was always tight, and he had no experience in raising a teenage girl but bless him, he stuck at it, and I loved him for it.Now having completed my A-levels, I was off to university and on my own for the first time in my life.It had been a long thirteen-hour journey as the bus worked its way from my hometown towards the university I had worked so hard to become a part of.Finally, as the weak afternoon light turned a shade greyer and the persistent drizzle continued to fall, the driver started to slow and shouted ‘University Plaza.’I stretched my stiff aching limbs, welcoming the chance to move, and reached for my backpack. Small enough to fit the over-seat rack, it contained just my admission papers, wallet, phone and a couple of paperbacks I had packed to pass the time on my journey.As I stood, I rubbed a patch dry in the condensation that had clouded the bus window for so much of the journey and caught the first sight of my new home. A sizeable brick-paved square with several shelters and beyond it, an expanse of grass leading to the halls of residence.Several other people were disembarking, and I filed past the driver, pausing to offer my thanks before stepping down into the light rain. I waited my turn till I could step forward to retrieve my holdall from the luggage bay only to see empty racks. I rechecked where I had placed it at the last rest stop, and it definitely was not there.In a panic I quickly scanned my fellow passengers; surely one of them must have picked it up by mistake. No one had it. A movement caught my eye, a dark hoodie moving swiftly away from the bus and a flash of khaki canvas. There went my holdall.“Hey, you,” I shouted as I pushed through the other passengers.Quickly I ran toward the receding figure but warned by my shout he was also running. I shouted again, my panic rising as he moved further away from me.He was at the edge of the bus park now and moving across the road toward a rusty old pickup truck. I pumped my legs and sucked in air as I accelerated behind him. Slowly I started to gain ground.Without warning, I was falling sideways and hitting the ground hard, finding myself flat out on the wet bricks. I struggled to regain my breath.With a roar of acceleration and a cloud of exhaust, the truck drove off, taking with it all my worldly goods.Slowly I stood, noting the rainbow coloured smears of diesel on the ground that explained my fall.The bus driver appeared, and he tried to brush me down, but I was soaked to the skin and covered in crap from the dirty ground where I had fallen. I assured him that I was okay and that I would report it to the campus police. He wished me luck before climbing back on his bus and heading off to his next destination.Clutching my backpack, wet and winded, I started to walk toward the university buildings. I’d had so many dreams and expectations of university life, and this had not been one of them.ooOOooI checked the rooming lists and found my name. I was to share room 310 with a Savanna Dayton-Jones.I guess that was the icing on the cake, I pitch up wet and stained with no belongings whilst my roommate sounded like one of those monied girls with people at home and probably a frigging pony too.Arriving at room 310, I knocked and popped my head around the door. “Hi, there, I’m Sandy, Sandy Mitchum and I think this is also my room.”Inside was a tall, slim blonde with a complexion to die for.“Well come in, honey, this is home,” she drawled, rising to hold the door and help me in.Stepping in, I kicked off my wet sneakers and dropped my pack by the door.“Oh, Sandy, you’re soaked and where are your things?” almanbahis şikayet Looking past me into the corridor she added, “Are they being bought up?”In a rush, it all came out: the theft, my fall and with it all the tears and stress of my move to the big city.Savanna was terrific; she sat me down and made me tea, hot sweet tea. Her mother was English and her father Texan, she explained as she poured the drink.The tea calmed me down, and I started to feel a little better.“Dry clothes are next on the agenda. Fortunately, we look about the same size,” she announced and pulled open a couple of drawers.“Will you be okay in a set of sweats? They’re new?”I nodded, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”“Of course not, now go take a hot shower and get out of those wet things.”Savvy, as she preferred to be called, pushed open our bathroom door and indicated a row of high-end toiletries, telling me to help myself.I loitered in the shower, enjoying the combined sensations of the hot water and the aromas and feel of Savvy’s shampoo and shower gels. They felt as luxurious as the bottles looked.“How are you now, honey?” The door opened and in swept my new roomie bearing a large fluffy towel.I tried to preserve my modesty with a flannel and a body puff before Savvy started to giggle“As my mamma likes to say, we’re all girls here, darling,” she laughed in a faux English accent.I stepped out of the shower, and she wrapped the towel around me and in doing so spotted that large patch of gravel rash on my thigh. “Come on outside so we can clean and dress that.”I followed meekly behind this mighty young woman who had taken charge of me with barely a moment’s hesitation. A first-aid kit appeared as if from nowhere. Savvy sat on the couch as I stood before her.“This may sting a little.” As she spoke, a misting of antiseptic hit the raw red skin and I hissed as I caught my breath.It was then I caught sight of myself in the mirror opposite, naked as a baby and flushed from the hot shower. To make matters worse, Savvy was face to face with my pussy as she cleaned the wound.After quickly taping a square of gauze over the wound, she turned to grab some sweats from the couch next to her.Now in my hometown, sweats were slightly thick baggy things you picked up in the clothing aisle of the Maximart, not these. These were sleek and patterned, Lycra or some hi-tech fabric. These were what Savvy was wearing, tight like a second skin, with sheer panels at the thighs, and every aspect of your figure was accentuated by the geometric pattern.“Are you sure these will fit?” I queried.“Well we’re clearly the same height, and I’ve seen all of you, and we have the same figures,” she answered with a giggle.With that, she thrust the items at me again and laughed, “Try them unless you prefer to stay naked.”Feeling my cheeks heat up, I started to pull the top over my head.“It has a built-in bralette, I don’t bother with panties, but I have some if you want.”“No, I guess I’ll be fine,” I muttered from inside the clingy garment. Moments later I had the top on and was easing myself into the leggings, a perfect fit.“Oh, honey, they do fit, you look awesome.”Looking back in the mirror I could see how right she was. The stretchy fabric was showing my figure to its fullest, my legs long and lean, my butt pert and tight, my breasts full and high.Suddenly I was swept up in a wave of gratitude towards this girl who had shown me such care and generosity. I stepped forward and in a very unlike-me moment wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly, “Thank you, Savvy, thank you for being such a friend when I needed one the most.”Savvy hugged me right back and looking in the mirror I could not help noticing how sexy we both looked together. ooOOoo That evening we ate at the university burger bar before returning to our room. We turned quite a few heads, both girls’ almanbahis canlı casino and boys’, as we strolled around the campus. Savvy seemed oblivious to it all, but to me, it was a whole new experience and, much to my surprise, one that I was enjoying.Savvy examined my torn leggings, “These are ruined, but it’s still a week before lessons start so tomorrow we can go shopping.”My heart lurched, I felt myself blush with embarrassment as I turned to my new friend, “ Savvy, I’m on a scholarship, I don’t have that much spare cash, I will need to get a part-time job just to make ends meet.” Indicating the torn leggings, I continued, “I will have to sew those and make do until next month when I get my next cheque from my uncle.”Savvy blushed; a deep crimson flooded her peaches and cream complexion, and for the first time since we met she looked unsure of herself, ”Oh, honey, I’m so sorry, I never meant to embarrass you; sometimes I just get carried away and forget myself.”We both stepped forward and hugged, just holding each other. I found it comforting and strangely pleasurable even when I felt Savvy’s hands as she cupped my butt cheeks and squeezed.She produced an illicit bottle of peach schnapps, and we spent the evening sipping a glass and exchanging life stories. Eventually, we were both yawning, the misadventures of my day were kicking in, and we called bedtime. Savvy helped me make up my bed with spare bedding of hers.I intended to change in the bathroom though all I had to put on was my underwear from the journey, now rinsed and dried on a radiator. Savvy, on the other hand, just stripped off. I turned to speak to her and was rewarded with a closeup view of her taut pale-skinned butt as Savvy shed her sweatpants.I followed suit; after all, she had seen everything already. Turning back toward her, I drank in the sight. Full 34C breasts, pale skin with large pink nipples. Flat toned stomach and oh my god her mound was smooth and pale with a slash of pink where her full pussy lips protruded.After a quick bathroom visit by each of us, I slipped between the softest sheets I had ever felt and dropped off into a deep sleep. ooOOoo I woke up the following morning to a surreal sight. Savvy, still naked, was performing a yoga routine. Utterly confident in her body and relaxed in her nudity, she stretched and bent as I sat and looked on.“Do you do this every day?” I asked, “Maybe I could join in. It looks very calming, and your body is great.”“Of course, you can, every morning but there is one thing I should mention.”“What’s that?”“Some mornings I finish by masturbating,” she smiled as she said this, seemingly amused by my startled reaction. “Let’s be honest. I’m guessing you do it too, and we’re going to be roomies for the next year at least, so why hide it?”Despite my now red-hot cheeks, I nodded my agreement. I looked down from my bed at this stunning girl as she moved to sit cross-legged. Her skin flushed from her exertions, her nipples full and hard, her pussy lips parted and, oh my god, slick with her juices. Instinctively my hand moved beneath the covers to graze my own slit.I watched as Savvy stood. Her movement stretched and opened her pussy before those long firm legs started to pace about.“Sandy, can I do something for you?” Savvy looked nervous but intent on making her point. “Daddy’s in oil like I told you last night and I have an extremely generous allowance; some would say I’m spoilt. Would you let me take you shopping to replace all your lost stuff? It would make me so happy to do so.”I felt tears form in my eyes at the warmth and generosity of this beautiful young woman. Then a surge of shame as I remembered my uncharitable thoughts on seeing her name on the rooming list the evening before, “Okay, but only if I can pay you back as soon as I can.” With that I slipped from my bed to embrace almanbahis casino my sexy new friend. I’d never been much for hugging before but to hold this beautiful naked girl in my arms felt so right. The sensation of her breath on my cheek as we hugged, to feel her erect nipples as they brushed my throbbing tips, felt so good; to feel the heat of her pussy against mine felt divine.Stepping back, Savvy retook charge, “Okay, you need fresh clothes, and we need to shower.”It took her just minutes to lay two outfits on her bed. Two short black skirts, two pairs of thigh-high socks and two cute knitted tops. “Pick a colour, Sandy.”I went for the black socks, black skirt and red top, leaving Savvy with the pale-yellow top with white socks.“Oh, skirts, so we need undies too,” she laughed, fetching matching black lace bras and thongs.Holding up one of the skimpy lace thongs against my black-haired pussy, I giggled, “Can I borrow a razor too?” ooOOoo In no time at all, I was showered, with smooth legs and just a little tuft of hair at the top of my pussy. The cluster was a compromise. I had always settled for a trim that left me fairly hairy, but Savvy’s smooth slit had mesmerized me. Maybe I wanted to follow her example.I slipped on the clothes, and the feeling was incredible. Silky lace undies, and such expensive garments that felt so lovely against my skin whilst fitting in such a sexy manner.“Savvy, I have to confess I’m normally in jeans or leggings with a tee or hoody and all my clothes come from the local Maximart. These are amazing.”I reached for my rain-marked sneakers, knock-off copies of Converse, but Savvy tossed me a new bright white pair of Lacoste.“These will look much better.” ooOOoo A quick five-minute ride on the university shuttle bus saw us in the heart of town. I tried to steer Savvy toward the cheaper chain stores, but that was not to be. Savvy, it seemed, only shopped boutiques.I came to realize that this lovely girl had a strong firm side to her and once she had decided on something there was no changing her mind.The day flew by; we soon had a mass of carrier bags as my replacement wardrobe took shape. I was quickly the owner of designer skirts, tops, dresses and shoes along with beauty products and more. It was like all my Christmases and birthdays rolled into one.We had just left a patisserie when Savvy announced we had one more stop to make and led me down several side streets to a quieter part of town.’Private adult store’ it said on the plain-fronted shop. “What’s this?” I could hear myself stutter out.“Aw, Honey, every girl needs a toy,” and with that, she pushed open the door and firmly shoved me inside.My heart rate trebled, and my breath caught deep in my lungs as I looked around.“Can I help you girls?” A pretty dark-haired girl not much older than us had come around the counter.“My friend needs some new toys, a vibrator and maybe some beads,” Savvy replied, smiling at the girl.There was a roaring in my ears. I was sure I was going to pass out on the shop floor.The girl showed the way and started to offer various models to Savvy: six inches, eight inches, flex-shaft, multi-speed. Oh my god if only the ground could swallow me up.Savvy was looking at me, and clearly, I had missed the question. “Pardon?” I croaked“Honey, we were asking what size you’re comfortable with.”“Oh, I don’t know, that is, I’ve never, well it’s just that…” I could hear myself mumbling nonsense and I could see understanding flash across their faces as my dilemma became apparent to them.“Oh, Honey, just leave it to momma,” Savvy drawled, really emphasizing her southern accent.Quickly she made several selections and to my relief ushered me back to the safety of the pavement. “Sandy, they say a university is a place of learning, you have a ways to go,” she giggled and then, dropping the heavy drawl, “Come on, let’s catch the shuttle back.” ooOOOo We had unpacked all my new outfits and shoes, and they were placed in my wardrobe. I kept opening the door just to admire them. Slinky, sexy lingerie as Savvy called it graced my drawers; skincare and bathing products adorned my countertops.

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My name is Rebecca. Everyone calls me Becca. I entered the police department right out of college. I progressed rapidly, through different divisions and assignments. I always had my eyes set on Robbery-Homicide and after six years of hard word and dedication, I finally made it. At age thirty, I was youngest female in the division for such a coveted assignment, but I was superb at my job. I made it because of my skill not my gender. It was Saturday. Dispatch called our number just after we had finished lunch. We were working on an older murder that had gone cold, but there had been new information disclosing a previously unknown witness and it had to be checked out today. We never closed a homicide file without an arrest. Today was the end of our week in the barrel, expected to take all new homicides reported unless we were overwhelmed. We had been lucky, this was our first new one for the week.“Unit ten one zero four, reported 804 on the fourth floor parking garage, 1027 North State. Uniforms on the scene. Medical Examiner (ME) in route.”My partner, Tom, replied, “10-4, ten one zero four in route.”“Well, wonder what we have now Becca? Put some speed on so we get there before they have a chance to totally fuck up the scene. You never know who’s going to be in charge til we get there.”I flipped on the lights and siren, accelerating and began to weave around traffic as it cleared for us. We were close, so it only took about five minutes and we were squealing up the round entrance ramp to the fourth floor. Landing on four, we saw the blue lights flashing down at the end and headed there.We found two uniform cars parked, the officers standing, talking with a white male. He turned out to be the person that had found the victim, a white female appearing to be in her thirties, dressed for a night out. She was laying across the front seats of a new, black BMW M6 Coupe. He had only found her because the car attracted him and he went to check it out. Upon looking in the drivers window, he saw her body and called the police.The officers found the drivers side window open, determined she had been dead for some time, and called it in. They had taken the man’s statement so we let him leave. As he was leaving, the ME and a forensic unit were pulling up. The victim was face down, wrists and ankles bound with duck tape. No injuries visible from that position. Forensics took pictures and then the ME was cleared to remove her from the car. She was carefully transferred from the vehicle to a standard black body bag.The ME’s initial, superficial exam was that she had been beaten and possibly suffered a heart attack. There was a fish hook through each nipple connected to a taser that had been hidden by her body. Someone had ripped her blouse open and pulled her bra down. There was one set of taser marks clearly visible on her neck, probably used to put her down the initial time. Everything still depended on the autopsy. Even in her condition, it was obvious that she had been a wealthy, elegant and titillating woman.They put her in the van and the ME left for the morgue. Just another job to him.Closer examination of the car revealed her purse, which had been hidden from view under her. The vehicle registration and her drivers license indicated she was Sharon Weathers, thirty five years old, living at an exclusive address off Michigan Avenue. She had business cards that identified her as the Marketing Vice President for a large national corporation headquartered in our city. Talk about a high stress job.Forensics would finish their work and tow the car to their storage/examination area. We called for a warrant and headed for the victim’s condo. As we arrived at her condo, the duty supervisor advised that the warrant had been issued. We found the building manager on duty, identified ourselves and had him let us in the unit, thanking him and gently pushing him out the door.It was decorated in a very modern style and was extremely neat and clean. It almost looked almanbahis like no one lived there but she obviously did. Her bedroom closet was full of designer clothes. One room was an office that was clearly well used, but kept in very organized condition. Her computer was open, but access was locked, something else for the forensic guys. They were coming to take pictures and dust for prints, so they could take that with them.We did find a high security wall safe. We had searched the unit thoroughly and found nothing to indicate the combination so we called for a locksmith. When he arrived, he said he would have to drill it. It was the only way to open a safe of this type without the combination. We tried the obvious ones, birth date, phone numbers, etcetera, but no luck, so we told him to drill.What we found was a diary and some electronic equipment. It turned out that her bedroom was very expertly and surreptitiously wired for video and sound. The various pieces of equipment in the safe were the recording devices. The wiring had been brought in through the rear of the safe where it would never have been found without removing a securely mounted, several hundred pound safe. Also in the safe were some mini portable voice recording devices and DVDs from the video recorder. All of this was collected by forensics for examination in the very near future.Her desk contained bills and other routine, expected household files plus some work related files. We took it all. Nothing else of interest was found in her condo, so we left it to forensics to finish their work. We started the routine of finding out about her life, co-workers, parents, spouse, children, friends, and neighbors. Those and more had to be located and interviewed. Someone wanted her dead and we had to find the reason and the culprit.We could find no living relative or children. Co-workers said she was a type-A personality, who worked long and hard. Neighbors said she seemed to have many male and female friends but they did not know them. No one had been invited into her unit.I went home to my husband Keith that night horny as a feral cat. A psychologist or psychiatrist would probably find me perverted in some way, but after every new homicide, especially of a woman, I was tremendously turned on. Not by the death, but the excitement of a new chase.He knew it as soon as I came in the door. “Want to skip dinner?”“God yes. Take me to bed and fuck me! Make me scream and cum til I have nothing left.”And so it began. I am 5’5″, 125, light brown hair and eyes, 34C boobs that Keith loves and I try hard to downplay at work. He is 6′ even, 180, sandy hair and green eyes and a cock that knocks my socks off every time I see it. We had been married for eight years and he knew every button to push. I tore off my clothes and was spreadeagled on the bed, waiting for him to ravish me. My sopping creamy pussy was aching for his cock and he did not disappoint.He held me tight, kissing my neck and rubbing his dick up and down my kitty until he was covered with my essence. Then with a slight change in angle, he plunged without pause, as deep as he could go. I screamed in my first orgasm as he almost hit my cervix. I knew this would be a fast and energetic session. He wasted no time in pounding me as fast and hard as he could, his balls smacking my ass. I was quickly lost in orgasms, one following another in a continuously more rapid pace. He was panting like a race horse, I was gasping for breath, no longer able to scream. His body stiffened and strained, his cock began to pulse out his lustful torrid spunk. My body went into one last quivering orgasm as he collapsed on me and then gradually rolled off, both of us dripping from our exertion, gasping for breath, hearts hammering.After we both calmed down, he said, “So tell me about your new case. I can’t wait to hear all the nitty gritty,” as he gently played with my nipples.We had been through this many times, but it still always excited almanbahis yeni giriş both of us. I told him what I knew, which was not much at that point, but he always listened intently, offering insightful suggestions. Being a prosecutor did give him a certain advantage.We arose to shower and make dinner. I noticed a large love bite appearing on my right boob. “I told you never to do that to me!” I yelled. “Sorry Babe, I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I will be more careful in the future, but you just almost ask for it with your passion and ardor!”Dinner was simple, frozen meals and a bottle of wine. We talked more about our day and then fell in bed, exhausted and happy, sleeping like newborns. We woke up on Sunday ready for more. We had a quickie and went on to enjoy our day off, but the new case was always in the back of my mind. Monday, back to my routine work. In only a few days, our view into Ms. Weathers’s life took an interesting turn. We were able to view her stored videos and listen to her stored verbal recordings. She had led quite the interesting and unusual life. The recordings went back at least five years. So she was about thirty when the recordings started and already in a well-paid management position at her company.The videos showed she was into all kinds of sex. Everything from plain vanilla sex to bisexual action and kinky bondage, domination and sadomasochism. Depending on her partner, she had both men and women, she played submissive and dominant roles. She also had multiple partners on occasion. All these people were possible suspects and we would need to try to identify and interview as many of them as possible.Forensic techs were given the job of extracting the most identifiable facial views of all the different people in her videos and running them through the national data bases for facial recognition. Hits started to come back quickly. We paired the names with the videos and examined them closer for any possible clues. We selected four videos for a closer, first time look as suspects.In the first video we watched as Ms. Weathers entered the bedroom dressed in tight, black shiny leather thigh high boots with at least four inch heels. She also wore a bustier made of the same material, her cleavage displayed to its maximum advantage. She was holding a leash made out of chain. On the other end was a leather collar around the neck of a man crawling on his hands and knees. She had a riding crop that she was using to whip his ass and urge him along.He reached the bed where she told him to climb up like the dog that he was. “You are a dog aren’t you? You do deserve punishment don’t you?”“Yes Mistress, I’m a bad dog. I need to be punished. Whip me as you wish but please fuck my ass! I desperately need you to fuck me.”She stood on the bed behind him, whipping his ass until it turned extremely red. It was easy to hear the hiss of the crop going through the air and the smack as it hit his ass. It looked like there might have been a bit of blood drawn. He never cried, he just begged for more saying how much he deserved it.She disappeared briefly and then returned wearing a strap-on cock. She lubed the dildo and then plunged into him. His gasp was quite audible. His cock, which had shrunk significantly from the whipping, began to grow. She kept up a strong pace into him and he began to react as you would expect from sexual arousal. It did not take long before it was clear he was fully hard and not long after that you could hear, “Oh Mistress, Yes! I am going to cum!”He ejaculated on the bed, collapsed forward and turned over. He was instantly recognizable. He was Jacob Stein, a prominent Alderman representing the Ward where her company was located.“Now get out of my bed and out of my house! I am expecting your vote on the ordinance that we want to go our way. I can count on that, correct?”He jumped up and whimpered, “Yes Mistress. You know I always try to do everything I can to help you.” With that he almanbahis giriş scurried out of the picture and she was not far behind.Nothing surprised me anymore. I looked at my partner and we both said at the same time, “First suspect!”There were more than twelve separate videos of the Alderman, all of similar type. He clearly needed the whipping and the ass fucking. There was no agreement or exchange of information on each session, sometimes he just received what he needed with apparently nothing in return.They cued up the next video that was identifiable and started it. Ms. Weathers and another woman entered the bedroom, both only wearing panties, thongs actually. The room was darker than in the previous video. Both women were holding hands and turned to each other, locking in an embrace and an obviously deep, sensual kiss. Finally the embrace relaxed but the kiss continued as they both reached for each other’s nipples. Gentle caresses followed, the moaning was audible. The unknown woman carefully broke the kiss and began to slowly drop to her knees, kissing and licking as she did. Once all the way down she leisurely pulled down Weathers thong and then was swift to get her mouth on her pussy.Both women were obviously enjoying the action. Weathers eventually pulled the woman up and pulled her thong off. They fell onto the bed and rapidly arranged themselves into the classic 69 position. Weathers was on top, both had their legs spread wide. The hunger and sighing of their sexual desire came through clearly. You could see both their bodies strain and stiffen at the same time. Shortly we heard the screams of their orgasms. They then almost immediately went into a tribbing position and began moderately rubbing their pussies together. Rather rapidly their speed increased. You could see the sweat appear on their bodies from the effort. You could hear the soaked, squishing sounds their pussies were making as they rubbed together.In a matter of minutes they both came but continued the action through another series of orgasms. They stopped and moved head to head on the bed and engaged in more tender, delicate kissing and breast caressing. Finally, the unknown woman turned her head to give a very clear, full face view. “Jenn, you know I need the info on what your company is planning on the acquisition that we’re both contenting to be awarded.”“Don’t worry Sharon, I have the complete package in my case in the other room. I planned on leaving it with you as a surprise.”“You are my surprise Jenn, my world would not be complete without you! There’s nothing better than the two of us together like this. I love you so much. Maybe one day it can be public, but we both have to think of our careers and futures. It must be our secret”“You are right Sharon, but I miss this so much! My husband can never know we meet or what we do!”They had more general conversation about their lives. We suspected that everything Sharon said was a fiction.Software had identified the victim’s partner as Marie Bennett, the General Counsel of a competing company not headquartered in the city. She must travel here fairly often, accurate frequency was unknown at this point.My partner and I laughed, “Second suspect!”There were fourteen videos of Ms. Bennett and the victim. Each one analogous to this one. Always a package of some kind left for Weathers; always the very passionate lovemaking.They had one more video ready to cue up so we told them to get it going. This time she came into the bedroom with a handsome, well-dressed man. They both had drinks in their hands and proceeded to sit on the edge of the bed chatting and enjoying their drinks. They acted like old friends who were very comfortable with each other.When they finished their drinks, they both stood and calmly undressed. They kissed and hugged like long time lovers. She got on her knees to suck him, his sighing and moaning was easily heard. She was quite accomplished, she easily performed deep throat, eliciting even more sounds of pleasure.It looked like he was close to cumming when she quit and pulled him to the bed, laying down with her legs spread wide. He promptly pounced on the opening she provided and began devouring her pussy. Her reaction was quite…

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