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It’d been a long week at work. A client hadn’t been happy with the services the PR firm had provided recently and was throwing a temper tantrum like a 2-year-old who didn’t get the candy they wanted. Maggie breathed a sigh of relief as a fresh breeze brushed through her hair. She was off the clock now and needed time to relax and destress after the chaos from the office. It was a late Saturday evening and the park was not nearly as busy as she’d thought it would be. She loved this park, with its old trees and rolling hills. It was the perfect place to wind down and just enjoy some peace.

She’d decided to go for a leisurely stroll through the woods this afternoon just to clear her mind. Luckily, there were benches set along the trail for those who needed a rest or just wanted to enjoy the scenery. When her legs had started burning, she took advantage of one of these benches. Maggie stretched out her legs, letting her muscles stretch and relax. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the fresh breeze and the quiet songs of the birds. Her body was still tense and she could think of only one way to truly relax. Maggie quickly glanced up and down the treed trail, listening closely for the sound of footsteps. Hearing nothing, she took a deep breath and slowly trailed her hand over her breasts. Her breath caught as her nipples hardened with her touch.

She slid her hand lower, brushing over her flat stomach and resting between her legs. She pressed gently and moaned at the pressure. Her legs fell open as she rubbed her cunt, arching and moaning quietly. Her breath quickened as she felt herself getting wet. Maggie glanced around, making sure she was alone. Then she slipped her hand into her leggings, sliding a finger kilis escort into her wet pussy. Her head fell back as her finger explored, occasionally sliding across her clit. Maggie spread her legs wider, sliding a finger in and out slowly. Her other hand slid down to her breast and started playing with her hardened nipple.

She arched her hips, pushing her finger deeper, her thumb gliding over her clit. A moan escaped her throat and she bit her lip. She could feel herself getting close, the ache building deep in her. She rubbed her clit harder, swallowing back a moan…when she heard a twig snap. Her eyes flew open and she looked around to find a man standing in the brush a few feet away. She gasped when she saw him stroking himself through his running shorts. Her eyes widened as she took in the size of his cock sitting in his hands. Maggie licked her lips as she imagined what it would be like to take him into her mouth. Somewhere in her mind, she thought she should probably be wary of a man watching her pleasure herself in a park. But frankly, she didn’t care. It had been a while since she’d had a cock in her and she was craving one now.

Her eyes slowly slid up to meet his piercing blue gaze. She kept eye contact and began to slide her finger in and out of her pussy, watching as his eyes grew wider and he returned to stroking his cock. She arched and moaned, just imagining what it would feel like to have his cock buried inside her. She let her head fall back and immersed herself in the fantasy. She imagined this stranger kissing her tits and pushing his way into her. Maggie felt herself get wetter as she thought about him pounding into her.

Suddenly, she felt lips kissing along her kırklareli escort neck. She moaned at the contact and fingered herself faster. A strong grip took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand out of her pants. She felt as a warm mouth enclosed the fingers she’d used to pleasure herself and a soft tongue swirled around them, licking and sucking them clean. Maggie didn’t want to open her eyes, afraid it would break the moment. She lost herself to the touch of this random man as he fondled her tits. His rough hands pulled her tits free of her sports bra and his calloused fingers tweaked her nipples. She clawed at muscled arms as shocks of pleasure ran through her body.

Maggie felt the stranger move between her legs, his cock straining against the barrier of her leggings as he grinded against her. His head dropped to her chest and he sucked a nipple into his warm mouth. His tongue played with it, circling it and flicking over it while his hips continued to thrust against her. Maggie moaned and pressed herself against the length of his cock. Her leggings were soaked from her pussy. She wanted his cock in her now. Maggie heard the man chuckle softly as he pulled away from her nipple. She felt his body move away from hers for a moment and she almost wept at the loss. But then she felt hands running up the insides of her thighs. She moaned and let her legs fall apart. The hands massaged as they moved upward until they reached her pussy where two thumbs pressed in, eliciting another moan from Maggie.

Suddenly, she felt her leggings being ripped open at the crotch. The cool breeze tickling her slightly before she felt lips kissing her pussy.

“Fuck!” She reached down, gripping his karabük escort hair and grinding against his face. He took initiative and plunged is tongue into her, moaning as her juices hit his tongue. Maggie arches, reveling in the feel of his tongue on her. The stranger fucks her with his tongue, burying his face in her. She can feel herself getting close and apparently the stranger knows she’s on the edge.

He quickly gets up, pulls his hard cock out of his shorts, and slams into Maggie’s pussy.

“Oh God!” Maggie wraps her legs around him. He grabs her tits, squeezing and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. She grabs his head and pushes him into her tits. The stranger moaned, pushing his cock deeper into her cunt. Maggie finally released his head and he gripped her hips as he began thrusting in and out of her wet pussy. She arched her hips with his thrusts, allowing him to go deeper. She loved the feeling of him deep inside her. His breathing was getting more ragged and his thrusts faster. Maggie gripped his shoulders as she felt her orgasm on the edge. The stranger pounded faster, working the orgasm from her. She clawed his back as she started to cum. In the midst of her orgasm, she felt the stranger’s cock pulsing in her as he spilled his cum in her pussy.

He leaned over her, panting and slowly slid his cock out of her. But Maggie wasn’t finished with his cock yet. As soon as he pulled out, she dropped to her knees and started sucking his cock clean. She loved tasting the mixture of her juices and his cum. The stranger moaned, gripping the back of her head and began pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. Maggie swirled her tongue around him, making sure to get every bit of it clean. She finally pulled off, stood up and put her tits back in her sports bra. She gave the stranger a kiss and walked away. As she continued on down the trail, she didn’t look back. The stranger’s cum was slowly dripping down her thigh as she carried on. And she could only hope that they would meet again for another romp in the park.

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I was waiting to board the plane for the second leg of my journey to Hawaii.

The first leg of the journey was about as uneventful as a short, commuter hop could be, but when I arrived at Atlanta, the two-hour layover was when it all started.

I was finishing my second cup of coffee when I noticed a very handsome man sitting alone at the table next to mine. He kept glancing at me and then looking away quickly when I looked toward him.

I nodded and grinned at him when I caught him looking.

When I left the coffee shop, he followed me out the door.

I found a seat in the waiting room and put all my carry on luggage in the seat beside me.

He sat in a chair directly across from me and laid his brief case in the seat beside him.

He then leaned toward me. “I see you are going to Hawaii,” he said in a deep baritone voice.

I looked up. He was smiling and his dark blue eyes stopped me short.

“Um! Yes!” I stammered. His eyes held me awestruck. His voice reverberated in my head. His eyes danced. “That is my destination,” his voice boomed. “Staying long?” he continued.

“Um! Four weeks,” I managed to squeak out.

He stood and moved to the seat beside me. He held out a hand. “I am John Maxwell,” he explained. “I am going over for a business trip. I notice we are on the same flight with the layover in San Francisco,” he said pointing at the ticket on top of my carry on. “I see you are in coach,” he continued. “Do you realize that you will have to buy your food?”

I frowned. “I did not realize that,” I said questioningly.

“Only first class gets a free meal,” he explained. I was fascinated with his looks but even more attracted to him by his friendly demeanor.

We exchanged where we were from and where we would eventually end up.

It was not long before we were chatting like long lost friends.

When the airline personnel called to start boarding, he picked up my ticket and told me to wait for him.

He went to the desk and talked to the attendant for a short while and turned back toward me. “Come on!” he shouted and waved at me. “I hope you don’t mind, but I exchanged your coach ticket for a first class one. We can continue our talk as we fly,” he said.

“But the cost-” I started to say.

“It is my pleasure,” he said. “They gave me a very good rate because they needed the coach seat. You are in first class all the way to Hawaii.”

I smiled and thanked him. I was elated at the turn of events. He was sooooo Handsome. I found myself getting excited and my crotch became wet. The stewardess seated us and pulled the curtain, separating us from coach.

He gently took my hand and squeezed it. “I am so glad we met,” he said, his eyes flashing.

“I am too!” I exclaimed without thinking.

He was still holding my hand when he bent and kissed me.

A bolt of lightning shot through me.

“I apologize for that,” he said. “I could not resist.”

“That is OK!” I said catching my breath. When he bent toward me again, I met him half way. The kiss was long and wonderful. Our tongues dueled and we pulled each other together with our arms.

I was panting and gasping when we parted. “Nice!” I managed to cough out.

We felt the plane moving. We were the only passengers in first class. I smiled at the thought.

The stewardess popped in. “I will bring your meal as soon as the captain turns off the seat belt light.

We both blushed gebze escort as she nodded her head and smiled. She knew.

When she returned with our meals, John asked her if she would tell us when we were at a mile in altitude.

She winked at him and grinned.

I looked puzzled.

We quickly downed the meal. His quick kiss and loving touch caused me to tremble. He gently touched my tits with his hand.

I gasped and held it tight against my stiffening nipple.

The stewardess coughed when she entered. “We will be flying at just over a mile in the air for the next hour and a half,” she said as she took our trays and grinned. “I won’t disturb you until we begin our assent. You may join the mile high club if you like.” She winked and grinned. I looked at John with a puzzled expression.

“The mile high club is an elite group. You must have sex while you fly above a mile in altitude to become a member,” he explained cautiously. I gasped.

He smiled.

I sat rigid for a moment and then grinned broadly. “Are you a member?” I asked breathlessly.

He grinned. “No, but I would like to be!” he exclaimed.

“So would I,” I admitted.

Trying to fuck in an airline seat became a feat in itself. I removed my panties and he shoved his pants down his legs.

I gasped in disbelief. His cock was gorgeous. It was at least ten inches long and extremely thick. The purple head was already leaking from the slit in it. The purple veins accented the hugeness of it.

We squirmed and wiggled. Twisted and Jiggled. I finally laid my head on the seat and he entered my steaming hot cunt doggie style.

It was stupendous. I had an orgasm before he was all the way in.

He was so gentle, yet masterful. I nearly passed out from the sensations he was giving me. His cock throbbed in my pulsing cunt. I felt the huge member press into me deeper than I had ever felt. I was elated that he was so gentle. I was full of his cock when he released his first orgasm. It poured out from around his cock in torrents, mingled with another orgasm of my own. I fought the sensation of passing out. He pounded into me and his balls slapped against my ass loudly.

It seemed like just moments when we heard the captain announce the decent into San Francisco.

We had barely gotten our clothes straightened when the stewardess opened the curtain. She smiled when she noticed the wet floor.

“You have a two hour stop here,” she said, “but you may stay aboard because this plane will take you on to your next destination.”

John and I looked at one another quizzically.

“This is the end of my tour,” she said and disappeared behind the curtain.

She reappeared and handed each of us a pair of wings with “Mile High Club” emblazoned across them.

“I checked the boarding schedule. You are the only ones in first class for the six-hour flight to Hawaii. Thank you for flying United.” We could hear her laughing all the way down the loading ramp. We were not on United Airlines.

A few moments had passed when a very buxom blond stewardess poked her head through the slot in the curtain. “Jenny told me you are new members of the mile high club,” she said smiling. “Congratulations! I will be your stewardess for the rest of the trip. If you need anything, just push the button and I will cum running.” She exaggerated the “Cum.”

John gasped and I flushed crimson.

“I will shut the door to gümüşhane escort first class,” she suggested. “We will not be leaving for over an hour.”

John and I looked at each other and grinned. She smiled and pulled the door shut behind her. “The only one that can get in now is the captain,” she explained.

She had barely gotten the words out when the door opened and a huge man in a uniform stepped inside. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought Mary was the only one in here,” he added.

Mary grinned. “These are the new mile high club members,” she said.

He smiled. “Congratulations!” he said with a wide smile. “Would you like to be a member of the United Ground Club as well?” he asked.

John and I looked perplexed.

Mary grinned and blushed. “Captain Marshall is the president!” she gushed.

The captain laughed. “Let’s show them how they can join,” he said huskily to Mary.

Mary was on her knees in a flash. Her hands quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his large, but not as large as John’s, cock out. She began to suck it into her mouth while he unfastened her blouse, releasing her huge tits.

John and I watched fascinated when he began to fuck her between her tits. She was writhing and grinding her tits around his cock. His orgasm shot onto her tits and she lifted them so she could lick his cum from them.

After several shots had landed on her tits, she offered them to me. I was fascinated by the whole thing and quickly licked the pungent but sweet nectar from her nipples.

Not to be outdone, John selected the other tit and sucked the nipple so hard she moaned aloud and pushed him away.

“Not so hard,” she moaned.

John smiled when he released the reddened nipple. “This could be the best flight I have ever had!” he exclaimed.

Mary and the Captain were laughing as they left the compartment.

It was not long before we heard the captain telling the passengers that we were taking off for Honolulu.

Mary kept popping in and out of the compartment. The hours flew by. John and I fucked in every position known and few that were unknown. I was completely and totally enjoying the flight.

Mary insisted that she be allowed a turn or two. I watched in amazement while John drove his huge man meat into her viciously.

She squealed in delight until he pushed the last of his long, hard, thick cock into her as I watched. She groaned in sincere agony when the entire length entered her cunt. She gasped and panted as he pounded his cock into her unmercifully.

When we arrived in Hawaii, John laughed wickedly when she pulled her uniform on and walked gingerly up the loading chute, cum streaming down her legs as she walked.

John and I found that we were scheduled in the same condo. We were able to move our rooms where there was an adjoining door. I was worn out and John suggested we go right to bed.

We slept locked in each other’s arms, our naked bodies entangled.

The morning after we arrived, John lamented that he had to go to a meeting but suggested that he would extend his stay if I would travel to Kauai with him the next day where he had to complete his business.

I was elated. I had never been to Kauai and heard it was beautiful, with wonderful flowers everywhere. I gladly accepted his invitation. He had a limo and driver take me to the hotel when we arrived at the airport. I was on cloud nine when I opened the izmir escort door to the room. Flower petals were strewn on the floor and covered the bed. It was magnificent.

It was just after nine AM when I heard the keys in the door. I slipped out of my clothes, lay down on the bed and covered myself with the flower petals.

He sighed deeply when he saw me. He walked toward me, removing his clothing as he came. The next three hours were awesome. We fucked and sucked in pure passion. He was extremely passionate. I wondered how long he could sustain the fervent fucking.

He suggested that we should stop long enough to have lunch. I was hungry and he suggested he would go down to the restaurant and bring back some carry out.

When I heard the keys in the door, I had just finished a quick shower. The audible gasp echoed in the room when he stepped inside. He immediately kissed me. It was more passionate than ever. I quickly ate the sandwich and downed the coffee.

He watched me with those deep blue eyes, removing his clothing as I ate.

I was thrilled when I noticed his cock was hard and seemed larger and thicker than before. I was even more thrilled when he carried me to the bed and fucked me with complete abandon. He was more animated and drove his cock in me with furious, uncontrolled passion. He was a rejuvenated sexual dynamo.

I was delirious with sexual enthusiasm. His cock was deeper in me than ever before. I could feel his cock throb inside my pulsing cunt, filling me with gush after gush of hot cum.

I was amazed at his stamina. He seemed to have renewed vigor and fucked me with zeal unlike ever before.

I was in seventh heaven. His sexual stamina and zeal was almost beyond belief. I noticed he seemed to be watching the clock on the dresser. After two hours of glorious sex, he kissed me passionately and walked to the door.

When he opened it, I thought I was looking into a mirror. The person standing in the door was an exact replica of the man I had just fucked. I’m John, the man in the door said.

I’m Jim, the man in the room said.

In perfect unison they said they were identical twins.

I gasped at the implication.

Suddenly I realized I had the best of all worlds. Two for the price of one.

I grinned at them. “Come here!” I ordered.

We fell on the bed. John, or was it Jim, suggested we have an orgy. Jim, or was it John slipped his thick cock into my creaming pussy. John, or was it Jim pressed his cock against my ass.

I groaned in delirium. I had never been ass fucked before let alone while being fucked by a mirror image of the man fucking my ass. We spent the rest of the night switching positions. I will remember them for a long time. It was a great vacation.

They both stayed over and we spent the days seeing Kauai and the nights fucking, with me sandwiched between them. The nights seemed all too short but their huge cocks were just right. I could not ask for anything more.

My pussy pulses when I even think of them.

We plan on meeting on the main land. I suggested I might be able to find a second woman and we could have a real orgy. They made me understand just how much I might have missed if I had not made the trip to Hawaii.

Don’t let anyone tell you that size does not matter. I can assure you that being fucked with a large cock is more delightful than with a small one, however a small one is not bad. As a matter of fact, any size is good.

I now enjoy an ass fuck almost as much as a cunt fuck. I am trying to develop my skill in blow jobs. In that instance, I believe a small cock is better.

When we meet again, I will write about it. Don’t go away!

Your vote is important-I enjoy comments good or bad.

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The clock in the room was chiming ten when the buzzer sounded. Mr. Ram’s heart was racing as he went to the door. The girl was standing against the opposite wall of the corridor. She was about twenty years old, of medium height, slim, and with excellent figure. Her sharp nose had an attractive bend at the ridge. She was carrying a home made cloth shopping shoulder bag in which were visible several children’s alphabet books.

“Mr. Ram?”

“Yes,” he said.

“I was directed to come here.”

“Please come in.” As she walked past Mr. Ram noted her well-rounded hips.

The girl wore blue cotton churidhar and matching dupatta. She removed her dark glasses to reveal lovely large eyes. Mr. Ram approved with one exception; the shopping bag and its contents collided with his sense of style.

“Please permit me to change,” she said and disappeared into the bathroom with a paper packet she took from her bag.

The girl soon reappeared in a sari.

“Stunning,” said Mr.Ram. He looked at her without blinking. The sari was of soft synthetic material, a delicate mix of pink and blue. The blouse of the same material clung tightly to her body with no bra to disturb the smoothness of the lines.

The hotel room was large. They sat side by side at one end of a curved sofa in front of the scenic window. A large double bed hidden by heavy velvet curtains was at one end of the room.

“What should I call you?”

“My name is Geetha,” she said.

“Hope you won’t mind if we spend some time getting to know each other.”

“Thanks; no one has ever given me that option. Most men are in a hurry to squeeze in as much action as possible in the allotted time.”

“I know a person,” said Mr.Ram, “who calculates the amount per minute and when the figure is large he gets so agitated that he loses concentration for the job.” Geetha laughed.

“That person must be a blood brother of my husband.” She laughed again.

“Ha, ha, ha,” joined in Mr.Ram. He stopped suddenly in mid laugh. “Does your husband have to pay you for the services?” The girl laughed but not the tinkling laugh of the previous occasion but a laugh with more body to it. Mr. Ram joined in the laughter but once again stopped in mid laugh.

“You have a husband?”

“Why not? But this has to do with my silk saris. For every one I have he has calculated the amount expended per wear. The figures are naturally high, and it is amusing to see the misery on his face when he is working it out on his calculator.”

Mr. Ram took a sip of juice. His throat was dry. He was not thinking of saris. Geetha noted his discomfiture.

“Any objection to married women?”

“No,” he said. Mr. Ram was aware that the oldest profession has long since spread from its original home in a particular caste to the show business, to nurses’ quarters, offices, working women’s hostels, students’ hostels, and finally to the sanctum sanctorum, the home itself. But Mr.Ram was meeting a housewife call girl for the first time. He felt uncomfortable, and strangely the feeling of discomfiture had a pleasant tang to it.

“Reception told me that you dislike alcohol and tobacco.”

“Yes,” she said, “no one wants to be with a man who smells of alcohol, and as for tobacco, the smell clings to me. It is difficult to get rid of it before my husband returns from work.”

“Something to drink?” asked Ram

“Yes, but I’ll do the serving.” She went up to the fridge.

“Orange or cola?”

“Your choice.” She chose cola. She brought the drinks on a tray.

“To us,” said Mr.Ram with a flourish and they both sipped from their glasses.

Mr.Ram looked admiringly at Geetha.

“You should be in the movies,” he said.

“I tried and failed.”

Mr.Ram had touched a tender cord. His attempt to retrieve the situation made matters worse.

“May be you did not have connections.”

“On the contrary,” said Geetha, van escort “I went with the brevet rank of daughter of the producer himself. The line separating utter failure from dizzying success in movies is a very thin one. I was unlucky not to cross it. I am reconciled to the failure. I look upon the time I spent in the studios with real pleasure. It was fun as long as it lasted.”

“In that case you must tell me your story,”

“Thank you for giving me that chance. But it’s going to be the most expensive story you have ever listened to.”

“Please go on. It is money well spent.”

But the girl did not like her customer lose quality time. She removed the pallav and exposed an extensive valley.

“Fondle me as I narrate my movie experiences.” Mr. Ram obliged with the utmost delicacy. She closed her eyes as if to savour his touch.

“At the time of his death,” she said, “my father was a technician in the colour lab of a film studio,” said Geetha.” One afternoon his chain-smoking habit caught up with him. He collapsed and died in the lab itself. I was in high school then.” Geetha stopped. Large drops of tears fell down her cheeks. Mr.Ram took hold of her hand.

“If it makes you miserable you don’t have to go on with the story.”

“Please let me,” she said. “So far I have been a rag doll to the men I have been with. For once in my life a man is not treating me like merchandise. Please permit me to tell you my story.”

“Certainly,” said Mr.Ram. They sat close together, thighs touching thighs. He had never felt hands as smooth as this girl’s, hands that had never done a bit of housework.

“The producer for whom my father was working at the time of his death felt that he was in some way responsible for his death,” said Geetha. “My father was working day and night at that time to meet a deadline. The producer undertook the expenses of the funeral, and many other things besides. The day after the funeral when I was in a corner of my room weeping my eyes out he came in and told me to consider myself his daughter. He made me call him dad and not uncle as I used to previously. To his kindness my mother and I have to be eternally grateful.

“My father and mother both had some property. That and the money that came after my father’s death were enough for our needs even without what my adopted dad was providing. He was an industrialist who came into movie production in spasms—when he had money to spare. He told mother that immediately after I completed school I was to join him in movies. It did not happen that way. He was not taking pictures then, and I had secured a merit scholarship that I did not want to waste. I went to college. While I was in college he called me one day to the studio to take a screen test. He was now back in movies.

“The test was successful. If your Dad is the producer only good things happen in the studio. I had a good role with lots of dialogue including an emotional scene. Our movie fans judge acting ability by the way actors handle emotional scenes. That was easy for me. I had to think of my father, and my emotions flowed like a dam burst. That movie was never completed.

“He launched another. This one was a very ambitious one with well-known actors in leading roles. I was a second heroine, and had a song sequence all to myself. I saw the rushes and I liked it. My song had a tilting rhythm of the type that climbs the top ten charts. It was during the making of this movie that I lost my virginity.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes,” said Geetha. She peeled off her blouse to display a splendid pair of breasts. She took hold of Mr. Ram’s hand and placed it on them. “My adopted Dad had the reputation of being a womaniser. He was not so. During the nine months I was with him he had me but thrice. There were many starlets whom he never touched, to their intense disappointment. He released the movie with much fan fare. It bombed comprehensively. The producer yalova escort went back to his industry, and I came back to earth. If the movie had been even a moderate success or the song had made it even to the bottom rung of the hit parades I would now be a star. It was at this time that I got married.”

“My husband is in the sales department of a large store. He sells neckties though I have never seen him wear one. He did small businesses as well. Dad was in charge of the wedding arrangements and he did everything to make my wedding a splendid affair. I really think of him as my father even when I am in bed with him. If I enter films again he is sure to sleep with me, but not otherwise. In school our teacher told us that a falcon and sparrow in a cage might be friends. If, however they open of the cage the sparrow will fly and the falcon seeing a bird in flight will instinctively charge and kill it. It has something to do with release of inhibitions. It is so with Dad. The sight of me on the floor with makeup releases his inhibitions.”

“How about married life?” asked Mr.Ram.

“My husband enjoyed the first night counting the money that had come as gifts. He did not leave me out of it. From time to time he read out a name from his list and then followed it up with a snort. Apparently whoever it was had given much less than what he had expected him to. My husband is a great snorter. So many things and persons displease him that when you are with him his repeated snorting makes you feel as if you are in a stable. I had an undisturbed sleep on my first night.

We had it the next night. My part in it was minimal. It lasted for not more than probably five minutes. I don’t think that even today he knows that women are also in it for pleasure. The third night he studied stock market reports. He tried to get me interested in it. My husband has very little interest in sex. I don’t know the reason, for he is physically quite normal. In the beginning it was about once a week. Nowadays it is quite infrequent.

“He never gave enough money for expenses. He expects me to cook, wash the clothes, and do the dishes. Mother, out of her own money, employs help for household work. I got nothing from my marriage—no money, no love, no companionship, no sex, and no babies. The impression created in India is that once a man ties the sacred yellow thread round a woman’s neck he becomes her lord and master for life. That is arrant nonsense. If he does not play his part an Indian woman deals with him like any other woman in any part of the world. Thanks to my earnings we have some money. We need a lot more to buy a double door fridge.”

“To spend time I joined the local Adult Education Group. We go singly or in a group to local slums and teach women to read and write. I like this work. Good deeds bring rewards. Many will not agree that what I get is reward. When I joined this other thing it came in handy. I just had to put on a cotton churidhar and take up my bag with alphabet books and no one asks me where I go. Very important when you live in a large apartment block where everyone’s sole interest is in knowing what the neighbours are doing.

She hugged Mr. Ram and kissed him. She held his head and brought it to her breasts and asked him to suck and when he did so she moaned.

“It was at this time that a former neighbour of ours came up with this call girl thing. Her daughter was in it; she canvassed persistently. A hefty commission must have dangled in front of her eyes. Owing to my movie experience I was not totally ignorant of this business. And so here I am. I don’t propose to waste any more of your valuable time.

She stood up and dropped her sari. She stood before him naked and unashamed. Mr. Ram eyes seemed to protrude. Her waist was narrow and hips broad. Her vulva had puffy lips with a clitoral hood of the perfect size adorning the top of the cleft. She took Mr. Ram’s hand and placed çorlu escort it on the vulva. Mr. Ram hugged her hips and buried his face on the vulva.

Mr. Ram was panting. To him who had met only falsely modest women this was dazzling. He vowed to do something she would remember him by. He licked her to orgasm and then he fucked her and gave her more than one.

They had lunch and went back to bed. They cuddled under a blanket, their clothes lying haphazardly on the carpet enhancing the excitement.

“We must meet again,” said Mr.Ram.

“No,” said Geetha, “no adultery for me.”

“You mean all that we are doing now is not adultery?”

“That’s right. For you it is release of tension, a therapy, for me it is business. Next time it will be passion for me and adultery for you, oops! Sorry adultery for both. Instant love,” said Geetha, elaborating,” is a physical mixture; married love is a chemical reaction. That’s how they should remain.” She threw the blanket away, pinned him on his back, climbed over him and said quite simply,

“Now I want to commit adultery.”

She held Mr. Ram’s penis and she gently let herself down as she impaled herself. She had to energy to get them another orgasm.

“It’s going to be three. If I do not hurry I may change to a pumpkin.” She got up and disappeared into the bathroom. When she reappeared she was in her churidars.

“What are your plans for your future,” asked Mr.Ram.

“In a couple of years I’ll retire, and then I’ll have a baby, and become a model of motherhood, or I may be seriously into this adult education programmes and end up receiving Presidential awards. How do you like this for positive thinking?”

“Splendid,” said Mr.Ram “but are you sure it is good bye for ever.”

“Absolutely, and please Ram,” she said, calling him tenderly by that name for the first time, “please don’t ever try to meet me again.” She took her bag and was ready to leave.

“I won’t mind if my dress should get crumpled.” She dropped her bag, let her arms hang loosely, and looked into his eyes with her large eyes glistening. Mr. Ram held her head in his hands and delicately kissed her on her lips not disturbing a fold of her dress or a hair of her head. The clock started chiming. The girl placed her cheek on Mr. Ram’s chest as if to savour his warmth. She kept it there till the chimes stopped. Mr. Ram opened her bag and thrust in a bundle of currency notes into it. She protested.

“For your expenses,” he said expansively. When the clock stopped striking the hour she looked up with her tear filled eyes, opened the door just wide enough for her slim body to slip through, and was gone. Mr.Ram moved back to his bed. He lay down and was soon asleep.

*

Mr. Ram woke up two hours later. He bathed and changed and went down to the bar for a cup of cappuccino. He needed a strong restorative. He sat in a corner and allowed his mind to dwell on his adventure of the afternoon. The girl’s story he found very interesting. His generous gift made his mood up beat.

He suddenly shot up in his seat. At the bar counter a foreigner was having drinks with a chic thing in a sleeveless blouse and mini skirt that went up as high up as local laws permitted. There was something oddly familiar about the girl. Mr. Ram went closer. Yes, it was his girl. That faint dimple and the dot mole above it were quite distinctive. She was sipping wine, and in her hand was a cigarette in a holder. She happened to look his way; they made eye contact. He expected her to pretend she did not know him but she did nothing of that sort. She smiled faintly and there was a perceptible eye lid movement that can only be described a wink. He moved away. He would have given much to know the story she would tell this customer to enhance her value.

Mr. Ram was surprised at his reaction to her deception. It did not annoy him in the least that he, a most astute businessman, should have allowed himself to be taken for a stupendous ride by a shrimp of a girl. He smiled a bemused smile. He felt like a class batsman bowled neck and crop by a ball that turned the other way—not angry for failing to spot it; just appreciative of his opponent’s mastery of the art.

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“I think you should kiss me.”

We had just gotten back from the bar, and she was lying back on the steps to the front porch, smoking a cigarette. I stood a few paces away, happy to be outside. It was the middle of the night, and the street was dead quiet. One of those nights where you don’t even feel the air, and the world is at peace. A few beers in; feeling happy and feeling loose. Feeling the possibilities.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I come over there and kiss you, I’m not going to want to stop.”

–

She and I had been friends for years, after being introduced by a guy who was a mutual friend. She and I got along really well; we still do, and that’s the beauty of it. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but she and I became very comfortable without friendship. We would have fun and joke around, talk about our respective relationships or life issues, thrift shop, drink, step outside for a smoke – you name it, we did it. We would also enjoy casual physical contact, flirt innocently, and hug whenever we met up and parted ways. All in total comfort; never any sexual tension whatsoever. Don’t get me wrong, I always did and still do think she is totally sexy. She is an artist and a free spirit, and I love her. But it’s always been about the friendship, and I have always been totally happy that way. And that’s how the cuddling started.

She was in a long distance relationship, and she didn’t see much of her boyfriend at all. I was around a lot at night (often unable to drive at home) since she was living with our mutual friend, and somehow we started sleeping together. When I say sleeping, I mean it literally. We would cuddle up and sleep. It was great. Everything stayed exactly as before, but after a long night of whatever we were doing, trabzon escort we would hop into her bed, spoon, and say goodnight. Not every night, mind you. Not even every night I was over. It just happened sometimes.

–

There wasn’t any awkwardness, really no sexual tension. The way things were between us, I figured pretty much anything could happen and our friendship would remain unchanged. We were both so comfortable with each other, so comfortable with our sexuality, so happy as we were. So why didn’t I think it was a good idea? She had a boyfriend.

“Well I think you should kiss me.”

Really, I think it was the look she gave me more than the alcohol in my system. That leaned back, chin down, eyes up look that only a woman can give a man. Smoldering.

I walked over and went for it. My knee between her legs, quad pressed between them. My chest pressed against hers, a hand on either side of her body to hold what little weight I didn’t put into her. My mouth on hers, sharing the taste of the nights beer, whiskey, and tobacco. And the taste of her. She pushed me up with a hand to my chest, and I really couldn’t tell if it had been more than she wanted or not nearly enough. She just smiled.

Her roommate, our mutual friend, and his girl arrived. The mood shifted with the cars headlights, the loud music, and their loud conversation over the music. He killed the engine and all three stopped. He got out.

“What?”

We all went inside.

–

It wasn’t long before our friend and his girl disappeared into his room, leaving us in hers. We got ready for bed. For me, this meant stripping to my underwear and tshirt. For her, well, it varied. As often as not, it was just panties, but tonight she kept a top on, too. If her choice even tunceli escort registered in my mind, I probably assumed she wanted to avoid sending any mixed messages after the kiss. She climbed into bed after me. I was on my side, bottom arm out, making a place for her to lay against me. She did, but on her back, my bicep behind her neck, her body close to mine. This meant she was not ready to sleep yet, which meant continuing some discussion from earlier in the night. Again, I assumed she wanted to address the kiss. It turns out I was right, in exactly the wrong way.

She kissed me. A goodnight kiss, I thought. But no, this was a real kiss. A hand about to press against my chest, I thought. But no, this time she wasn’t stopping. Well, we were dressed, and we had already kissed earlier, so what’s the harm, I thought. I rolled toward her, my top hand hooking under her far shoulder, my top leg finding the gap between hers. So it will be a nice make out session, a step up from cuddling, but still innocent enough. Until I felt her hand running up the back of my shirt. There was a part of my mind that reminded me about her boyfriend. But he was so far away, and away so often. And we were just fooling around a little. It would never go anywhere, and nothing serious would happen. Just keep it above the waist, I told myself. So I decided to go with it.

It wasn’t long before she had my shirt off and her mouth on my neck, shoulder and chest. My hands, which had previously been roaming her body, slid under her shirt. I worked one up her side, bringing it under her shoulder so I could hold her and support my weight. The other ran slowly up her stomach, fingers curled down, nails playing against her skin. It came to her breast which, despite her habit of sleeping topless, I had uşak escort never felt. It was just as I expected, smooth soft skin, supple and firm, topped with a small and currently very hard nipple. The kind of breast every man remembers from his younger days.

As I toyed with her nipple, her mouth same back to mine. But I made sure that was only I passing, as I kissed along her jawline, down the side of her neck, and along her collarbone. She squirmed beneath me, pressing her head into the bed and arching her back. Not one to miss an opportunity, I used both hands to work her shirt up to her shoulders and dropped my mouth to her now bared skin as she pried it the rest of the way off.

With one breast in my hand and the other in my mouth, the boundary I had set for myself began to blur. If I grab her ass over her panties, that’s still over the clothes, right? They were just plain cotton, full backed. It wasn’t like she was wearing a thong or anything. What the hell, I went for it, and she definitely did not resist. I grabbed her ass and felt it tighten as she pressed herself up into my leg. She brought a hand to my face and guided my mouth back to hers. Her other hand found mine. That one she guided between her legs. Under her panties. She moaned into my mouth and pressed my finger between her lips. She was dripping wet.

Well, it’s not like I’m inside her, right? So still not such a big deal. And hey, we haven’t broken the barrier of my waistband. She must know what she’s doing and be ok with it. So what’s the problem? Nope, no problem. With the pad of my finger working around her opening and the top following suit against her clit, I broke our kiss to look into her eyes. I wanted to see the look on her face, read her reactions, and give her what she wanted. With her hand still against mine, it didn’t take long. I could see it in her eyes first, that focused look as she tried to hold off and let the sensation build. Her body tensed and her breath became shallow. Her hand clamped down on mine, holding it still against her. And then she let go and let the pleasure overtake her.

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This story is based on real life experience. Nobody in it is under 18 years of age. To set the scene, these events took place a good long time ago, long before porn videos and the internet instructed youngsters about sex, and anatomical awareness was, at best, hit and miss.

I got married too young. Who didn’t? The old story – seemed like a good idea at the time. Along came our lovely daughter, but my wife Joy got fatter and lost interest in sex – not that she’d ever had much. But then, I probably hadn’t helped, as my knowledge of the subject was gained from toilet walls – I was hardly God’s gift.

Jane was four when Joy and her nice but interfering mum took the three of them for a week at the seaside.

I went nervously to a party thrown by a guy I knew from the rugby club and his wife. Ann was there on her own, a quiet, slender girl in her early twenties with brown, shoulder-length hair and slightly crooked teeth. We danced together in the darkened room for much of the evening, then I gave her a lift home to a not-very-salubrious part of Leeds. When I leaned across to kiss her goodnight, she returned my kiss hungrily, snaking her slim arm around my neck. My sex-starved cock rose and stood to attention.

‘I’ve got to go,’ she said breathlessly.

‘Can I see you again?’ I heard myself saying.

‘Why not? Come and call for me – at Nº 63 – next Wednesday night?’

‘OK,’ I said, giving her a card with my office number on ‘just in case she wanted a chat.’ I drove off, watching her scurrying off in my mirror, awkward in high heels nd tight skirt. I had never taken a positive step towards infidelity up to that point, though it would be wrong to say that it hadn’t crossed my mind – a guy in his early twenties who isn’t getting it – well…

Came the evening in question, and I invented a story about a meeting at the rugby club or something, and went along to collect Ann. I was dismayed when my knock on the door of Nº 63 was answered by a young guy wearing track suit bottoms and a white vest.

‘I’m looking for Miss Ann Steels,’ I said.

‘It’s Mrs Ann Steels. I’m her husband,’ replied the guy, with a scouse accent.

Muttering something about being from Social Services and having been misinformed, I left rather hurriedly, thinking that was that, and had a pint or two before making my disgruntled way home.

I was more than a little surprised, then, when our receptionist, Pat, yelled out that there was a call for me next morning. It was Ann – and to my further surprise, she sounded amused, rather than angry.

‘Sorry about last night,’ she said, ‘the bastard came home without telling me. How about Saturday night?’

I thought quickly. Joy usually went to her mother’s on Saturday nights, and I was playing cricket – first match of the season – so she wouldn’t expect me home anyway.

‘That would be great,’ I said, ‘but could we meet somewhere else?’ I didn’t relish running into hubby again.

‘OK,’ she chuckled, and we arranged to meet near the market. I got there early, and thought at first she was going to stand me up, then there she was, my first illicit date, tottering across the busy street in black suede stilettos, wearing a tight blue and white cotton print dress. When she got into my car, the dress rode up above her knees, which were sharp and bony, and asking to be touched. I have this thing about slender knees, and they felt so very good under my touch. Ann turned towards me and gave me her slightly crooked smile. I kissed her lightly.

‘Where to?’ I asked.

‘Somewhere nice and quiet,’ she replied. I could hardly believe my ears. I drove as quickly as I could out of the city bustle, and we were soon in quiet spring dusk, leafy lanes seeming to beckon me. I found an unmade road that looked promising, beside a copse of young trees, and pulled off it onto a patch of dried mud.

There was no real shyness about Ann as I took her in my arms and kissed her searchingly, slipping my tongue in between her teeth and finding no resistance, so that I wondered briefly just how used she was to this kind of thing. But then it didn’t matter any more, as she allowed me to help her over into the back seat, giggling at the awkwardness of the manoeuvre. We kissed again, and I ran my hand up under her skirt, its tightness restricting my movement.

‘Wait!’ she said, breathlessly, and struggled to pull the hem up, wriggling, and saying that she normally stepped into this dress, as it was so tight, and that she didn’t want to tear it. But soon it was around her waist, and in the dim interior light of the car, I could see that she was wearing a tiny pair of black lace panties. I didn’t have to work hard to take them off – she lifted her arse of the seat to help.

When I look back, with the experience of years, I shudder at the memory of my idea of foreplay in those days. A quick stroke at her moist crack while I struggled to pull on the dreaded condom, but then, her slim arm around urfa escort my neck, she kissed me deeply, while using her free hand to guide my stiff, rampant rod into the welcome hot wetness of her cunt. She whimpered as I found her inner depths, then moaned, a pretty ‘Oh!’ at each stroke. I remembered thinking – so this is a fuck! Her slender legs wrapped around my buttocks, I thrust hard, shamefully few times, and, whether it was faked or not, I couldn’t tell, she screamed when I shuddered, stiffened, and filled the condom with as big a load as I had ever shot.

Afterwards, we went to a big soulless pub, and I found a coin on the carpet, which I still have to this day.

The following week, Ann was waiting for me when I rolled up at the same spot. She was wearing the same shoes, I noticed, but a short, pleated green skirt and a white blouse. I lost no time in driving to last week’s spot and it wasn’t even fully dark when we arrived. But Ann was a girl of few words and smiled her crooked smile as she got out and went around to the back seat without having to be asked to clamber over. When I joined her, she already had her blouse unbuttoned and I found that she was bra-less. Her small breasts were perky and firm under my hands, and I liked the way her nipples grew hard to my touch, and the way she groaned as I felt her. But I wanted to be inside her again, and reaching up under her skirt, I pulled down her panties – white silky ones tonight, I noticed. But when I fumbled for my wallet to produce a condom, she covered my hand with hers.

‘You don’t need that,’ she said, ‘and it’s nicer without.’

She pulled my stiff dick out of my trousers, fighting her way around my underpants, and flung herself back on the seat, legs wide apart, the musky smell of her sex filling my nostrils. I thrust myself within her, feeling the delicious sensation of her vaginal muscles gripping and releasing me as each stroke slid into her slippery depths, her moans heightening my pleasure so much that I couldn’t hold off for more than a very few plunging drives. Then I came, flooding her as she yelled my name and bit my neck ferociously. We stayed like that for a long time, and, when it was quite dark, I felt the stirrings of desire once more.

‘You’re getting hard again,’ she murmured in my ear, and then kissed me, working her tongue around my mouth irresistibly, at the same time reaching down to massage my cock as it emerged from her, so that she was giving me a simultaneous hand-job and fuck. This time, I made it last, of course, and, looking back, I think she must have had an orgasm, as she bucked, writhed and stiffened under me, shouting something unintelligible, as I again shot my load inside her.

Little did I know when I dropped her off outside her home that I should never meet Ann again. Although we arranged to meet the following week – same time, same place – I got a bout of ‘flu and was laid up, with no number to call her on. I was desperate to see her again, of course. When I went up to her house one evening, and waited across the street, not wanting to run into her husband again, my heart leapt as I saw her come out of the gate, wearing the same tight blue and white dress she had worn that first time. But then she looked nervously up and down the street, trotted along a short way, and slid into the passenger seat of a grey Rover. As it drove off, I saw her pecking the black-haired, well-dressed driver on the cheek.

I went back to some semblance of married life. I had a disastrous flirtation with a nurse after a dance one night, when I simply couldn’t get it up. My wife had stopped asking me where I went when I had a late night, and separation was only delayed by our daughter, whom I loved dearly. I worked in a small builder’s office – not exactly a place for vast reserves of crumpet, but the receptionist, Jill, prim and proper at first sight, had a certain something. I started going slightly out of my way to give her a lift home after work – no, I’ll be honest, it was well out of my way! One night, she said, ‘Keep doing this, and people will put two and two together and make five.’

I remember replying, ‘Five’s not such a bad score, is it?’ – and then we were in a clinch, kissing hungrily. I had to wait, though, until her period was over, then, when I was supposed to be at a rugby match, we had a not enormously satisfactory shag in the car beside a reservoir, on a bleak, cold afternoon in December. My liaison with Jill didn’t last long – I found out later that I was one of a great many who had fallen into her web, and that her husband had turned out to be gay. But she did introduce me to her friend Jenny – ‘You’ll just love her!’ she told me. Jenny was a tall, willowy girl, with a ready smile, legs to die for, and an insatiable sexual appetite, as I soon found out. Having had a bad experience with the violent father of her two-year-old son, she was living with her mum, on the outskirts of town. She had to keep her mum sweet sivas escort to ensure that her babysitting duties continued.

The very first date I had with Jenny, I had agreed to give her a lift from her cousin’s house some distance away. It was dark, raining, as usual, and chilly.

‘I don’t need to go straight home,’ she said, an invitation if ever there was one. I found a quiet lane to turn down.

‘The back seat’ll be better,’ she said, before I could, and scrambled over. Her tongue was searching my mouth as soon as I joined her, and she helped me with the buttons of her blouse, then reached behind her and unclasped her bra, so that her small breasts were free, nipples hardening under my fumbling fingers. I ran a hand up her long, long thigh, hooking fingers over the top of her tights as her woollen skirt rode up, and she co-operatively raised her bum from the seat to help as I pulled the offending garment down to her knees. The pungent scent of her sex filled the car as I felt the hot wetness of her crack, and she moaned as my fingers parted her labia and flicked at her clitoris, then plunged deep into her sopping cunt. Meanwhile, she had dragged down my zipper and wrestled out my eager, stiff, weapon. She guided me into her, making a murmuring groan as she did so, and her vagina was the only place in the world for me at that moment. It didn’t seem to matter to Jenny that I couldn’t make it last long, but, after I gushed torrents into her, she locked me inside her with her legs around my back, laughing gently, and saying, ‘You’re not going anywhere just yet, love!’ And I didn’t, not until I had cum again, only perhaps fifteen minutes later, slower and less frenzied perhaps, this time.

I knew it was time to leave home then – I could no longer live a complete lie, and, making access arrangements to see my daughter, I moved out to live in a flat, not too far away from Jenny’s mum’s.

I was wondering just what I had done, and feeling, I suppose, a bit low, when I picked Jenny up from where she worked as a part-time secretary.

‘Turn off here!’ she said, on the way home, and I drove up a quiet road, until she told me to pull in – a space for only one car, so that, although the occasional vehicle passed, we weren’t going to be disturbed. After leaning over and kissing me briefly, she immediately pulled down the zipper on my trousers. My cock responded, and was already stiffening when she extracted it. Then she did something nobody had done to me up to that moment, swiftly bending, and taking me in her lips, looking up at me as she did so.

‘Oh Jenny!’ I breathed, ‘I’m going to…I mean, I can’t…’

Coming up for air, she said, ‘It’s alright, love, its alright!’ and resumed sucking my whole length, giving me a new sensation so delicious I could scarcely believe it. I still felt ashamed when I came copiously in her mouth, but she showed no sign of not having enjoyed the experience, merely wiping her lips with the back of her hand, and murmuring, ‘Mmmm, perhaps you can return the compliment soon.’ I struggled, in my naïveté, to grasp her meaning, but just knew that she was something special.

My chance to ‘return her compliment’ came quite soon. Jenny came to help me organise my pathetically few belongings in my new flat. It was a chilly night, so I plugged in the electric fire I had rescued, and dug out a bottle of whisky, then laid out a sheepskin rug in front of the fire. We sat and sipped cheap scotch as we thawed out, after unloading the firm’s van I had borrowed. I leant over to take her in my arms, but she pushed me away. ‘No, wait!’ she said, and got up to go to the bathroom. Having done much of the unloading, she knew I had a robe hanging behind the bathroom door, and she was wearing it when she returned – and, as I soon discovered, nothing else.

She squatted beside me in the warm glow of the firelight.

‘This is better than the back of your car,’ she remarked, as I pulled her into my arms to kiss her, then, exploring, found her bare breasts just waiting to be fondled. I bent down and kissed them then, taking a hardening nipple between my teeth, which wrung a gasp from her, then she was pushing my head gently downwards, so that I traced her slim body, down past her ribs, to the flatness of her stomach, down, down to the soft fuzz of her triangle, until I tasted, for – shamefully – the first time, the bittersweet flavour of femininity, and explored with my lips and tongue the mysterious folds of her crack. She guided me, hands either side of my head, as I traced her outer lips, ands when I plunged my tongue in between them, she obligingly opened her legs wide, and groaned with evident pleasure, as I invaded the hot wet depths of her cunt. I soon discovered that what she liked best was when I lapped the whole length of her slit, from her little puckered arsehole to her clit, and back again, making her writhe and moan as I did so. She pushed me away, and I thought I’d hurt her, but tekirdağ escort she said, ‘I want you inside me love, now!’

I lay back, where she had shoved me, and she dragged my rampant prick out of my trousers with some difficulty – I was hard as a rock. Then, without further ado, she straddled me, impaling herself on me so that I was deeper inside her soaking cunt than I had ever been. She flung her head back and rode me, controlling me with agile vaginal muscles, then screamed as if being murdered when I could hold off no longer, and we collapsed, completely spent. ‘Thank Christ my landlady’s gone to bingo tonight,’ I laughed, ‘or she’d have been knocking at the door, for sure.’

After that, we used my flat quite a lot for our encounters, having a quick fuck at lunchtimes several times a week, which was quite a feat in Jenny’s brief lunch-break, though I could easily ‘lose’ myself for an hour during the day, as I had sites to visit.

Then she announced one day that her Mum had agreed to baby-sit for a whole weekend for her , and she had told her she was going to spend it with a school friend in York. I took a hard look at my bank account, which was having a tough time coping with maintenance payments, and decided I could just about afford a night in a half-decent hotel. ‘Let’s go to Harrogate!’ I suggested, on the phone that morning, and when we met at lunchtime, she showed me a sheer, brief, orange-coloured baby-doll nightie with tiny matching panties she had just bought for the occasion. The idea of sleeping with Jenny beside me appealed greatly, especially when she gave me a sly sort of half-smile, and said, ‘We can try something new, if you like.’ I guess I had long known that she had a deal more experience than I had, but I didn’t resent that at all.

We didn’t think much to the stuffy hotel restaurant – ‘Christ, the waiter’s wearing gloves!’ said Jenny, so we went round the corner to a very ordinary Chinese and ate very little anyway – eager to get to bed – or I certainly was.

I sat on the bed, just in my shorts, while Jenny took an age in the bathroom. It was worth waiting for. Her long, long legs looked longer and slimmer than ever under the briefest of nighties, and the tiny transparent panties were tied at the sides with big bows – just asking to be tugged open. I tugged. She backed away, though. ‘Don’t let’s rush, darling,’ she said, ‘let’s dance.’ The room had piped music on three channels, and she chose one that seemed to suit – slow rock, I think it was – and started to sway to it, as I got up to join her, the bulge in my shorts showing clearly my excitement.

Jenny soon had her hand down the front of my shorts and was stroking my vibrant cock. Then she wanted better access, and eased the waistband down so that they were around my knees. Laughing gently, she slid onto the bed, and I lost no time in joining her. Quickly she guided me into her and I felt the now faamiliar hot wetness of her cunt enveloping me as I lost myself in her sensual embrace. I came too soon, as I knew I should, but it was soon after that that I knew a new sensation. Slowly and deliberately, making sure I was watching, she took her long, manicured index finger into her mouth, then reached around my back and, without any announcement, pushed it deep into my arsehole, still watching my face intently.

‘Oh, that hurts!’ I said, squirming a little, but feeling something completely new and unfamiliar.

‘I know it does,’ she said, ‘but you’ll learn to like it.’

‘Yes?’

‘Yes, darling – I know.’

‘So you…you want…?’

‘Yes, love, I want.’

So this was her ‘something new?’ I was already hard again, moving gently, as she wrapped those long legs around me, the sensation of that long finger scratching the tender tissues up my arsehole staying with me after she had withdrawn it. I sought her little puckered hole to return the compliment, and when my own finger penetrated her, she groaned with intense pleasure and dug her nails into my back as I thrust my throbbing weapon deep, deep within her, pounding her, my finger keeping close company with my cock, until she screamed , and raked my back painfully as I came, a great gushing spout, into her very soul.

When I awoke, it was full daylight, and Jenny was sat up beside me, looking at the alarm clock she had brought. I reached out for her, but she pushed me away. ‘No, wait,’ she said, and trotted off naked to the en-suite bathroom – still a luxury in those days. She seemed to be gone an age, and when she returned, she was wearing the baby-doll top again. I thought she looked lovely. She grinned at me a bit sheepishly, as she grabbed her pillow and the cushion from a chair near the bed, and placed on top of the other, halfway up the bed, then crawled carefully on top of them, face down, her belly supported by the height of the cushion. Impatiently, she pulled at my arm, so that I slid around behind her, as she pulled my own pillow over to lay her head on. It was only then that I understood. Knees wide apart, both her hands were behind her now, pulling the cheeks of her arse apart, and I could see that she had smeared some colourless gel around her anus, where what had last night seemed to be a tiny little, puckered hole, now gaped appealingly.

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Everybody in this story was of legal age at the time of the incident.

*****

Of course it’s true; you can’t make this stuff up!

When I was dating Mitzi I used to go over to her house and wait for her to get home from work. Her little sister, Melissa was always there since the community college was out for the summer. Melissa and I got along really well, so it was all good.

Their Mom didn’t get home from work till about 6, but I got along really well with her too. It was just the three ladies living in their two bedroom townhouse apartment at Willow Trace in Clemmons, NC. Mom had her own bedroom and the two girls shared a bedroom and a bed and a few other things that some sisters share…(But that’s not what this story is about).

We had this routine going all summer and Melissa had gotten really comfortable with me being there. So comfortable in fact that she had gotten in the habit of wearing nothing but a T-shirt and panties when she got home from school, just like I wasn’t even there.

This situation was getting more and more difficult for me sexually because Melissa was a beautiful, hot, sexy girl. She looked so much like Mitzi that some people couldn’t tell them apart and there was less than two years difference in their ages and both had developed bodies well beyond their years. I often wondered if I had picked the wrong sister, but you couldn’t go wrong with either of these two.

On this particular summer afternoon I arrived at their apartment just a little bit early. When I knocked on the door Melissa leaned out of her bedroom window, which was on the front of the apartment, for me to wait just a minute and she would be down to open the door. When she leaned out the window, she was totally topless! Right there in the window for all to see! I had an instant erection. This girl was 4’10” and didn’t weigh more than 98 pounds and 25 of that was tits!

When she got to the door and opened it she was wearing a thin grey jersey style T-shirt with arm holes that opened down to her waist. Although maybe not an old shirt, it was designed to look thin and worn. You could see through it in places. She was wearing it inside out and backwards which made the really low back even more revealing turned to the front. The tag had been ripped out and there was a rize escort tear right there between her breasts from that.

There was very little of her titties that I couldn’t see every time she moved. It was long for a T-shirt but way too short to cover any part of her panties. Her panties were pink and white in sort of a camouflage pattern. Even just glancing I could tell that they were faded, worn thin and a little tattered. Obviously one of her all time favorite pair. They were sort of a thong style, she called it a “T Back” style. She told me later that they were worn out in the middle from all the years of guys rubbing her pussy through them. She liked to wear this pair when she knew she was going to “get nasty.”

As casual as she was dressed, her make-up was remarkably perfect and she smelled absolutely edible. I wondered if she was trying to impress me or if she was really that casual and comfortable.

I gave her our customary kiss on the cheek and a firm hug as I made my way to the couch trying to hide my growing erection and fighting the urge to rape her! I was still picturing her hanging out of the window topless, right there in the front of the apartment, overlooking the parking lot without even looking first to see who might be out there besides me.

I sat down and picked up the TV remote.

Melissa said “OH NO YOU DON’T! That’s my remote! I’m gonna watch MY shows.”

She grabbed for it and I pulled it away. She missed with her grab and landed on my lap facing me with her knees on both side of my hips. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she sort of rested there and didn’t move for a second.

I wondered if she had felt my hard-on between her legs because I had definately felt it pressing against her hot little pussy.

My cock was nearly pushing right through my board shorts. The “tent” was just a little more than obvious! Having her braless young, hard breasts pressed against my chest did nothing to relieve my discomfort.

I had all but forgotten how we came to be in this position when I came back to reality and heard her saying “That’s not fair! Give it to me!”

Of course I’m thinking “Oh yeah! I’ll give it to you alright!”

She was half heartedly fighting for the remote. Her tight little body sakarya escort was squirming all over me and I know that she was intentionally rubbing her crotch across my stiff cock. The first time might have been an accident, but even as dense as I am, I could figure out that this was now very intentional on her part. Melissa was not shy about being a tease but I never knew just how far she might let it go.

She started tickling me to make me give up the remote. I started tickling her back. We ended up in a literal wrestling match and landed in the floor. The wrestling continued until we ended up back on the couch with her under me, legs on either side of my waist and my erection pressing against her hot wet panties and her shirt rasied up above her bare breasts, resting there, her breasts too large and too firm to let the shirt fall back down.

I held her arms down by her head and intentionally thrust my hips and rubbed my cock against her little barely covered pussy until we were dry humping like I used to do in the back seat of the car at the drive in movie when I was a teenager.

Melissa raised her hips to meet my thrusts. We were both getting really carried away. By now my shorts had found their way down far enough that my cockhead was poking out the top of them. I could feel Melissa’s soft skin against my bare cockhead as I continued to dry hump against her panties.

Her pussy was emanating heat and her panties felt wet against my cock. Every time I pushed toward her, my cock found its way further out of my shorts until I was rubbing my bare cock against her wet panties. I was suddenly very glad that I had decided not to wear my underwear today. I left them off because I knew Mitzi and I would be playing around very shortly.

By now I had released her hands and Melissa had them holding onto my hips pulling me closer to her… almost into her. I kissed her softly on the lips, looked her in the eyes and said “If this doesn’t stop right now, it’s not going to stop. Are you ready for that?”

I pulled back and pressed my cockhead against her wet panties right at the opening of her little wet pussy. I pressed harder as if indicating that I would enter her if she agreed. Melissa laughed and said “In your dreams, Old Man!” samsun escort

At that same time she grabbed my ass with both hands and wrapped her legs around my waist and and pulled me to her thrusting her hips up to meet my throbbing cockhead with her final, forcefull, thrusting tease.

What neither of us expected was about to happen.

Just as we thrust against each other, hard, the flimsy fabric of her old worn out panties gave way and they ripped right in the middle and my cock lunged forward and right up to the hilt into her tight young pussy. All in one hard push I was buried balls deep into Melissa’s teenage pussy!

OMG! My cock was balls deep in my girlfriends little sister. I froze. I remained motionless inside of her. I didn’t know what to do. I felt like if I moved one muscle I would cum inside of her. She didn’t move either.

Finally without saying a word I decided to back out slowly so as not to cum. As I was pulling out Melissa clamped down on me with her arms and legs, heels digging into my ass and she shuttered and begged, “No. Don’t. Don’t pull out.” She pulled my face to hers with both hands and yelled “FUCK ME! NOW! HARD!” She sounded just like Mitzi when she said that!

I don’t know how I managed, but I started fucking her and she bucked like a wild animal screaming “YES! YES! YESSSS! OMG! FUCK ME HARDER!”

Time stood still and somehow I managed to keep fucking for about 50 quick strokes. I told her “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I can still pull out. Where do you want it?”

She looked at me with an evil grin and said “As deep as you can fucking get it, Old Man! You wanted to FUCK ME didn’t you? Well then fuck me like a man! FUCK ME DEEP!”

I erupted inside of that beautiful little pussy. It was a wonderful fuck! Melissa’s pussy was much smaller than Mitzi’s. I was surprised that two sisters could have such different pussies when the two girls look so much alike.

The other thing was that Melissa’s pussy tasted so much sweeter than Mitzi’s. Don’t get me wrong, Mitzi’s pussy tastes awesome and just as good as Melissa’s, it’s just that Melissa’s was so sweet and tiny.

Melissa said, “What do you think Mitzi will say about this?”

I almost panicked and asked “Are you going to tell her?”

Melissa replied “Oh hell yeah!’

“some day…”

“but not this day.”

Mitzi was home shortly and I always wondered if she could smell her little sister’s pussy on me when we kissed very soon thereafter.

Hopefully I’ll have time to write about the family affair soon. Sorry…gotta go for now.

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((Authors Note –

Please note that this is Adult Erotic Fiction, so should only be read by those who qualify!

This is the second part of my Stunning Photo-Shoot story. I’d originally planned for it to be the final one, but got a bit carried away (as usual) and it ended up being a bit on the chunky side! So, as I couldn’t bear to delete anything (no wonder I’m not a professional writer!), I’ve now decided that it will be a three parter! I hope that you will bear with me… and with Simon, Sharmi and Lizzie who seem to be having a ball!

As usual, this story will make most sense if read after Part 1, but just as a reminder, here’s a quick précis of events so far…

Simon is working as an intern at a famous fashion magazine as part of his college degree. He’s not particularly happy as it’s not his favourite subject area and his boss, the bitchy Esmeralda, proves to be a totally disorganised tyrant! But then he finds out about a lingerie photo-shoot that’s been arranged with his fantasy pop-star idol, the tempestuous Sharmi, and gets included on the ‘team’. The shoot takes place in a swanky hotel bedroom suite where he gets to see much more of Sharmi than he’d expected, and gets on well with the pop-star’s friend and PA, Lizzie… very well in fact! Sharmi takes a dislike to Esmeralda though, as do many people, but seems taken with the young intern and eventually wraps up the session slightly early and invents an excuse to hang on to him for a while longer…

Comments and scores are always welcome, but anyway, I sincerely hope that you enjoy…

Duke ))

***** Relaxing after the Photo-Shoot *****

When young fashion intern Simon found himself in the swanky hotel corridor it would be fair to say that he felt bemused.

He also felt incredibly aroused!

The young, sandy haired man, wearing casual fawn slacks and a tight roll neck sweater was carrying a couple of empty lingerie boxes and an expression that reflected his mixed up thoughts after the events of the recent photo-shoot in the hotel suite that he’d just left.

There was confusion about how fast things had just developed, concern about what his fashion magazine boss, the fearsome Esmeralda, really thought about him being whisked away by the two gorgeous girls at his side and a strong sense of anticipation, tinged with a little trepidation about what might happen next!

Both the girls had flirted with him outrageously as the photo-shoot had wound down, and he’d already had a totally unexpected sex session with the delectable Lizzie, pop star Sharmi’s efficient PA but how would the famous pop celebrity herself react if she found out? It had felt almost as though she’d kidnapped him from under the nose of the horrible fashion magazine editor, and he wasn’t at all sure whether it was because Sharmi liked him, or whether she wanted to stick two fingers up at Esmerelda, whom she’d clearly taken a strong dislike to!!

The only thing that he was really sure of as he strode down the corridor between them was that things didn’t look like getting any less complicated!

That feeling was reinforced considerably as he felt Sharmi’s hand slide down his back and over his bum cheek, grasping it possessively and giving him a friendly squeeze! She was still only wearing the white terry robe, and some outrageously sexy lilac lingerie underneath, a fact that Simon was uncomfortably aware of having watched her parade around in it just a few minutes before! Not to be outdone Lizzie, who was wearing a more conservative grey top, tight black skirt, matching jazzy black stockings and pixie boots, let her hand follow suit on his other side and took possession of the other one!

All the while, both young women were chatting amicably about the photo-shoot as if nothing was happening and, carrying the boxes in both hands he was unable, and somewhat unwilling anyway, to interfere as the girls sensuously caressed his behind!

“Lucky that you managed to get us a suite on the same floor Lizzie, I don’t think that I could have stood being in the same room as that bitch Esmeralda a minute longer!” laughed Sharmi.

“Nothing ‘lucky’ about it at all, just a bit of forward planning!” responded Lizzie, equally light heartedly, “…it’s amazing what hotel managers will do for me at the mention of your name, and it IS my job to look after you!” she added as they reached another big, ornate door at the end of the corridor and she finally let go of Simon’s bum long enough to pull a cardkey out of her purse and open it.

“Ah ‘Champers’!… Good thinking Lizzie!!” squealed Sharmi delightedly as she spotted a large green bottle, almost submerged in a silver ice-bucket and sitting on a coffee table in the middle of the room. Finally she let go of Simon’s other bum cheek as she headed quickly across to it, diverting around a big three seat sofa, white terry robe flaring out dramatically behind her.

“She’s easily pleased,” whispered Lizzie secretively into Simon’s ear as they followed more sedately behind, her hand back, possessively, mersin escort on his bum again, “…and whatever happens here with Sharmi, don’t forget that I want to see you again later…to talk privately!” she added insistently.

Simon didn’t know what to make of this mysterious message and as they’d arrived at the coffee table where Sharmi had pulled out the bottle, and was examining the label, there was no time to try and clarify.

“Oh, only two glasses!” she exclaimed indicating the tall champagne flutes on the tray next to the silver bucket. This led to an hilarious conversation about sharing or using straws that had both girls exploding with laughter!

Simon was still slightly bewildered but pleased to see how well the two of them got on together, even if Sharmi was technically the ‘boss’. Lizzie was definitely the ‘organiser’ though and was quickly on the phone to reception, the mention of Sharmi’s name ensuring that room service delivered a third glass within minutes!

“Oh, put those things down and grab a glass!” exclaimed Sharmi impatiently as she suddenly realised that Simon was still standing with the empty lingerie boxes, and looking slightly uncomfortable, “… and now that you’re part of ‘OUR’ team, you can join in the celebrations with us!”

There followed an extremely pleasant half an hour or so for Simon. With filled glasses in hand they’d toasted just about everything they could think of, the girls giggling together throughout and Simon finally joining in the fun, making jokes and teasing them too as the effect of the bubbly combined with their infectious presence finally made him relax! By then they’d all sat down together on the sofa, Simon in the middle and, as before, the soft bodies of Sharmi and Lizzie pressing up against him from either side!

By now though he was just enjoying the physical contact, not worrying about it and when Lizzie suggested ordering a second bottle of bubbly he was first to toast the idea! He missed the secret little smile that the two young women gave each other though, and the wink that Sharmi added to it!

They took longer over the second bottle, savouring it now, chatting more casually, telling each other anecdotes, and then both women’s eyes shot up in surprise when he admitted that he’d written a few songs of his own. Normally he’d have kept that very quiet but in their easy company, he’d just blurted it out…and regretted it immediately when Sharmi had jumped up, disappeared into the bedroom and re-appeared with an acoustic guitar!

“No!” he protested.

“YES!!” they’d insisted, laughing at his discomfort before Lizzie added, “Come on Simon…we won’t be critical…”

“Well not too much!” added a smiling Sharmi as she handed him the instrument.

In the end he’d given in and, sitting on a nearby chair, he’d impressed his audience by first checking the tuning by ear and then, shyly, by belting out a quick rocker, before adding a soft, mellow ballad.

Sharmi and Lizzie hadn’t expected to be impressed, they’d been ready to let him down gently, but as he finished, both leaned forward on the sofa and clapped him enthusiastically. Both songs had been surprisingly good, catchy yet moody, and they’d looked at each other in increasing amazement as he’d performed.

“Oh my…” said Sharmi gushingly, “…you’re definitely wasted as a lowly ‘Intern’!”

But it was Lizzie’s look of open admiration that really made him blush! When he’d sat back between them on the sofa, they’d both pushed up even closer and kissed him enthusiastically on the cheek making his heart beat even faster! They’d talked music now and they’d both been impressed with his knowledge, but it was a subject he was totally comfortable with so the time had passed easily.

Unfortunately that time came to an end all too soon.

Sharmi had suddenly, out of nowhere, announced that Lizzie had an appointment to meet someone, so she’d have to go. To Simon, Lizzie hadn’t seemed quite so enthusiastic, and it was only when Sharmi had got up and almost dragged her to the window that she’d reluctantly moved. There’d followed a fairly heated conversation, conducted in whispers so that Simon couldn’t pick up on the words, but it was interspaced by plenty of pointed looks in his direction.

Suddenly he was feeling uncomfortable again!

Eventually, Lizzie had pulled away and picked up her purse and briefcase, given Simon a look that he just couldn’t decipher, but then headed towards the room door.

“And don’t you dare forget to text me!” she called sharply back to Sharmi as she finally left the room.

‘Wow!’, thought a dismayed Simon , ‘What’s happening here?!’ Suddenly the easy banter had become an open battleground!

“Nothing to worry about,” Sharmi said as she came back to the sofa, leaned into him again as she patted his thigh and positively drenched him in her perfume as her hair brushed the side of his face. It was enough to get his blood racing again, and triggered a quick reaction between his muğla escort legs!

***** Sharmi Decides to Tease, but then… *****

But suddenly things were very different!

Instead of the shared fun when both women were there, now there was a more electric atmosphere as Sharmi continued to rub up against him whilst appearing to chat normally! Here he was, alone with the sexy singer at last. A situation he’d only dreamed about before, and the discomfort between his legs intensified dramatically!

Her next words dampened his fantasies a little though.

“Well Simon, it’s a shame, but I suppose that I ought really to let you take these lingerie items back now. That’s what we told that bitch boss of yours after all…” ”

He was just coming to terms with the reality of his situation, and disappointment, when she finally leaned away from him, but instead of heading to the bedroom to change as he’d expected, she wiggled her shoulders and let the loosened rob drop over her shoulders, down her arms to settle at her waist! His eyes immediately widened and dropped to her bosom where her glorious bra-clad boobs had suddenly been uncovered again!

Sharmi had seen his reaction out of the corner of her eye and smiled. She was a bit of a tease by nature, and Simon’s obvious discomfort in her presence was making it easy for her, although she was still feeling distinctly horny after the extended photo-shoot in slinky underwear, so maybe…

.

“Thing is Simon, before you go, I just wanted your opinion on the material that they’ve used on this bra. It’s just sooo, so comfortable…what do you think?”

As she was speaking her hands lifted up to cup her breasts and began to fondle them sensuously as she pretended to check out the thin bra material. It triggered a reaction in her aroused state that set her hidden nipples tingling and was so distinctly unsettling that she took in a quick breath to control herself. A quick glance at Simon conformed that his eyes had never left her bust, his mouth was open and, if anything, his eyes had got even bigger!

Simon was certainly bemused at the way that she was behaving, but the sight of his favourite singer caressing her breasts practically within touching distance led to an even more intense reaction between his legs! And it didn’t subside at all when she reached out, took his hands and placed them onto her beautiful mounds, only partially covered by the lilac half-cup bra so that his fingers encountered a good deal of firm flesh as well!

“See what I mean?” she said matter-of-factly, but at the same time enjoying the sweet sensation of his touch, “…you’ll need to rub the material a bit to get the idea though,” she added as she realised that his hands were frozen in place as the shock of cupping her delicious mounds rippled through his body.

“Like this…” she added as she placed her hands over his own and started to move them around, sucking in a quick breath as her hidden nipples reacted in delight at the renewed attention!

After a short while, breathing more deeply, she released his hands so that they could explore on their own, taking in a longer deeper breath as she dealt with the sudden burst of exciting feelings radiating out from her sensitive boobs. He seemed to have got the message though and it took no time at all for his fingers to explore every square inch of her bra cup and, as if by accident, to begin to edge further onto the taut bare swelling beyond!

Sharmi was in two minds about letting him continue because, truth was, that she was gradually losing control as he got bolder. Both practically and, more complicatedly, emotionally as well. How far was she going to go with him? Teasing was one thing, but the sudden fire that his touch had ignited inside her was leading somewhere else entirely! In the end, after suffering for a few more delicious minutes, she took in a quick breath and called a halt.

“So ‘Young Sir’, what do you think then?” she said finally in a husky tone.

“Oh God, but they feel beautiful…both of them!” he responded eagerly, giving each breast an encouraging little squeeze at the same time.

“I meant the material…” she sighed.

“Oh, yes…that…well… mmmm feels fine to me,” he said disappointedly as she slowly, but firmly removed his hands from her throbbing orbs.

He’d been so lost in the pleasure of caressing her hot tits that he’d not really thought about what he was doing, but now that his senses were returning, he was realising that he’d just effectively assaulted the girl of his fantasies. Okay she’d asked him to do it, but probably not like that, and certainly not for that long! Suddenly the fingers that had been starting to trace over her bare skin felt like they were on fire. He mentally cringed as he finally dragged his eyes off her boobs and back to her face.

Fortunately she was smiling. He finally let out the breath that he’d been holding in for so long.

“Well, that felt nice anyway,” she confirmed, “…oh, and by the nevşehir escort way, could you feel my nipples through the material?”

He couldn’t believe that she’d asked that so casually and just gave a silent nod in reply. He certainly had stumbled over them a few times, and boy had they felt perky!

Sharmi was moving on though and to Simon’s disappointment swivelled on the sofa and turned her back to him. With the robe nestling around her waist, he was left to admire her shapely bare back and did so… lovingly! He loved the way that her curled, auburn hair tumbled down her back, almost to her bra strap, and then the way that her backbone led his eyes downwards until it disappeared under the robe. Her slim waist seemed to accentuate her curves, and the robe just hinted at the way that her sensuous body widened around her buttocks! He found that his throat was dry and swallowed , longing to reach out and slide his hands over her gorgeous , tanned skin. The bulge in his pants wasn’t getting any smaller!

“Come on Simon, get on with it!” Sharmi interrupted his little fantasy a little testily.

“Errr, what…?” he mumbled.

She twisted her head and gave him a sharp look.

“Well, I thought that you were supposed to be responsible for getting my underwear back to the magazine? You can’t expect ME to do it can you? You can start by unfastening my bra and pushing it off!”

When she turned back away from him she was finding it hard to control a fit of giggles!

Simon’s eyes had widened yet again. Was she seriously expecting him to undress her now? Wow, most people would pay for the chance, and her idol had just effectively told him to strip her! And like now – better get on with it before she changes her mind he thought deliriously!

His first task was to ease some of the long strands of auburn hair away from the narrow, lilac bra strap to get at the fastening and she flinched slightly at the touch. He wasn’t going to class himself as an expert in bras, but with two hands it was pretty much a doddle to ease the ends open in the middle of her bare back and let the straps pull apart.

Having released the fastenings, he pulled back and waited. He was expecting her to wiggle her shoulders or something, like women do to shrug off the bra straps, but she didn’t move. Then he remembered her words…’push it off’…what in heaven did that mean?

“Well, don’t stop know,” she added, sounding impatient, but struggling to hold in another fit of giggles, “…we need to avoid stretching the material in the cups, so you’ll need to slide your hands around me, slip them inside the bra cups and push it off… it’s obvious, surely!”

His eyebrows rose. Was she serious? He’d never heard of anything like it… stretchy bra cups? But on the other hand the thought of getting his hands on her boobs again overcame any questions of reason so he let his hands slip inside the loosened bra side band and eased them forward over her smooth skin.

His touch was just what she’d wanted, triggering a delightful electric surge up and down her spine, and she held her breath in anticipation as his fingers slid around her side and towards her tingling breasts.

When his fingertips finally came across the swelling of her golden orbs, he paused for a second, wondering how she would react again, but when she simply sighed contentedly he pressed on quickly, desperate to cup her soft flesh! He made a small pretence of pushing the bra material away, but quickly moved around to capture each of her breasts in his hands, caressing them sensuously!

When his searching fingers found her nipples, she finally let out the breath that she’d been holding in a sharp gasp as her pert nubs suddenly seemed to exploded with warm, electric signals that literally shot around her body. Her head rocked back and she moaned as she felt him shuffle up against her, his head on her shoulder, swamped with her sweet perfume again.

It was about now that she realised that this was definitely going beyond a little gentle teasing. She’d quite liked the rather shy young man from the off, but hadn’t intended anything other than some gentle, or in her case, flamboyant flirting! But now, with her already aroused body positively lighting up at his touch, she knew that she wanted more!!

And more is exactly what she got!

***** Simon Begins to Get the Lingerie Sorted *****

For a good few minutes she let Simon’s hands get busy cupping and caressing her breasts, interspaced with gentle bouts of nipple manipulation between his fingers and thumbs that almost sent her into orbit, and inevitably stoked up the fires kindled and now throbbing heartily between her legs. At first she wanted it to go on forever, but eventually she wanted more, much more of him, more of the excitement building in her body!

He’d murmured into her ear his delight at how fabulous her naked breasts felt in his hands, and after feeling the way that her nipples had reacted to him, getting harder and more erect by the second, he was eager to experiment. When he finally got hold of one between finger and thumb, squeezed hard and pulled at it, she nearly fell off the sofa at the sudden explosion of hot feelings in her bosom! It was only his arms wrapped around her that kept her in place, hanging on dearly as they were to her captured boobs!

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Cassie used two fingers to gently ease apart the slats on the Venetian blind at the window of her first floor office; she peered down to the car park beneath to watch Daniel walk from his car to the factory entrance beneath her. This had now become a daily ritual for her ever since he had started working there two months ago. She stood motionless at the window as if even the slightest sound or movement would alert him to her; she even held her breath so as not to steam up the glass when she exhaled. Cassie watched as he locked his car and started towards the building, Daniel was around 20 years old, a couple of years younger than Cassie, he had cropped mousy brown hair and a slim, athletic build. He had covered almost half of the short distance to the factory entrance when he suddenly looked up towards Cassie’s window, she remained motionless, frozen, if she made the slightest movement now he would surely know that he was being watched. Suddenly a loud voice from behind her asked, ‘See anything you like out there?’

Cassie almost jumped out of her skin and let go of the blind, it hit the window with a dull thud as she quickly spun around. If Daniel hadn’t realised that he was being watched before, he almost certainly did now. Sue, the office accountant stood in the doorway to Cassie’s small office holding 2 cups of coffee with a smirk a mile wide across he face.

‘How long have you been standing there you cow’ asked Cassie.

‘Long enough, I suppose you were watching young Daniel again’

‘Might have been’ replied Cassie in a jokey, matter-of-fact tone, ‘There’s no law against it is there?’

‘There are laws against some of the things I would do with that young man if I was a few years younger myself’ said Sue, grinning. ‘Just stop messing around and get on with it, it’s getting painful to watch you’ she added.

‘It’s not easy you know, I keep dropping hints to him that I like him, but the boy is terminally shy, he practically runs away whenever I come near him’ said Cassie.

‘I think you need to be a little less subtle with him, try to get him on his own, I know he likes you because I’ve heard the guys on the factory floor tease him about it, he just can’t pluck up the courage to ask you out, especially with those dickheads all around him’ said Sue as she set one of the coffee cups down on Cassie’s desk and left her office.

Daniel was a real fish out of water in the factory, he was totally different to all the other workers there, they were all older than him and a lot rougher and he stuck out like a sore thumb amongst them, a genuine rose amongst thorns. He was painfully shy and very quiet and he suffered for it greatly as his brash, unsubtle co-workers constantly teased him. Cassie often wondered how he managed to endure it, day-in day-out. The worst of them was the factory foreman, he could be a real bully if your face didn’t fit and unsurprisingly Daniel’s didn’t, probably something to do with the fact that Daniel was obviously quite an intelligent guy, which to his Neanderthal-like colleagues was almost a crime and the foreman, not being the most academically gifted person ever to walk the earth, obviously felt a little threatened by someone much younger and brighter than he. They would mock almost anything the poor guy said when he tried to join in their half-witted conversations around the table at break time, so most of the time Daniel elected to say nothing and spend his break times alone.

It was mid June and the factory was hotter than hell and time almost seemed to be standing still. Daniel glanced up at the clock on the wall, all morning the hands had been moving painfully slowly around the clock face. Daniel began to wonder if there was a factory somewhere else in the world that manufactured evil clocks to torment workers, clocks that only ran at half the normal speed and stopped dead whenever you looked at them, maybe by some incredibly cruel twist of fate that’s what he was helping to make now, after all, the small, nondescript metal parts that left the engineering works by the ton could be for anything.

Eventually Daniel’s idle thoughts were interrupted by the siren to signal lunch break and he made his way to the wash room as the foreman and his merry men filed past him, out of the factory in the direction of the nearest pub.

It was a beautiful day so Daniel grabbed a chair from the empty canteen and sat out in front of the factory in the sun to eat his lunch, a paperback book giving him an invaluable temporary escape from the misery of his daily drudge. After a short while an ice cream van pulled up opposite kuşadası escort the factory as it did most days and Daniel looked up from his book to see Cassie, the only bright point to his working life, walk past him on her way to get ice creams for the office workers. On seeing Daniel she called out

‘Can I get you one Dan?’

His mouth went dry as it did every time Cassie spoke to him

‘No, I’m fine thanks’ he replied, his voice wavering slightly.

Daniel watched Cassie as she took her place in the queue for the ice cream van; she wore a thin summer dress that clung to her figure, perfectly describing her shape as the gentle summer breeze blew it against her. He continued to watch, as she paid for the ice creams and turned, now silhouetted against the sun as she started back towards him and the office. It was as if he had suddenly acquired x-ray vision as the bright sunlight went through the fabric of the dress leaving just the outline of her slim figure.

He quickly looked back down to his book as she drew closer, savouring the stolen glimpse of her before looking up to meet her gaze as she passed him, smiling. Daniel’s concentration went back to his book but moments later the office door swung open behind him and Cassie appeared with a chair of her own and placed it next to Daniel.

‘What are you reading?’ she asked

‘It’s a collection of short stories’ he replied, looking up from the book ‘mostly sci-fi’ he added, sounding slightly embarrassed.

‘Cool’ said Cassie ‘I love to read but I barely get the time these days’

Daniel watched as she sucked her Popsicle, the heat of the midday sun was already taking its toll on it as Cassie fought to keep up with the sticky rivulets that ran down it onto her hand as they chatted idly.

Daniel soon found that Cassie was very easy to talk to and his usual shyness seemed to desert him as they chatted, He learned that they had much in common and that Cassie’s uncle was the owner of the factory. Time flew past and before too long the short lunch break was over and his brain dead workmates could be seen close by, returning from the pub.

The foreman always seemed slightly disturbed to find Daniel reading, as he often did at break times so he quickly secreted the book in his overalls as they drew closer.

‘Can you come and see me in my office after work Dan?’ asked Cassie as they gathered themselves to return inside the factory.

The foreman was within earshot now and before Dan could reply he pitched in

‘What do you want with him’ with an air of scorn in his voice.

Again, before Daniel could say anything, Cassie replied

‘Not that it’s any of your business, but I need to go over Dan’s bank details for the payroll records’

The foreman just starred, he wasn’t used to people being short with him and he didn’t know how to react, Cassie was the niece of his boss and he just wasn’t equipped with the communication skills and mental agility to form a reply to her.

‘Will that be OK with you, if Dan can spare me 10 minutes of his own time after work’ enquired Cassie; her tone was as if she was speaking to a child.

‘Yes, do what you want’ replied the foreman, clearly fazed.

‘Twat’ muttered Cassie, quietly, but loud enough for him to hear she hoped, as he walked swiftly away.

If the morning had dragged by for Daniel then the afternoon seemed practically fossilised. All afternoon the foreman had given him the crappiest and most pointless jobs his limited intelligence could devise, but Daniel took it all in his stride, replaying the exchange over and over again in his head. He couldn’t help thinking about seeing Cassie at the end of the day; his stomach tied itself in knots every time he thought about her (which was pretty much constantly that afternoon). Eventually the five O-clock siren sounded and the workforce made it’s way to the washrooms with newfound enthusiasm. Daniel quickly washed the oil and grease from his hands and made his way up to Cassie’s office, passing the other office staff on the stairs and wishing them good night as they departed for home.

Daniel tapped gently on Cassie’s office door as he slowly pushed it open. She looked up from her desk and her face lit up when she saw Daniel enter the room.

‘Hi Dan’ she said as she stood from her desk and walked around to the front of it, where he was standing.

‘Hi’ he replied ‘you need me to look at something?’

‘Yes please’ replied Cass, sitting down on the edge of the desk in front of him.

Daniel kocaeli escort noticed that she had undone the first two buttons that ran down the length of the front of her summer dress, and as she sat speaking to him she was absently fingering the next button down as if she meant to undo it too. Cassie had positioned the portable air conditioner in the corner of the office to blow directly at the desk, Daniel couldn’t help noticing as the thin materiel of he dress was blown against her breasts, the cool air causing her nipples to stand out prominently as the material flapped against them.

‘Come closer Dan, I won’t bite’

He took a couple of steps closer to her just as footsteps could be heard climbing the office stairs.

‘No prizes for guessing who that is’ said Cassie with disdain, rolling her eyes back.

Moments later the foreman appeared in the doorway. Cassie ignored him at first as she grabbed two sheets of paper from the tray on her desk.

‘Check over all the details on these sheets please Dan, and if they are correct will you sign the bottom’ She said, smiling at Daniel before turning her attention to the Foreman.

‘Can I help you’ She enquired.

‘Are you two going to be long’ he asked in a surly tone, ‘I need to lock up’

‘I’m quite capable of doing that myself, I have my keys with me so you get yourself home’

Daniel had his back to him the whole time but he could almost fell the foreman’s gaze cutting into him as he glared at them both from the doorway. The air conditioner cut out with a throaty rattle, emphasising the silent pause all the more. After what seemed like forever the foreman gave a resigned grunt, turned on his heel and stomped back down the stairs, mumbling to himself all the way to the bottom.

Cassie went to the window and watched him get in his car and pull away with an angry screech of his tyres, leaving them alone in the factory. Daniel continued to study the paperwork in front of him, naively wondering why there seemed to be nothing relevant to him on it, they were just a couple of old sales reports. Cassie walked from the window and perched herself on the desk alongside Daniel, as he looked up at her she pulled the paperwork away from him and returned it to the tray.

‘That wasn’t what I wanted you to see’ she whispered.

Daniel took a step back from the desk and looked at Cassie, she began to slowly undo the remaining buttons on the front of the dress, one by one, all the time maintaining eye contact with Daniel. When the last button was undone Daniel stepped forwards and slipped his hands inside the thin fabric, parting it so that it slid silently from her shoulders as their lips met. Cassie’s tongue probed Daniels mouth as they kissed hungrily, she slipped her arms from the short sleeves of the dress and placed a hand on the back of his head, giving a muffled moan of pleasure as his hands found her bare breasts. Daniel felt Cassie’s skin turn to gooseflesh as he gently squeezed and stroked, he could feel her nipples harden against his palms. Cassie broke off the kiss and leaned back on her elbows, pushing Daniel’s head downwards until his lips found her rosy pink nipples, she moaned and shuddered in ecstasy as Daniel sucked and nibbled each one in turn, he would tease her by slowly circling the bumpy areola then lightly flick each nipple with the tip of his tongue, it soon became too much, she didn’t want to come like this so she reluctantly pushed him away. Cassie then reached forwards, grabbed the bottom of Daniels T-shirt and pulled it up over his head, his arms dropped back to his sides and he stood for a second or two taking in the sight of her body, he could see his oily black finger marks all around her small but firm breasts, they glistened with his saliva and he could see where it ran down her chest and tummy in little rivulets. She was now almost naked, the dress was spread out flat beneath her on the desk and all she had left on was a tiny pair of white panties. Daniel reached forward and placed a hand on each of her thighs and hooked his thumbs under the gossamer thin sides of her briefs and began to slowly pull them down. Cassie lifted herself up slightly as they slid from her, revealing a small tousle of wispy blond hair above her shaven pussy. Cassie sat up and began to undo Daniels belt, she could see his hardness pressing against his trousers as she slowly unbuttoned him. She let the jeans drop to the floor and pulled down his boxers, allowing his stiff cock to spring free. She took his hard cock in her hand, gripping it softly she pulled konya escort him towards her, spreading her legs in anticipation as his hands slid down behind her and pulled her to the edge of the desk. Cassie desperately wanted to see his thick, hard cock slide inside her pussy but she withheld the urge to push it inside her, instead she gripped it with her slender fingers and held it so that the tip of his cock was pressed into the soft flesh of her pussy lips and she began to stroke it, moving it around in a circular motion so that it rubbed against the fleshy nub of her clitoris. Daniel enjoyed the warm, wet sensation on the tip of his cock as Cassie pressed it against her; she went slowly at first gradually building up speed and applying more pressure. It was becoming too much for Daniel and it took all he had to stop himself coming and he had to steal himself away from the delicious sight of Cassie pleasuring herself with his stiff prick. He could see now that she was flushed all over and a thin sheen of perspiration glistened on her naked body, he enjoyed watching the expressions on her face and the little grunting and moaning noises she was making, completely lost in ecstasy as she ground his cock against her clit. His pre-cum and her own juices had made it slick and he could hear a wet slurping sound as she moved the head of his prick around and around against her slippery clit. Eventually he could hold back no more and cried out, Cassie felt his cock twitch as his hot come gushed out, they both looked down to see it spurt out against her engorged pussy lips, a second wave shot forth against Cassie’s tummy, oozing down into the tangle of her pubic hair.

They both remained silent for a while, Daniel rested his head against Cassie’s shoulder, her hand kept wrapped around his cock while it’s twitching and pumping gradually subsided. Eventually he lifted his head and placed a kiss on Cassie’s forehead, she looked up at him and smiled gently before softly kissing his lips.

Cassie stood up from the desk and wheeled her chair around to where Daniel stood and gestured to him to sit down. She kneeled down in front of him and removed the rest of his clothing from where it was tangled at the bottom of his legs and turned her attention to his now semi hard cock. Cassie softly gripped him in her right hand and bent forward, putting it to her lips. She began to slowly circle the end of his cock with her tongue, enjoying the taste of herself as well as his seed. Daniel moaned with pleasure and she could feel him getting harder again in her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down, gradually taking in more and more of him. Her free found its way down to the folds of her pussy, she could feel his cum on her belly and matted in her pubic hair, but most of it had ended up on her pussy lips making it feel slick and slippery as she pressed a finger tip to her clitoris, moving it around in circles.

Cassie would have been happy to continue until Daniel came in her mouth, but this time she wanted him inside her, She was close to coming again so she moved her other hand away from her clit and placed it in Daniel’s lap as she continued sucking his now fully hard cock. Daniel reached down and took her hand, raised it to his mouth and sucked her fingers. Cassie stopped sucking him, pulled away from him and standing, she took two steps towards the desk. Daniel followed and as he neared Cassie she turned her back to him, resting her hands on the edge of the desk with her legs slightly apart. He came up behind her and began to kiss the back of her neck, his hard cock resting in the cleft of her buttocks as he reached around and took her breasts in his hands.

Cassie leaned forwards until Daniel could no longer reach her breasts, she swept everything from the surface of the desk with one swift motion and lay forward on it, her breasts pressed against it’s cool surface, her arms stretched out across the desk gripping the far edge.

‘Fuck me hard Dan’

He needed no further prompting; Cassie purred as he slid his hard cock into her wet pussy, he gripped her buttocks tightly as he rhythmically thrust it into her.

‘Harder’ Cassie cried out.

Daniel began to thrust harder and harder, the desk shaking with his efforts, he worried that he might be hurting Cassie but she screamed for him to go faster still, until eventually he felt her start to shudder and the slippery walls of her pussy spasm and constrict around is cock as he too came, her whole body was wracked by a powerful orgasm as he pumped her full of his hot semen.

Daniel watched Cassie as he slowly dressed, she had barely moved, still laying across her desk, her hair was matted and sweaty, stuck to her forehead. Her skin was flushed red and she had a big stupid grin on her face. Daniel walked around to her side of the desk and placed a kiss on her forehead and quietly slipped out of the office.

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It was Saturday night and Charles was away on business and would be until Monday. And the kids were visiting their grandparents on their farm. This was her second day all to herself so Barbara figured, what the hell, she was going out for a night on the town. She had been eating healthy and exercising regularly and was feeling particularly confident. She knew Charles wouldn’t have an issue with her having a little fun. There was a new club called Sweet Water that she wanted to check out.

She took extra care bathing, put on her favorite sundress and headed out for a night of country and western dancing. Something Charles would never do with her.

Barbara got there fairly early so decided to start out with a drink to loosen up her inhibitions. Because she’d seen it in a TV show, she ordered a Jack and coke, grabbed a stool and sat down to drink it.

Not much of a drinker by the time her drink was about half finished, Barbara started to feel its effects, enjoying that slight buzz. She started to really feel the club’s music pulsing around her. She quickly finished the rest of her drink and headed out to the dance floor to start her fun night out on the town.

Barbara slipped into a group of people line dancing and let her body start to move in rhythm with the music. Something she so rarely did since high school. it surprised her to remember how much fun dancing could be.

When she started, she’d just found a large group of men and women and joined in, but it didn’t take long for Barbara to pair off with an individual men. It brought a new level of enjoyment as she and her partner subtly took cues from each other and change their styles so that they started to play off each other.

Each new partner she switched off too brought a different style and Barbara was enjoying not only the merging of different styles but also enjoyed learning new dance moves. After a solid forty five minutes on the dance floor, Barbara was getting a little tired and needed a small break. She slipped off the dance floor, ordered another Jack and coke and went to sit down and recuperate.

Barbara had almost finished her second drink and had a nice buzz going. She was getting up to head back out on the dance floor when one of the men she’d been dancing with walked up to her. “Can I buy you another drink?” he asked.

Barbara chuckled internally for a moment. She’d seen this maneuver on TV and the movies all the time but had never experienced it personally. “Sure. Thanks,” she finally replied.

“Great. I’m Reese. You’ve got some nice moves lady,” he said.

Reese was good looking. Rugged physic, toned muscles, about just over six feet tall, black wavy hair and cobalt blue eyes. He looked to be a couple of years older than Barbara’s thirty three.

“I’m Barbara and thanks. You’re not bad yourself,” Barbara replied, connecting Reese with the moments she shared with him on the dance floor a little earlier.

The drinks arrived and Barbara and Reese enjoyed a little friendly banter while they drank. The third drink had come a little earlier than Barbara had planned and so the intensity of the euphoria Barbara started to experience wasn’t anticipated. She wanted to get back out and dance some more. Thankfully, Reese must have been thinking the same thing.

“How about we get back out on the floor? We can try out some new moves.” he said.

“Let’s go,” sang out Barbara excitedly.

Hand on the small of her back to guide her, they headed back to the dance floor. In his arms Barbara let the music take them again. The freeing effects of the alcohol allowed Barbara to let go more than she normally would. She and Reese started to dance closer, occasionally getting right up against each other. On some really up tempo, funky beats, she even went so far as to playfully grind and twerk on Reese, pressing her ass so tightly into his groin that she could feel his bulge pressing into her. She was having a great time and he appeared to be also. Although, it hadn’t seemed it, before long another hour had passed and Barbara needed a break again. She let Reese know and they went to find a table to cool down.

“Buy you another drink, Barbara?”

“Thanks,” she replied, “But I’ll just have a water.”

Reese flagged down a cute little waitress in a short skirt and a tube top and ordered her a water and another drink for himself.

“I haven’t had this much fun in years,” Barbara exclaimed excitedly once the drinks had been ordered. “You were great out there. My husband has two left feet so I’m not used to guys being able to dance so well.”

“Thanks”, replied Reese. “I like to get out every now and then. It’s the best place to meet fun, energetic and beautiful women like you.”

“Are you trying to pick me up?” Barbara asked coyly, “If you are it’s working,” she joked.

“Good,” he chuckled with a wink. Then they started talking again. They covered the usual getting to know you topics like background, interests and dreams. They joked and laughed and gradually started interjecting sexual innuendo.

“How would you kahramanmaraş escort like to get out of here?” Reese suddenly asked.

Barbara felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline cut through her foggy alcohol induced buzz. “What did you have in mind?” she asked.

“How about my place?” he asked cautiously. “I don’t live far.”

Barbara took a moment to weigh the ramifications. Since meeting Reese she’d understood that this was a possibility, but didn’t think it was a serious one. Now, suddenly, reality was presenting itself clearly to her.

Reese must have mistaken her pause for apprehension. “I promise, I’ll treat you with all of the respect and attention that a woman like you deserves,” he quickly added.

Finally making up her mind, Barbara replied, “Sounds good.”

Outside Reese quickly hailed a cab the club. Giving the cab driver his address Reese settled back in the seat next to Barbara. Then he put his arm around her shoulder and draw her close. Barbara gladly accepted the gesture and leaned into him, resting her head up against his shoulder. Even after all of that dancing he smelled good and felt even better. The inside of her legs started to tingle as she thought about what she was doing. She tilted her head up to look at him and Reese smiled as he looked back.

Drawing her closer he lowered his lips to meet hers. The touch of a strange man’s lips against hers electrified her senses and she quickly reciprocated and opened her mouth wider to match the movements of his lips. Their lips met and ignited their bodies in flames. Their lips and tongues danced to each other’s passions as Reese reached his other arm around Barbara and started lightly caressing her back.

Barbara was so caught up in the attention she was receiving from Reese that it came as a surprise to her when they arrived at Reese’s home.

Reese paid the cabby and reached out for Barbara’s waist as the cab drove away. With his hand possessively on her hip, he led Barbara to the front door.

“Are you still ok with this?” Reese asked as he paused to unlock the front door.

“Open the door,” Barbara replied as she moved close to kiss him again.

Opening the door, they walked inside. Reese’s house was very nice and clean. His furnishings showed that he not only had good taste but had some money as well.

“Make yourself comfortable, while I get us something to drink,” Reese said. “Water?”

Though she could still feel the buzz from the alcohol she’d had earlier, the effects had definitely subsided so she felt she could handle a little bit more. “I’ll have a glass of white wine if you have any,” she said.

“Excellent,” he said.

As she watched him go into the kitchen she sat on his couch. She heard him rummage through his drawers, pop the cork on the wine and pour the glasses. He returned a short while later and offered Barbara her glass. “To an exciting evening,” he said as he offered his glass.

“To an exciting evening,” she returned as they touched glasses and drank.

Afterward, they placed their glasses on the table and turned toward each other. Reese reached out and caressed Barbara’s face. “You really are very beautiful,” he said.

Barbara blushed. She was out of practice responding to compliments from any men but her husband Charles. And they’d gotten few and far between from him.

“Thank you,” she managed to get out as she reached out to touch his chest.

Reese pulled her close again and they picked up where they’d left off in the cab. Only now they were freer with their hands. As they kissed they caressed each other’s bodies with an occasional hand making its way to Barbara’s breasts and ass. This continued for some time with Barbara’s excitement growing with each moment.

“I’ll be right back,” Reese said the bulge in his pants clearly showing his arousal. He headed off down the hallway. Barbara sipped at her wine and tried to steady her nerves as she listened to the rustling coming from down the hall. When Reese eventually returned, he walked up in front of her and extended his hand to help Barbara up off the couch. Barbara met his hand allowed him to help her up. He led her back to his bedroom and then led her forward to allow her to enter before him.

The room was beautifully laid out to set up the proper mood. Candles lit the room from strategic locations around the room. Low elevator music played in the background and a king sized bed sat in the middle of the far wall.

“Nice touch,” Barbara observed.

“Thank you. I told you I intend to treat you right.”

Reese led Barbara over to the bed. He embraced her again and started kissing her. As he did, he reached down, cupped her butt checks and pulled her tight against him. Barbara moaned her approval. Reese slowly turned her around and moved his hands up to the top of her dress and started fumbling for the zipper. Barbara moved her hair aside to aid him and he quickly found it and slowly unzipped her dress.

He started kissing the now exposed nape of her neck as he kastamonu escort slid the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders. Barbara moaned as the goosebumps spread from the nape of her neck to the rest of her body at the same time her dress slide off her hips and fell to the floor.

Barbara felt Reese back away slightly as he pulled off his own shirt, then moved back in. Barbara felt the heat from his chest up against her back.

Wrapping his arms around the front of her, Reese embraced her tightly as he went back to kissing her neck. As waves of pleasure wash over her, Barbara felt his hands moving down her stomach. They reached her panty line, slid under the waistband and continued toward her soaking and burning pussy. She felt his middle finger slide down into her slit and part her lips.

With a low moan, she spread her legs slightly to allow him better access and turned her head back to kiss him passionately. As his finger slid over her clit, pleasure erupted from between her legs and she opened her mouth more, as if trying to mimic how badly she wanted her other lips to open up and let Reese in.

She felt every millimeter of Reese’s finger as it pushed into her vaginal opening. As it slipped inside her Barbara couldn’t take it anymore. She turned to face him. With his finger still firmly working its magic between her thighs, Barbara reached down and unbuckled his Levis. Once unzipped, Reese’s Levis joined her dress on the floor.

Barbara tried to get a peek at what Reese was packing, but was unable to because as soon as his levis dropped, Reese removed his hand from Barbara’s panties grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him. Their kiss grew more passionate as their bodies came together and although she didn’t get a chance to see it, she now felt his rock hard cock pressed up against her lower abdomen.

Reese continued to kiss her, but his hands moved up from her ass and found the clasp on her bra. He quickly unclasped it, pulled the cups free and let it slide down her arms and drop to the floor. Just as quickly, he pulled her back into a tight passionate embrace. An intense sense of sensuality exploded from her hard nipples as they came into contact with Reese’s warm chest. Barbara reached down and grabbed Reese’s ass and pulled it tightly into her so she could better feel his cock pressed into her.

Reese broke their kiss and started working his mouth down her neck. Barbara tilted her head to give him all the access he needed and relaxed as the ecstasy wash over her.

He continued to work down and was quickly approaching one of her nipples that was so hard that it was essentially reaching out to Reese’s mouth, asking to be attended to. Barbara tilted her head back and arched her back, willing her nipple into his mouth. When the moment came her nipple exploded with ecstasy which radiated down between her legs. She could feel her pussy moisten with the waves of sensuality that pulsed through her body.

Reese was almost kneeling before her as he attended to her breasts, alternately kissing around and then swallowing each nipple. He took this opportunity to hook his thumbs in the waistband and release her wanton pussy from its confinement. She was definitely soaking wet because she could feel the coolness of the air in the room when it interacted with the juices soaking her pussy.

Reese started to get back up, working up from Barbara’s breasts, to her neck and back toward her lips. As he moved back, Barbara once again felt his finger spilt her lips in a feeling that was more natural now that her pussy wasn’t constrained. Her slit seemingly engulfed his finger and the wetness guided his finger straight to her clit and vaginal canal as he moved his finger alternatively between the two. But before he could stand up fully, Barbara reached down and returned his gesture from earlier by pulling Reese’s waistband out and over his hard cock and then pulling down until his underwear fell to the floor.

As waves of excitement built between Barbara’s legs from Reese’s manipulation, she reached out and grabbed his cock and started returning the favor. Reese moaned, “Uuuuuuugh,” as her hand wrapped around him and started working up and down the shaft.

Barbara still couldn’t see his equipment, but was easily able to assess it size by handling it. It was nice and large, probably a couple of inches longer than Charles’s and noticeably thicker with a spongy bulbous head. She liked large headed cocks and took some extra time on her next pass over it to play with it, paying particular attention to the extra sensitive part just beneath the opening where the two lobes come together. Reese’s moans indicated that he appreciated her attention.

After a couple of minutes in which their passions were allowed to build between them, they released each other, pulled into another tight, passionate embrace and started kissing and feeling each other’s bodies with vigor.

Barbara could feel the head of Reese’s cock pressed firmly into her lower abdomen and felt the hard shaft just outside kayseri escort the reach of her wet and desirous slit.

The sexual tension was palpable between them, they started rocking in unison as they continued to connect at their lips. The slight rocking allowed them to move slowly across the room until Barbara felt her back up against the wall. With nowhere left to go, Reese pressed into her further. Barbara wanted him with an excited passion that she hadn’t felt in years. Almost instinctually she lifted her right leg and wrapped it around the back of Reese’s upper thigh. It had the effect of tilting her crotch enough that she could now feel Reese’s shaft press between her soaking lips and desire erupted from within her.

Reese picked up on her cue almost instantaneously. He worked his right hand down between them and pushed down on his cock. Barbara could feel the head sliding down her belly until it reached the gap between her legs. Then her slit was straddling the back side of his cock which was so long that she could feel the head against her ass-hole. Reese’s other hand came down to grab her butt check and lend her support.

“I want you so bad,” Barbara moaned, her voice a mix between demanding and pleading.

In answer, Reese drew back his hips. Barbara felt the head drag across her ass, across her taint and the shaft glide through her slit until finally the big bulbous head of his cock found her vaginal opening.

As it arrived, the head angled up from the natural shape of Reese’s erection and position itself exactly where it needed to be.

Barbara moved both of her hands around to either side of Reese’s face, pulled slightly, opening her mouth wide and kissing him deeply and passionately to let him know she was ready.

As she did, Reese’s hips stopped moving back and started moving forward. There was no misdirection as his cock moved forward directly into Barbara.

She felt her lips spreading to accommodate the girth of his head and let out fulfilled sigh as she felt Reese continue to move into her. Exhilaration, passion, desire, fulfillment, ecstasy…there was no one word to describe how good it felt to feel Reese’s cock sliding into and along the walls of her pussy.

The sensation of fullness, heat and snugness that penetrated her soul was incredible. Reese’s mouth moved past her ear, on its way to her neck as he let out his own pleasured moan that lasted the entire initial thrust until he came to a full stop, his shaft buried deep, surrounded completely by Barbara’s tight, wet pussy.

She could feel his pubic hairs brush up against her clit as their crotches came together.

Sighing, Barbara took pause to appreciate the complete contentment of her stretched and completely filled pussy. It didn’t last long. Her senses exploded again as Reese started to withdraw, sexual electricity emanating from the friction it created with her pussy walls.

Reese worked his mouth down to her breasts again as he slowly moved his thick cock in and out of Barbara.

He was good, making sure to take long deep strokes allowing Barbara to feel the full length and girth of his massive cock. While the strongest pleasure emanated from between her legs, Barbara’s senses were inundated with pleasured pulses from all over her body as Reese caressed and groped her ass with his hands and played with her breasts, neck and mouth with his own.

They started to lose their individual identities as they merged together in this wondrous act they were sharing.

Reese started to quicken his pace just a little as the passion overtook them both. He worked his other hand down around her other butt cheek and lifted. As if speaking some shared language, Barbara allowed him to bear her weight and wrapped her second leg around his upper thigh. Not only was this act emotionally stimulating, it produced the physical effect of spreading her pussy wider.

Reese plunged into her even deeper than before and touched her in places where she’d never been touched. With her clit now exposed to him, his body would brush up and along it briefly every time they came together. This only acted to intensify her already overloaded senses. They both groaned and whispered encouragement in each other’s ears as they fucked. Barbara relished every sensation that Reese was bestowing on her.

Reese started to slow and eventually allowed her leg’s to regain their footing, while still fucking her slowly and attentively.

Once down, he withdrew from her, his cock now glistening with the juices it had earned from Barbara’s pussy.

He moved her toward the bed and sat her on the edge. He kissed her as he slowly knelt down between her legs. Once there, he unlocked his lips from hers and began working his way down her body. Barbara placed her hands on the top of his head as he worked his way down, past her breasts.

She laid down in anticipation as he continued down her belly, to her inner thigh. Her pussy burned in anticipation, but didn’t have to wait long. Then Reese did something that Charles had never done to her during their whole marriage. Reese moved in quickly, spread her lips apart and flicked his tongue across her clit. Barbara squirmed and tossed her head wildly, her senses exploding again from their brief respite as she felt the friction from his rough tongue spreading her lips wide and gliding along the length of her pussy.

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Chapter 12 — Competition

The next morning was quiet at the house. We all got ready with very little being said. Penny drove herself to the office we were in the process of vacating while I rode over with Vivian. We arrived to find that everyone was waiting on us.

Vivian and I made our way into the conference where Emma, Leslie, Penny, Nikki and Brooke were all seated and ready. I took an open seat on the left of the big table next to Penny and Vivian sat on the other side of me. No greetings or pleasantries were exchanged; we simply waited for Emma to speak.

“A courier came to my house last night,” Emma began, with the rest of us hanging on every word. “He delivered a note and this.”

She held up a silver disk. She opened the note and read it aloud.

“Happy Viewing, Sienna.”

Emma handed the disk to Penny who got up and put it into the DVD player on the shelf. Penny turned on the flat panel television hanging on the wall and started the disk.

Sienna came onto the screen, in what appeared to be her bedroom. She was wearing a white button-down blouse that was not buttoned. She had on a lace black bra and matching panties. She stared directly into the camera and spoke.

“Hello Miss Emma,” Sienna began. “Have you missed me, doll? I know your boytoy has. I am out now and it’s time for some changes. I am going to honor our agreement but I wanted you to be the first to know that you are not the only power player with sexual game anymore. I have started a game of my own and have some real quality players. I did my research on your team and I am continuing to put together a team I think will be highly competitive. I have made legitimate deals with them and have not violated our agreement, so fair is fair.”

She stopped speaking and moved out of the view of the camera. It panned to her bed showing a woman laying on her back and getting fucked hard. The man’s body was barely visible but the camera zoomed in on the face of the woman. There were several gasps in the conference room when we all realized that the woman getting fucked was Lisa, Brooke and Leslie’s sister. I was shocked.

The video continued as another woman came into view. She had short, curly red hair and a nice body. She moved to the bed quickly and squatted over Lisa’s face. Her hair covered her face until Lisa began licking her pussy and she shifted her hair.

“NO!!!!” Nikki cried out as tears began to pour down her face.

It was Monica on the screen, getting her box eaten by Lisa.

“Motherfucker,” Brooke exclaimed.

Penny stood from her chair and walked around the table to where Nikki was seated. She hugged her and held her tightly.

“Nicholette,” I said, “we will figure this out and do our best to fix it.”

Nikki nodded her head through her tears and sat back down. As Penny sat back down, Sienna came back into view on the screen.

“I have played fair in setting up my game,” Sienna declared. “I have legitimate agreements with my players and I am interested in adding a few more that are currently free-agents. I have even taken some steps towards landing a major player who is currently on the market.”

Sienna stepped out of frame and allowed the bed to come back into focus. Monica was now on all fours getting fucked from behind by the mystery man. Lisa was underneath her and licking her pussy as the man entered and exited her. The camera approached the bed slowly and the man’s face started to become more clearly visible.

“I’m gonna fucking kill that little shit,” Leslie yelled.

Brad’s face had come into full view on the screen in front of us. I looked to Nikki, who had stopped crying but looked broken. I looked away and turned my attention back to the screen.

“MELINDA,” Brooke screamed. “She is targeting Mindy!”

“Fuck,” Penny shrieked.

Penny looked at Leslie and then at Emma. They both nodded as Emma stopped the video on the screen. Penny grabbed the phone in the middle of the table and passed it Leslie. Leslie put it on speaker and dialed quickly. The phone rang only once before it was answered.

“Hello,” a cheerful young voice said.

“Mindy, it’s Aunt Leslie,” Leslie announced. “Honey, I am here with everyone.”

“Everyone, wow, to what do I owe the honor,” Mindy giggled.

“Mindy, it’s Penny,” Penny took over. “We have discussed it and after the way you handled the lesson that Brooke and Leslie taught you, we are ready to make you a full time player in the game.”

“Well, it took you long enough,” Mindy scoffed. “I have another offer I am currently weighing.”

“Melinda,” Brooke yelled. “Stop being a little shit and just say yes already.”

“Is she allowed to talk to me like that,” Mindy asked condescendingly.

“Mindy, it’s Emma, tell us, who is the other offer from,” Emma asked in a very soft but serious tone.

“It’s from Brad,” Mindy admitted shyly. “To join a game similar to yours that he is now a part of.”

“Mindy, that offer isn’t from Brad, sweetie,” Emma informed her.

“Then who kütahya escort is it from,” Mindy questioned with a very unbelieving tone in her voice.

“The woman running the game that Brad is now a part of,” Emma revealed. “She is doing everything in her power to try to hurt the people in this room right now. Getting you into her game is just another piece of her plan. We would all rather you joined us, where we can keep you safe.”

“But it’s Brad,” Mindy rebutted. “He would never let anyone hurt me.”

“I hate to tell you this, but Brad doesn’t care about you, sweetie,” Emma stated. “He is only doing what he is told.”

“That’s bullshit,” Mindy said angrily.

“Mindy, it’s Nikki,” Nikki chimed in, pain still filling her voice. “I just watched a video of Brad fucking your mom and the woman I love most in this world at the same time. Don’t put anyone else here in the kind of pain I am in. Please.”

“Everyone seems to be in agreement,” Mindy surmised softly, trying to hide her complete shock at what she had just heard about Brad. “What does he think?”

“Melinda, sweetheart,” I began, “you belong with us. You and I both know that you have want to be part of this game for a while, not only because you thought you were not allow in, but also because you knew it was a safe place to be. Our game is where you can enjoy the perks of a situation built on the right reasons and not the wrong ones. We will keep you safe, just like we keep each other safe now.”

There was no response. We all stared at each other around the table as we waited. The silence was deafening, but the looks I was receiving told me that I had said the right things.

“Are you there,” Leslie asked.

“Yes,” Mindy responded, not more calculated. “It seems like I have all the leverage here.”

“Actually, you very much do,” Emma confirmed without relinquishing her position.

“I don’t want to see any of you hurt,” Mindy admitted. “But I have a tough time telling Brad no. He’s got a spell over me. When I see him on campus, I freeze, every time.”

“What if I tell him no for you,” I offered.

“I have a better idea,” Penny interrupted me. “Why don’t we give you a signing bonus?”

“A signing bonus,” Mindy repeated, sounding very much intrigued. “What would it be?”

The eyes in the conference room were all on Penny. She was shifting on the fly to get this done. I loved the way she just took hold of things. Damn she was adorable.

“What are your plans for tonight,” Penny asked her.

“It’s Friday night,” Mindy stated. “I am going to a frat party.”

“What if I sent him to accompany you for the evening,” Penny offered. “Anything goes.”

“Anything goes,” Mindy repeated loudly, seemingly very surprised by that statement.

“That way Brad will get the message,” Penny said.

“Anything goes,” Mindy said again. “So if I want him to fuck me in front of everyone at that party, he will?”

“That would certainly send Brad a clear message,” I said.

“Anything means anything,” Penny confirmed.

“Awesome,” Mindy exclaimed. “If that is your offer, then I am would love to be part of your game.”

“Mindy, I need you to understand some things,” Emma said. “First, I need you to send me an acceptance email stating that you will be joining our game, just for record keeping purposes. We need to keep things clear between us and Sienna. Second, just because you are getting this bonus, does not mean you are exempt from the rest of the rules of our game. I need you to be clear on that.”

“Ok, I will send the confirmation as soon as I get off the phone,” Mindy agreed. “I also understand that I will be a player in the game, as the rest of you are and that the rules do apply to me too. I really have wanted to be a part of this for a while. Thank you. What time should I expect him?”

“What time is the party,” I asked.

“8.”

“Then expect me at 8,” I stated. “We will make a grand entrance together.”

“See you tonight,” Mindy said lustily as she hung up the phone.

Everyone sat back in their chairs and took a deep breath. We looked at each other in short, shy glances. This was a long way from over. Sienna had made a mess of things.

“Ok, we have some work to do,” Emma declared, staring at Penny.

“We need to know what her deals are with her people,” Penny stated. “Nikki can you call Monica and have her join us for a meeting?”

Nikki nodded and stood from her chair. She left the conference room without a word.

“Mindy is with us,” I revisited. “Is there anyone else we should think of trying to protect?”

“Not that I can think of,” Emma admitted. “But, this bitch is on my last nerve.”

I had not seen Emma with that much fire in her eyes in long time. She was extremely pissed off at the entire situation. While I was watching Emma, the phone in the conference room began to ring. Nikki came through the door and put the phone on speaker.

“Monica, you are on the box with everyone,” Nikki manisa escort said very coldly.

“Hello everyone,” Monica greeted us with her charming Australian accent.

“Monica, this is Penny,” Penny announced herself. “What the hell is going on?”

“What do you mean,” Monica asked, seemingly taken back by Penny’s position.

Penny looked at Nikki, who was shaking her head in her hands. I knew she was crying again.

“I’m sorry, I thought Nikki had informed you of what was happening here today,” Penny continued.

“No, she didn’t say anything to me about the office,” Monica admitted.

“Well, we got a video sent to us,” Penny disclosed. “Sienna Deville wanted to get our attention and she certainly did just that.”

There was no response from the other end of the phone. We waited, without pressure or anxiety. We waited.

“Nikki, I am so sorry,” Monica finally said, through half audible sobs.

“What happened,” Nikki asked.

“She painted a picture of a different kind of game,” Monica answered. “I can’t get into details, but she doesn’t play nice. It’s not the same as your game.”

“Monica, why don’t you just stop playing her game,” I asked.

“I wish it was that simple,” Monica countered. “She has, well, leverage.”

“We’re not going to put you in a position where you are uncomfortable or scared,” Penny announced. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to all of us.”

“You’re welcome,” Monica replied, “and I’m sorry.”

We all heard the line disconnect and there was silence again. Emma stood from her chair and left the room. No one else moved or spoke, we just continued to glance around at each other. Sienna had really rocked our world today. There was an air of concern that surrounded all of us.

Emma returned with her palm pilot in her hand. She was doing something on it when she sat down again. She pulled the phone to her and began dialing out on the speaker. The line rang and was quickly answered.

“Hello,” a distinct voice greeted us.

“Sienna, it’s Emma Cartwright,” Emma stated.

“Hello Miss Emma,” Sienna replied. “I had a feeling I would be hearing from you.”

No one else in the room was making a sound now. Our eyes and ears were focused on the phone box.

“We need to talk, face to face,” Emma suggested.

“I agree,” Sienna concurred. “How about Monday morning?”

“That would be fine,” Emma agreed. “What time should we expect you?”

“Oh no, darling, you misunderstood,” Sienna said. “We will meet and talk, but on my terms. You will come to my house; I will have Bradley email you directions. Be there at 10am sharp. I have a busy day.”

“We will see you on Monday then,” Emma concluded.

Sienna’s line disconnected and again there was chilling silence in the room. Everyone was looking at Emma but it was not she who spoke next.

“Ok, we have what we wanted,” Penny declared. “Let prepare for it and be ready when we get there. I think it’s best that only Emma, he and I go to this meeting.”

“I agree,” Emma said. “We can spend the day preparing for the meeting and he can get home to change.”

Penny turned to face me.

“Have fun with Mindy,” she said to me. “And if you see Brad, make sure he’s clear on how things are.”

“Count on it,” I said before standing from my chair and exiting the conference room.

I walked out of the suite and Vivian followed me. I had forgotten that she had given me a ride that morning. It was nice of her to drive me back home without making me ask. The car ride was silent. Vivian pulled up in front of our house, but did not shut off the car. When I got out and closed the door, she pulled away and drove off. I am not sure to where.

I wasted the day at home and didn’t get much accomplished. I thought a lot about Sienna and the strong move she had made today. What was going to come from our meeting on Monday? I lost track of time but I was ready to go in plenty of time to be at Mindy’s school by 8. The ride was much less stressful than I thought it would be on a Friday afternoon. I pulled in the parking lot of Mindy’s dorm and grabbed my suit jacket from the back seat. I also grabbed the flowers I had picked up for her.

As I walked across the courtyard and through the dorm, heads turned. Young men and women were surveying where I was headed with a large bouquet of flowers and wearing a suit. It was a normal Friday on campus, t-shirts and jeans were running rampant while books were nowhere to be found. I reached the door to Mindy’s room and knocked firmly as I could hear music playing from inside.

The door opened and Mindy greeted me with a wide smile. She was dressed to thrill, far passing the conservative nature of my suit. I stepped back and took in the sight of her gorgeous frame. Mindy was wearing a classic little, black dress. It was strapless with the top portion being corset-like and hugging her body tightly. The bottom was frilly and wide, though not very long at all. She had on black, velvet pumps mardin escort that were 4 inches high. Her blue eye shadow and light pink lipstick were quite noticeable against her pale complexion. Her short black hair was the perfect backdrop for the large silver hoop earrings she was wearing. Everything about her ensemble screamed “Notice Me.”

I handed Mindy the flowers I had brought for her. She accepted them and smiled at me.

“Thanks, but you didn’t need to get me these,” Mindy said.

“I thought it would be a nice gesture,” I responded.

“Yeah, the only gesture I care about tonight is the one where we both end up sweaty and exhausted,” she admitted.

“My, my, someone’s confidence has grown,” I laughed.

“I am confident enough to know how to be a complete slut when I am in the mood,” she snapped. “Lucky for you tonight I am in the mood.”

Mindy threw the door to her room wide open to reveal a young woman standing behind her. The young lady was looking in a large mirror and adjusting her outfit. She was rather attractive and several inches taller than Mindy. She had dirty blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, down to about midway on her back. She was thin framed with a tight body that was evident thanks to the electric blue minidress she was wearing. She had on blue open-toe sandals to compliment the dress. She turned to face me as the light reflected off the diamonds that were hanging from her ears.

“This is my roommate, Brandi,” Mindy introduced us.

Brandi extended her hand and I accepted it, raising it to my mouth and kissing it gently.

“I told you he was simple,” Mindy said to Brandi.

“Yeah, he’s charming,” Brandi replied as if I were not standing right in front of her.

Mindy placed the flowers I had given her on the coffee table in her room and then we were off to the party. Brandi grabbed Mindy’s hand and began dragging her across the campus. Mindy grabbed my hand and towed me along with her. We moved briskly, with Brandi leading the charge. I received curious looks from the young women on campus as the two ladies hauled me towards the party. The looks from the young men on the campus were mostly of jealousy.

We reached the frat house in a very short time. Brandi’s pace in 4 inch heels was impressive to say the least. She acted as if she owned the place, bursting through the door and commanding the attention of the room. All eyes were on her as she dragged Mindy and I through the door and straight to an open area where people were dancing.

The two sexy ladies began to dance around me. There movements soon turned into a full on show as she were grinding against me and running their hands along any part of my body that they pleased. I went with the flow, trying to move with them but mostly letting them do whatever they wanted without getting in their way.

This dance routine went on for easily a half hour, as each of the girls stepped away repeatedly at different intervals to fire back shots of tequila. My cock was bursting through my pants and I was worked up beyond words throughout the session. I tried to keep my head about me as I continue to glance around the room. The party went on around us but neither of the ladies I was with seemed to care or even notice that there was anyone else in the room. Their concentration was on how they moved their bodies around me.

That all changed when the door flew open and 7 young men in very good shape walked in. I immediately recognized one of them to be Brad. I assumed that the rest of the guys around him must have been members of the baseball team. I remembered Brad mentioning he played ball and these guys all had on letterman jackets, as if that made them unified or even tough.

Brandi immediately made her way over to the guy who was in front of the little pack. She kissed him on the cheek but his eyes were burning a hole through me. I shot a small grin back at him, just to irritate him a little. Brad stepped out from behind the guy who Brandi had attached herself to and made his way towards me. He was walking with a purpose, anger and testosterone in his eyes. I was, after all, on his turf.

“What the hell are you doing here,” he barked at me over the music as he crossed the room.

“I was invited,” I informed him pleasantly.

He attempted to step past me towards Mindy when I stepped in front of him and cut him off.

“Perhaps you and I need to have a word alone,” I said to him, our noses almost touching.

He nodded and I followed him into the kitchen of the frat house.

“Who the fuck do you think you are coming here,” Brad yelled at me in his best macho voice.

The kid I had met months before had changed. There was anger and entitlement in his eyes as he spoke.

“Son, first of all, lower your voice,” I instructed him. “Second, as I said, I was invited. You need to do me a favor and deliver a message to your boss for me.”

“What boss,” he growled.

“Miss Sienna,” I stated clearly.

His eyes widened, and then got very sharp.

“I don’t know anyone named Sienna,” he lied. “I am about to have my boys drag you out of here and kick the shit out of you.”

“Really, I have a video that says otherwise,” I chuckled at him. “She sent it to me to get my attention and now she has it. So, now I want your attention.”

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