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My lover is over 1200 miles away but I visit with him in my dreams.

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I lead you to the bedroom. Your interest still has not flagged. We get you comfortable on the bed, and I put on the music, pour the wine, adjust lights and find my tools. A little massage oil and we’re ready. I have your back to me, arms out of the way and hands tucked under the pillow supporting your head. I want you to relax, drift and enjoy the sensations that will over take your consciousness. As in the shower, I begin tending your beautiful back. Straddling one of your legs, I’m no longer using just my hands, but reach to the length of my arms, dragging my body over the slickness of yours.

You can feel my wetness against your thigh as my hips press my sex against your leg. My excitement is now obvious to you. I slide lower and insert myself between your legs. My attention turns to each individual muscle and its attachment in your thighs and buttocks. The hands as implements of massage are joined by my mouth and tongue. I explore each inch, trailing my tongue to the crease between thigh and buttock. I push pillows under your hips to increase Escort Çankaya your exposure to me, caressing your cock with my hands as I situate you. I am rewarded with an intake of air and a soft moan. Back to the delights I have put upon my plate. I begin trailing fingers up the inside of one thigh and my tongue up the inside of the other. Both join at the floor of your pelvis. Both hands open your cleft to me and my tongue continues its journey upward to find your rosebud. Gentle attentions and touches. Tongue is supplanted with a finger which alternately massages and tickles, probing occasionally, testing the opening for tension.

I continue my mouth’s exploration of your delights. Down the middle toward your balls in their fleshy sac, my tongue encounters only smoothness. A particularly new sensation. The skin though corruscated lacks the distractions of its coat, instead each wrinkle can be followed without distraction. Tongue tasting done, I use a gentle suction to pull each testicle into my mouth and explore it independently with my tongue in that warm housing. My fingers still tease your rosebud and the band of flesh Çankaya Escort between it and the object of my attentions. As I play, your hips make small thrusting motions, as if to enter the pillows supporting your hips.

As a distraction, I sit up and offer you a sip of wine. I take a mouthful of the cold liquid, but do not swallow. I return to my most recent target and invite your balls to enter this cool pool in my mouth. I slide my hands between your legs and grasp your cock, beginning a firm slow stroking. Your hips lift to provide access and thrust seeking relief.

But my love, you have two wonderful sides with which to play! As if on one of my vaunted spits, I turn you over, maintaining the pillow pile beneath your center. Your head propped for good vision and easy access. From between your legs, I slide my oily front over you as I reach for your mouth with mine. Some leisurely kissing, which seems to grow in passion, is first on the menu. Now I want to sample your arms. Poking insistently in my middle, you titillate by your very being. Your hardness enchants me, and makes my breath shorten and my cunny tingle Çankaya Escort Bayan with wanting. I kiss and taste you from elbow to armpit, then find that tender spot at the edge of your chest. Across that wonderful expanse. The scent of you in my nose, on my hands, and the taste of you in my mouth. I drag my tongue and mouth down the center of you, sliding off my prize which appears between my breasts, then is available to my mouth. My hand again moves to your inner thigh, seeking the treasures near there. I pull your legs up and over my back, splaying the knees. Now you are open to me.

As you watch, I slide my tongue from your balls to the tip of your shaft, and encircle you with my free hand, stroking gently, then a bit harder. I begin to send you into the depths of my mouth, our eyes meet. Mouth and hand work in concert. Your passions rise, your thighs tremble at my shoulders, your voice drives me. Cupping your balls, I squeeze as I feel them pull upward, and as your breath stops and your stomach convulses to propel your semen into my mouth, I slide one finger past your rosebud’s entrance and slide my fingertip back and forth across the nugget there. Your voice changes in intensity and you shoot your cum into my throat.

I slow my efforts and drag you back to the now. But unlike the ephemera of your lonely aquatic pursuits, when you return and your eyes open, I am still there, loving you.

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Chapter 10 – Corporate Perks

As the next week progressed I began to get a little worried. It was already Wednesday night and I had not heard from any of the ladies in the game since my encounter with Brooke on Saturday. I was nervous that Leslie was upset over my answer that Emma was a better lay than she was since I did not think she had given me her best yet. I knew she heard the answer based on the remark she made as I was leaving her house. Where was her head at though? I had no idea and it was fucking with me.

Thursday passed and brought nothing, not a call; email, text message, nothing. If there was a problem I was sure that Penny would reach out to me to keep me in the loop, but so far she had not. I was concerned and growing somewhat lonely. I hoped I was over thinking things, but feared that I was not.

Finally, on Friday night I was sitting at home, going out of my mind, when contact came. My cell phone started to ring, indicating that I had a new text message. I scrolled through the phone to retrieve the following message:

Pack a change of cloths and be at my house at 6am. L

I was excited and disappointed at the same time. I was going to be doing something tomorrow morning, but I did not talk to Leslie so I was still unsure if she was upset at me or not. My mind raced as I grabbed my travel bag out of the closet and began to fill it with cloths and certain travel items. I set my alarm for 5am, enough time to shower and get to Leslie’s by 6. I drifted off while lying in bed watching the ballgame.

The alarm rang, waking me instantly. I showered and dressed quickly. I grabbed my bag, threw it in the car and was off. I arrived at Leslie’s as the sun was just coming up. I hated to ring the bell this early, but I was instructed to be there so that’s what I did. Mindy answered the door, wearing a pink tank top and pink and black pajama pants that were rather adorable.

“Come in,” she yawned.

I entered the house and dropped my bag in the center hall.

“Leslie is still getting ready,” Mindy informed me. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Love some,” I responded.

I followed Mindy into the kitchen where a fresh pot of coffee was waiting. She poured me a cup and I leaned against the counter while I drank it. She also poured herself a cup, which made me think she might be a little young for coffee, but then I reflected on my own high school years and tried not to be a hypocrite.

“Any idea what we are doing today,” I asked her, trying to be casual.

“I am sure Leslie will fill you in on the ride,” she stated.

“I take it that you are not coming with us today,” I presumed.

“Nope,” she replied, almost sounding thankful. “You two will have to get by without me.”

“Then why are you up this early,” I inquired.

“Leslie woke me to critique her attire,” she admitted. “I am going back to bed as soon as you two leave.”

I laughed as I sipped my coffee. I’m not a big coffee drinker but I thought today was a good day to fire back a cup since I had no idea what Leslie had in store for me. I heard her rustling around upstairs as Mindy and I stood in the kitchen. Finally, it sounded like she made her way to the stairs and was descending. A moment later she emerged in front of us.

“You look like you are ready,” she greeted me.

She was wearing a lovely red suit, the jacket matching the skirt, which fell midway on her thigh. She had on a black, silk blouse underneath and matching black pumps. The blood started to rush to my groin just seeing her.

“I feel underdressed right now,” I admitted.

“You’re not,” she allowed.

Just then there was a horn honk from the front of the house.

“That’s the car,” Leslie announced. “We should go.”

She kissed Mindy on the cheek and headed for the front door. I placed my coffee cup, still 1/3 full into the sink and followed her. I grabbed my travel bag and her very large, apparently very full duffle bag and followed her out the front door.

There was a large black limo waiting for us at the end of the walkway. The driver opened the door for Leslie as she approached. As she disappeared into the vehicle, the driver collected the bags from me and headed for the rear of the car. I climbed into the car and closed the door.

Leslie sat next to me in the back of the car. She looked gorgeous and I was sizing her up when she began to toy with me.

“Aren’t you going to ask where we are going,” she pressed.

“I figured when you wanted me to know, you would tell me,” I replied.

“Sometimes you are too confident for your own good,” she frowned. “You take some of the fun out of things.”

“I’m sorry,” I mocked. “Hey Leslie, where are we going?”

“You’re a dick,” she laughed at me. “Actually, we are meeting Emma and Jack at the airport. Emma and I just represented a very large Seattle based video game company in a trademark infringement suit. The CEO was so impressed with our work, he is flying us to Seattle on his private jet for the day. We will Escort Ankara be sitting with him in his private box at the Mariners game and then have his limo for sightseeing the rest of the afternoon. We will take his plane back home tonight.”

“Wow, that is awesome,” I admitted.

“It really is,” she agreed. “You just have to remember that you are a consultant. Both for Mr. James and for Emma’s husband.”

“I see,” I said. “Well, I am a team player, so that should not be a problem.”

“Good,” she responded. She snuggled in close to me in the seat. “If you are a really good boy, I might have something else special in store for you.”

I was not even going to ask what that could be. I smiled as she kissed my cheek, neck and ear lobe. She then sat back and began fixing her make-up. I watched in delight, as she was an exceptionally attractive woman. I was almost lost in watching her when the car came to a stop.

The driver stepped out and came around to open the door for us. I stepped out of the car and then reached back to assist Leslie in getting out. It was a great way to get another look at her terrific body. This woman had me hot almost all the time now. She personified sexy.

I came back to reality to realize that we were on the tarmac, only several feet from a small jet, whose stairs were lowered, almost welcoming us. The driver got our bags from the trunk and transferred them to the airline staff on the ground. I was sure they would make their way on-board without an issue.

I followed Leslie up the steps of the pristine white jet and into the cabin. Emma and Jack were already on-board and seated. Emma had a glass of champagne in her hand and Jack was on his cell phone, on what sounded like a business call. We sat directly across from them and were quiet until Jack finished his call. Emma was wearing a lovely black floral dress with a white shall and black sandals. She looked conservative, which I knew she was not. I started to again feel underdressed for the occasion until I noticed Jack in a golf shirt and jeans, which were obviously new based on the lack of dirt on them.

An hour later, the stewardess made Jack end his call as we prepared for take-off. Not being the best airline passenger, I buckled in and tried to relax. Shortly thereafter, we were screaming down the runway and taking to the air. I was quiet as I listened to Emma and Leslie talk about the work they had done on this case and what a grand gesture this was as a thank you. Jack was trying to nod off, but the small pockets of turbulence kept waking him. I was silent but observant.

The flight was only two hours long and quite smooth, so I was able to make it through without too much anxiety. Emma and Leslie hovered over a laptop for most of the flight, talking about work. They became so wrapped up in their work that Jack and Leslie switched seats only 15 minutes into the trip. Great. Just the guy I want to sit next to on a flight. He is such a douchebag.

“This is pretty cool,” Jack said, trying to make small talk.

“It is,” I concurred. “Are you a big baseball fan?”

“Not really,” he admitted. “The game is too slow and no one gets hit. Football is my game.”

“Did you play,” I asked, half curious.

“Sure did,” he boasted. “I was a second-string linebacker at AZ State.”

“Impressive,” I responded. “Nothing past college?”

“Blew out my knee senior year,” he revealed. “Thank god I already had Emma in the bag. No woman wants a broken athlete.”

He was such a Neanderthal.

“What about you,” he inquired.

“4 years second base at USC,” I disclosed. “Fastest hands in the conference, but my bat lacked. Funny how things work out.”

“It certainly is,” he agreed. “Nice to get away from the kids for a day.”

What a fucking jackass. I could not wait for this flight to end.

Thankfully, the flight was over soon enough. Jack slowed his small talk when the stewardess starting handing out the alcohol. We landed on-time and there was a limo waiting for us on the tarmac. I almost felt like a rockstar for the day.

Jack climbed into the car first and I allowed both ladies to enter ahead of me. This allowed me to notice the driver loading both mine and Leslie’s bag into the trunk. Interestingly, those were the only two bags I saw him load. It occurred to me at that point that we were not staying overnight, so why were the bags necessary?

I let that thought pass and climbed into the car. Leslie was seated next to me and we were again across from Emma and Jack. Jack had already dipped into the booze in the limo and the ladies were freshening up their make-up, yet again. I sat quietly, taking in the moment and wondering what the rest of the day would bring.

After a 20 minute ride through what I assumed was downtown Seattle, we arrived at Safeco Field. Being a baseball fan, it was nice to see a newer ballpark up close. What a refreshing site it was, completely modern and with all the amenities. Nice. We were escorted by security directly Ankara Escort to a skybox on the press level. When we arrived, a sharp dress man was there to meet us.

Leslie and Emma seemed very familiar with him and they exchange pleasantries, including kisses on the cheek. That is an interesting business manner these women have. Emma introduced Jack to the gentleman and then he turned his attention to me.

“You must be the consultant I have heard so much about,” he deduced, extending his hand to me. “I am Bill James, CEO of Silo Gaming.”

He was tall and very fit, probably in his mid 40’s. He wore a very sharp pinstripe suit and was clean-shaven, with a full head of hair that was slightly graying on the sides. He had on a power tie that I recognized from some politician or other that I had seen on television recently. The man seemed to have his shit together.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir, I have heard nothing but good things,” I replied, lying through my teeth but shaking his hand nonetheless.

“This is my wife Bonnie,” he introduced.

I shook Bonnie’s hand and noticed that she could have only been about 30 years old. She was quite attractive, blonde and petite. She had big, curly blonde hair, which added to her only 5ft frame. She was rather light in her complexion but had a great deal of make-up to compensate. She had great curves and a modest to tiny chest. She was wearing a royal blue dress that was form fitting aside from the rather large shoulder pads it contained.

“These women did great work for us,” Bill announced. “I am sure you had a hand in helping and we can’t thank you all enough. We’re going to have a great time today.”

I made my way to the front of the box to get a view of the field. It was very impressive. I turned around to see a waiter taking everyone’s order for food. This was really luxury, a bit above my head, but I could fake it as well as anyone. I ordered a bottle of water to start, keeping it light.

I watched the visiting Los Angeles Angels take batting practice as Emma and Leslie talked business with Bill. Bonnie had Jack cornered, comparing photos of their kids, allowing me the sweet sound of silence as Vlad Guerrero deposited ball after ball into the left field stands. Sweet. Finally, Bill made his way around to catch up with me.

“Big baseball fan,” he asked.

“Yeah, love the game,” I admitted.

“Great pitching match up today, Hernandez and Lackey,” he informed me.

“Really, Hernandez is supposed to be the real deal,” I stated. “This should be fun.”

“He’s got lights out stuff,” Bill confirmed. “How do you keep two women as beautiful as that satisfied?”

I was completely taken back by the question. I examined it carefully before answering, wondering if it was generic or if Bill might really know something about something.

“Well, Bill, I keep my head down and work hard. I’m not sure it’s much more complicated than that,” I answered.

“We could be friends, or we could play games,” Bill declared, lowering his voice. “I have known Emma all her life, we grew up together. I was her first boyfriend and her first love. I taught her how to play the game, so don’t think I don’t know about it.”

“My apologies Bill,” I extended. “I give every piece of myself to what they request of me, because they are worth it.”

“That’s a great answer,” Bill complimented. “I respect that.”

“Thank you,” I reacted carefully. “What do you think of Jack?”

“Jack is a schmuck,” Bill acknowledged. “But, he makes her happy and isn’t bright enough to get in the way. So, we will tolerate Jack.”

“Bill, you are right,” I agreed. “We can definitely be friends.”

With that I followed Bill to the bar that was setup in the suite and grabbed a drink. This was a place where my normal beer wasn’t going to cut it, so I fell back on old reliable, vodka and orange juice. As Bill and I returned our conversation to baseball at the bar, Leslie made her way over to me. She leaned in and took a sip from my drink.

“A screwdriver,” she identified. “Maybe if you are lucky you will get to screw something later.”

I winced just hearing those words and Bill was man enough to let that remark pass without response. We sat down to watch the start of the game and stood again for the national anthem. The game started slow, going scoreless until the bottom of the 4th. With one on and one out, Richie Sexon stepped to the plate for the Mariners. When the count went 2 ball and no strikes I let out a sigh.

“What was that,” Leslie asked.

“That was fear, fear that Lackey is going to throw too good a pitch right here to not fall to 3-0 and Sexson it going to hit it to Calgary,” I declared.

“Okay, let’s see if it’s worth being afraid,” Leslie challenged me.

She turned her full attention to the game and Sexson launched the next pitch into orbit. The ball landed safely in the left field bleachers for a 2-0 Seattle lead. Leslie looked at me oddly.

“Well played,” she quipped. Ankara Escort Bayan She then leaned over to me and whispered. “We’ll see if you are afraid later.”

I was not sure what that meant either, but I could hardly wait to find out. We watched as Felix Hernandez dominated the Angels with 12 strikeouts through 8 innings and taking a 2-0 lead to the top of the 9th. He must have hit a pitch count limit because he did not come out to pitch the 9th. The Mariners closer came on and shut the door on the Angels.

With the game over, Bill told us to use his limo to see some of the sights of Seattle before heading back home. The jet would not be ready until 8pm this evening, so we had time to kill. Emma and Jack decided they were going back to Bill’s house for dinner and to catch up. Bill extended the offer to Leslie and I, but Leslie declined preferring to see Seattle up close.

We left the ballpark and got back in the limo. I sat there as Leslie gave the driver specific directions.

“Go straight to the Marriott downtown and don’t stop anywhere,” she instructed him.

The driver nodded and began our journey.

“What’s at the Marriott,” I inquired.

“Our suite, of course,” Leslie replied.

I smiled and had a feeling I knew where this was headed. We reached the Marriott shortly thereafter and Leslie did not even wait for the driver to open the door. She burst from the car and headed inside.

“Get the bags,” she yelled to me.

I exited the car and retrieved our bags from the trunk. I headed inside to where Leslie was standing. She was smiling wide as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevators. We boarded and she hit the top floor. I stood, with the bags in my hands, in silence. Leslie continued to smile.

We exited the elevator on the top floor. I followed Leslie as she entered one of the rooms. I almost fell over, as it was the largest hotel suite I had ever seen. There were marble floors and a full dining room. It also had a full workstation, 3 bedrooms and a 60-inch flat screen TV in the main living room. I was more than impressed.

“Another gift from Bill,” I assumed.

“He takes care of us when we take care of him,” she informed me. “And we just saved his company $35 million, so Bill is officially our biggest fan.”

“So, what is the plan,” I asked, setting our bags down by the couch in the living area.

“Today, I am going to try to give you my best,” she stated. “You said you didn’t think you had seen it, well today you will. I was a little upset when you made that remark to my sister, but I thought about it and agreed with you. I talked to Emma and decided to really show you how good I am. It’s 4:30 and we have to be on a plane at 8, so we better get started.”

She walked over to me and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me on the lips and then turned around. She began grinding her ass against my crotch. I was immediately responsive as my cock awoke. I reached around her waist and began groping her tits through her black silk blouse. I removed her jacket and tossed it over the couch. I wanted her and she knew it as I swelled rapidly.

Leslie grabbed my hand and led me to the couch. She ripped off my shirt and undid my belt. She tore down my zipper and dropped my pants, allowing my stiff pole to spring free. She pushed me down onto the couch and climbed on top of me. I grabbed her thighs and hiked up her skirt, revealing that she had no panties on. She reached down and inserted me into her hole. She was warm and extremely moist as I penetrated her.

“Emma told me you could give multiple loads,” she leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “She said you liked popping 3 or 4 times with her. If you want my best, then I want yours. Give me everything you have got.”

Hearing this I was like granite inside her. She rocked up and down on me, massaging my rod with her pussy. I loved how she was pushing her hips down on top of me. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head to me.

“If you want me best you have to bring it out of me,” I countered, thrusting my hips upward to meet her vagina as she was propelling it down on top of me. “Emma always did.”

“What did she do,” Leslie asked, almost out of breath.

“She always told me how many loads she wanted and where they were going,” I grunted with pleasure as I thrust into her again.

“I wanna do that too,” Leslie moaned as I pumped into her and she crashed on to me. “I want you cum harder with me than anyone else.”

I was throbbing inside her box. I was closing in on climax and she sensed it.

“Time for the first one,” she announced. She started to shutter and almost could not speak. “Fill me!”

Her scream brought my first orgasm. I sent juice inside of her with several rockets of liquid. I didn’t move as she twitched on top of me with her own orgasm. It was so intense I was immobile. Leslie, however, stood up and looked me deep in the eye.

“You rest a minute while I go get ready for number two,” she instructed.

I was not about to move but I heard her move around the couch and grab her bag. She headed into the bathroom and I heard the door shut. I am not sure if it was complete silence or if I drifted off for a moment, but the next thing I knew, Leslie had her hands over my eyes from behind me.

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Angel’s idea to get our writing done during the day and share fantasies in the evening was intriguing, so the next morning I slipped a note under her door telling her what my fantasy was in case she wanted to prepare for it.

I wrote—”You’re the farmer’s daughter alone on the farm and I show up at your door. I’ll be there at 7.”

For some reason this fantasy of working on a farm and getting seduced by the horny farmer’s daughter in the barn always aroused me, so this was a chance to play it out. Little did I know what Angel had in mind for me.

At seven, I knocked on her screen door and called, “Anyone home?”

“Who’s, there?” came her voice from inside.

“You don’t know me.” I shouted.

“Be right there,” she called from the other room.

When she appeared with her hair in pig tails, wearing the tightest, shortest cut off jeans I’d ever seen, I thought my eyes would fall out. She had a white peasant blouse that barely covered her tits and I could see her nipples through the thin material. She was bare footed and her long leg were spread slightly apart as she looked at me through the screen door.

“Oh, hello,” she said, smiling.

“My truck broke down. Can I come in and use your phone to call a garage?”

“Sorry, mister. I can’t let you in. My Daddy is a way and he said not to let any strangers in while he’s not here.”

“I understand,” I said. “You can’t be too careful these days, but I’m also looking for work. Could you use a farm hand?”

“Daddy said we might need to hire someone since my brother left,” she said.

“I’m a good worker,” I said, “but right now I need to call a garage for my truck. I need to use your phone. Please, let me in.”

“I can’t let you in, mister,” she repeated. “Daddy wouldn’t like it if he knew.”

She looked me in the eyes and smiled. “You look like a nice guy though,” she said. “And I know we could use an extra hand on the farm.”

“I’d appreciate if I could come in and use your phone,” I said.

“Oh, I don’t know. I better not, mister.” she said. “Daddy is real strict and said not to let anyone in, less I know them.”

“When will you’re father be home. I could wait for him,” I said. “I wouldn’t want you to disobey your father.”

“Not ’til tomorrow night,” she said. “‘Till then I’m all alone.” She then pouted.

She then pressed her forehead against the screen door, looking me in the eyes and smiling. She surprised me by leaning into the screen door, pressing her tits against the thin mesh and causing her cleavage to appear above her low cut blouse. She smiled, knowing I was looking at her tits.

“Please let me in. I would never harm you. I’m kind of stranded.”

“Oh, I wish I could let you in, but I promised my daddy,” she repeated. “But I see what a jam you’re in being stranded out here in the country.” She raised her arms above her head and leaned into the screen door, her tits flattened by the mesh, her nipples visible through the thin material of her blouse.

The way her body was pressed against the screen door and how she looked at me was turning me on. The seam of her cut offs was tight against her crotch revealing the outline of her pussy. Se twirled one of her pigtails around her finger and smiled, looking me in the eyes. “What a sexy tease she is,” I thought as my cock got hard in my jeans.

“And you look like such a nice man,” she added, smiling in a flirty way. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I understand,” I said. “But I would never take advantage of you. If you let me in to call a garage, I could do some work for you outside or in the barn while I’m waiting. I’d stay away from you until your father Escort Ankara returns. He would never know I was in your house.”

“I don’t know. I try so hard to be a good girl, but I always end up doing things I shouldn’t. My daddy says I’m naughty.”

“I’m surprised,” I said. “You don’t look like a naughty girl. And you are trying to be good and obey your father.”

“Thank you, mister,” she said, “I do try to be a good girl, but it isn’t always easy.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

She looked up at me through the screen door, twirling her pigtails around her finger. She didn’t speak but just looked up at me then gave me a shy little smile.

“I don’t think I should tell you why it isn’t easy for me to be a good girl.”

“Come on, tell me.”

“I don’t know if I should,” she said, pressing her crotch against the screen door.

“Come on, I want to know.”

“I get horny,” she said, looking down at her bare feet, then gave me that cute, shy smile, looking me in the eyes.

“You do,” I said.

“Yeah, like now. Standing here talking to you is getting me hot.”

“Me too,” I said.

“Do I turn you on?” she asked, smiling.

“Yes. You do look pretty damn sexy.”

“I do,” she said. “Oh, thank you, mister. I like looking sexy and it’s interesting that you’re here.”

“Really. What’s so interesting?”

“”Cause I always wondered what I’d do if a stranger showed up and I was home alone.”

“Well, I’m a stranger. How about letting me in?” I asked. “You’re making my cock hard.”

She looked down and could see the bulge in my pants through the screen door.

“Oh, my, I don’t know what to do. Talking to you is making me so horny and I do love older men, but I’m afraid to let you in and disobey my daddy.”

I moved forward and pressed my bulging cock against the screen door, pushing the mesh in slightly. Her tits were still pressed against the door and I could practically see her cunt through her tight cut-offs. She looked down at my bulge and at what I was doing.

“You are hard, aren’t you?” She said, and pushed her pelvis forward and pressed her crotch against my cock through the screen door.

“Mmmmmmmmmm” she moaned. “That feels so good. You feel so hard.”

She then arched her back slightly and we started humping each other through the screen door. We went at it harder and harder, my cock against her cunt. We were both grunting. The thin mesh of the screen door was the only thing keeping us from grabbing each other.

“Oh my god, this is hot!” she moaned. “I’m so turned on.”

The screen door was bouncing against the door frame as we went at it, looking at each other’s eyes. I raised my arms above my head, pressing my hands into the screen as I rubbed my cock against her. She spread her legs wide apart and bent back slightly so that she could move her cunt up and down my pole.

“You’re making me so wet,” she said, breathlessly.

“I’d like to do more,” I said, “if you let me in.”

“Oh, yeah. What would you do?” she said, biting her lower lip.

“Open up and you’ll find out,” I said. I stopped moving, but she didn’t. She kept her back bent so that her cunt was humping my cock. “I love how you make me feel.Mmmmmmmm.”

It was a pretty hot sight, seeing her in those tight cut offs rubbing her cunt against me and moaning with the thin mesh of the screen door between us.

“Let me in,” I said. “I know you want to be bad.”

“Yes, yes, I do want to be bad,” she said, but I can’t let you in.

“Open up and find out what it’s like when a stranger shows up and you’re alone.”

We kept humping against each other. “You want to be bad, don’t you?”

“I do want to be bad and I’m so horny. I can’t stand this anymore,” she said, backing up and finally Ankara Escort opening the screen door. “Cone on in, mister.”

We were standing close to each other.

“So, what are you going to do to a bad farmer’s daughter?”

Without a word, I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me. I loved how my hands felt on her round firm ass as I kneaded her through the tight jeans. She continued rubbing her cunt against my cock, moving up and down. . “Ewwwwww, you’re bringing out the badness in me.”

I then put my hands on the back of her head and kissed her, our tongues going deep into each other’s mouths, our bodies still rocking against each other. We both made deep guttural sounds as we kissed and fucked each other’s mouths with our tongues.

She pulled her mouth away and said, “Oh, my, I’m dizzy. That’s pretty hot kissing there, mister. I like your tongue.”

I turned her around so that her ass was against my cock and started rubbing against the crack of her ass and she wiggled against me. “Ohhh I love how your cock feels there,” she said. “Keep doing that.”

I then moved one hand down to her mound and gripped it, getting one finger against her pussy, pressing the seam of her jeans into her cunt, while my other hand roughly kneaded one of her tits.

She pulled her blouse down so that her tits spilled out. She put one of her hands on my hand, pushing it harder against her cunt and took her other hand and pressed it hard against her tit. “I like it rough, mister,’ she said, turning her head so she could look me in the eyes.

“You do, do you,” I whispered then moved my tongue in and out of her ear. “Well, that’s how I’m going to fuck you.”

“I want to be a bad farmer’s daughter,” she said, wiggling her ass against my cock, making it harder than ever. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

She then grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter, “How about eating this farmer’s daughter’s pussy. I want you to eat me with that hot tongue of yours!”

Her blunt dirty talking was getting me hotter than I already was. She unbuttoned her jeans, stretched her legs out and said, “Take my shorts off, mister and eat me!”

“You are bad, aren’t you? And bossy.” I said.

I got between her spread legs, grabbed the ends of her shorts and pulled them off of her and threw them across the room. She had no panties on. I then put her legs on my shoulders, my hands under her ass, pulled her forward and started licking her wet pussy. She lifted herself off the counter, thrusting her cunt harder against my tongue and said, “That’s it, mister, eat me!”

She grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into her, forcing my tongue deeper into her cunt. I pushed her legs wider apart, lapping up and down her wet pussy with fierce licks, going deeper while she yelled, “That’s it, mister. I love what you’re doing. That’s good. I love it. Fuck my pussy with your tongue!”

Her dirty talk was urging me on. I loved how hot and crazy I was making her. I wanted to get her so out of her mind, we’d both have the fuck of our lives. My hard cock was straining in my jeans and it was all I could do to keep from taking it out and ramming into her. Neither of us was interested in being gentle. This was out and out animalistic fucking.

I loved how wet and juicy her cunt was and how aggressive she was at getting what she wanted and needed. Her hands were on the counter in back of her, lifting herself harder against my tongue, “Eat me! Eat your little farmer’s daughter’s pussy! Make me cum!”

I found her clit and licked it hard and felt her lift herself even higher and shudder and then like a dam burst, she screamed, “OHHHHHHHHH GOD I’M THERE! I’M CUMMMING. OHHHHHHH YES, YES! EAT MY FUCKING CUNT!”

My tongue was in her as far as it could go and Ankara Escort Bayan she was pushing up against it, ‘OHHHHHHH YES. I’M CUMMMMMMING!I’M CUMMING! ” and then she fell back on the counter, pulled my head away and looked at me through glazed eyes—”I love how bad you make me. That was so wild. Now it’s your turn.”

She jumped off the counter, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. “Let’s go in the barn,” she said, pulling me.

“Fuck me on this hay bale mister,” She fell back on the bed, spreading her legs, her arms reaching up, her tits round and luscious. I stood above her, looking down at her, and took off my jeans. My cock was like an iron rod sticking straight out and she looked at it and then at my eyes and said, “Come on and fuck me with that cock. Give it to me!”

I loved looking at her open juicy pussy. I got down on my knees between her legs and put my cock at her entrance. She was lifting herself off the bed, arching her back, “Come on mister and fuck your bad farmer’s daughter. Fuck me hard!”

“You really want it, don’t you,” I said, teasing her, sliding my cock up and down her wet pussy lips.

“Don’t tease me you fucking bastard. Fuck me, now!” she yelled, putting her legs around my back, pulling me into her. My cock went straight into her tight hot cunt and she screamed, “AHHHHHHH YES FUCK ME FUCK ME.”

“Your cunt is so tight,” I said, as I pulled out and thrust into her even harder. “I love your tight cunt.”

Every time I rammed into her she lifted herself off the bed, her arms around my shoulders, her legs tight around my waist, forcing me deeper into her cunt as we both fell back on the bed. “You sure know how to fuck,” I said.

“So do too you mister,” she said, as we looked at each other, smiling. ‘Come on and fuck me harder!” She said. “Give me that big cock of yours! Fuck me harder. I can take it.”

When I thought I couldn’t fuck her harder, she said, “Let me ride you, mister. Let me ride you like you’re my stallion and I’m your little cowgirl. Come and take me for a ride!”

I barely pulled out as we changed positions and she was going to town, rising up and down on my cock, her big tits just above my mouth. “Oh yeah, that feels great. Ohhhhh yes. This is the way I like to fuck,” she said, looking down at me.

I had my hands on her ass as she went up and down. She was bent forward like she was on a galloping race horse, riding my cock faster and faster, screaming FUCK ME! YES! FUCK ME! OHHHHHHHMY GOD!” FUCK ME!”

When I put my finger in her ass hole, that took her over the edge and she shuddered and screamed even louder ‘OHHHHHH I CAN’T STAND IT. FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

I was beginning to wonder if this was her fantasy or mine but I didn’t care. We were fucking animals.

“She was riding me harder and harder, rising up and coming down hard on my thrusting cock, screaming, “I’M CUMMING. OHHHHHYES. I’M CUCMMING! FUCK ME! I’M CUUUUUUUUMING!”

Her cumming and her wet tight cunt got me ready to explode. I could feel my boiling sperm ready to erupt which made me lift myself off the bed as I thrust up into her cunt. She collapsed on me, just about spent. I then flipped her over on her back, spread her legs and thrust my cock into her, ramming in and out like a piston harder and harder. She could tell I was ready to explode as my cock got even bigger and she screamed, “FUCK ME. CUM IN ME! I WANT IT!”

“I’M CUMMING” I yelled, looking down at her intense eyes looking up at me.

“I want your cum, baby. Cum in me!” And I did, as gobs of sperm spurted into her and the most exquisite trembling sensation rippled through my body.

I collapsed on her, and lay there, unable to move for a minute. We were both like limp rags. I then rolled off and onto my back, gasping for air. “That was some fantasy,” she said.

“That was beyond anything I ever imagined,” I said. “You’re amazing. I hope I can make your fantasy happen like mine did,” I said.

“I hope so too,” she said. “Wait ’til you hear what I have in mind. Then you’ll know what a devil this Angel is.”

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The coach stops and Adam steps out into the brisk, fresh air. It hits him and he takes the moment with a deep breath. There’s a feeling of anticipation, it’s excitement mixed with just a touch of nervousness. It’s an unfamiliar feeling through a thousand thoughts rushing around his head as he thinks of her and then… “Professor, which way to the hotel?”

He’s interrupted and snapped back to reality as his students start descending down the coach steps. He turns, smiles, collects his bag and without a word, he begins to lead the way. The group naturally follow. Of course who wouldn’t follow him. He’s well respected by his peers and by students. Armed with a charismatic and commanding personality, a quick mind, a sharp tongue for those who dare cross him, and the fact he’s been gifted with the build of a lumberjack certainly helps.

Adam was an annual visitor of the industry’s Annual Conference. Although this years weekend brought something new. The line up of new ideas being presented and panel discussions, included one of his past alumni from 12 years ago. Appearing in the main panel discussion… Lara.

After Lara’s graduation they became more than professor and student. Now an ex girlfriend, their split was quite amicable, parting in agreement that they are better as friends. Friends that use to have the most amazing sex, yet now friends nonetheless. Over the years Adam kept a casual check on Lara’s career and as he took his seat, he felt proud that the one he once taught, would now be speaking this evening.

Then, there she was.

Walking on stage with the organisers, chatting, smiling and looking as engaging as ever. “My god!” Adam thought to himself. He wasn’t expecting to get hard so quick from just seeing her. Lara looked like Lara, yet different. His former inquisitive little lady had grown into a confident woman. A woman wearing a pencil skirt, heels and shirt with a silk scarf. She’d always had a prim look about her, yet gone were those days of slightly creased student clothes and blonde dyed hair. “Bet that ass still looks the same though” he thought. He remembered their first time and how his perception of her had been changed forever. Judging from the way she presented herself you’d never believe her wildness behind closed doors. They used to joke about Lara being “A lady in the street, but a freak in the bed.”

The discussion began and she was so natural at this. Confident, captivating and even made the audience laugh a few times. It was surprising although really, that scarf was all Adam could concentrate on. That scarf and what he could do with it to her.

After the talk she was just about to be swept away Escort Etlik from the side of the stage, then as she stood and turned, there it was. That little hint of the Lara, that Adam once knew so well, was revealed by a long, thin, black line running down the middle of her tights at the back. He smiles, shakes his head and thinks to himself “She’s wearing stockings that little minx.” As he heads to the exit, gathering the group, he feels a twang of disappointment. “I thought she’d see me in the crowd. I’m going to go find her.” He agrees with himself. Not before she could find him though. Just as he began explaining the key points from the evenings talk to the group, it happens… “Hey you!” Says a voice he knows too well. He looks over, “Hello Lara.”

She chats briefly to this years students. Their eyes lit with the same enthusiasm she once had. Adam takes the opportunity, swift and cool; “What are your plans now? Care to join us?”

“I wish I could, I have dinner plans. I’ll try come see you after dinner, would be nice to have a catch up. Maybe can meet in the bar?” says Lara just as she’s whisked away again, this time by colleagues.

Adam thinks “I’ll try..? Maybe can meet in the bar? What does that even mean. Maybe! I’ll just go to the bar later. She’ll turn up.”

Two and a half hours and four drinks pass. it’s 10.30pm and Adam gives up. She’s not coming. The students start on the shots and he takes it as his que to leave. Lost in his thoughts, he pushes the button to the lift and the doors opens. Lara’s there. Looking down, rummaging for something in her handbag. He’s frustrated about the wait yet finds himself already smiling. She takes a step forward to exit and looks up. They lock eyes, she jumps and blushes. “Oh, hi, I was just coming d…” Adam pushes her back into the lift, holding onto her arm and calls for his floor. “You’ve been naughty Lara. You kept me waiting.” His deep voice sends tingles down her spine and then back up to her nipples. She tries to talk, to protest, or to question what’s happening, it’s unexpected though she’s too taken back and too intrigued.

He quickly guides her to his hotel room without another word. She eagerly follows yet just as he opens the door, she halts. Her turns to see her stood there, biting her lip and looking concerned. Thoughts flood her mind and as the implications are being processed is interrupted; “Get in here now!” he instructs as he reaches out his hand. It’s so sexy she takes it, looses all control and obliges.

Adam pushes the door shut, towering over her as Lara’s pinned to the door. She’s breathing heavily with excitement. He stands for a moment before breaking Etlik Escort the silence again “Now, what should I do with you?” Lara remains quiet, looking up at him. She bites her lip again and shrugs her shoulders. “Lara, don’t be shy. You need to tell me what you want, or I’m just going to do to you what I want.”

She smiles, looks him in the eye and quietly speaks “I want you to do whatever you want to me. I want you… to… make me your slave.” She pauses, absorbing Adam’s shock to her bluntness. “Please may I call you… Sir?”

He reaches down to pick her up as she wraps her legs around him. Lara tries to kiss him although he pulls out of reach as he walks with her across the room through to the shower and places her inside. “Take off your clothes” he commands “Yes Sir” she smirks as she unbuttons her shirt and wiggles down her skirt. Bending over to the side slightly, showing a hint of her arse. She goes to the scarf but Adam grabs her wrist, then her other wrist and holds them above her head. “Hold on to the shower head and don’t move your arms!” He inches his hands down her arms and unties the silk from around her. Continuing back up, he uses it to tie her wrists to the shower head. There she stands. Black lace underwear, stockings and her scarf around her wrists. “Now you’re mine and I’ve got you just where I want you!” He explains as he steps back, reaches over and switches the water on.

Lara immediately gasps in the cold water as she watches Adam undress. Once the water warms she opens her mouth. Water runs down her face and over her lips. “Sir, the water’s warm. Will you join me please?” He pulls Lara’s waist in towards him and kisses her deeply. Pushing their tongues hard against one another’s as she involuntarily moans which leads to a louder groan when he rams his hand down her wet thong and his fingers up into her pussy.

The groaning is too loud! Adams hand covers her mouth, and his mouth starts to slowly explore her skin. His hand fucking her once again. Kissing down her neck, then to her nipples. “Fuck I’ve missed this. My cock is really aching for you now.”

He relaxes his hand from her wetness. “How did that make you feel?” asks Adam and waits for a response “So, good!” she whispers, pausing in between gasps for breaths. Adam pushes the tip of his cock against her. “How does this feel?” Adam questions and waits again. Lara goes to answer yet just as she does, he thrusts himself inside of her, making her squeal with delight.

Adam pounds Lara hard. Water still dripping down over their bodies. He wraps both of his hands around her neck and uses it to push her body down onto him harder and Etlik Escort Bayan deeper with each thrust, knowing exactly how she likes it. Fucking her hard, tightening his hands around her neck. She’s groaning. He’s going to come but wants to stay living in this moment, so pulls out. Lara looks longingly “please sir, please give me more.” She begs him. It’s too much. He holds his cock and immediately starts to cum all over her body as she helplessly stands there.

He washes her down and without a word, switches the shower off. Lara steeps her back against the corner of the shower and tilts her head towards Adam. “Please take me. Make me cum sir. I’m so close. I want to cum for you.” Adam grabs a towel and wraps it around her. Lara’s wrists still tied to the shower. “You need to be punished. Now, it’s your turn to wait.” Adam leaves, lies down on the bed and immediately drifts off to sleep.

Lara stands there relaxed, tired and horny for more. There’s a freedom in giving someone complete control and no one else can command her like Adam does. Her life now, revolves around her work, and as she’s head of her department usually everyone looks to her for the answers and plans of what to do next. Only when she’s with Adam does she ever feel, her guard can be let down completely and she can show all sides of herself. She remembers this sense like it was yesterday, feeling like she can relax and knowing she’ll remain completely safe with him. Understanding Adam’s plan, she knows he just wants to tease her so stays a little while, hands tied up, her underwear and stockings still on and drenched. Basking in her horniness.

A short while later Adam is awoken with a warmth. A warm, wet pleasure surrounding his cock. His hand reaches down to find the back of Lara’s head moving slowly up and down. She’s untied herself, came straight to suck him off and he recalls how much she use to love him being in her mouth. He pulls her up towards him and kisses her. Nibbling on those lips. She asks “Did you miss me? Do you still want me to wait? Adam?” He can feel her legs over him. Her heart pounding. Her pussy is still soaking wet and resting against him. He feels goosebumps igniting down her skin, as his hands run down her body to her hips, as they kiss and he lifts her up to enter inside. Her sound of her sweet moans echo in his ears, intensifying as his hard cock moves in and out of her soft pussy. He sits upright and guides her hips to bounce up and down ontop of him. She bites his shoulder softly to muffle her screams. She can’t control her hands, she wants to feel all of him. Running her hands through the back of his hair, down across his board shoulders and over his big arms. Her hands clench, along with her entire body. His arms wrap right around her tightly. The smacking of her wetness gets louder and louder, quicker and quicker, harder, harder, harder, and as he explodes inside of her, he groans loudly and Lara cums.

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I am narrating a true story happened in my life some years ago. I was married for almost 10 years then and well versed with women and sex. I was 35 years old . We were staying in a small place like Mysore and there was not much scope for extra marital affairs there.

This tale is about my sister-in-law whose name was Sandhya and how I chanced upon an opportunity to fuck her. Sandhya was 28 years old then and married to Dr.Raj who was an aloholic person. They were staying at Delhi and their marriage was on the rocks. Sandhya had come to Mysore during Dasara festival. She had a sexy figure of 38C-24-38. She had long black hair, dimple cheeks and beautiful eyes. She was so beautiful and anyone who looked at her once use to turn his head at least once to look at her sexy figure again. When Sandhya arrived I did not have any wrong feelings about her but when I saw her from near for couple of days, my erection was unstoppable. I used to smell her bra and panty when I was in the bath room immediately after her bath and used to imagine how she will be in the bed like.

On her arrival, she was very depressed and not talking to anybody. However after couple of days she started telling me and my wife her marital problems with Raj. We felt very sorry for her but we really could not help her situation. One day evening I returned from the office in the evening and entered my bed room. I saw my wife with her back to me wearing my favorite saree. I thought of giving her a surprise and went from behind and held her tightly and started kneading her boobs and kissing at her neck. I had closed my eyes and murmuring to her that since her sister had come to our place, I feel very horny and wants to have sex every moment. She turned her head to me and within fraction of second I realized that Sandhya was wearing my wife’s saree and standing in my bedroom and by mistake I had embraced her from behind and kissed her all over. Her face had turned into red and one of her blouse button had come off due to my rough handling. I was so embarrassed and could not even say sorry. Escort Eryaman She had just ran out of my room. I do not know what to do and wondering whether she will tell this incidence to my wife. But to my surprise she had not told my wife anything on that day. I was ashamed to see into her eyes from that day and I was not looking at her at all. However I think that she was thoroughly enjoying me doing that thing to her.

Next day, my wife had to go to Bangalore for some urgent work for couple of days and she asked Sandhya to join her. However Sandhya replied that she was in Mysore especially for dasara and would not like to go out. My wife had asked me to take care of her younger sister and left next day early morning by 6 am. I decided to make amends for my holding Sandhya and kissing her and decided to make morning bed tea for her. I prepared the tea and took it over to her room. I was about to knock the door and I heard weak moaning sound coming from inside. I bent and put my eye to a key hole. I could see Sandhya lying on her bed and her night gown was up to her waist. She was finger fucking herself and moaning slowly. I started getting a hard one. I decided to interrupt her pleasure session and knocked at her door. She opened the door after couple of minutes. I said Good Morning to her and she was blushing. I told her that I have myself made morning tea for her. She said that was not necessary and actually she will do all these things what my wife used to do. We had morning tea together and I told her that I will be coming early from the office to take her around in the town. I asked her to be ready by 5 in the evening. I reached home in the evening and Sandhya opened the door. She was wearing a blue color georgette saree with matching blouse. All her sexy body contours were so clear that I could not believe my eyes. Sandhya seems to be enjoying my oogling at her. We went out for some shopping and decided to have dinner outside.

After finishing the shopping we went to a five star hotel for dinner. I took her there as I was feeling Eryaman Escort guilty for the incident happened the day before. I decided to take a small peg of whisky and asked Sandhya will she mind trying some alcohol? She was surprised and after lot of perusing said she will take some mocktail. I ordered a gin for her and whisky for me. After finishing the first drink she ordered couple of more shots of gin. She seemed to be enjoying the light feeling she was getting due to alcohol effect. In between I went to toilet and came back and noticed that she had finished my cocktail of Rum and Whisky. I was worried now as I knew that this combination will be too much for Sandhya. I quickly ordered for dinner. She was very high and not willing to have dinner. Somehow we managed to eat something and we left for the house. We reached home by 10.30 in the night.

By the time I reached home, Sandhya had slept in the car. I opened the house door and tried to wake her up but her eyes were not opening. I pulled her out of the car, lifted her in my arms and took her to bedroom. I came out, locked the car doors and then house door. I went back to her bed room and removed her sandals. I was in two minds whether to change her clothes or not? I decided not to and got up and switched off the light in sandhya’s bedroom and was about to leave, but she quickly held my hand and pulled me on her. Her eyes were still closed. She was pleading me to make love to her. An electric current ran through my body. My cock was rock hard by now. Suddenly it started raining and the power went off. The night was very chill. The nature has created a very erotic environment for me and I was getting sucked into the blackhole. I bent and put my lips on Sandhya’s lips and out tongues entwined. My hands were searching for her blouse hooks and I ripped her blouse and bra. I removed my clothes and slept near her. She was kissing me ferociously and was not letting go my lips. Her nails were forced into my back and she was holding me so tightly as if her life was dependent on it. My hands Eryaman Escort Bayan were kneading her boobs and caressing her erect nipples. I started pinching her erect tits in my thumb and index finger. She had shaved her pussy clean and her cunt lips were already oozing with honey. I twisted her cunt lips roughly and she sighed. I put my middle finger in her cunt and started finger fucking her slowly. She was enjoying it thoroughly and responding by inserting her tongue in my mouth and slurping. She held my cock and started shaking it. My cock was getting harder and harder.

I decided enough is enough and mounted on her. She spread her legs to welcome me. I pushed my cock deep into her cunt with one single thrust and she almost screamed. I put my lips on hers to muffle her voice and screams. By now I had started pumping her like a steam engine. I fucked her for almost half an hour. During this period she had hit climax at least 3 times. My balls were tingling by now. I was sweating like a dog in a heat screwing a bitch. I shot my load deep into her and collapsed on her body. My cock was pulsating inside her cunt for almost couple of minutes. I tried to remove it but noticed that it is becoming hard again so decided to pump her further. I started with slow strokes. My cum was flashing out of her cunt along with her juices like a fountain with every stroke of mine and it was making a plop sound very nicely. That sound has further turned me on and my cock size become monstrous. She was having difficulty in accommodating my huge cock inside her and screaming. I had muffled her voices by closing her mouth by my hand. I pumped her for almost 20 minutes but count not shoot. I was feeling frustrated. Both of our bodies were drenched with sweat. While fucking her, I was biting her tits and kneading her boobs. She reached peak on couple of times and was behaving like a bitch in a heat. At last I shot my load inside her and fell off. It was 2 in the morning. We were playing with our bodies for almost 4 hours. She was fast asleep now. My semen mixed with her juices were flowing out of her cunt smoothly. Her hands were above her head and her boobs were lifted enough for me to knead.

I fucked her once more before leaving her room. I could accidentally fuck my sister-in-law which I will never forget in my life.

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Readers — for my Valentine’s tale this year, I brought back some old and familiar characters. For those of you new to my writing, please read “The Twelve Lays of Christmas” and “There is Baking and There is Cooking” if you want to learn the history of our players. Enjoy the story ~~ BrettJ

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Thomas Wickham swung his legs out of bed and tried not to yelp when his bare feet hit the cold bedroom floor. It was one of the things he didn’t like about the house. True, it had its charms, but buying the rambling Colonial-style home would not have been his first choice. He thought it too big for just himself and his wife, but Cherie had fallen in love with it at first sight and that was that. He would have done anything to make her happy because Cheryl “Cherie” Partridge had brought the sun back to his life a few scant years ago. Theirs had been a whirlwind courtship and yet, he knew she, like himself, had no regrets.

He put on his slippers and looked over at his sleeping wife. Even with her hair all tousled, she looked beautiful. She truly was one of those women who could roll out of bed looking spectacular and with a few quick applications, become even more so. Small wonder he had fallen in love with her so quickly, although her personality had been the clincher. She brought him an all-encompassing love and passion and held nothing back. From their very first date, Cherie had woven her magic. Nothing had gone stale in their relationship, even after these years together. Last night had proven that, Thomas was weary and his bones creaked a little from all his exertions. She was a very demanding lover and he had stepped up his game considerably since she had become his wife. The experiences he had shared with Cherie would have been enough for a lifetime, perhaps even several. That didn’t count to Cherie and he knew they had barely scratched the surface.

Given a choice, Thomas would have loved to have slept until noon and then, re-acquainted himself with his wife’s passionate body. He didn’t have that option today, not if he wanted his plans to come off with no glitches. He shook the cobwebs from his brain and went downstairs to make coffee for himself and for Cherie. Usually when Thomas awoke, Cherie wasn’t long in following and vice-versa. The happy couple always spent their mornings together and sometimes, his gorgeous wife would try to lure him back to bed. She often succeeded. What good was owning your own business if you couldn’t come in late every so often? He knew his staff at Le Petite Chou was more than capable of handling things until he arrived. He trusted Brandi with every facet of the business and she had repaid his trust over and over again.

The coffee had barely finished brewing when Cherie walked into the kitchen. She was already dressed and showered, he often marveled at how fast his lovely wife could accomplish all of that. Wearing a silk blouse, tight black pants and heels, she looked as if she was going out to work in a fashion house and not at a high-end food store. That’s where they had met and Cherie loved working at the Pear Tree. She was part of their extended family.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to rise this early,” Cherie smiled as she kissed her husband on the cheek. He handed her a cup of coffee.

“Since when have I had trouble rising?” Thomas punned. That got a smile out of her and earned him another kiss. One of Cherie’s proudest accomplishments was the fact she had loosened him up a bit. It had been one of her mother-in-law’s requests at their wedding. Not that she hadn’t noticed immediate potential in the handsome British chef.

“Well darling, after last night, I’m not complaining,” Cherie smiled and sipped her coffee. She let out a satisfied sigh that was an unspoken compliment to her husband’s wonderful coffee. Cherie had married a man who did everything well and were she not intent on maintaining her figure, she could well have weighed a few hundred pounds. Even something as simple as a cup of coffee was a masterpiece when made by Tommy. She chuckled to herself as she remembered that she was one of the few women in the world allowed to call him that. Most of the time, he hated it.

“So, good looking, are you going to tell me what you have planned for us today?” Cherie asked, nuzzling his neck.

“Today? What’s so special about today?” He teased, knowing it would bug her just a little. He was right, she punched him in the arm. As he rubbed his arm, he smiled and gave her a kiss. “Are you planning to tell me what you have planned, my lovely Valentine?”

“Not a chance,” Cherie smiled and shook her head. She knew the surprise — actually, the first surprise — would garner a lot of smiles. The second, and biggest of the surprises, would wait until much later tonight. She knew that Thomas would plan something magical and all she would have to do is show up.

Thomas had everything all planned out, nothing at all had been left to chance. These next few days would be something she would not soon forget if he knew Cherie — and he did. Even though she could still manage to surprise him, the sexy brunette Escort Sincan was his soul mate. If he performed some romantic gesture on her behalf, she always appreciated it and the way she showed her appreciation made it all worthwhile.

“Mike’s giving me a few days off, isn’t that nice of him?” Cherie smiled as she poured herself some more coffee. Thomas didn’t tell his bride that he had arranged that with Mike and that his longtime friend was more than happy to help. “So, we can start celebrating a little early, if you like.”

“Sounds great to me gorgeous, I just need to set up for the lunch crowd and then you’ll have me all to yourself,” Thomas grinned. He had a few things to discuss with Brandi and then everything was ready to go. He finished his coffee, kissed Cherie goodbye and made his way to the restaurant. A small part of him wondered if he might be even more excited than Cherie would be when she discovered all of her surprise.

Cherie ran upstairs and found the first of her husband’s gifts. Irina had come up with the idea. Her ex-roommate had suggested that she have some photographs taken and make them into a very sexy calendar. Cherie was intrigued by the idea and Irina suggested a friend of hers, a lovely photographer who often did these kinds of things. Cherie rummaged through her collection of lingerie, heels and other accessories. Her libido thrilled to the thought of giving her husband some exciting new fantasies. She had often thought about posing in such a manner, Cherie had no hang-ups whatsoever about her body.

Cherie had planned meticulously what it was she wanted in the calendar. Despite all of that, her plans went flying out the window when she met the photographer. Cherie Wickham was not the type of woman who got flustered easily. This was an exception to the rule. Amelia Prince would get anyone in a tizzy. Tall, sexy, with skin the color of cocoa and expressive brown eyes, she made Cherie weak-kneed. Try as she might, she couldn’t speak in full sentences for a good ten minutes after meeting the woman. Why hadn’t Irina told her that her friend was so stunning? Cherie realized that she had answered her own question. Irina was playing one of her little games. Her one-time lover was trying to set her up for a little discreet encounter.

Okay, she could deal with that. If it happened, so be it. Tommy knew that she had occasional dalliances with women, he had witnessed her and Irina. He was aware that she’d had a little fling with Brandi and it was she who had set Brandi up with Irina. The three of them had enjoyed a time of erotic pleasures that Cherie would remember until her dying day. She was never dishonest with Tommy, although she still had her secrets. She enjoyed revealing little snippets of them to her husband and watching how he reacted. Being mysterious had kept spice in their marriage.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Amelia said in a honeyed tone. “Irina undersold you, she said you were lovely. Fuck that, you’re the hottest bitch I’ve ever seen. Do you play?”

Cherie decided to play it a bit coy and have some fun. “Sometimes,” she said in a sensual purr. “If someone makes me the right offer.”

“Consider it made,” Amelia told her. Her clothes were so tight that they looked to be painted on. Cherie was dying to see the sensual photographer in her birthday suit, yet she was still playing the game. She smiled and sat down in a comfortable chair. Regaining her wits, she explained to Amelia what it was she wanted to accomplish. The lovely photographer smiled at Cherie and nodded. “We can make that happen,” Amelia told her, taking Cherie’s hands in her own. “But I will require a substantial down payment.”

“I probably have enough, what do you need?” Cherie asked.

“A kiss,” Amelia said with a merry laugh. “A really good one as a promise of what we’re going to do when we’re done filming.”

Cherie nodded and felt a warmth suffuse her entire body. It had been quite some time since she had been this aroused by another woman. She stood up and let Amelia put her arms around her. Their lip lock seemed to suck the air from the lungs of the pair of them. Cherie was practically panting when they broke their heated embrace.

“You’ve done that before,” Amelia smiled at her client.

“Yes, I’m bi-sexual. I had a relationship with a woman before I married my husband,” Cherie told her new friend.

“Irina?”

Cherie nodded that Amelia had guessed correctly and the seductive black woman laughed merrily. “That gorgeous blonde bitch, she always got the best tail,” she smiled sweetly at Cherie. Under normal circumstances, Cherie might have taken umbrage at Amelia’s comment, but she liked the woman’s bold, forthright manner. She smiled back and asked her new friend if she had also bedded Irina.

“Yeah, but it was a while back,” Amelia sighed. “She’s got a steady girlfriend now and the relationship seems rock-solid.”

“It is, I introduced them,” Cherie told Amelia. She thought about telling Amelia just how she had made the introduction and then thought better of it. Her friends Sincan Escort had a right to their privacy. Still, perhaps in the near future, she could re-acquaint herself with Brandi and with Irina in her former manner — and invite Amelia along as her special guest. That remained to be seen. Cherie shivered again and thought of what was to happen later. As much as she wanted these photos for Tommy to come out great, she hoped that she would have a nice amount of time to play with Amelia. The gorgeous photographer gave off an aura of delicious, decadent sex. She went to the room where Amelia told her she could change and her heart was racing. Cherie was anxious to boldly display her gorgeous body to Amelia and flirt as much as necessary to have the woman drooling over her.

Cherie had chosen some of her sexiest lingerie and outfits. Some of these things her Tommy had never seen before, they had been relegated to the back of her closet since before their marriage. Some, like her PVC corset and matching boots, were downright kinky. She knew her husband well enough to know they’d get his motor running. She was going to start demure and work her way up. To start, she’d chosen a white negligee that Tommy often mentioned as being one of his favorites. He thought it made his wife look elegant. That was how she intended to start — work from elegant to sexy to outright pervy. It would be a calendar to fuel Tommy’s most incredible fantasies throughout the year. When Tommy got to January, she hoped that he’d be ready to fuck the shit out of her. She gave out a small little sigh as she thought of her husband and lover. No matter what transpired in their day, they never seemed to lack passion.

Cherie twirled and spun around and did whatever Amelia instructed her to do. She thought of nothing but sex as she posed, sex with Tommy, sex with Amelia, sex with Irina and Brandi and many of the lovers of her past. She felt naughty tingles surging through her body as she posed and was sure it would show in the photos. A number of times, she caught Amelia wiping her brow and Cherie was sure it wasn’t just from the hot lights in the studio. She was turning Amelia on and that was fun. Here she was, living out a long-held fantasy and it was only going to get better after she was done!

The two of them finished by 4 PM and before Cherie even had a chance to move, Amelia pulled her close and kissed her, hard. “If those fucking pictures got any hotter, my camera would have melted,” she told Cherie when she finished kissing her. “God, but you are a sexy, exciting bitch. Are you ready now? Can I finally fuck you?”

Now it was Cherie’s turn to pounce. With her agile tongue, she gave her assent. “If you weren’t ready by now, I was going to jump you and rip your clothes off and fuck you,” she said to the woman. “I’m not the only sexy and exciting bitch in this room.”

“Yeahhh,” Amelia said with a breathy sigh. She took Cherie’s hand and led her to a beautifully decorated bedroom, replete with a gorgeous 4-poster bed. For a few minutes, the two beauties just sat on the edge of the bed, kissing and touching. That wouldn’t last too long, Cherie sensed. Their need for each other was almost palpable.

As if sensing Cherie’s thoughts, Amelia stood up and began removing her clothes, putting a little wiggle here and there to add some spice to the moment. She neatly folded her attire over a nearby chair and bit by bit, her enticing lingerie was revealed to an admiring Cherie. It was pink and white and lacy and with her heels making her legs so long and shapely, Cherie was practically drooling. When she sat back down beside Cherie, she took Cherie’s hands and placed them on her breasts. “Feel my tits,” Amelia breathed. “I’ve wanted you to touch them ever since you walked in the door.”

Cherie gave free rein to her desires and fondled the gorgeous woman’s round and perfect tits. Amelia’s body was so sensual that there were sculptures not as perfect as she was. Dark and sensual, her voice dropped to a throaty purr as Cherie caressed her. The lovely brunette lowered her newest lover to the bed and licked the large, dark, silver-dollar nipples. That got the desired response, several low and guttural moans from Amelia and she could also see a damp patch at the gusset of Amelia’s tiny thong. She was only just starting, Cherie intended to make that lovely pussy cream in very short order. “I feel like I can be a total slut with you,” Cherie hissed through clenched teeth. “Can we be whores together?”

“We can be anything you want, only don’t stop what you’re doing,” Amelia moaned softly. “God, this is the best I’ve felt in a long, long time.”

Cherie allowed herself a self-congratulatory smile at that comment. She used her talented hands to move all over the black woman’s sexy body and when Amelia lifted her hips, she removed her tiny pink thong. A beautiful, shaved pussy awaited her, replete with fresh juices and a sensual musk. There was such a heady feeling surging throughout Cherie as she went down on her new lover, using a tongue that had brought many beautiful women to orgasms. Sincan Escort Bayan She didn’t stop licking and sucking until she had done that for Amelia. The hot photographer thrashed about the bed so much when she came that she nearly dislodged her partner.

“Baby, you can eat my cunt any time you want,” Amelia groaned, using raw language to excite the sexy, auburn-haired model. “Okay, you gorgeous bitch, hold on tight because I’m no slouch when it comes to cunnilingus either.”

Within seconds, Cherie Wickham nee Partridge, discovered that Amelia was not prone to idle boasting. Her dark-skinned playmate had a long and skilled tongue that slathered all over her pussy and body. Despite the snug PVC Cherie was wearing, her naughty friend managed to get to all of the right places. Cherie found herself thrashing about as well and using profanities that were equal to the ones that Amelia had voiced just minutes earlier. She was having a blast sexing it up with this woman and as Amelia brought her to the crest of orgasm, she knew Tommy was going to get his brains fucked out later tonight.

“I hope we’re not done,” Cherie panted as she sat up and kissed Amelia. She could taste the sweetness of her own juices on Amelia’s soft, plump lips.

“Fuck bitch, not a chance in hell,” Amelia said light-heartedly. “I don’t let anyone leave my bed until they’re almost too weak to walk,” she laughed. “Do you like toys and things like that?”

“Slut, I like it all,” Cherie laughed, playing the word games she sensed that Amelia liked in bed. “What do you have in mind?”

Amelia went into her closet and came out with an assortment of toys, gadgets and oils. “I have a lot of things in mind,” she smiled. “You can do to me and I can do to you. Where do we start?”

Cherie looked at the pile of sexy goodies and found something she liked. “Here,” she said, holding out her hand to show Amelia. “I’ve always wanted to try these,” she grinned, displaying the sexy anal beads. Amelia nodded and helped Cherie out of the remainder of her PVC outfit, save for the sexy, high-heeled boots. She licked and slurped at Cherie’s ass to lube her up before inserting the beads. When she took them out, one by one, Cherie nearly went through the roof. The feeling had been wonderful, the stimulation was so intense. For herself, Amelia chose a set of Ben-Wa balls that vibrated. Cherie licked and sucked all over Amelia’s lanky body while the balls did their work. When she got to Amelia’s pussy, her friend gushed all over her face as she let out a shriek that would wake centuries of the dead.

The two women were far from done. They used a double dildo to fuck each other, neither of them giving a quarter. Then, they performed a sixty-nine that was hotter than most porn movies. The two of them were shaking when they broke apart and Cherie realized that she could barely walk. What Amelia had said to her earlier came back to her mind and she smiled.

“I have to be going in a while,” Cherie sighed. “My husband isn’t closing his restaurant tonight, so he’ll be home in a few hours. I wish I had a lot more time, but I don’t,” she told Amelia with regrets.

“Do you have a bit more time?” Amelia questioned.

“I suppose so, but I’m not sure I have the strength,” Cherie giggled. “Just what did you have in mind?”

“I want to take a few more photos for the calendar, a little bonus,” Amelia told her and outlined her plan to Cherie. She smiled and nodded, knowing that this calendar would make a wonderful gift for her husband, especially with the bonus content her friend had suggested. It would make for the best Valentine’s Day gift of all, save for the one surprise she was keeping until the very end.

As early as it was when he arrived at the restaurant, Thomas was not at all surprised to find Brandi Ledford already there. She often arrived at the restaurant before him. She was sitting in a booth, having coffee with Irina. Thomas still was charmed by their relationship, something that had come about as a result of both women’s friendship with his wife. Cherie shone her light on everyone and they all seemed to blossom. The two lovelies were holding hands and smiling, close as two peas in a pod. They both smiled when they noticed him arrive and stood up to hug him.

“Is everything ready, bossman?” Brandi asked, using the nickname she always called him. Thomas smiled and nodded.

“I just hope everything goes according to plan,” Thomas said, allowing himself a moment of doubt. He sat down to join the women for a much-needed cup of coffee.

“You and I went over every detail with a fine-tooth comb,” Irina said, brushing a blonde lock from her face. “Next to you, no one knows more about Cherie than I do. This plan is fool proof and even if — and I do stress IF — a few glitches happen, just your being together will make it wonderful,” she told him, patting his hand. Thomas smiled and thanked her. His gift to his loving wife had been engineered by Irina and she was right, she did know his wife well — and intimately. He knew bits and pieces about Irina’s past with Cherie and had witnessed one of their shared moments, yet he still would have liked to have known more. Thomas was smart enough not to pry because with each little piece of new information he gleaned from Cherie, there was usually a sexy surprise that went with it.

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Seth had help Feilan move a washer and dryer into her apartment. It was a scorcher outside and his t-shirt was soaked with sweat.

Feilan was hooking up the water and the plug-ins when she noticed how hot and sweaty Seth was. “Hey if you want you can use the shower first. I won’t be done here for a bit.”

He nodded with a smile and walked into the bathroom leaving the door open and stripped off his shirt, then the rest of his clothing. He turned the water on testing it for the right temperature.

She didn’t have the right wrench. Feil went into the kitchen to get the right one. On the way she noticed the door open to the bathroom and went to see if Seth needed anything. What she saw made her hotter then he’d been before.

Seth turned around and smiled. “Hi Feil… you look like you could use a shower too… want to join me?” His cock was hardening as he gazed at the beautiful sexy woman in front of him.

“Um…I uh…that is…you sure about this?” she asked not taking her eyes off of him.

He smiled. “You’re overdressed aren’t you? Get comfortable and come over here… how’s that for an answer?”

Blushing she just nodded. God when did her mouth go so dry? Tearing her eyes off him she got undress. Looking up she still just stood there watching him.

Seth looked her up and down and then deep into her eyes raised his hand to her. “Come to me.” He smiled, and wanted to taste those lips… taste the rest of her.

Taking his hand she let him pull her to him. She gasped at the feel of his hard body and looked up into his eyes. “Um… what now?”

He didn’t speak at first, instead he leaned down and captured her lips with his, kissed her deeply and longingly. “Do you feel me against you?” He asked while nibbled on her ear.

Shivers ran up and down her as she felt his breath and lips against her ear. She’d dreamed about this but had never actually thought it would ever happen. Slowly sliding her hands down his back and around and up to his chest, Feilan whispered, “Yes I do.”

Seth nibbled his way down her cheek. Inhaling her scent and knowing all the things he want to do to her and have her do to him. “Then feel me…” His cock hard and throbbing.

Finally getting a hold of herself, she smiled at him. “I thought I was.” she teased. Sliding her hands over his chest she rubbed his flat nipples till they were pebbled then leaned in and sucked one into her mouth.

He smiled and slid his hands along her body and rubbed her Escort Ankara breasts before capturing her mouth with his. His hand rubbing her ass… His mouth descended to her soft and delicate throat.

She groaned and let her head fall back to give him better access. Sliding one hand down Feilan captured Seth’s cock and slowly measured the length of it. “Yer not a little boy are you?”

Seth loved the feeling of her hand caressing him. “No I’m not, why don’t you find out how a man tastes Feil.” He watched her.

Biting his nipple once she slowly kissed and nibbled her way down his stomach. She licked the water off his navel and rubbed her chin against his erection. Feilan wanted this to last and wanted Seth to never forget it.

He ran his hands through her hair and watched her. He enjoyed every caress of her mouth and feel of her against him. He was savoring this, something he had wanted so badly for so long.

She knelt down and stroked him with her cheek. Slower still she cupped his balls with the other hand while she kept pumping him. Squeezing lightly with both hands Feil touched the tip of her tongue to the mushroom head of his cock. Licking the dew off she wrapped her tongue all the way around him and looked up to see his reaction.

Seth’s intake of breath was hard. His head tilted back as he felt her tongue on his shaft, then look down with a smile. His jaw muscles clenched and released over and over.

Pulling him into her mouth, Feilan began a slow sucking and scraping to heighten the sensation for him.

Seth closed his eyes enjoying the sensations assailing him, he moaned as he felt her mouth engulf him.

Sucking him in deeper and deeper she felt him flex against her. This was the part she loved most, having a sexy guy like Seth under her control if only for a few moments of pure pleasure. Slower still she pulled back scraping her teeth along his hard length all the way to the tip. Nipping the hole she then licked down the underside to take his balls into her mouth.

Seth’s intake of breath as she sucked his balls was getting him closer than he wanted. He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. A finger rubbed her pussy and found how wet she was, so he pulled her in his arms and took her to the bedroom. “Sorry baby but I am hungry for your pussy.” He sat her on the bed then laid her back. He nipped her body from her breast down in kisses and small bites.

Feilan squirmed and shivered under Seth’s on slot of her body. Ankara Escort It felt so good to be touched by him, better then her dreams of him had been. Groaning she buried her hands in his thick hair, loving everything he was doing to her.

His mouth kissed around her pussy. His tongue lapping up the moisture then licked her pussy, tasting her, enjoying it. He was soon suckling her clit and rubbing her pussy.

Feil moaned and pushed her hips up to his mouth. Lightning was coursing through her from when he suckled her making her almost jump. She was close but not nearly close enough. “Seth please! I…” she groaned as more flames flickered through her.

Seth’s tongue pushed deep into her, while he fingered her ass. The other hand rubbed her pussy. “You taste wonderful Feil…Mmmm…”

Fisting her hands into the bedding Feilan thrust her hips at him harder. The feel of double penetration was always a whammy for her. She liked it a lot but didn’t advertise it. “Please Seth! I want you now!”

Seth looked up at her with knowing eyes. “You want me in your pussy or your ass Feil?” His fingers continued to pump inside her.

Growling deep in her throat Feil bucked against his mouth and said, “BOTH!”

Seth pulled up her leg and moved his cock into her and started to thrust harder and harder into her pussy. “How do you like that? Want it harder? You know I’m going to do your ass next, after I finish with your pussy. You’re gonna have to clean my cock before I work on your ass.”

“Yes harder! Shut up and kiss me!” Feil grabbed his head and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Tasting herself on his lips she delved her tongue deep into his mouth wanting the taste of him to last forever.

Seth kept thrust into her with his cock and now his tongue. It was better than he’d ever believed it could be. He kept thrusting harder and harder into her.

Sucking on his tongue Feilan clenched her pussy hard around him. Every time his thrust in she tightened up.

Seth thrust into her harder and faster feeling her pulling at him. He pulled his cock out of her, glistening with her juices. “Clean my cock, because I am going to cum in your ass Feil… like that babe?”

“Yes!” Curling her tongue around him Feilan licked him clean.

He turned her over then reached down into her pussy with two fingers. “Ah yes lubrication…” Seth rubbed the fingers against Feilan’s anus then slowly eased his cock into her. He slowly started to pump, slowly increased Ankara Escort Bayan the speed of his thrusts. “How does that feel baby?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Don’t stop, Seth, please don’t stop! Harder Baby, I need it harder!” she cried out then shoved two fingers up her pussy to help her along.

Seth kept increasing his speed and the force of his thrusts as he plowed into her ass. A hand grasped her flaming red hair as if he was riding a horse. He continued to thrust in Feil.

Feeling his balls slapping against her Feilan reached back and tickled them to see what Seth would do.

Seth smiled and reached down and rubbed her pussy. “I need something to drink…” He then pulled back his hand and sucked on his fingers.

Feilan was a little shocked by Seth’s actions. She’d never seen him like this before or ever dreamed that any of this would ever really happen. What she found most shocking of all was that she liked him this way! “Seth! Please!”

Seth thrust into her and smiled. “Please what, Feil?” He kept thrusting harder and harder.

“YES! Harder Baby please!” she cried out.

He increased and thrust harder and harder. “Want me to cum in you Feil? Want me to cum in your ass?”

“YES! Please Seth please!” It was all Feilan could do not to scream out as he continued to pound into her.

He gritted his teeth as he felt the pressure build up in his cock and soon flooded Feilan’s ass with his cum….

Feilan’s whole body went tight the same time that he came. Her orgasm hit her hard and in waves. It washed over her and ripped through her so hard she screamed at last.

Seth gently lowered her down and he followed slowly pumping in her as together they soon lay side by side… his cock still in her. “Was it as good as you had hoped for Feil?”

“Hoped for?” That came out in a gasp. “Dreamed about, yes. Hoped for, no. No I didn’t let myself hope for this ever. It was better then my dreams though.” Then she thought about it. “How long have you hoped for this Seth?”

Seth held her close and kissed her gently. “From the first time I met you Feil… the very first time.”

“Really? That long ago? But you never said anything… We waisted all this time…” she laid her head back against his chest so she could snuggle closer. “So what do we do now?”

Seth smiled and kissed her again. “Anything we want… where do you want to go Feil?” He felt her body as it conformed to his and closed his eyes enjoying it.

“How bout we just stay right here for the next century or so?” Feil joked tipping her head back to kiss the underside of his jaw. “To me that would be perfect.”

Seth held her tighter and ran a free hand over her body. “Sounds like heaven on earth to me.”

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It always starts in the car. I want to place my hand on your thigh slowly rubbing your bare skin. Ever so gently caressing your smooth leg, thinking of how I want to move up your skirt next. The image of my hand just taking what is yours and making it mine, is irresistible. As I rev up the engine, my hand also rides up as you take a breath.

Quickly before you can pull my hand away, I start wrestling your clit with my fingers. You grab my hand in a motioning to take it away, but instead you push my fingers harder down on your clit. Letting out a nice sigh and a slight moan as your head rears back in pleasure.

I think to myself, “is this enough? Have I turned her on enough to stop and take her at home?”

The answer, “Hell NO!”

I slide my thumb up along your panty line letting you know where I want to go next. You gaze at me with lustful eyes saying, “Do it. Do it NOW!” With no hesitation, I slide my whole hand into your black silk thong, screaming downward right toward my prize.

Your clit now swollen with pleasure is my palace of solitude for my fingers to rejoice once again. I am dreaming of what is to come as I am wiggling your swelling member between my fingers.

You take one of your hands away to caress your moistening neck in a way that seduces my mind and erects my cock even harder.

“I knew this was it. I am going to pound that dripping wet pussy with my hard cock deeper and deeper while you rear back in a roller coaster of highs and lows as I slide deeply in and shallowly out,” I pray.

We arrive at our destination and the pleasure comes to a halt. I start to take my hand away.

You say to me, “No, feel this first.”

As you take my hand and slide it further down your pussy Escort Ankara soaked thong, to feel exactly where this is going to go next, and just as fast as, you put my hand down between your thighs. You rip it out and get out of the car and leading the way to the house. Your ass is gleaming, with the wetness coming out of your pussy, in the afternoon sun as you walk away.

I smirk as I see this and follow you to the door. Unlocked and just as we head inside, you rip off your shirt and pull off your skirt, leaving it behind as you strut away towards the bedroom.

I think to myself, “Damn, it’s go time!”

I follow you to the bedroom and you are leaning over the bed, hands resting and gleaming ass sticking out. I come up behind you ready to toy with you, but you pull my hands away from grabbing your hips and thrusting my hard member against you, and turn around. Grabbing my shirt and pulling me in closer and closer.

“Kiss me!” you say with a tone of seduction.

We start making out as you take off my shirt. Kissing my neck and working your way down to my pants. You stop at my happy trail, and look up at me with those dark seductive brown eyes and smile as you crawl on the bed. I slide off my pants and my hard cock, can be seen, trying to sneak out of my tight boxers, hugging every line from head to the end of the shaft.

I crawl into bed with you and caress your left shoulder. Kissing gently, I follow the trail of my hand as it leads down your arm. I work my way to your bra and unhook it with the slightest of ease. Kissing your bare back where the clip was resting. Before sliding off your bra, your hand matches mine on the left side and gently helps it down taking your arm out. You bring my Ankara Escort hand back to your full breast and exposed erect nipple. You rear back in pleasure, as your gesture my hand to cup and squeeze the nourishment that bears inside. Topless your lead my hand down your bare abs to your silky thong once again. You force my fingers to do your dirty work, rubbing your clit repeatedly, from the outside of your silky thong.

You turn around, glistening with pleasure dew all over your body. I can not help but stare at the perky, pink, beautifully hard nipples on your chest. You push me back down on the bed, mouth open ready to do some dirty work. Eyes locked on mine, you tell me what you are going to do next, with your gaze. Your hand runs down my chest and through the crevasses of my abs as I tighten them up making them more defined.

“You look down, at what?” I question to myself.

I can only guess. Now you are resting your hand on the outside of my very hard and erect cock waiting for you to do more.

Then anticipating your next move, you slide your hand right into my personal space and grab that which you now claim. Thick, solid and seeping some seamen, you take your tongue and lick up the juice that you see. Your gaze locked on mine again and then drops.

Suddenly your mouth is taking me whole. Right to the base you go first down. As you come back up to the head, you grab the base with your hand and start slowly jerking me off. Seeping more and more you suck up all the precum you can taste.

Then you stop. “Why? Why would stop when I am so close?” I think to myself.

Playful giggling takes place as you slowly rise with a grin like no other grin. You slide your moisten pussy over the top Ankara Escort Bayan of my cock thong string blocking my entrance. My mind blowing at the anticipation of what could you do to me next.

Motioning back in forth, exercising your hips to a tune only you can hear. My hands grab your hips, flowing with the motions, back and forth. I am so close I can feel it. My head is dipping backwards into the pillow. Arching my back and I let out a very masculine groan.

You stop. What you do next is what I have been waiting for all day. Moving the string off to the side, you grab my cock and gently slide me inside of you. As I penetrate your wet pussy, you breath out, loud and heavily.

“OH GOD!” you say at the top of your voice.

It’s coming, I know it’s coming. My mind racing with thoughts of how long will I be able to hold on. It’s right here, so close.

I am holding back every urge to burst at the seams with cum right now.

Placing your hands on my chest, you press into me deeply as you rise and fall on my thick cock. Slamming down on me so I get as deep as I can into your pussy.

“OH, GOD! I’M CUMMING!” You scream. “COME WITH ME BABY!” you continue.

You are at the peak of my cock. One wrong move and it is all over. Right as you begin your decent, I arch my back, and let out a moan as you are screaming at the top of your lungs in pleasure.

“I knew it!” I think to myself.

My cock is pulsating deep in your pussy and your muscles contracting around making the orgasm that much better.

You sink your head and let out a chuckle of amusement, hands still on my bare chest, as we pant. We look at each other in disbelief.

“Did that really just happen?” I think. “Of course it was good before, but today it was like she was a lioness on the hunt.”

Still sitting on top of my cock slowly swaying back and forth as I get softer inside you.

“Mhmm,” you hum taking a deep breath.

I close my eyes and let the day drift away.

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Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for the corrections, advice and especially creative suggestions.

Rick turned around at the sound of his name to see Courtenay’s mom waving at him. He returned her greeting and she began walking towards him. For a woman in her mid forties, she looked fantastic. He could certainly see where Courtenay’s looks came from. He could also see where her big tits came from. Mrs. Venditti dressed like someone ten years younger, but managed to pull it off quite well. Her shirt fit snugly, but was not trashy. Her skirt was far enough above her knees to show off her legs.

“I still want to take you up on your offer”, she said, “or did you think I forgot?”

“G-g-great,’ Rick stammered, wondering what she was talking about.

“I have the rest of the morning free. Are you available?” she asked.

“I think so”, Rick said, glancing at his phone, tapping on it to bring up the calendar. He wondered if he had offered to do some yard work.

“There is a shop down the street with a nail color I have been dying to try out,” she gushed.

Suddenly it all came back to Rick. When he had done Courtenay’s makeover, and done Courtenay as well, her mother had been very impressed by Rick’s manicure and pedicure skills. Rick relaxed; there were worse ways to spend a Saturday morning. He also remembered that Nancy had told him Alexis Venditti was a swinger. Rick was not sure if she was joking or not. Mrs. Venditti did not look the part.

“I think I can work you in, Mrs. Venditti,” Rick replied.

“Please, call me Alexis. You are not a kid anymore,’ she insisted.

“Okay Alexis, a mani and a pedi today?’

“That would be a good start,” she answered.

Rick paused, thinking about what Nancy had said. He felt his cock stir a bit and he looked at Alexis’s impressive cleavage. He shook his head, there was no way Alexis Venditti was a swinger.

“What else did you have in mind?” he inquired.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to give me a spray tan”, she laughed, seeming to delight in his discomfort.

“Okay…” Rick paused, not sure how to reply to her remark.

“How about we head to the shop down the street and I will see what strikes my fancy. If I pick something you don’t want to do I will put it back?”

Alexis smiled as she walked down the street with Rick. He was obviously conflicted, which was exactly what she wanted. For a week she had bitten her tongue each time she wanted to tell him she knew how Courtenay’s makeover had gone. She had returned to the house early and heard them fucking, but decided to keep their secret. She really was impressed with Rick’s work with makeup. But she was more interested in his other skills. Alexis wondered if Rick would notice her nipples poking through her shirt. She pulled the material away from her body, it would be better if Rick did not know how aroused she was until later.

Rick followed Alexis into the beauty supply shop. The round shape of her ass was mesmerizing, another genetic trait she had passed down. He still did not believe what Nancy had said about Alexis being in an open relationship. At best he could leverage this nail job into something from Courtenay; and at the worst Alexis might buy him lunch for his trouble. If he was lucky he might get a nice view of her cleavage when he painted her nails. She handed him a basket and they started down the aisle. The first stop was nail polish. The first thing she selected was a vivid red nail polish. Rick looked at the bottle before he placed it in the basket. It claimed to have color shifting properties. He shrugged and placed it back in the basket. He glanced up to see Alexis heading down the other aisles. She was in the skincare and shaving section. Rick’s heart skipped a beat when he saw her eyeing the bikini and leg waxing supplies.

“I tried waxing my legs once; the wax was just too hot. I don’t know how people do it. I just have to do it old school with a razor. Is leg shaving a service you offer?” She asked.

“Honestly I have never shaved another person, but I’m pretty good with my own face. I am willing to give it a try,” he replied.

He watched as she grabbed a can of shaving gel, noting that it was for sensitive skin. Rick wondered how far up her legs she wanted him to go.

A little further down the row she was perusing oils.

“Does the pedicure include a massage?” she asked innocently.

“It does now,” Rick answered cheerfully.

Alexis reached for a bottle of Vanilla scented massage oil, and then hesitated. She placed it back on the shelf. She wanted more than vanilla today. Her eyes surveyed the shelf. Rosemary, Lavender, Cinnamon, all too tame. Finally she found what she wanted, Spicy Clove and Amber. She plucked it off the shelf and laid it in the basket. She wondered if Rick would be up for what she had in mind. The oil was the last thing on her shopping list. She took the basket from Rick and instructed him to wait for her outside. The cashier probably would not think anything of her purchase, Travesti but it was probably best that Rick not be next to her at the counter.

“Where is your car?” Alexis asked as she exited the store.

“Actually, I am on my bike today… you know, save the planet, get in shape, yada yada yada,” Rick answered.

“Well, I’m in the truck today, so I am afraid I have undone you planet saving. You can toss your bike in back and ride with me if you like,” Alexis said.

“Okay, thanks,” Rick replied.

During the drive to her house, Alexis casually mentioned that the rest of her family would be gone for the next few hours. She tried to gauge Rick’s reaction to that news, he seemed happy about it. She could not help mentioning how excited she was about the new nail polish. She thought it would make her look absolutely irresistible. They arrived at her house and she led Rick upstairs to the master bedroom.

“My vanity is probably the best place to do this,” she said as calmly as she could. Having Rick in her bedroom had aroused her more than she expected. She wanted to keep Rick guessing her true intentions for as long as possible.

Rick stopped to look around the room. It was fairly plain. The room was dominated by a king sized four poster bed. The room was in the corner of the house. The back wall had two large windows looking over the back yard, along with French doors leading out to a small deck. The other outside wall had smaller windows that looked onto the street. There was a small night stand on each side of the bed, a flat screen TV on the wall opposite the bed, and two walk in closets. Three large skylights filled the room with natural light. With the curtains on the back windows open the room felt more like a deck than a room. Along the back wall was Alexis’s vanity. Lastly there was one other door that led to the master bath.

She handed him the bag of supplies, “Could you unpack these? I’m going to change into something better suited to a makeover. You’ll need to shake that polish up; it’s pretty bad about separating. Test it out on something to make sure it is mixed.”

Alexis stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. If Rick wanted to he would be able to spy on her as she changed. She removed her shirt and bra. Her nipples were swollen to twice their normal size. Alexis considered her choice in what to wear. She had a kimono that would be perfect if she wanted Rick to know what she really wanted him for. She also had a short terry cloth robe that could mask her nipples and did not scream about her desires. She slipped out of her shorts and ran a finger between her legs. Her panties were already damp. Alexis was counting on the nail polish to mask the smell of her arousal. She chose the terry cloth robe, knowing that it would not buy her much time. She washed her hands and returned to the bedroom. To her disappointment, Rick was still standing by her vanity. She had hoped to catch him peeking through the door. Alexis sat down and extended her hand. Rick got on his knees and looked at her fingernails.

“I’m sorry, forgot you need to sit down. There is a stool in the bathroom, can you grab it?” She asked.

Rick stepped into the bathroom. Like the bedroom it was not extravagant with one exception. The shower enclosure was huge. It took up the entire back side of the room. It was a large whirlpool tub with a shower head in the wall at each end. It was enclosed behind two large sliding glass doors, and the entire back wall was a window to the back yard. The top of the shower was a huge skylight. If the bedroom felt like a deck, the shower was like standing in the back yard. Next to the double sink was the stool Alexis had mentioned. Rick took one more look at the tub, then grabbed the stool and went back to the bedroom.

“Pardon me for asking,” Rick said, “but don’t you feel exposed in that shower?”

“The glass is one way, you can’t see in. It does take some getting used to. Now anything else makes me claustrophobic,” Alexis said has she opened the massage oil and held it under her nose. She set the open bottle on the vanity and extended her hand to him.

Rick worked quickly and efficiently, sparing her the explanation of how trimming her fingernails was like removing flash from model airplane parts, or how the nail polish was a lot like the paint he used on model rockets. Instead he made small talk as best he could.

“You do some work for Nancy White, don’t you?” Alexis asked.

“Yes, I have been working for her for about a year now.”

“Do you do her nails?”, Alexis queried.

“No,” Rick replied, “I do some babysitting, clean the pool and…” Rick paused. He could not think of a description of yard work that did not sound like a sexual innuendo. Mow the grass, trim the bushes, landscaping, they all seemed to have a double meaning now.

“And botanical maintenance,” he concluded.

“What is that last one?” Alexis inquired.

“It is a fancy way of saying I push a lawnmower around her yard. Not a glorious job, but izmir Travesti it beats flipping burgers in hot kitchen all day.”

“I imagine you are over there a lot babysitting, she seems to have an active social life,” Alexis said casually.

“I guess so; she has some late meetings too. I can’t complain, she has a nice house and Jake is a great kid,” Rick replied, wondering what Alexis was getting at. Maybe she knew as much about Nancy as Nancy knew about her.

Alex smiled. Rick’s answers were just what she had hoped for. She was pretty certain Nancy had slept with Rick. If she had not it was a pretty impressive display of self control. He was an attractive young man, and he was at her house a lot. The sight of him shirtless by the pool would be quite a temptation. The fact that Rick had gone to great lengths to avoid even hinting about a relationship with Nancy was exactly the kind of discretion Alexis was looking for. Rick had already started on her other hand. The first one looked perfect. She changed the topic to the weather as he worked diligently at his task.

Alexis squirmed as Rick caressed her hand. For such thick fingers he had a very delicate touch. She imagined how his fingers would feel inside her pussy. She longed to feel the same delicate caresses on her clit. She felt herself getting wetter and hotter as Rick wiped the old nail polish off. He squeezed her fingertips tightly as he cleaned her. Alexis’s nipples ached, she wanted him to squeeze them the same way. Rick laid his fingers on the back of her hand and pressed his thumb into her palm. It was all she could do to not leap out of her chair and pin him to the ground. Alexis pictured Rick laid out beneath her, helpless as she demanded he give her his cock. Alexis let out a quiet moan.

Rick finished with her other hand. He was surprised how fast it had gone. Her nails were in very good shape. He barely had to polish them at all. Mostly he just striped off the old color and applied the new polish. Rick rolled the stool back and picked up one of her feet; humming to himself… He let her heel rest in his lap as he poured some oil in his hand. Rick spread the oil over her foot and began to massage her heel. When he lifted her foot he caught a glance of her panties and the large damp spot in the center. Rick felt his cock twitch. Staying focused on her feet was going to be a challenge.

“There is the matter of your compensation,” Alexis said.

“Don’t worry about it, first one is free,” Rick replied.

“I insist, I was hoping for the same deal you gave Courtenay,” she said with a seductive grin. She watched as Rick’s face turned red.

“I, uh, I…” he stammered.

“She did not say a thing about it. I got home while you two were still, uh, settling accounts. I went back out to the car and got myself off. I hope that does not make you think I am twisted,” she said demurely.

“You are not mad?”

“I was eighteen once Rick. I know what it is like. What can I say, the apple does not fall far from the tree,” Alexis said as she untied the belt to her robe and let it fall open.

Alexis watched Rick. He stopped massaging her foot and his mouth dropped open. His look of shock excited her. That he and Courtenay had fucked was not a surprise. Alexis had found enough empty condom wrappers to know that Courtenay was no virgin. Based on what she had heard that afternoon, Rick wasn’t either.

“So, what did you get as your compensation?” She asked.

“Titfuck and a blowjob, and I went down on her to make things even,” Rick replied, still a bit stunned.

“Did she swallow your cum or let you spray it on her tits?”

“Uh, swallowed,” Rick stammered, still sounding a little shocked that he was having this conversation.

“I won’t do that today. I want every bit of your cum in my pussy. Now, do I pay in advance?” she said standing up and shedding her robe.

“If you want to,” Rick replied incredulously.

“Oh, I do, I really do. Now stand up,” she purred, dropping to her knees and unbuttoning Rick’s shorts.

Rick stood motionless as he watched Alexis pull his shorts and underwear down his legs. She cupped her breasts and lifted them high on her chest. Then she wrapped them around the head of his engorged cock. Gravity pulled them down onto the shaft of his dick as she put her hands on his ass and pulled their bodies together. He could feel her nipples pressing into his flesh.

“Fuck my tits Rick. Please fuck my tits,” she moaned.

Rick complied, thrusting his hips back and forth. The soft flesh of her breasts moved with his dick. He looked down and could see a shiny streak in her cleavage where his precum had spread. After a minute or two she let go of his ass and pulled away from him. Then Alexis lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth. All Rick could see was the back of her head bobbing up and down. He knew if he saw her lips stretched around his erection he would fill her mouth with his cum. Just the feeling of her tongue swirling around his erection was pushing Konya Travesti him toward orgasm. When he felt he was near the point of no return he gently pushed her away.

“I can’t take anymore, that feels too good. Are you ready for me to give you some change?”

“No, I think you have a little more work to do before I can decide if I overpaid.” She said as she sat down and put her foot in Rick’s lap. She stroked his cock with her toe. It was going to be difficult to let him finish the makeover. She ached to feel him in her pussy.

Rick focused on the task at hand. He caressed her foot for a few moments and then began the pedicure. He poured some more oil into his and, then grasped her foot. Rick pressed his thumbs into the arch. He turned her foot to provide a better view of her soaking wet underwear. With both hands he squeezed and stroked her foot, then tugged on each toe. Rick cupped her heel in one hand and pressed the thumb of his other hand against the ball of her foot. She was resting her hands on her breasts. Alexis’s head was tipped back and her breathing was shallow and rapid. The sight of her in such an aroused state was almost unbearable. She had taken him very close to orgasm with the blowjob. He ached to release his climax. Rick set her right foot on his thigh and picked up her left foot. He deliberately spread his legs apart, causing hers to do the same. He began to caress and massage her again.

The feeling of desire and anticipation was so intense she was almost shaking. By some miracle she had not disturbed the wet polish on her fingernails when she was grabbing Rick’s ass. Now the wet polish prevented her from tugging on her nipples or stroking her clit. It was perhaps the most bizarre way she had ever been restrained. Rick’s ‘sexquisitely’ tortuous massage made her entire body tingle. Alexis slowly rotated her unencumbered foot and brushed it against Rick’s cock. She felt him jump as she made contact. It was hot and hard. She imagined it between her legs and let out a low moan.

“I don’t have a foot fetish or anything, but you keep that up I will,” Rick said.

“Sorry, could not resist,” Alexis replied, moving her foot back after seeing a few more drops of precum bubble out. Having Rick wrap her feet around his cock and cover them with cum would be interesting, but she had other plans.

Rick toweled off her feet and picked up the nail polish. It took all his discipline to focus on the task at hand. One toe at a time he applied the nail polish. Occasionally he gave into temptation and let his eyes wander up Alexis’s legs. Each time he did he saw that the damp spot on her black silk panties had grown larger. Rick looked at her breasts. The brilliant red of her fingernails contrasted with the pale pink of her areola as she lightly rubbed her fingertips on her nipples. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breathes. He finished one foot and started on the other. She mewed as he brushed the polish on her toes. The combined smells of her arousal, the nail polish, and the spicy massage oil was overpowering. Rick was determined not to crack. He would not give into her siren’s song.

“Do you still want me to shave your legs?” Rick asked, his voice cracking.

“My legs and then some more,” she replied lustfully.

“Here or in the bathroom?” Rick asked.

“Let’s do my legs in the tub,” she answered.

Rick followed her into the master bath. He briefly considered bending her over the counter and ramming his cock into her dripping wet pussy, but decided to continue to play along. Rick watched her sit on the far edge of the tub. She turned on the water and it flowed from one of the shower wands. Rick sat across from her. She put her foot in his lap again. Rick smeared the shaving gel over her leg, covering every square inch of potential stubble. Then, with long gentle strokes, he slid the razor along her leg. Inch by inch he worked his way up her leg, past her knee. He finished with her thigh, holding her ankle above his head to get the back side. He shaved right to the edge of her panties, and then rinsed her leg off with the shower wand. Her swollen labia were visible through the sheer material. Rick repeated the process with her other leg.

“Still want more?” Rick asked.

“Yes, but I’m really ticklish there. We need to be somewhere you can hold me down,” Alexis said as she turned off the water.

She stood and walked to the bathroom counter. Alexis retrieved a bowl and filled it with hot water. She also picked up an electric trimmer.

“Grab a stack of towels”, she instructed. Rick quickly complied.

It was a short trip to the bed and Rick was right on her heels. She set the bowl on the nightstand, and then slid her panties off, revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of thick hair. She spread one of the towels on the bed.

“I want it all gone” she said, reclining on the bed.

Rick set down the razor and picked up the trimmer. It buzzed to life. He gently placed it against Alexis’s skin. She giggled and jerked away from him. Rick turned off the trimmer and looked around the room for something to hold her still with. On the back of the closet door was a rack of ties. Rick retrieved four of them. He noticed a riding crop hanging from the tie rack. He grabbed it and one more tie.

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Admiring herself in a large bathroom mirror, Miley decided she didn’t look too bad for a woman seven months in. Turning to view her body in profile, she smoothed her hand around the pregnant curve of her belly and smiled fondly thinking of the child within. Her eyes moved to her breasts, once tiny little handfuls that had grown to plush C-cups with swollen areolas. Miley didn’t mind that, she had always fantasized about what it would be like to have larger breasts, though she didn’t like how tender they had become. She also didn’t like the size of her ass, frowning at her backside and pivoting to view her butt in the mirror over the shoulder. It was still the same smooth, rounded butt she had worked so hard to maintain her whole life — just bigger. With a sigh, Miley reached for a robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and tried not to worry about getting fat. She was pregnant after all, she reminded herself. That’s what was supposed to happen.

Slipping the robe on over her otherwise naked form, Miley tied it loosely around her bulging waist and waddled into the long upstairs hallway. She moved towards a staircase, passing several doors and cursing the amount of bedrooms to be found in the posh mansion. The more pregnant she got, the less walking she wanted to do.

The stairs curled around themselves into a massive foyer. Miley padded across the hardwood floors, her bare feet making sticky sounds against the polished surface. Another, shorter, hallway led Miley to her final destination. The mansion’s main kitchen (there were two others) was an expansive room with hard granite counters and a long center island. The far end of the kitchen held a gorgeous breakfast table situated in front of bay windows which looked out towards acres of plush, green grass and a vibrant garden of flowers.

Miley moved towards a monstrous stainless steel refrigerator.

“Good morning,” greeted a beautiful blonde seated at the breakfast table, her long hair feathered and straight out of a Farah Fawcett poster. She was enjoying half a grapefruit and a cup of juice, dressed in a stunning black pants-suit which clung to her model-like figure.

“Hey,” Miley pulled open the fridge and peered inside, “Are there any English muffins left?”

Haley gestured ambiguously with her finger, “Look in one of the bottom drawers. How’d you sleep last night?”

“Awful,” Miley replied, finding the bag of muffins. She gathered them, a tub of butter spread, and a jar of jam into her arms. “The baby kept me up all night kicking, and I don’t sleep very well without….”

Haley glanced sympathetically at the unfinished sentence, “Without Charlie?”

Miley nodded morosely, piling her breakfast load onto one of the vast counters to start a pot of coffee. “I hate being alone and pregnant,” she complained.

“You’re not alone,” Haley said as she rose from the table. “That’s why you moved in with your dad and me, so you wouldn’t be by yourself.”

Miley opened a drawer to find a butter knife, “Speaking of… why in the world did you and dad have to buy such a big house after you got married? There are, like, five hundred rooms upstairs.”

Haley smiled, “Because your father is rich, and we could.” She approached her daughter-in-law and spread her arms warmly, “Come here, you’re being pregnant and hormonal. Give me a hug.”

Returning the embrace, Miley pressed the side of her face against Haley’s shoulder and sniffled, “I just miss Charlie.”

“I know,” Haley comforted. She ran her hand through Miley’s mess of dark curls.

“I am glad I’m here,” Miley murmured, fighting her tears. “You and dad have been great. I love you both so much.”

“I know,” Haley whispered as she caressed her hand through Miley’s hair. “We love you too.”

The girls stood for several long moments, Miley clasping tightly. She truly was grateful for Haley’s presence, despite the fact seven months prior Miley never thought they could ever share a warm relationship. The pair had despised one another at one point in their lives, their hatred even resulting in several rounds of hair-pulling fisticuffs. But then Haley married her father. Miley never thought it would work between the two since Haley, at age twenty-eight, was fourteen years younger than Jack. Miley had assumed Haley was a gold-digging whore! Eventually it became obvious how much in love Haley and Jack were, and how happy Haley made Miley’s father. Miley set aside her trepidations and forgot the past, giving Haley another chance. Months later, they shared a tight bond and were the closest of friends.

Haley kissed the top of Miley’s forehead, “Enough tears, babe. I have to pick up your father from the airport and then we’ve got a shareholders meeting over lunch.”

Miley nodded, stepping back and wiping at a cheek with the back of her hand. “I’ll be okay,” she said with a forced smile. “Go run your company and make my daddy lots more money. Maybe the two of you will be able to afford another wing to this obscene mansion, for me and the baby. As big as my ass is getting we might need Travesti it.”

Haley rolled her eyes and picked up a stylish briefcase from the center island counter, “Your ass is just fine.” She patted a hand against Miley’s bottom on her way towards the hallway, “Take it from a girl who used to be an active bi-sexual.”

Miley smirked, wiped away the last of her tears, and turned back towards her breakfast.

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When Chip woke up he wondered if the room was spinning, or if he was. He sat up in a single bed, crowded by the voluptuously sexy blonde sleeping beside him, and placed a palm at his forehead. He sat motionless for several moments until the spinning stopped and then looked around.

The dorm room was a mess of strewn clothes and empty alcohol containers. He scratched a hand across his shaved brown hair, pulled a thin sheet off and swung his legs over the side of the bed trying to remember how the evening prior had ended.

The blonde in bed with him stirred as Chip’s movements tugged the sheet off her curvy, naked form. “Mm,” she mewed tiredly, “What time is it?”

Chip looked at a digital clock beside the bad, “Quarter after seven, I gotta get going.”

“Already?” the blonde complained. “Don’t you want to fool around a little, first?”

Chip felt her palm smooth against his bare back, “I’d love to, but I don’t have the luxury of sleeping in a college dorm a hundred yards from my first class. I have summer school, remember?”

The blonde rose and rested her chin on Chip’s shoulder, reaching around to fondle his naked cock, “Come on. So what if you miss homeroom? I’ll make it worth your while.”

Chip instantly began to harden and suddenly his hangover didn’t feel so bad, “I can’t, Stacy. I’ve already skipped too many classes this week.”

Stacy kissed his shoulder and gripped Chip’s erection firmly, “So what? You’re eighteen now, you can just write yourself a note.”

Chip was finding it hard to argue as Stacy began moving slow, caressing strokes up and down his length. He could feel her naked breasts against his shoulder blades, their heavy weight pressing against him seductively.

“Let me give you a good cum,” Stacy tempted. “Don’t you want to cum inside your girlfriend, before school?”

“Is that what you are?” Chip asked, glancing over his shoulder. “My girlfriend?”

Stacy kissed him, her tongue briefly snaking into his mouth. Even though her breath tasted of booze and cigarettes, Chip responded by sucking on her tongue.

“You’ve stayed here every night this week and fucked the hell out of me,” Stacy murmured. “I think we’ve moved beyond the ‘just friends’ stage.”

“I wasn’t sure,” Chip replied. “All we’ve done is get drunk at college house parties all week and come back to your dorm room. I thought, maybe… I thought you were just using me.”

“Even if I was,” Stacy implied, “Does that mean you won’t fuck me?”

Chip swallowed with arousal as Stacy slipped backwards and stretched out on the bed, her pillowy breasts hanging to the sides of her sternum and her legs wide open. He stared at her bush of blonde pubic hair, the slit beneath appearing more inviting than ever.

Stacy smiled playfully as Chip gave in to temptation and crawled between her legs. She curled her arms around him as his erect length began poking between her legs. “Fuck me really good,” she breathed wantonly. “Make me feel pleasure.”

Chip found the wet spot and thrust his shaft into her, resting his face between Stacy’s neck and shoulder. He began humping into her with little tact or sense of foreplay. Not that Stacy cared. She simply wanted to feel something besides the numb loneliness she had felt for weeks prior.

“That’s it,” she gasped encouragingly when Chip began rutting into her with a grunting fervor. He had little experience with sex or women and his wild humping reflected that. But it felt good to Stacy to have someone inside her, someone with her. She held Chip tightly against her body as he buried his face between her breasts.

“That’s it, sweetie,” Stacy whispered. “Make me feel….”

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“You’re never going to believe this,” Samantha pushed the rims of her round glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Stan Lee is here and he wants to meet you guys.”

“No way!” Brian appeared in the bathroom doorway of his hotel room, bluish paste dribbling out of his mouth and a toothbrush in his hand. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a black ‘Captain Darkness’ tee shirt. “Stan Lee?!”

Sam bobbed her head excitedly, “Stan Lee!”

Brian bent over out of sight to spit in the bathroom sink and then glanced back, “Stan the Man Lee?!”

Sam beamed, “I know, right? I guess he’s here promoting his literacy foundation, and he’s a big Captain Darkness fan. He wants to meet you and Charlie for lunch. Today!”

“Stan-fucking-Lee?!” Brian exclaimed in utter disbelief. “You know he’s the godfather of comic books, right? I mean, he’s like Charlie’s idol – a god in human form. Charlie’s going to flip out!”

“I’ve Antalya Travesti cleared your guys’ afternoon schedule,” Sam stated, glancing down at her tablet’s calendar. “You were supposed to meet with the Marvel Studios producers about the HBO show, but they were all-too happy to reschedule when I told them about your meeting with Mr. Lee.”

Brian finished up in the bathroom by rinsing his mouth out from a glass of water and wiping his face with a washcloth, “This is so cool, I’m so happy we came to San Diego.”

“I told you guys how great it’d be here at Comic-Con,” Sam smiled, tapping busily on her tablet’s touch screen. “I know it’s been a grueling four months, but there are a lot of opportunities here for us to expand the Captain Darkness brand.”

Brian exhaled, wiping a hand over his neatly-trimmed hair as he reflected on the last half-year. He and Charlie’s comic book, Captain Darkness, had become the publisher’s best-selling book after a mere seven issues. Originally planned only as a twelve-issue limited series, Marvel Comics quickly signed Charlie and Brian to a lucrative deal for a regular monthly. Things became so crazy for the creative duo that they needed to bring Samantha back to act as their agent, despite the tensions that once came between her and Brian.

Charlie and Brian, along with Sam, began a promotional tour in April that took them to comic book conventions across the country, with the biggest stop being San Diego’s late-July Comic-Con. There was a paltry few opportunities for any of them to fly home to Tallahassee during those four months, and none in the month prior.

Brian moved to search for his wallet, “I better go find Charlie and let him know about our meeting with Stan. I can’t wait to see the expression on his face.”

Sam glanced towards Brian. She didn’t want to spoil his mood so she asked her question as gently as possible, “Did you get a hold of Stacy last night?”

Brian shook his head, lingering at his suitcase. Simply thinking about Stacy seemed to create a dark cloud over him.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured

“Are you?” Brian wondered, the question harsher than he had intended.

Sam winced, “I know I tried to break you two up last year, but that was a long time ago. I’m not like that anymore, Brian. I’m over it. I just want you to be happy.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Brian sighed, “She’s not taking my calls. Her cell just goes right to voicemail and she moved out of her parent’s house and onto campus. I have no idea what the dorm number is.”

Sam frowned, “I still can’t believe she broke up with you. We’ve only been on the road for four months.”

“Stacy doesn’t handle distance very well,” Brian remarked. “Or being alone.”

“We’ll be home in another month,” Sam tried to console him. “I bet you two will get back together.”

Brian tried not to sound doubtful, “Maybe.”

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‘Today we’re coming at you live from Comic-Con, one of the biggest media events of the year for movies, television, and of course comic books. The buzz this year is all centered on the Marvel Comics Group, whose movie studio has been churning out some of the biggest blockbusters Hollywood has seen in years. We’ll have the details about all of their latest movie projects, as well as the scoop on a rumored HBO show based on one of Marvel’s hottest new properties — Captain Darkness.’

Miley squealed excitedly at the television and reached for her cell phone, which was beside her on a plush leather couch. Her thumb slid across the touch screen a few times before she lifted the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” she heard Charlie answer.

“Hi, baby. It’s me.”

“Hey, honey. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. But you’re never going to believe this! You were just on MTV News. Well, not you, but they were talking about the convention in San Diego and they talked about Captain Darkness!”

“Really?”

Miley nodded at her phone, “Isn’t that awesome? Oh, baby. I’m so proud of you. Is it true HBO wants to make a show about your comic?”

“I’m not sure,” Charlie sounded cautious. “Brian, Sam, and I are meeting with some studio executives later this afternoon. I’ll know more then.”

“How’s everything else going?” Miley wondered. “Are you guys having fun?”

“It’s okay,” Charlie replied. “I miss you, though. I wish you were here with us.”

Miley was glad Charlie couldn’t see her when her eyes began to well up, “I miss you too, baby. But you know I’m too pregnant to be jaunting around the country.”

“How’s the baby?” Charlie asked.

“Oh my god,” Miley bit her lip. “She’s been kicking like a soccer player. I think she misses her daddy’s voice.”

“Miley, are you okay? You sound upset.”

Miley wiped at her eyes, “I’m fine, really.” She didn’t want to distract Charlie, “Haley said I’m just overly hormonal. She’s probably right.”

“Are you sure?” Charlie pressed. “You’d tell me if anything was wrong, right?”

Miley let out a happy sob at Charlie’s sweet worry, Bursa Travesti “God, I miss you.”

“You’re crying,” Charlie fretted.

“I’m always crying,” Miley made a sobbing laugh, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wondered how she could be laughing and crying at the same time and blamed it on the pregnancy, “My emotions are giving me whiplash, I have to pee every five minutes, and I’m getting fat. You should see my ass, Charlie. It looks like the Good Year blimp.”

“I’m sure your ass is as adorable as it’s always been. Do you need me to come home?”

“Desperately. But I won’t let you. You’ll be home in a month, right? You’ll be home in time for the baby?”

“Of course I will.”

“Do you promise?” Miley sniffled again, “Do you promise, Charlie? I don’t want our daughter to be born without her father here.”

“You sound really upset; I’m going to come home.”

“No,” Miley wiped at her nose. “No, Charlie. I know how important it is for you to be there. I don’t need you. Daddy and Haley are taking really good care of me, your mother too. I’m just having a rough morning.”

“You’re sure?”

Miley nodded again, “I’m sure. I love you, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“Go make your comic a huge success and tell Brian I love him too, okay?”

“I will. I’ll call you tonight.”

Miley sniffed and swiped her thumb to end the call, wondering how she would make it for another month without the love of her life beside her.

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Charlie hung up his phone as Brian came bursting into his hotel room.

“Dude! You’re never going to believe -” Brian paused when he saw Charlie’s sad expression and the cell phone in his right hand, “What is it? Is something wrong?”

Charlie set the phone down on an otherwise empty desk, “That was Miley.”

“Is she okay? The baby…?”

“They’re fine,” Charlie assured him. “Miley was just lonely and upset. I’ve been gone too long, man. I think I need to go home and be with her.”

Brian closed the door, “Wait, you mean right now?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna see if Sam can get me a flight back this afternoon.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Brian held up his palms. “You can’t just leave, dude. Stan Lee wants to meet us!”

Charlie’s eyes widened, “Huh?”

“Stan Lee!” Brian repeated. “He’s here, at the Con, and Sam said he’s a big Captain Darkness fan. He wants to have lunch, with you and me, today! Sam set it all up. Can you believe it?”

A smile lit Charlie’s face, “You’re serious?”

“As serious as I’ve ever been, buddy.”

“No way,” Charlie breathed. “Holy shit. Stan Lee? Wh-what should I wear?”

Brian squinted at Charlie’s jeans and bat-signal tee shirt, “What are you, a girl? Stan Lee’s not going to care what you’re wearing.”

“I can’t wear a Batman tee shirt to meet Stan Lee,” Charlie exclaimed, “That would be like sacrilege!”

“So put on one of your Marvel tee shirts,” Brian shrugged. “You have like a million of those.”

Charlie snapped his fingers and pointed towards his best friend, “That’s a good idea. I’ll put on my Captain America shield.”

“I don’t think Stan created Captain America,” Brian informed him. “How about your Avengers tee?”

“Perfect,” Charlie agreed, hurrying towards his suitcase. “Oh, man. I can’t believe we’re going to have lunch with Stan Lee. I love Sam! Remind me to give her a huge hug.”

“I know,” Brian cackled with glee and shook his fists. “It’s so fucking awesome! I love being a rock star comic book artist.”

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Miley heard the doorbell ring and cursed, pushing herself up off the couch. If her father and Haley were convinced they had to live in a house the size of the Pentagon, she thought, the least they could do is get a butler.

The doorbell rang again as she waddled towards the foyer, “I’m coming,” she called irritably, “Pregnant girl walking, here.”

“Hey,” Chip greeted when Miley opened the door. He was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a baseball cap. Miley noticed Chip had filled out since the last time she saw him, his once-skinny body developing.

“Chip?” Miley looked surprised, “God, I haven’t seen you in months! What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my favorite high school legend,” Chip grinned

Miley snorted, “If the guys I went to high school with saw me now, they’d probably run away screaming.” She stepped towards Chip and gave him a hug, “It’s good to see you, hon.”

Chip squeezed her back but had to be cautious of Miley’s tummy. “Wow,” he remarked, noticing the way her tight spaghetti-stringed top revealed the lower quarter of her baby-bump, “You’re really pregnant.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Miley grinned. “Come on in.”

“It’s not a bad time, is it?”

“Are you kidding?” Miley grabbed his hand and led Chip into the house, “I’m going crazy around here by myself. I’ve been alone all afternoon.” She led him into the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink? Soda?”

“A soda would be great,” Chip agreed, looking around the massive house as they walked. “Geez, this place is huge.”

Miley opened the fridge and bent to retrieve a soda. She felt her pink sweats dip down the crack of her ass, exposing her panties. She swiftly rose to protect her modesty and caught Chip staring.

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