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As I drove up to the motel that Victoria and I had arranged to meet at, I thought back to the time that I had first met her.

We’d met online at a poker room and straight away we seemed to hit it off together.

It wasn’t long before we exchanged e-mail addresses and were soon chatting away like long lost soul mates.

We soon found out that each was married, but that didn’t stop us from chatting, after all, we were just friends, right?

At first we were just friends, but that started to change very quickly.

I had sent Victoria one of my stories that I had written, forgetting completely to check if there were any nude pictures of myself in the story.

I had two sets of stories on my computer, one with pictures and one without pictures.

As it’d turned out, I’d sent the one with pictures to Victoria by mistake.

Not that she complained at all.

In fact, Victoria seemed quite taken with my picture.

A few days went by, and our fascination with each other grew quickly.

I wanted to see much more of this wonderful lady that I’d met online.

It soon became quite clear that Victoria too, wanted to meet with me.

After a couple of weeks of chatting online, Victoria admitted that she was slowly falling in love with me.

I too, had to admit that I was falling for this lovely lady as well.

Because of her job, Victoria moved around the country a lot and was coming up my way in a few months time.

I was very excited by the news, even though it wouldn’t be for some time yet, the mere fact that I was going to meet this very beautiful young lady, sent shivers right through my body.

Victoria had agreed to send me a couple of nude pictures of her self and I could barely wait to see them.

As we chatted online, we found to our amazement, that we had a hell of a lot in common with each other.

It was really turning out to be a pleasure talking with Victoria.

She soon became the highlight of my day and evening.

I never gave up the chance to see her when we were both online together.

Because we were both married, we both had to watch out for our spouse, otherwise, they’d catch us chatting and then there’d be hell to pay.

We both had a couple of close calls, but managed to keep things hidden from our partners.

Even in bed with my wife, my mind was filled with our latest conversations online.

No one had ever turned me on so much as she was able to do just by chatting.

While she was indeed very beautiful, it was not just her beauty that turned me on, no, it was much more than that.

It was as though she needed someone to tell her that she was still very much a beautiful woman, a desirable woman.

Of course I had no trouble telling her that, because to be quite frank, she was one of the most desirable women, I’d ever met in my life.

But to my keen senses, I knew that deep down, something was troubling her deeply.

It took a couple of weeks before Victoria told me what had been troubling her.

It seems that her husband was Bi-sexual.

Victoria then described how she felt when she found out about it.

Victoria had found out only 9 months ago that he was Bi-sexual and it’d nearly floored her.

How could she have not known about his Bi-sexuality ages ago!

Victoria had always thought of herself as a smart enough woman fairly wise to the ways of men, but this threw her completely.

Then, she started to think about giving him a headjob and she wondered where his cock had been before he came home.

Now she knew why he liked anal so much.

Victoria too, loved anal, but was disgusted with the thought of his cock in some guys arse before coming home to have anal with her.

She’d washed herself that night in the shower but could not for the life of her, wash away the hurt and disgust that she felt inside her.

Victoria then told me that she never gave him a headjob after that and made him wear a condom whenever she had to give him sex.

But for nine painful months, she kept her secret to herself, apart from one other person, too ashamed to confide in anyone else she knew.

The one person, she did confide in was her elderly next door neighbor, Elsie, whom she loved as a mother.

Victoria told me that she had even shown a couple of nude pictures of my erection that I’d sent her to Elsie and that Elsie had told her to dump her husband and marry me.

I didn’t mind in the least as I’d given nude shots of myself to many women in the past.

Victoria said that once her shameful secret was known to me, she’d felt better getting it off her chest.

I told Victoria that on no account was she to blame herself for what’d happened; it wasn’t her fault that he was Bi-sexual.

I did fully understand where she’d been coming from, not that it’d happened to me, but from the fact of finding out my 2nd wife had been playing around on me with another guy.

It wasn’t as bad as what’d happened to Victoria of course, but the hurt and the mistrust and betrayal would have been the same reaction.

It’d Aydın Escort only made me want to take Victoria in my arms and hold her safe against anyone or anything that could ever hurt her again.

I too, had been hurt in the past, and didn’t want Victoria to have to go through any more hurt.

As I walked towards the room Victoria had booked for our first meeting, I again had faint stirrings of worry about what she’d think of the real me.

Until this moment, all she’d ever seen were pictures of me, now she’d be meeting the real me.

At the back of my mind, I did wonder if she would be even slightly disappointed in what she saw when she opened the door.

I had brought this to Victoria’s attention before today, and she’d been a little cross with me for even thinking it.

But, it was human nature to wonder if you were ever good enough for the woman you’d fallen for.

Knowing that there was only one way of finding out, I knocked on the door.

It opened almost instantly.

It was as though Victoria had been standing on the other side of the door waiting for me to knock.

There before me, stood a woman even more beautiful than her picture had lead me to believe.

I stood there for a few seconds, drinking in her beauty.

Victoria stood there on the other side of the doorway waiting for me to say or do something.

I broke myself from the spell she’d thrown over me and grinned.

Still without a word being spoken, I stepped over the doorway and into the arms of one of the most beautiful ladies I’d ever met.

Victoria hugged me as tightly as I hugged her.

I couldn’t believe that at long last, I now held this sweet and lovely woman in my arms.

I could feel her body heat mixing with mine as we hugged, and I felt my cock start to respond. It was as though my cock knew what was in store for it.

I surely did.

Still holding each other, we looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“Hi there” I told her, grinning like a school kid.

“Hi there yourself my lovely man.” Victoria replied with a smile that seemed to come from heaven.

I leaned forward and felt the warmth of her breath as our mouths drew nearer and felt my lips press softly against hers.

I’d dreamt of this minute for months now and finally, the moment had arrived.

I felt Victoria’s mouth part slowly and she allowed my tongue to enter its wetness and warmth.

As our tongues danced the dance of love inside each other’s mouths, I couldn’t resist copping a feel of her arse.

Using both hands, I at first lightly traced the smooth outline of her cheeks, and then I gripped her firmly by the cheeks and pulled her crotch against my own.

God how I wanted this woman, in more ways than one.

Her nipples were pressing against my shirt and I couldn’t wait to feel them naked against my own flesh.

Victoria slowly withdrew from our embrace.

“I think we’d better close the door, or we’ll finish up giving the neighbors a free show.” She said with a smile, going around me and closing the door.

She then stepped back into my waiting arms before saying, “God, Brian. You don’t know how I’ve longed for this day to arrive.”

“I think that I have an idea, Victoria.” I replied gently kissing her on the lips once more.

Again, we kissed tenderly and passionately, our tongues darting and withdrawing inside each other’s mouths.

Again, I let my hands wander across Victoria’s very cute backside as we kissed.

I lightly ran the finger’s of my right hand down the groove between her cheeks, knowing that in a very short space of time, I’d be enjoying the delights of her body and much more.

I felt Victoria’s entire body slightly shiver in response to my touching her backside through her dress.

I loved the response I was getting from this beautiful woman.

Gone were the fleeting thoughts of was I good enough for her or not.

I knew for a fact that I was more than good enough for her.

In fact we seemed so right together, that we had both thought aloud at different times, that we were in fact soul mates.

“Shall we have a drink, Brian?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes please.” I replied with a smile of my own.

Victoria poured two drinks and we sat on the lounge exchanging small talk while we had our drinks.

I looked at this beautiful woman that I’d met purely by accident online and again wondered how come I’d been so lucky.

I would not have dreamt in a million years of being with someone that was this beautiful and smart to boot.

“Well Brian, where’s this shower you promised me.” Victoria asked smiling as she sat her glass down on the coffee table in front of us.

“Oh, I’m dam sure we can soon find it, Victoria.” I replied with a smile of my own, sitting my own glass down beside hers.

We stood and I held out my hand for her to take.

We soon found the shower and I stood there looking at her for a second or two, knowing that at long last, I was about to finally see Victoria fully naked.

“Here, Aydın Escort Bayan Let me.” Victoria said as I started to undo my shirt.

I removed my fingers from the buttons and allowed Victoria to undo my shirt for me.

She hung the shirt on the door knob and then she lowered herself to her knees in front of me and took hold of my belt.

As she undid my belt, Victoria looked up at me with a smile.

I looked deep into her eyes and saw love staring back at me.

I’d been scared to show true love to a woman ever since I’d been badly hurt in the love game, but with Victoria, I didn’t feel the need to be frightened of her.

I knew that she wouldn’t desert me for another man like my 2nd wife had done.

I reached down with my hand and lightly stroked her on the side of the face.

Victoria turned her face towards my hand and kissed it.

Then, she got back to the job in hand.

She slowly undid the zipper on my trousers and allowed my pants to fall at my feet.

I stepped out of them and stood there in just my underpants.

Then she gripped my underpants and slowly lowered them to my feet also.

Again, I stepped out of them and now stood totally naked in front of Victoria.

Victoria said “What’s this?” as she reached forward and took hold of my semi-erect cock.

“Now that is what I’ve been waiting to see for a long time.” She said with a laugh.

I grinned as she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock.

“I bet it tastes as good as it looks.” Victoria said with a smile, before leaning forward and placing her lips around the head of my cock.

The warmth of her mouth closed around the top part of my cock and then, slowly, she began to push her mouth further and further along its thickening length.

Not too many women were able to take its full length inside their mouths, but Victoria didn’t seem to have much trouble doing so.

I felt her nose touch my pubes as she continued to suck me off.

I knew that I wasn’t going to last long inside that warm, moist mouth of hers and while I would of liked to have lasted longer, also knew that the 2nd time round, I would last much longer.

I knew also from our chats that Victoria was not one of these women who hated sperm inside their mouths.

I’d not met too many women in my travels who also didn’t mind swallowing sperm.

I was pleased that Victoria was one who didn’t mind swallowing.

My own wife would not take my sperm inside her mouth, let alone swallow it.

I felt Victoria’s fingers lightly begin to tease my balls as she fucked her mouth along my cock.

Then she reached a little further under my balls and I felt her begin to tease my anus.

Again, not too many women liked playing with a guy’s anus.

Slowly and carefully so’s not to cause me any discomfit, Victoria began to push her fingertip just inside my anus.

That was more than enough along with her hot, wet mouth fucking my cock to send me over the edge.

I felt my hot sperm start to empty into Victoria’s mouth.

“Mmmm” Victoria mumbled around the shaft of my cock, as she sucked every last drop of my cum inside her mouth.

My cock softened inside her mouth and Victoria removed her finger from my anus and removed her mouth from my cock.

“Now that was nice.” Victoria said with a grin.

“Sure was darl.” I replied with a big grin on my face.

Victoria then stood back up and I knew it was my turn to give this beautiful woman pleasure with my mouth.

I picked up my trousers and underpants and hung them along with my shirt.

It wouldn’t do to have them too messed up as I had to meet my wife afterwards.

I’d arranged it this way, so that she wouldn’t be suss about me being dressed up in my good clothes and with wet hair.

She’d just think that I’d not long got out of the shower to meet with her.

Which would be true, except that I was going to be hopping out of the shower with Victoria first.

I kissed Victoria on the lips tenderly at first, then with increasing passion.

Our tongues joined forces inside her mouth as we hugged tightly to one another.

I felt the faint stirrings of another erection coming, but wanted to pleasure Victoria with my mouth first.

We kissed for a few minutes before I slowly pulled away from her lips.

Then I turned her with my hands so that she was now standing with her back to me.

I reached up with my fingers and took hold of the zipper at the top of her dress.

As I lowered the zipper, I saw the straps of her bra come into view along with smooth bare flesh.

I leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the back.

Then, I helped Victoria from her dress and she stood before me in just her bra and panties, which I saw with pleasure was a G-string.

I reached up and undid her bra strap, allowing her beautiful breasts to escape into the fresh air.

Then, Victoria turned herself towards me, allowing me to view her lovely breasts for the very first time.

I reached forward with my fingertips Escort Aydın and ran them over her twin globes.

I wanted them in my mouth so badly, but first I wanted to see this lovely lady totally naked.

I then sank to my knees in front of her, the same as she’d done to me.

Hooking my fingers either side of her G-string, I slowly lowered them to her feet.

Victoria stepped out of them and now I had a totally unrestrained view of her body.

I stared at her nakedness in pleasure; I felt like a kid in a candy store.

As I’d once told her while online, she was indeed an angel.

Victoria knew from our chats, that I loved women without hair around their vaginas.

It would not have bothered me greatly had she had hair down there, but this was a bonus.

I’d always loved the feel of smooth flesh under my tongue as I made oral love to a woman, also I didn’t have to go to the dentist for a haircut.

I placed both hands on her hips and leaned forward and kissed her belly button.

I felt Victoria’s body shake slightly in pleasure as she felt the tip of my tongue starting to descend towards her vagina.

We had made love many different ways together in my stories and while we were having cyber sex, so Victoria had a good idea as to what was coming next.

I could smell her heavenly vaginal scent the closer I got towards her vagina.

I knew I was in for a treat.

My tongue guided over her smooth flesh, until I felt the slight protrusion of her pelvic bone under my tongue.

A few more seconds and I would taste her juices, the one thing I’d be waiting to do for many months.

I felt her outer lips with the tip of my tongue and signed silently with pleasure.

I ran the tip of my tongue all over her smooth flesh, not yet wanting to plunge my tongue deep inside her.

Not only was I teasing Victoria, but wanted to tease myself as well.

This was a golden moment for me and I wanted it to last for as long as it could.

I reached between her thighs and lightly teased her anus with my finger.

Victoria gave out a low moan of pleasure and placed both of her hands on top of my head.

Then, I guided the tip of my tongue towards her swollen, erect clitoris and just gave it the briefest flick with the tip of my tongue.

Victoria moaned softly with pleasure above me and I felt her hands grip my hair.

But again, I didn’t want to go straight for her vagina, I wanted her to be half begging me to touch her vagina with my mouth.

So I instead moved my tongue slightly to the left and ran the tip of it down the groove on the inside of her thigh, close to but not quite touching her outer flesh of her vagina.

I did the same to the right hand side of her crotch.

I felt Victoria’s hands trying to guild my mouth towards her vagina, but still I was not ready to obey.

I moved my face completely away from her crotch and placed the palms of my hands either side of her hips and then slowly moved them down her thighs.

My fingertips were soft against her warm flesh, but I made sure that while it was caressing her flesh, it actually wasn’t ticking her.

I ran my fingers down the outsides of her legs, and then I moved them around until they were now on the inside of her ankles.

Slowly I began to guild my fingers back up her flesh, enjoying the feel of her beautiful skin beneath my fingers.

My fingers moved slowly towards her beautifully bald vagina and I let them brush either side of her lips.

Then I ran the tips of my fingers gently over her smooth vaginal lips, causing a low moan of pleasure or frustration from Victoria.

Then I lightly ran the tip of one finger down the soft, wet groove of her vagina.

I then angled my finger upwards and slowly began to ease my thick finger up inside of her.

At the same time, I lowered my mouth to her throbbing clitoris.

I took her erect clitoris inside my mouth and teased it with my tongue; causing Victoria’s already very moist vagina to become even wetter, if that was at all possible.

Her tight vaginal walls parted before my probing finger.

The warmth and wetness of her vagina closed around my finger as I plunged it as deep as I could inside her.

Victoria was now humping my finger as if it were a smaller version of my cock.

As I pulled it back out of her I then slowly eased two of my thick fingers inside of here.

The thickness of two of my fingers was the same width as my cock.

I made sure that as I finger fucked her, I lapped up some of her love juices that were flowing out of her.

Her juices tasted like pure nectar to me.

Victoria’s thighs were shaking quite badly as she neared her orgasm.

Her fists were now tightly holding onto my hair.

I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping and releasing my fingers within her and now wished that it was my cock buried deep inside of her.

I wanted to feel that hot throbbing mass of female flesh around my thick cock.

I couldn’t wait anymore.

I withdrew my fingers from her and pulled my mouth away from her crotch.

I stood up and said, “I want and need you now lover.”

I turned her around towards the bath and bent her over so that she was gripping the sides of the bath, allowing me the view of the most perfect arse I’d ever seen.

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He opened his eyes.

There it was again.

The blink of the light had done its job. He quietly reached down to the floor next to the bed and pushed the button on the side of his watch, shutting off the silent flash. Light from the full moon was peeking through the slats in the window blinds, making the room visible.

He slowly rolled over to look at her.

She was a sound sleeper, having already missed her alarm once this week.

This morning, hopefully, that would work to his benefit.

He watched her for a moment, lying on her back, her long hair a jumbled mess around her head. Reaching over carefully, so as not to wake her, he ran his fingers through her tousled mane. It was silky, as he knew it would be. He loved the feel of it. He knew that, if he leaned over and buried his nose in it, he would smell the shampoo from her shower the night before.

But it wasn’t time for that.

Yet.

The sheet had been pushed down to her waist, exposing her breasts. Lying on her back, gravity had flattened them against her body.

But those nipples…

Cool air from the ceiling fan stirred across her skin, Her “annoyingly huge nipples,” as she referred to them, chilled by the breeze, were swollen to perfection. He watched as, with each breath of her deep sleep, they rose, only to settle slowly again each time she exhaled.

He was tempted to lean over and take one into his mouth. There were few things he enjoyed more than suckling her breasts. The thought of rolling his tongue around her nipples and feeling them harden even Aydın Escort more in his mouth, excited him, causing his erection to twitch.

But it wasn’t time for that, either.

Silently, he slipped out of the bed and stealthily made his way around it, until he was standing at the footboard.

Naked, he stood.

Watching her.

Subconsciously, he reached down to his throbbing dick and slowly stroked it with the rhythm of the rise and fall of her breasts. After just a few tugs, he felt his balls tighten.

“Whoa. Better cut that out.” he thought, turning loose of his shaft.

“Don’t want this to be over with before it gets started,” he smiled to himself.

He reached down, carefully took hold of the sheet, and gently began pulling it towards himself.

He watched as it glided over her body, first exposing her flat stomach, then the curve of her hips and, at long last, the cleft where her legs met. He paused briefly to stare at the neatly trimmed patch of hair, anticipating what was to come.

He resumed pulling on the sheet, savoring every inch of her legs as they were revealed to him.

“She’s always had good legs,” he thought. He had first noticed them years before.

And now, he could hardly wait to get between them.

“This is going to be the tricky part,” he told himself as the top of the sheet cleared her feet.

Her legs were spread slightly. Leaning over the foot of the bed, he reached out with both hands and, ever so lightly, brushed the inside of her thighs with his fingertips. Instinctively, Aydın Escort Bayan she pulled her legs up and away from the tickle of his touch, leaving herself spread and open to him.

After a quick look at her face to make sure she was still asleep, he placed his hands on the mattress between her legs and carefully climbed over the footboard of the bed.

“Being tall does have its advantages,” he thought, as he knelt between her legs.

Supporting himself on his elbows, he leaned forward. In the moonlit room, he stared at her.

“God, she has a beautiful pussy.”

He loved the way she trimmed it close, just for him.

He breathed in through his nose and savored her aroma.

Lowering himself slightly, he placed his lips at the slit that was only slightly covered with hair and kissed her there.

She responded with a sigh and tilted her pelvis to make herself more accessible.

He grinned at her subconscious response. She didn’t need to be awake. Her body knew what it wanted.

His tongue snaked out of his mouth and licked up the length of her slit.

Again.

And yet again.

Each time penetrating a little bit deeper into her pussy.

As he sucked lightly on the little button at the top of her entrance, a moan escaped her throat. Not wanting to wake her, he moved back down and resumed licking her pussy.

He quickly received the response that he was looking for. As he sucked on them, the lips at the entrance of her pussy began to swell in his mouth. He could taste her now, Escort Aydın her juices flowing onto his tongue.

He would have loved to stay there longer… to lick her and suck on her clitoris until her body shook in climax.

But not now.

Not on this morning.

He lifted his head and looked at her face.

Somehow, she was still asleep, purring gently as her hips rocked back and forth, searching for his mouth.

“She has got to be the sexiest woman I have ever known,” He thought to himself.

“How did I ever get so lucky?”

He crawled forward on the mattress until his hands straddled her chest.

Staring in the moonlight at her beautiful face, he lowered his hips until the tip of his penis touched the entrance of her pussy.

Although it wasn’t the mouth that her body was searching for, she still responded by instinctively raising her hips to him and he pressed down, entering her.

No longer needing to wait, he pushed forward, with nearly half of his dick penetrating her on the first push. He pulled out and this time, with her juices coating a good portion of his shaft, he easily slid all the way into her on the next thrust.

He held it there, loving the feeling of being fully inside her, buried in her, with the warmth and wetness of her pussy enveloping his dick like a glove.

It was then that she reached for him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to her. As his chest touched her breasts, she leaned up and met his lips with hers.

Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, savoring the taste of her own juices on his lips. After fighting a brief battle with his tongue, their lips parted.

She then left a trail of kisses across his cheek until her mouth was pressed against his ear.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“My pleasure,” he replied.

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[Author’s note: I decided to use mind-talk in a dialogue-form, enclosed in ” ” to ensure you can see the difference between thoughts and thought-conversation.]

Chapter 7.1 – 26 November – Determination

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She had tracked him down on campus. It hadn’t been too hard to do so, but she wanted to know more about him. About what kind of guy he was, about his life and most of all, if she shouldfear him.

He hadn’t noticed her ability back then at Daniel’s. She didn’t know whether he knew about her or her ability and she hadn’t been able to find out either. He had already learned to shield his mind from others, which meant that he wasn’t new at this game. And people who had this ability were either friendly or dangerous, but always cautious. She needed to know which one he was and how much she had to watch herself.

She hadn’t needed to keep him in sight, but she thought it’d be useful if she at least had an idea of how he functioned in the group of friends. Was he mindful? Was he brash? He seemed like a friendly guy last night, but appearances could deceive. She had experienced that too often unfortunately. So now she was scouting.

He was sitting in the cafetaria – not the place shewanted to be due to the many thoughts and conversations disrupting her concentration – and he had company. She recognized them from yesterday: Jenny, Richard and one more she hadn’t met before. And to her amazement this one had her guard up as well.

I hadn’t expected to findone, but now I’ve already foundtwo people with abilities. This might turn out to be more dangerous than I thought. Could it be that they are agents trying to look for me? Or is it merely coincidence that they’re here? A mighty curious coincidence having two of them at the same table though.

She decided to probe the other guy first, to not attract attention to herself as she almost had done with Vincent last night. Richard didn’t give up much useful information; he’d been friends with Vincent since a few months and they had hung out together often. He didn’t know about his ability though.

Jenny gave up much more interesting information, although Talitha discovered that her mind had a slight barrier around it. Jenny had only recently found out about his ability and apparently she was the only one whose mind Vincent could read.

Now that’s a new one, she thought.He can only read her thoughts and noone else’s? Now that’s a curious limitation.

She learned about their history, how he had got to know her online and how they had become friends – and continued that offline – and eventually even hooked up. They had become an item.

Now that’s some trust. He can read her mind and she is okay with that despite not being able to read his. Either she’s naive, or she’s really in love with him, so much that she’s willing to give it all up..

Another thought crossed her mind, a more unsettling one.Or he has subdued her and made sure that she doesn’t deny her feelings for him, effectively enslaving her.

That was new to her too. She had never imagined using her ability in that way to snatch herself a boyfriend. Then again, she’d never really had the luxury to think about a normal life with a boyfriend. But the mere thought made her tense; she wondered if they had tried to do a similar thing to her back home.

She had only discovered the first glimpses of her ability when she became fourteen and it had mostly rendered her useless, with headaches and other illnesses. By the time she turned fifteen, she had realized what her ability meant – that she picked up thoughts from others. She had told her parents – back then she still had both – and not long after she had realized the mistake.

Her father, CEO of a company, saw her potential as a valuable asset to his company. His company was losing the battle with a competitor bit by bit and he thought it would be a real good chance if she could peek in the boardroom meetings from said competitor. It would give him insight and the ability to prepare before the other company could launch a campaign or a product which would render his own useless – or at least less interesting.

At first she had agreed, willing to help her father’s company felt like a good idea and making sure that he wouldn’t lose his job – or the company as a whole – seemed to be a good cause. Everyone makes mistakes.

She hadn’t yet turned sixteen when her conscience started gnawing at her. The realization that when his company wouldn’t go belly-up meant that his competitor would. She would be responsible for singlehandedly making a lot of people go hunting for unemployment. She had talked to her father, tried to talk him out of it. He wouldn’t have any of it. And she was starting to see her father change, from near-desperation, trying to save his company to eager to crush his competitor and reveling in his power of overseeing. A man who had been drinking from the beaker of defeat and then Aydın Escort managed nipping at the beaker of victory. He wasn’t nipping anymore. He wasbathing in it.

She had been acaptive of his. Not in terms of chains, but in terms of parenthood. He was her father. He knew best. Talitha had never been one to speak up, to rebel, so she endured. But day by day she found herself more against the things her father wanted from her. She wasn’t the only one; his wife, her mother, left. She hadn’t been eightteen yet and her mother had suddenly disappeared one day. She had cried, wondering why she hadn’t been taken along because she didn’t want this life her father had in mind for her, wondering why her mother had left her behind.

But with her age and length, her ability had also grown. She had reached out and sought the reason for her mother’s sudden disappearance. Her father should know the reason. And he knew, she found out. He had known that her mother had also started to grow a conscience and had put the pressure onher. Eventually, after multiple threats not only involving her, but also her daughter –his daughter – she decided that being away from him would be the better option. She fled.

She didn’t get far. Once her husband knew of her treachery, he had her tracked down andput down. He got away with it. She never even knew the woman was dead until she had probed her father. That was the time when she decided that this wasn’t the man she once loved. And that thisdefinitely wasn’t the one she wanted to aid in saving his company. So she fled as well.

He had tracked her down a few times by regular means. Missing person’s, known associates with the law, private detectives. She had been caught a few times, but she had always escaped by using her ability. By now she had found out that while she could read minds, she could alsoalter them – make people believe the things she wanted them to believe.

Once she had been captured and brought back home, she had done intentionally so she could use her ability on her father. But something was wrong; she couldn’t read his mind anymore. It would take her a while before she would find out why that was, but by then she had escaped already and had been on the run for almost a year. He had found others with her ability and employed some of them to protect himself. With power came paranoia after all.

She discovered that these people could track her down faster, easier. She adopted different aliases which didn’t work well enough. Then she tried to manage shielding herself from trackers. That worked – for a while. So this time she decided to go farther away, getting more distance between them. Not staying in places, just moving and moving until she had enough distance.

And now she had discovered that there were people with abilities here. At the university she enrolled. It wasn’t odd that she wasn’t all that thrilled about meeting others who might be affiliated with these people who were tracking her down. So she had to take the first shot. She had to make sure that they were not there to rat out on her. And for the first time she wondered if they weren’t onhis side, perhaps she might actually get them onher side.

Vincent seemed to be pretty clean so far. And she could catch some of his thoughts, which were nowhere near dangerous for her. The other girl though, she couldn’t catch anything from her.

Picking up thoughts is one thing. But that girl doesn’t just let any thoughts slip – her mind isn’t evenpenetrable. Her mind is a fuckingfortress.

Her motto was: if someone has to shield off their thoughts, they probably aren’t up to much good. Considering how everyone so far had been out hunting her, it didn’t come as a surprise that she considered this girl a class-A danger.

She had learned her name, Nicole, the twin sister of Vincent. And if she was a danger, she might bring her brother in for the hunt. She had to make sure that the girl couldn’t do so. She had to get him on his side, even if she had to force him. She wouldn’t let anyone take her back to her father.

Anyone.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 7.2 – The scheme

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She had deduced that the best way to get Vincent over to her side was to make him come to her. If she had to ensure that he would pick her over his own twin sister if it had to come to that, the only reason would be to either control his mind or to make him pick her over his sister. The only way the latter would happen – if any – was if he would fall in love with her. She could make him love her.

The only thing which was obstructing that little scheme was the fact that he already had a girlfriend. And if she wanted to avoid suspicion, she had to make the breakup realistic. They had known each other for years, they hung out together, they even had the same friends. If she would succeed, she would have to set up one of them, leaving the other too angry to explain. And Aydın Escort Bayan then she needed to strike to reel him in.

She had to be careful; too forced and he wouldn’t hook up with her; too shallow and he would return back to Jenny. It would require a delicate balance. So the first thing she would do was learn his class schedule and then meet up with him whenever he would take a break. Sometimes she would be spending that time alone with him, other times she’d be with him and Richard or a small group of people. She avoided the moments where he would join up with Jenny.

She learned that when he was with Jenny, or Jenny and a couple of others, they would start talking about her as well. Jenny, left out of those encounters, didn’t have much to say except inquiring what happened. Jenny wasn’t ticked off by him meeting up with her alone, which made things just a little bit harder. She had expected the girl to be a bit more affected by jealousy, but apparently Jenny was confident enough – or trusted him plenty – not to be worried.

It lasted only a few days, then Talitha impatiently decided she could bring her scheme to the next phase. Which meant that she would join in when Jenny was around as well. She made sure she timed it just right so she was sitting next to him, while Jenny had to take a seat across.

“Hey Jen,” she said. “Haven’t seen you around lately.”

“We must’ve missed each other. I’ve been around plenty,” Jenny replied. “How’s college working out for you?”

She smiled – as genuine as she could. “Pretty well. I’m glad I’ve decided to come here, instead of the local college back home. It feels like there’s much more potential to be unlocked here. Like I’m able tofly after I’ve graduated. It’s a real positive atmosphere.”

Jenny laughed. “I don’t know about that, but you should at least be able to get ajob. I think that counts for something as well.”

“How was your class?” Vincent inquired. “Anything interesting?”

Nicole took place next to Jenny and Talitha felt her face stiffen. She still felt uncomfortable around this girl, as if she had way more to hide than she let up. Talitha didn’t know how she could get a hint of what the girl was hiding, nor did she know how much she could show before Nicole would look at her as a person of interest – someone to be hunted down. After all, if you hide your thoughts this well, you should really be governing secrets dangerous enough to warrant hiding them.

“We did a little bit of roleplay,” Jenny told them. “You know, acting out a play with one of us being the advocate and the other one being the client, with the rest of the class watching and commenting afterwards. Nicole had taken up the role of client and –” she giggled, “– the guy playing the advocate ended up telling her that she needed to take the blame because it was obvious that she had done it. You should’ve seen it; she was shocked!”

“I didn’t doanything!” Nicole exclaimed. “They gave me a slip of paper and I was merely acting it out. I was supposed to be set up and that other guy said he could see at my face that I had done it. I was devastated.”

“Your expression was just too tense,” Jenny said. “You’re too much of a do-gooder, so when you sat there you looked like you were being the judge and the other guy was there on trial. Your sense of justice is just too much, girl.”

Nicole sighed. “Perhaps I’m not suited for this line of work.”

“You could always become a superhero,” Jenny commented. “I can easily imagine it: you dressed in a piece of spandex, swinging over the rooftops of a suburban area, chasing after thiefs and crooks who have robbed a poor lady of the check for her pension.”

“And getting chased by hundreds of horny teenagers,” Richard added. “Because if I imagine that right, you’d be dressed up inone revealing hell of an outfit. Hell yes. I’m in.”

Jenny gave him a hi-five and he matched it perfectly.

Nicole looked shocked and was actually crossing her arms before her chest. “Don’t you go gung-ho about your indecent fantasies about me, mister Kowalski, or I’ll sue you for sexual intimidation!” Then she broke a smile, indicating it wasn’t a real threat.

He held up his arms. “I’m innocent! Look, I even have my hands above the table. Don’t worry, Jenny is doing the work down there.”

Now it was Jenny’s turn to look shocked.

“Fuck you, man!” she laughed. “Or I’ll duck under the table and bite off your dick!”

“Wouldthat be an indecent proposal?” he asked Vincent.

“Nah,” Vincent replied. “I doubt she can actuallyfind the thing.”

“Ooooh, you speaking of experience?” he countered and Jenny was cracking up entirely.

This group of people’s really close. They know their jokes, they know each other’s boundaries. It feels pleasant just to sit next to them, Talitha realized.I wouldn’t mind being their friend. But if I want to succeed, I need to be forging myself a place in Escort Aydın Vincent’s life. A solid one.

“I need to go, guys,” she announced. “Still need to catch someone I’m doing an assignment with and I just saw her outside. Better hurry before she actually decides to go home for the day.”

She stood up and leaned over to kiss Vincent on the cheek. “See you later!”

And while she left the cafetaria, feigning her hurry, she was listening closely to the reactions of the people she had just been sitting with.

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Chapter 7.3 – We should talk about Talitha

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“You should watch out for that girl,” Nicole said when she was walking back to class with Jenny. “I don’t know what it is, but she feels like trouble. Like that kiss she gave Vincent just now. She’s giving me a bad feeling.”

“Really?” Jenny asked. “He gets kissed more often, really. Eliza does it all the time when we’re together at Daniel’s. Much to Roy’s annoyance, even. You might even wonder if she’s doing it on purpose.”

“No, it’s not that. It justfeels off. She’s not doing anythingwrong, she just rubs me the wrong way. But my instinct is usually right, so I thought it would be good to tell you about it.”

Jenny touted her lips for a bit.

“You believe Vinnie will fall for her charms?”

“I don’t know. He’s not one to be fickle. But I’m still having a bad feeling. It’s unsettling.”

“I trust Vinnie,” Jenny said confidently. “I don’t believe he will fall in love with her. It’s not his style. So I’m not worried.”

“I hope you’re right about that, Jenny. Because my stomach feels like it has swallowed a gallon of acid.”

“I warned you not to eat those chili-flavored sandwiches, but you had to try them.”

Nicole groaned. “But Ilike chili …”

* * *

“How well do you know that girl?” she asked Vincent when they were sitting at the dinner table.

“What girl?”

“That Talitha girl. She seems awfully familiar with you.”

He took another bite and swallowed before answering. “I don’t know her all that well. She’s the neighbour of Daniel and she’s only recently moved here. She doesn’t know anyone here, so she probably hangs out with us because she met us at Daniel’s.”

“She gives me a bad feeling,” Nicole admitted. “I don’t trust her.”

Vincent halted in his movement. “Really? I don’t think she’s a bad person.”

“Call it womanly intuition.”

“Call it paranoia. What do you think she’s up to then?”

She pondered about that for a bit. “Could she be trying to break up you and Jenny?”

He took another bite and said with his mouth full: “No worries then. I don’t have any intention to break that up. I’m not even interested in her that way.”

She looked at him, wondering if he meant it.

“Okay, you win. Next topic.”

He looked at her questioningly. “What is this,twenty questions?”

She waved it aside. “You know I’m not good at keeping things for myself. If I’m curious about something or start wondering about something, I start asking questions. I can’t just keep quiet until I’m satisfied.”

“Yeah, I know. So what’s up?”

“Your mindlink,” she said. “How does it work?”

“Well, that’s indeed a whole different topic.” He put down his silverware. “Why the questions all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I guess I’m just feeling uncertain. I need to know what I’m dealing with. It keeps me up at night.”

“Okay. It’s something like a mixture between a telephone hotline and a camera view; not going to try to use any sci-fi examples with you, since you’re not familiar with those. We can talk to each other without anyone noticing and we can even show each other what we’re seeing, or what we want the other to see.”

“Can you get out of reach? Like with a walkie-talkie?”

“We used to. Back when it started I could only receive her thoughts when she was in the near vicinity. Later on it extended to her place while I was here. And now we can talk to each other even when only one of us is at college. It grows, apparently.”

He picked up his fork and started eating again.

“It’s pretty unusual, but we’ve gotten used to it. She even managed to reach me if she wants to, rather than me always having to initiate a conversation. And while she was the only one sending me images, now it works the other way around as well. It’s becoming more and more a full-bi-directional communication method. We can even interrupt each other, or talk when the other’s still talking, like a real phone conversation.”

“Isn’t she worried about Talitha?”

“Ah! So that’s why the sudden topic change. No, she isn’t. If she was, I’d have picked up on it.”

Nicole leaned her chin on her hand and looked into the distance. Vincent stopped his fork halfway. He knew that pose indicated that she was considering something and he put down his fork, awaiting her reaction.

“I don’t like that girl,” she said. “That Talitha-girl, I mean. For some reason she rubs me the wrong way and whenever I see her the hairs in my neck start to stand up. She hasn’t done anything wrong, but I still have that feeling something is going on and I can’t see what.”

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She awoke early as daylight broke through her sleep. She could hear the steady breathing of the man who slept beside her, as she slid silently from beneath the duvet, feeling the coolness of the floor as she walked across to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, allowing the water to run hot before stepping under the spray. She washed her hair, building a thick lather from the bubbles, and watched as it ran down her body, covering her breasts and nipples in foam. Her fingers moved across her skin as she washed herself. She remembered the intimacy they had shared the previous night during their love-making and smiled to herself. Her hand moved lower to her mound, and she gently caressed herself, parting her legs slightly, to allow her fingers entry. She rubbed the soap across her slit, and further back to her anus, running her fingertip around the smooth hole while deep in thought.

She snapped back to reality and remembered the day ahead. She had things to do and could not afford the luxury of self pleasure. She rinsed the remainder of the lather from her skin, and turning off the water, stepped from the shower. She dried herself using a towel that had been warming on the radiator, and rubbed her hair vigorously, before wrapping her bath robe around her, and leaving the bathroom.

First stop of the day was always the kettle; she couldn’t function without a mug of tea, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She filled the kettle and left it to boil while she went into the lounge. She pulled back the curtains and looked out onto a wet and windy day. The room was small, but brightly lit by the large window which looked out onto the garden. Her desk stood in the corner, and was home to her computer. Its companion was a large black leather computer chair, the kind with heavy arms, which most people seem to use. She turned the computer on and headed back into the kitchen to make her tea. She put a tea bag into a mug and then added the freshly boiled water, and then stirred it absent-mindedly as she gazed out of the window into the garden, watching the trees blowing in the wind.

She lived alone now, which certainly made things easier for them. He was able to call in frequently, and on occasions, such as this was sometimes even able to stay over-night. It gave them the opportunity to fully explore their fantasies during their love-making. She thought back to the way things had once been, snatched moments in hotel bedrooms, or in his car parked at an isolated beauty spot. At least now they were able to pleasure each other slowly and completely. Just recently she had come to understand herself more fully; it seemed that these days her every thought and mood was twined inexplicably with her sexuality, she felt relaxed and in tune with her body and able to share her self with her lover.

She removed the tea bag from the mug and added milk, then returned to the lounge, placing Aydın Escort the mug of steaming tea on her desk. She sat in front of the screen and thought for a moment. She wanted to describe a scene that was in her mind, a scene that had evolved on a night when she had slept without him. A night when she had masturbated with him firmly in her mind. She began to type:

“Lying here, in my bed, alone, thinking of you. Remembering how horny you make me feel. Remembering the last time we fucked, the orgasm you gave me. The pictures you sent me this week, flashing through my mind. Your cock in my mouth in my cunt. Feeling wet between my legs. Feeling aroused. My nipples hard, rubbing against the duvet. Touching my nipples. Rubbing my hand across them. Pulling them. Squeezing them. Twisting. Imagining it is your touch on me. Imagining I can smell you near me. Wanting to kiss you hungrily. Wanting to fuck you. Wanting your cock. Reaching my hand lower. Feeling how wet my pussy is. Sliding my fingers along the length of my cunt. Pushing them inside me. Breathing slowly, deeply. Switching on the vibrator. Running it across the smoothness of my shaved lips. Moistening it in my pussy. Spreading my juices. Opening my legs wider. Separating my pussy lips. Sliding the vibrator in my hole. Pushing it in and out. Rolling the vibrator across the outside of my cunt. Across my clit. Teasing myself. My breathing becoming more rapid. Tingling now inside. Building deep within me. Face feeling hot. It feels good. Feels warm. Feels wet. Pushing it against my cervix. Applying pressure. Finding the spot. Holding it there. The vibrator rubbing up and down my slit. Touching my clit. Close to cumming. Breathing through it. Trying to hold back. Wanting it to last. The vibrator held against my clit. So close now. Moaning softly. Breathing fast. Cant slow it down now. So strong inside me. Fuck it feels good. Letting go. My clit throbbing. Warm relaxed waves wash through my cunt. My muscles tight. Pressure on my clit. Oh fuck….yesssss.”

She was writing something for him; it was to be a surprise for his birthday, which was fast approaching. He loved to read the stories she wrote for him. He enjoyed the personal detail that was included in each story, the true meaning of the words hidden from the reader, but which had been added in a way that he alone would understand. It was her secret code to him.

Upstairs in the room above he was awake, he had felt her warmth leave the bed as she got up, and had awoken almost immediately. He had heard her in the shower, and had contemplated joining her, but he knew she had got up to write and so left her in privacy. He had heard her footsteps as she went downstairs and the noise from the tap as she filled the kettle. He lay there for a while thinking about her, thinking of the thoughts and ideas she had shared with him, her innermost thoughts and yet she Aydın Escort Bayan had trusted him with them. Their relationship had become less frenzied and more relaxed, yet still intense, and passionate. They were both still keen to explore each other sexually, and felt comfortable sharing their fantasies. Just the thought of her was enough to arouse him, and he felt that all to familiar stirring beneath the sheets.

A plan was forming in his mind and he got out of bed, and looked around for the ‘props’ he would need. He opened a small cupboard beside the bed and took out her vibrator, as well as picking up a pillow from the bed. He stepped silently, and moved slowly downstairs. As he entered the lounge he could see her at her screen typing. He moved up behind her and spun the chair around.

She jumped momentarily and then smiled up at him, intrigued by the objects he carried. He learned forward and stroked her hair pulling her face to his, and kissed her long and hard. She felt herself respond immediately to his kiss with that familiar feeling in her breasts, as her nipples hardened.

He placed the pillow on the floor in front of her, and put the vibrator on the desk. He leaned towards her and pulled her bathrobe open, tracing the back of his hand over her nipples. He felt the shiver that ran through her body, and this excited him. He stood before her, and her attention on his nakedness aided his erection. He carefully parted her thighs and lifted each leg over the arm of the chair. She was already moist and he could see the glistening dew on her cunt. He wiped a finger through her juice and then slowly licked his tongue across the wetness, savouring her taste.

He knelt down on the pillow, directly between her legs, she could feel his breath against her skin, he was so close to her intimacy. His fingers moved to her pussy and glided across the smooth soft skin, gently teasing her, coaxing a reaction from her most sensitive area. She moaned deeply at his touch, and with this encouragement he continued to explore. He gently separated her pussy lips, and then leaning lower, allowed his tongue to trace the contours of her swollen red sex. He felt her texture, the soft spongy lips which he drew into his mouth and the hardness of her clitoris beneath his probing tongue. He worshipped her cunt with long delicious licks, each one extracting a gasp from her throat.

His retrieved the vibrator from the desk, and she heard the familiar buzz as he switched it on. He held it against her hole, allowing only the tip to penetrate her. She moved her hand to his, and guided him, taking the length of the vibrator inside her. She felt the pressure against her cervix, and forced herself to exhale a long deep breath. She was so close to cumming and wanted to prolong the sensations flooding through her body. He twisted the vibrator inside her while continuing Escort Aydın the firm licks of his tongue over her clit, and felt the first throws of her orgasm as her cunt tensed and throbbed. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair, and her head tilted back her eyes closed in ecstasy as she called his name. Her breathing was deep and heavy as her climax overtook her, and she screamed. His tongue now glided gently over her pussy, as he allowed her to come slowly back to earth, and he removed the vibrator and replaced it on the desk.

She opened her eyes, and looked at him with a deep love, his erection was solid, and she desperately needed to feel his cock inside her. He positioned himself between her open legs with his cock just touching her pussy. She felt him rub himself through her cunt, his precum transferred to her, and her juices washing his slit. He penetrated her slowly, inch by inch, her pussy opening, her lips massaging his shaft as he entered her. He hooked his arms under her legs, and gripped the arms of the chair. The only movement now needed was for him to rock back and forward, the momentum strong enough to fuck her, as his cock slid in and out. She felt the deep pressure as his cock filled her, and she gripped the back of his head with her hands, pulling his face to her breasts. His mouth closed around one hard nipple and he sucked and pulled in the same rhythm as his cock which fucked her. Their moans were now synchronised as he continued to pump in and out of her, each time allowing the tip of his cock to slide out before, penetrating her again. He could feel her juice running down his cock, lubricating him, his balls slapping against her arse, as he sucked unmercifully on her erect nipples.

Her fingers were twisted in his hair, pulling and tugging, encouraging his climax which she knew was building along with her own. His voice was deep as he breathed her name, his spine tingling, his balls full, and ready to despatch. He could feel the softness inside her cunt stroking his glans, his foreskin pulled back tight around his cockhead. With each penetration her clitoris throbbed and she grinded herself onto his cock, sucking every inch of him deep within her – her cunt closing round the base of his shaft, gripping their sexes together. They climaxed together, their heat and sweat a signal of their combined orgasm, both crying out the others name, as his cum fired inside her. His cock pulsated, pushing cum deep into her vagina, coating her with the stickiness of his lust. She could feel his shaft throbbing against her clitoris which added to her orgasm, and a spasm raced through her, as her legs turned to jelly. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him as her whole body quivered with pleasure.

They stayed like that, entwined with the chair, for several minutes, before breaking apart. Her mug of tea which stood on the desk was now cold. Her screensaver of waves crashing onto a distant beach blinked at them invitingly. She stood up from the chair, and a trail of cum and pussy juice smeared across the black leather. He wrapped his arms around her waist; his face pressed against her hair, and nuzzled her ear. I love you.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a fictional story in a fictional series of a fictional married couple proposing fictional sex outside their fictional marriage. If you find the subject matter objectionable, please move on.

You may want to read Walt and Rhonda Ch. 05 to get the background, but it’s not essential.

*

It had been more than two months since Walt and Rhonda had confirmed their deepest suspicions and most exciting fantasies about each other. After ten years of wonderful married life and loving sex they had each had sexual experiences outside their marriage, each hiding it from the other, terrified of being discovered while teasing each other that they were doing it, and at the same time hoping and wondering if the other was doing the same. Finally, at a party, they’d had the opportunity to separately see each other having sex with another person, and realizing their fantasies. Afterwards they had discussed it, and agreed that since no had had been hurt, and since they both enjoyed what they did, and they each enjoyed the idea of each other enjoying it, that they would continue, only without secrets. Hiding nothing from each other, no lies, no secrets; that was the pact they made.

For the first few weeks following their emotional reunion after witnessing each other’s dalliances, they had returned to their regular sex lives, making slow, wonderful love, considerate of each other’s needs and wants. They sexually reset their norms, making sure they were still okay, that these new events hadn’t changed them, or irreparably damaged their relationship. Each knew that the relationship had changed, had grown, or stretched to include new boundaries, but their personal, intimate relationship was strong as ever, once again firmly rooted in trust and open communication.

Rhonda was happy to have given up her outside activities, but was especially pleased with having lost the weight of her deceit, her lies by omission. As they rediscovered themselves these few weeks, she thought, it was a great relief to not have her secrets dangling over her head, weighing her down, and a bigger relief to know that Walt wasn’t angry, or jealous. In fact he was excited to hear some of her stories that night, some while she sucked his cock, and others when she was on top of him, riding his shaft. But for weeks after the party the subject had not been raised, and it had been just them, together, like old times.

A few weekends after the party they had gone to dinner on a weeknight (a WEEKNIGHT of all things, who would have imagined!), just to spend some time together. The restaurant was surprisingly busy for a Thursday, but they sat quietly, eating and talking. They chatted about work, and Walt mentioned that he might have to go out of town in few weeks. He hadn’t been away for a while, she realized, and wondered if he had been avoiding his trips because of their recent past activities. They had only occurred when they were apart. She considered bringing it up, but let the thought slide. Walt was relating the vendor he had to visit; he’d be gone four days, there were three plant visits, company officers, meetings. At his last trip he’d fucked the owner’s wife, and Rhonda felt a little tingle inside remembering Walt telling her what they had done. It had been pretty hot. Her pussy twitched at the memory, and her thoughts drifted to sex as they talked.

And she looked around the restaurant.

There were a number of couples seated around them, and more at the bar, visible from the dining room. She wondered if any of them were like Walt and her, prepared to share themselves with others; if their relationships were strong and loving and understanding like the one she shared with Walt. She smiled wistfully at the ones who looked happy and content, and felt sorry for the ones who ate in silence, existing together, not enjoying themselves.

It occurred to her then that she was trying to determine if she could detect, just by looking, if a couple had an open relationship. And she realized that if that were true, if you could see it, then they could surely see it in her and Walt. She blushed with momentary embarrassment. What would these people, these regular, ordinary people, think of her? Would they be shocked? Or would they just give a knowing smile, because they were doing the same thing? She drifted off, ruminating on the possibilities, until she felt Walt’s hand on hers.

“Hey,” she heard him say, “where’d you go just now?”

She came back to herself to find her eyes had settled on a young couple at a nearby table, and when she snapped back to reality she saw they were looking her way and grinning. She gasped in surprise, and turned away, blushing and flustered, to answer Walt’s question.

“Oh, sorry, I was just thinking,” she stammered. “I guess I drifted off a little.” She smiled at him to cover her thoughts and embarrassment. What would that young couple think of her? Her eyes darted back, but the young couple had returned to their meal and conversation. Aydın Escort She turned to Walt and he was looking where her eyes had been. When he returned to her, he was smiling broadly.

“You sexy, brazen hussy,” he whispered in a low voice, “were you checking that guy out?”

She was momentarily speechless, both because she hadn’t been, and because the subject of other people had not come up for several weeks. She looked at his face. He wasn’t angry. He was — what? Entertained?

“No, you idiot,” she joked, but her hand fiddled with her napkin. “No, don’t be silly.”

“You were, weren’t you? You were checking out that young stud eating dinner with his wife.”

“I was not,” she insisted, and her eyes drifted back to the young couple, who were smirking and stealing furtive glances at her. Oh, my God, she thought, I bet they think that I WAS staring at him! But even as she thought it, her eyes scanned the younger man, his relaxed body, his long legs under their table, his easy good looks, and the devilish smirk on his face. And her pussy confirmed her opinion.

“You were,” Walt grinned at her, “you just did it again!”

She felt her face go red and she put her hand up to hide her embarrassment. “Oh, God that’s embarrassing,” she muttered. “I was not checking him out before, but I admit I did just now.” She looked up at him and grinned. “And they saw me! It’s so embarrassing!” She dropped her hands to the table as the redness left her face.

Walt snickered at her. “Don’t worry yourself, dear,” he said covering her hand with his. “I think they enjoyed it.” She saw his eyes dart in their direction, then return to hers. “So, you would go for that? Is he your type?”

“Walt! Stop it!” Rhonda’s embarrassment returned, shocked to hear him asking such a frank question out loud, after so many weeks of not addressing the topic. She took a moment to accustom herself to the idea that she was openly discussing her potential for attraction to other men with her husband in a public place. She wondered why it didn’t seem more unusual. And more strangely, that discussing it publicly was, well, a little titillating, almost dangerous.

Her words were stern, but with a smile. “What are you talking about? I don’t have a type.” She lowered her voice, and put her hand on his. “Except you, of course; you’re my type.”

“Good to know,” he said, “I was kidding of course.” He gazed into her eyes and his lips curled a little into half a smirk. “But are you interested? What kind of man interests you?”

Before answering she had another momentary flash of being outside herself, observing her position, and being a little amazed that she would be openly discussing with her husband what makes another man attractive to her. “It’s not just looks, you know. Physical attraction is important, but there has to be more, a connection. I have to meet him, talk to him, feel comfortable. Remember Andy? The Car Rental guy? Like that. Not just handsome, but also an emotional match. I don’t just survey the crowd and settle on an attractive face with a hard cock.” She glanced sideways, making sure her voice was low enough. “Not that there isn’t a lot to be said for hard cock!” she grinned. “And that young man over there is with his wife, and I’m with you, so I can see he looks nice, but that’s not what I’m thinking of.”

“So,” Walt asked, smirking openly, “what if you were here, and alone, and horny?” he teased.

“Well, then,” she teased back, leaning in towards her husband, “I’d just tell him I wanted to suck his hard cock, provided he could go again, and fuck my brains out!” She saw movement from in the corner of her eye, and turned to see the waitress there, and the look on the girl’s face told her that her voice had been a little too loud on that last comment.

Rhonda lowered her head almost to the table and buried her face in her hands, hearing Walt’s laugh.

“Should I come back?” the waitress asked tentatively. And despite herself, Rhonda began laughing, too. She picked her head up.

“No, it’s fine,” she laughed.

“How is everything tonight? Can I get you folks anything else?” As she spoke she removed the empty plates. “Would you like some coffee or dessert?”

“Dessert sounds great,” Walt told her, and Rhonda agreed. The waitress smiled and left, returning with dessert menus. They selected quickly, and Rhonda waited until the waitress delivered the desserts before speaking again.

“I hope I didn’t scare her,” she said.

“”Yes,” Walt kidded her with sarcastic humor, “I bet she never heard those words before. I’m sure she’s shattered.” He grinned and lowered his voice. “You know, Ronnie, it’s exciting hearing you talk like that. It’s been so long since we teased each other.”

Rhonda looked at him, measuring her response, not sure she wanted to bring up how they had kept secrets from each other. “Actually,” she told him, “the last time may have been when we went away together.” They looked Aydın Escort Bayan at each other, both knowing that their teasing had led to their flings with others, and the discomfort of their secrets were not completely gone. Rhonda was determined not to let it ruin the evening. “And,” she added, grinning, “it’s about time we started again.”

“I think you’re right,” he said, and reached for her hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing her fingers. “I love you, honey. I’m so lucky to have such a lovely, wonderful, sexy wife, and I am glad we stopped torturing ourselves.” He grinned mischievously. “Teasing each other is so much fun, and I confess, I am a little, uh, stimulated, hearing you talk so sexy and dirty.”

“Walt, are you getting a boner?”

“About half so far, yeah.”

“Well, then, if you were alone, and sitting there with half an erection, who would YOU go for? Hmm? Is that young man’s wife your type?” She looked at him slyly. “Or would you go for the waitress.”

“Honestly, hon, I don’t know,” he said, eating his cheesecake. “You remember what happened to me those times. I didn’t do the seducing. I was taken, by loose wanton women.” He grinned broadly. “Not unlike yourself!”

“You didn’t put up much of a fight, as I recall from your stories,” she grinned back. “Is that what attracts you to a woman? The fact that she’ll spread her legs for you?”

“Ouch,” he kidded, “you make it sound so cheap. But no,” he explained, “that’s not it. Obviously, like you said, there is some physical attraction, but there’s more. There’s plenty of attractive women in the world.” He looked at her, and touched her hand. “Not as attractive as you, of course.”

“Well done,” she congratulated him.

“But I don’t just lust after every attractive woman. There needs to be something more, a sexual spark, a sign of lust, a mutual, I don’t know, idea.” She watched him struggle to find the words. “There is something deeply alluring about a woman who knows she wants sex, who likes it enough to take a chance on a guy she just met.” He winked at her. “Like you, Ronnie.” She laughed and he continued. “The women who turn me on are attractive, sexy, seductive, and are attracted to me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Again, like you,” he said, and smiled.

“You, sir,” Rhonda said, smiling as she pushed her empty plate away and reached for the last of her wine, “are a sweet talking devil, and I love you to death. And what sexy, horny woman wouldn’t be hot for you?” They laughed together as the waitress picked up the check, and they stood to exit. “But I’m a little nervous about sending you out in the world to be the unsuspecting victim of every woman with an itch to scratch,” she said, wrapping her arm around his, and leaning into his shoulder as they walked to the car.

“You think I’m naïve? A babe in the woods?”

“Maybe a little,” she giggled.

“It’s true, I admit it,” he said, holding her car door open. “I fell for your wily and seductive charms, didn’t I?’ He leaned in and kissed her as she sat down. Her hand touched his cheek lightly as their lips met, brushing lightly.

“You are something, mister,” she whispered as he pulled back, looking into her eyes. “You better get me home quickly, or I may have to go find some satisfaction for myself.”

“Not tonight, woman,” he said, standing outside her open car door. “Tonight you are all mine.” He closed the door with an exaggerated flourish and thumped his chest dramatically. She was still laughing when he got in the car.

That were still enjoying the humor as they walked in the door of their home, and Walt took her into his arms, holding her body close to his, but with his shoulders and head pulled back, looking at her silently, and smiling a little.

“What,” she said, searching his face for a clue to his thoughts. “What is it? Is my makeup running?” Then she saw a smile form on his lips. “Is there a bug on my face?” she kidded, and his smile broadened. She loved his smile.

“You,” he told her, his voice solemn and serious despite the smile on his face, “are the most beautiful, sexy, hot woman any man could ever want,” he told her. “I love you, Rhonda, and I love loving you, and I am the luckiest man in the world for loving you.”

And Rhonda felt her stomach flip and her knees go weak and her face moved to his and they kissed, slowly and teasingly like lovers; she thrilled at the fact that they could still kiss like lovers after ten years of marriage. Their hands were at each other’s faces, caressing cheeks, touching necks, and lips parted, tongues touched, then began probing, mouths open and pressing lightly. His hands moved around her, to her back, then to her ass, pressing her against him. She felt him getting hard against her.

Her lips left his mouth, moved to his chin, his neck, then down his chest, kissing him through his shirt as she bent, then knelt, her hands sliding down his chest to his pants as she kissed his growing erection Escort Aydın though his pants. She opened his pants, pulling the zipper down, tugged his briefs down below his balls and released him. She gazed lovingly at his half hard dick before planting a kiss on the tip, then licking the head. She heard him moan appreciatively.

“Is this how you would do it?” he asked, and she looked up at him questioningly.

“Do what?” she asked, holding his shaft at the base with one hand, the other on his stomach as he worked his pants down past his hips, letting them drop to his ankles.

“Is this how you would do him, after you pick him out, and meet him?”

She knew what he wanted then. “Oh, yes, baby,” she said, and her eyes drilled into his. “I’d open his pants and drop to my knees and tell him I wanted to suck his cock with my slutty married mouth.” She opened her lips, still looking into his eyes, and took the head inside, feeling the spongy head squirm around her swirling tongue,

“Show me how you want him,” he whispered, “show me how you want his cock.”

She hummed her delight on his head and felt his hips twitch, and lowered her eyes and began to work his cock, loving the feel of his hard shaft in her mouth as she moved her head down, taking as much of him inside as she could fit, and sucking as she drew back.

“Oh, yeah, you beautiful, married slut, suck my cock,” he encouraged, and his dirty words inspired her, and she began pumping his shaft with her mouth and hand, swirling her fist as she sucked him. “Yeah, that’s it, oh, you suck my cock so good, you love a nice hard cock in your mouth, don’t you, you horny slut?”

She pulled off, rubbing his saliva-slicked head across her lips. “Yeah, baby, I love to suck a nice hard cock.” She licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip, stretching it from his cockhead to her tongue, then taking him back inside her mouth, sucking and bobbing her head.

“Doesn’t your husband take care of you?” he asked teasingly.

She pulled off again. “He takes good care of me,” she said, her face hot with desire, and her pussy leaking into her panties. “But he’s not here now, and you are, and your cock is hard, and I want you to cum in my mouth,” she hissed. She opened her mouth wide, laid her tongue out flat beneath his cock, and watched him watching her as she inserted his cock far into her mouth before closing her lips around it. She pressed down, forcing it into the back of her mouth, until she gagged a little. She began pumping her head enthusiastically, hearing him groan.

“M-mm, yeah, suck my hard cock. I’m going to cum in your married mouth, I’m going to shoot my cum in your slut mouth.” She felt his hips jerk and his cock pulsed, and she fondled his ball sack as she stroked his cock with her mouth, urging his release. Her saliva dripped from her lips, and she sucked, and pumped, and listened to him grunt and moan. When she felt him getting close, she looked up, stroking his cock at her open mouth.

“Cum for me, baby, cum in my mouth so I can tell my husband how good your cum tasted, how I swallowed your hot load of cum.” She kept her eyes on his as his cock swelled, and jerked, and she wrapped her lips around the head. She felt the pulse in her hand as the first spurt of his cum shot into her mouth, coating her tongue with his hot, salty load, and she held it in her mouth, letting his eruption fill her mouth, groaning as his semen emptied into her. She pulled back as he finished, allowing the last drips to coat her lips as she swallowed her mouthful.

She looked up at him, lips glistening with his seed, and smiled. “Happy? Did you like that?” She stood and threw her arms over his shoulders. “More important, do you think HE would like it?”

“No,” he told her, “the most important is that YOU enjoyed it. I love to see you enjoy yourself; it’s always been my greatest turn on, seeing you sexy and horny and hot. It’s my dream, seeing you out of control, unable to help yourself. What man could resist you?” He kissed her then, tasting the remnant of his climax on her lips. His arms caressed her back, sliding down to her butt, pressing his still half-hard cock against her. “When you put the moves on a guy, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“What about you?” she asked, as his hands caressed her back. “What would you do to seduce a woman?”

“Oh, you want to see my moves?” He faced her, his hand on her arm, lightly grazing her skin with his fingertips.

“Yeah, I want to see your moves baby. I need to know that the women you fuck are impressed with you.” She grinned broadly. “I can’t have them thinking I didn’t train you right!”

He leaned into her, one hand at the small of her back, pulling her hips close to him, and kissed her lightly, the other hand behind her head, stroking her neck and playing in her hair. She returned the kiss, their tongues dancing.

“M-mm, that’s nice,” she said, breaking the kiss, and the hand from her back moved around, sliding up her front to slowly cup her breast through her shirt. “Oh, yeah, she likes that,” she cooed. He kissed her lips again, harder this time, then moved his hands to her shoulders and firmly turned her, so her back faced him, and she craned her neck as his lips found her throat under her ear.

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This is the second part to the story “Used but not abused”. While you don’t really need to read the first part it will make this a whole lot easier to understand.

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At first I was too shocked to really catch what she had said but then it clicked and I rushed to the door and there she was — even though she looked like she’d fallen into a swimming pool with her clothes on she was just as sexy as I remembered her. There was a good sized suitcase at her feet and a taxi right behind her in the driveway. She looked at me, then back down the laneway to the waiting taxi then back to me with a questioning look on her face. She didn’t say anything but the question was quite clear — I invited her in and paid off the taxi.

When I came back in she was still standing on the tile by the door and I could see she was shaking. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call…”

Whatever else she was planning on saying dissolved into tears so I did the only thing I figured would help — I put my arms around her, hugged her to me and held her tight. It worked — after a few minutes she stopped crying and said, “I’m so sorry, first I got your floor wet and now I’ve gotten you all wet.”

“Doesn’t really matter, the floor will dry and I’m not that wet — but you are. I’m going to grab you a blanket she caught on pretty quickly and moved up so that her beautiful, smooth, wet pussy was right over my face. As she lowered her pussy to meet my tongue, my tongue was already stretching out to meet her pussy. I’m sure there’re guys who’d disagree but if I had to choose between a blowjob and eating pussy, I’ll go for the pussy every time! Tina quickly realized that she could easily move so that my tongue would go where she wanted it the most and she took full advantage Artvin Escort of it. I could tell she wanted my tongue on her clit but my hands on her hips could somewhat restrict her movement so she settled on directing my tongue along the folds of her pussy and up and down her slit. Sometimes she’d stop moving so I could please one particular spot for a bit and then she’d move so I could search out the next spot to lick and nibble on.

Right from the first lick her breaths were noticeably shorter and raspier so I was pretty sure she wasn’t far away from another orgasm. I teased and pleased her until her whole body started to quiver and only then did I pull her hips down toward my chest and wrap my lips around her clit for the first time. As soon as I started sucking on her clit her orgasm washed over her and what had been quivers changed to what would be easiest to describe as minor convulsions. Sometimes I wished I had neighbours closer to watch over the place if I was out but the way that she screamed when she came made me glad that no one was within easy hearing range. As quickly as her body had tensed it now relaxed and she pretty much rolled off and collapsed beside me.

I rolled to face her, put one arm on her chest so I could stroke her side and breast and the other came up a bit to touch her face and hair. As soon as I touched her she rolled slightly towards me and our lips met yet again. I knew my whole face was covered with her juices but that didn’t seem to bother her at all as she alternated between kissing me and sucking/nibbling on my lips. Damn that woman could kiss!

“That was amazing,” she said with a smile, “but you did say ‘a few’…”

“Indeed I did!” was my reply as I slid my fingers down across her soft smooth belly until they found Artvin Escort Bayan that wonderfully smooth, wet slit that led the way to her opening. Even though I could feel her arching against my fingers, obviously trying to get more inside her I spend the next few minutes just barely touching her lips and slit, every so often allowing a finger to just barely slide inside before withdrawing it. Every time my finger started to slide into her I could feel her thrust herself toward me, trying to get more of my finger inside. After a few minutes of teasing I let her have her way and when she thrust up I slid my finger as far inside her as I could. It slid in extremely easily but when the rest of my hand touched her mound I could feel everything tighten around my finger. I stroked it in and out, speeding up gradually until I could tell by her breathing that she was really close to another orgasm then I added a second finger and began stroking the rough spot toward the top of her vagina.

That was all it took for her to explode in another orgasm, not as strong as the last one but definitely notably strong. Instead of stopping to let her catch her breath, I sped up a bit, adding first one and then two more fingers as I thrust in and out of her. It only took a few minutes before her breathing was getting quick and raspy again as she got closer to another orgasm. When I thought she was close to coming, I shifted so that I could keep thrusting my fingers into her but also reach her clit with my tongue. She’d thoroughly enjoyed my oral talents earlier and she’d had a nice cum from my fingers so I figured if I combined them it should be a really big orgasm and I was right. As soon as my tongue touched her clit she started to shake and when I put my lips around it and sucked Escort Artvin hard she pretty much exploded. She got so wet that my face and hand were drenched and I was pretty sure I felt a couple of actual squirts of cum against my shoulder.

I moved back up beside her again until we were laying side by side, slightly facing each other. The smile on Tina’s face looked so peaceful and satisfied that I had to smile too. When she looked up and saw my smile her whole face lit up and she rolled the rest of the way toward me and kissed me. It wasn’t like I could get any harder but as soon as our lips touched, it felt like a pulse ran between us. I’m pretty sure she felt it too because she pulled back, looked at me with a curious expression on her face and then we moved together again for a longer, hotter kiss that definitely indicated we weren’t close to done yet. When our lips parted, she started kissing her way down my neck, across my chest and down my stomach toward my cock and her eyes never left mine until she was level with my crotch.

“Now let me make you cum!” she whispered and then her lips touched the head of my cock. She spent the next few minutes kissing and licking every square inch of my rod before finally taking the head in her mouth and slowly took me into her mouth. It likely wasn’t more than a minute but it felt like forever before her lips were firmly pressed against my pubic bone. I’d only had a couple of girlfriends who could take my whole 7″ in without gagging but she did it so smoothly that it wasn’t until I felt her throat tighten around my shaft that I realized she’d gone all the way down on me. Just as slowly she backed off until there was just a trail of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. She did that several times and just when I was starting to get into the rhythm she changed and started sucking on the head as she stroked the shaft. After a few minutes of that she must have sensed that I was getting close to cumming because she stopped, looked up at me and asked, “do you want to cum in my mouth, my pussy or maybe my ass?”

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Author’s Note: The very first comment on my first published story was from an enigmatic Literotarian appellationed madalice. She avered a fetish for blowjobs and offered the following challenge to those who perused her Biography tab.

Married, monogamous, occasionally bored and wanting to hear and ONLY hear what you would like to do if you were in a dark room with me on my knees in front of you and you had 20 minutes to do whatever you wanted before you had to leave. Not interested in meeting, emailing, or chatting, just want to hear your fantasies.

I wrote the following story in response to her challenge. When it was published I contacted her to tell her what I’d done. I never heard from her. Not once. But I still think of her fondly from time to time.

* ~ *

I was moving across country, from South Florida to East Washington State. A long first day’s drive got me to the hills of Western North Carolina where I sought refuge from the road, and a drink. The twenty minutes I spent in that bar were the most unforgettable moments of my life.

Minutes One Through Five

The room was very dark, easily the darkest tavern I’ve ever been in. The bar, and indeed the entire place, was illuminated entirely by three small candles. I wondered if there was a power outage. I approach the flame that flickered in the center and stood beside you. Including the bartender, you, and me, there were exactly as many people as there were candles. You must have known I stood next to you intentionally.

I placed my order. “A pitcher of Cosmopolitans, please.”

“Look mister,” the barkeep said eyeing my silk slacks and cashmere sweater that, even in low light, told him I was a stranger to that town even if my order hadn’t. “We’re just a beer and whiskey joint…”

I took out a money clip and placed a hundred dollar bill on the bar. As the bartender picked up his complimentary copy of Mr. Boston’sOfficial Bartender’s too short for a timid woman but then, you weren’t the scared sort, were you. Your legs were bare with the hint of last summer’s tan still clinging to them. They were crossed and there was a glint of gold on your right ankle.

“Hi, I’m Luke,” I said, sitting down.

You turned and I saw your full face framed in candlelight. It was beautiful in a way few women are. Not movie star gorgeous in the manner most men think of beauty. Yours was a beauty of burning desire, a scorching projection of the yearning that tormented you.

“I don’t know you,” you said, refusing to look at me.

It didn’t matter what you said, I just wanted you to speak. I wanted you to open your mouth so I could glimpse your pink tongue. It was a pretty, pale pink. Beautiful. I knew because I’m a tongue aficionado. I brushed your hair behind your ear letting my fingers trail gently along your neck and bare shoulder.

The bartender returned with a pitcher full of a pink concoction some of which was poured into a whiskey sour glass. Taking the glass and raising it in salute, Artvin Escort I took a sip. I nodded and he smiled.

“Another glass please,” I said. “Won’t you join me?”

I deliberately ordered my sentences to let you, and him, know that, to me, your answer was a foregone conclusion. Rising from my stool, I nodded to a table in a far, even darker corner.

“I’m married.”

“It doesn’t matter. I have something your husband doesn’t.”

You glanced at the bartender. I couldn’t see him; I was looking only at you. You lifted your hand to me and I helped you up.

Placing the pitcher and glasses on the table, I held a chair for you. I made sure I angled it as I helped slide it in. I sat next to rather than across from you. I poured full glasses; we sipped the sweet, potent liquid.

Minutes Six Through Ten

“I find you ravishingly beautiful.”

“You want something.”

“All men want something. I, however, have something. Something you want.”

“What? What do you have?” I could make out the tiniest of smiles on your lips.

Your legs were again crossed. Your skirt hem was at mid-thigh. The gold chain on your ankle was only a few inches from my hand. A charm of bright-red enameled lips dangled from the gold. Gently I touched it.

“May I?” I asked only after I’d already done that for which I sought permission. My fingertips traced along your bare flesh.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Why do you wear it?”

“Don’t you know?” You were already on your second Cosmo.

“Some married women wear ankle jewelry to send messages of sexual availability, that they are “hot wives.” Is that what you are? Does your husband like you to fool around with other men?”

You sipped in silence knowing your lack of a denial encouraged me, was tantamount to a yes. I continued to caress your lower leg.

“Your skin is so incredibly smooth and soft. I’d love to kiss you all over your body. Would you like that?”

You shook your head no. I moved my hand above your knee. You uncrossed your legs and parted your thighs. They felt like new satin. I let my finger brush against your panty. The degree of wetness there didn’t surprise me. You moaned softly. You were even more wild and wanton than I suspected.

“What is it you have for me? What is it you think I want?” Your voice is low and sultry.

“Don’t you know?” I asked turning your own question against you. I poured you another drink.

“Some men think I want their cocks. They think I wear this anklet as a symbol, signifying a desire to drop to my knees and make love to them with my mouth. Is that what you think?”

The finger pressing against your panties felt new dampness and a gentle throbbing as your blood transfered the rhythm of your heart to your clitoris.

I smiled and sipped my drink employing the subtleties of a non-denial myself. I felt you contract your pussy deliberately forcing the slippery dew of your Bartholin’s gland through the mesh of Artvin Escort Bayan your panty and onto my finger.

Gently, I rubbed a slick knuckle back and forth against your leg while my fingertip stroked your panty-covered pussy. You contracted again, this time involuntarily.

“Please,” you begged expressing an urgent, uncontrollable hunger. I felt my own Cowper’s goo sliding down my scrotum.

I watched desire sparkle in your eyes in silence. I wanted a complete, explicit sentence.

“Please,” you said again when your passion became unbearable. “Let me kneel for you.”

Minutes Eleven Through Fifteen

Your panties were soaked. I hooked my finger under the gusset feeling the hotness of your naked labia and pulled the panty crotch away from your flesh.

“They’re too wet. Besides, I want them. Go into the ladies room and take them off.”

Even in my lecherous trance, I still rose like a gentleman as you got to your feet. I moved back a pace so the wall would support me. I stared in delighted amazement as you stood away from the table and slowly lifted the hem of your skirt. In response, I lowered my fly. I had no idea where the bartender was nor did I care.

You never took your eyes from mine as you pushed your panties over your hips letting them float down your lovely legs. I slid my hand into my pants and extracted my steely erection. I was not wearing underwear and I took my hand away, leaving my shaved genitals, penis and testicles, exposed outside my zipper.

With the tip of your shoe, you lifted your panties placing them on the table where I had sat. With your shoe on the table, you reached down, unclasped the ankle bracelet and draped it over the panties.

Moving to me, you wrapped your arms around my neck pulling my lips to yours. You pushed yourself against my phallus while ravenously tasting the flesh inside my mouth.

“Suck me,” I said, finally prying your mouth from mine. Yours was the most wanton groan I’d ever heard. You slid easily to your knees.

You placed your hands on my thighs as you kissed my lower ball sac. I grasped my cockshaft and jerked it lightly causing a soft tea bagging of my nuts on your nose. You moved forward and began licking my balls. First one, then the other, taking each into your hot mouth. When I felt a warm wetness envelop both at once, I knew what an extraordinary person you were.

I continued to jerk my dick while enjoying the incredible feeling a man only experiences when his balls are sucked. My hand fell away from my cock as I drifted on an erotic ocean of bliss.

Too soon, your hunger required that you abandon my testicles. Moving your mouth higher, I felt your tongue on my cock shaft. That beautiful tongue, I thought to myself. It seemed so long ago that I watched your mouth as you spoke just to catch a glimpse of its erotic pinkness within.

Up and down you went, ten times, fifteen times, twenty times before letting your lips enjoy the same pleasures Escort Artvin as your tongue. You continued slow, hot, wet trips up and down my cock. Sometimes I could feel a soft nibbling of teeth. Never in my life had I felt anything so wonderful.

Grabbing me in your hand, you swiped your tongue at the pre-cum driven from my cockslit by your oral massage. I saw your hand slip beneath your skirt as you sought your own release while providing me mine. I lifted you up.

“Take off your skirt,” I told you. “I want to watch as you play with yourself.”

My cock drizzled a steady stream of pre-cum as you unhooked the clasp and pulled down the zipper. In a public bar, from the waist down, an incredibly exciting woman was clad only in her shoes. I was on erotic overload and strings of goo dangled from my cockslit and fell to the floor.

Minutes Sixteen Through Twenty

As you settled back down to you knees, I suddenly wondered about the man lucky enough to be married to you. A thought raced through my mostly dysfunctional brain.Is the bartender your husband? I opened my eyes but was suffering debilitating lust blindness.

The only things I could see were the bobbing of your head and your hand below, pushing furiously at your pussy. A large pool of slippery looking liquid was forming on the floor beneath you.

Your mouth quickly enveloped me to my balls. The silk of your saliva coated throat encased my cock indescribably. I wouldn’t last much longer. The moans in your throat as you pleasured both of us were like a buzzing vibrator pressed against my cockhead. Up and down you went, deep throating me on every stroke.

You pulled your mouth off me and whispered a scream, “Oh god, I’m cummmming! Oh shit! Oh Fuck!! Oh FUCK!!!”

My cock, abandoned by your soft mouth, throbbing only against the thick saloon air, began cumming on its own as I listened to your passion erupt. A squirt splattered in your hair with another on your forehead before you recaptured me with your hungry mouth.

Your lips went straight to the base and I fired directly into your throat. I felt your esophagus massage my cockhead as you swallowed. My knees were trembling and I struggled to remain vertical.

Never before had I cum so much. Never had I been so sated. Never would I forget those moments with a woman whose name I didn’t even know.

I assisted you as you gingerly rose to your feet. Taking you in my arms, I kissed you with the tenderness that emerges when passion subsides. I slipped off my sweater and dabbed the semen from your face and hair.

Kneeling for the last time, you sweetly cleaned my cock then pushed it back through its fly and pulled the zipper closed. Just before standing, you gave it one last silk-covered kiss.

I traceed my fingers against your cheek as I picked up your panties and pressed them to my nose and lips before thrusting them into my pocket. I dangled the gold chain across my palm rubbing the ruby charm with my thumb before dropping it next to the panties.

I handed you the semen stained cashmere and watched as you hugged it to your breast.

Tomorrow, I would drive another thousand miles. Even if I tried, I knew I’d never find that bar again, and I would never find another woman like you. Never.

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Motivated for Badminton

I woke up in a vast, airy room. A powerful ventilation blasted continuously and echoed in the space. A gymnasium… I was sitting on the floor, in the middle of one of the badminton courts that were set up. And I was in the only one that was lit. I recognized this gymnasium, but it looked like there were no walls right now, making it look completely different from where I had badminton practice usually.

‘Hello?’ I called out… No answer.

I was seeing blurry in front of me. Searching around for my glasses, I also found my badminton racket, and I wondered How did I fall down? How did I get here?

I put on my glasses, took my racket. I got up and started for the exit sign glowing in the dark, to find out if there was anyone else at all in the building.

‘Ben, are you up for a game?’

Startled, I spun around to look where there was nobody a second ago. I squinted and saw across the court a familiar player from my weekly badminton practice: Suzanne. But she was there with you, Jessica, my love, on the same side of the court and that was very unfamiliar, and very peculiar to say the least.

‘Ok.’ I replied, filling the room with my echo.

‘The two of us against you, you can handle that, I’m sure?’

‘Maybe…’ I hesitated. Suzanne’s game was very decent. She had improved a lot over the last year.

There was a pause. You hadn’t spoken yet…

‘How about we played strip-badminton this time?’ Suzanne said.

No words came out of me, but I felt my face turn into a frown, meaning What the fuck?

‘Whoever loses the round takes off an article of clothing. Score of 15. How’s that?’

‘I…’

‘You have the shuttlecock. You can begin…’

The room started spinning. I started gesticulating in every direction, swiping the air with my racket. Sometimes, I did hit the bird with it. SNAP! Somebody smashed. Spinning my head too late, the bird was already on the floor behind me.

I stomped and dashed, helpless, trying to catch that fluorescent bird whistling through the air. SNAP! Again. The sound echoed in the darkness. I almost ducked, afraid the bird would hit me in the chest. There it landed on my side of the court again, far corner.

I was already taking a beating. I heard you two laughing, apparently anticipating my undressing.

‘At that pace, you’ll get naked long before us, you dirty boy.’ was the first thing you said.

Serve. We rallied up the shots. I ran to the corners, leaping. SNAP! I smashed, and you saved it on time. You were doing pretty good, too.

‘You’re such a pervert, Ben. You want to win this so much and see us naked. Admit it! ‘ Suzanne laughed. ‘I bet you’re hard from the thought already.’

I was still struggling to keep the bird up, panting, and I tried replying to Suzanne, losing my focus in the process. And the bird landed on my side again. 5-2.

‘Why are you so obsessed with big boobs? No woman could keep up with your stagnant teenage fantasies at your age.’ You said. ‘You’re a father and a husband. Show some self-control and ease off the porn, the smut, let go of your dick once in a while.’

I went back in a stance, ready for the next serve. I swerved left, leapt forth, backhanded the bird, and dove at the net for a big save.

‘I bet he has such a big sensitive cock, it gives him dirty ideas all the time.’ Suzanne said, laughing. ‘He just can’t keep it in his shorts.’

I panted. She cleared and I ran back to hit it. SNAP! I smashed, and scored, landing the bird right at the net. 8-4.

Serve again. We rallied up some impressive shots. The score was tight and the effort was satisfying on so many levels. The challenge was there, palpable. Stakes were high.

‘Oh yeah.’ You said. ‘You should see how he always wants to give me back rubs when he’s naked. He always ends up pulling down my pants to rub my ass and slip his big hard cock in my ass crack. He gets such a kick out of this, it drives him crazy…’

I stomped to the left, trying to save the shot. The yellow bird whizzed past me so often, I lost count. I felt helpless, gesticulating and running in every direction. The room was still spinning and the ventilation was deafening.

I was starting to feel humiliated.

‘Then, I suppose he lays down afterwards and expects that you tend to his needs?’ Suzanne said, grunting in effort. ‘To drain his poor bloated balls?’

I started for a smash, but faked it and hit a drop shot at the net, landing on your side. I was losing, but that was an extra point for me. 11-6.

‘That, my dear, usually doesn’t keep you from asking for back rubs all the time.’ I Artvin Escort said. ‘And I’m pretty sure you enjoy the extra friction from my hot cock. Me getting naked for these back rubs is, I admit, a little bit of self-torture. But I do it, if not for ending up in intercourse, for myself, to maintain my libido and to keep it run wild and active.’

It felt awkward. I was letting Suzanne in on our sex life as a married couple and she seemed troubled by it… in a good way.

You served, and the bird went POP! I ran back, but not fast enough, and, not being able to look, hit it in my side of the net.

Soon enough, your team served again, I didn’t know who. I ran back to catch the bird at the deep end of my court, but you tricked me and dropped me a shot at the net.

’15-7! Good game, Ben. Now, take your shirt off.’ giggled Suzanne.

And I did. Also, I noticed my cock was hard, but I don’t think you guys noticed through my black shorts. No wonder why I can’t keep up, half of my brain was working to keep my shaft up. It wasn’t like any of you ladies had torn off some clothes already, but the mere thought of it did the trick. That’s how powerful my mind is. That’s how lustful I always feel. Always. I’m a fucking pervert.

‘You know, I have superpowers.’ I said, confidently. ‘I can see through clothes. And I love what I’m seeing now.’

We started the second game. Close to no dialogue, we panted and stomped away in the gym, our echoes booming in the dark. I initiated the whole undressing idea by taking my shirt off, it was getting real. I assumed you two were starting to have some dirty thoughts of your own.

I felt good, slightly encouraged at the destabilizing effect I might have on you. SMASH! I hit the bird hard and landed in a far corner of your court. SWOOSH! It came back. I jumped around, trying to stay on top, but the room was spinning so much. I grunted and screamed under the effort.

‘You know, I might be a pervert, my love…’ SMASH! ‘…but here’s a perspective. At least, I can rely on my fantasies and my masturbation to keep myself from cheating on you! You won’t see me going out and about, satisfying urges on other women.’

I bounced, and leapt, as I tried different strategies. It was hard to think about that while my front cortex launched my libido in full overdrive again. Time was staggered and I lost track of the game sometimes, as if my brain disconnected, only to regain conscience when I seemed to be losing the game again. SWOOSH! The bird was nothing but a blur. SNAP!

I was now in the middle of a game where you two girls had taken your shirts off to reveal your tight sport bras, and where I was in my boxers, with my engorged shaft pushing them forward shamelessly. Your cleavages swaying in front of me made me more and more curious, attracting my eyes like a compass needle. I would have like to stay as a passive spectator and fully concentrate on enjoying this, but I was still the player and I could only get glimpses of the flesh of your boobs moving about, as you dove and leapt for the bird.

‘You’re so predictable, dear. I catch you staring at my tits all the time and sometimes, I wonder what I should do to maintain conversation with you. I just… don’t know. You exasperate me sometimes.’

‘I know.’ I replied. ‘I know. I’m sorry.’

SMASH! I went for a scoring hit, but you saved it right on time, jiggling your tits in front of me. SNAP! I hit it back again, at the back of your court. Suzanne ran for the save, bouncing her big tits in every direction. I was mesmerized. I thought I was putting twice as much effort as you, I was exhausted, tired. But then I thought you were putting up a damn good fight. That sure put my spirits up.

‘Try not to stare too much at our big, juicy titties, Ben. Concentrate on the game!’

‘Okay!’

Suzanne’s choice of word and intonation was definitely implying me to do the complete opposite. You were so fucking sexy. Both of you, in your tiny sports bras, concealing mouth-watering breasts. The uniform, the look, the idea of a woman even half-naked can make her that much hotter.

Still, I served and tried to play somewhat of a decent game. POP! The dizziness started again. WHISH! I hit that yellow blur flying through the hot air. I scored a few points, fooling you with some good strategies that only worked a few times. I panted, sweating all the way down to my underwear. BOOM! I ran around, stomping across my court, struggling to keep up my game, intending to keep this suspense as long as I could.

My racket was starting to feel heavy. I was getting an itch to grab my other handle.

‘Jessica, Artvin Escort Bayan I’d say it’s almost good you hold him back a little.’ Suzanne said. ‘He’s so perverted, who knows what kind of raunchy things he would do to you. I heard he has a knack for exhibitionism.’

WHAP! Your team scored again.

‘I heard he was losing his mind too while you were breastfeeding your children, since your tits get all huge and full of milk every time. I’m sure he dreams that you were squirting milk on his cock and jerked him off while he sucked your tits. Am I right, Ben?’

I had just crashed on the floor, trying to save a shot.

‘Maybe…’ I whined, rubbing my knee.

Suzanne served again. Yeah… I sure was getting served, a whooping, in fact, while you two were giving me my seven truths. I felt like I was on trial, taking all kinds of hits from two half-naked women. Though, all your attempts at making me feel guilty only made my cock harder and harder by the second, as if I wanted to be bad and show you just how bad I can be.

SWOOSH! Back to the game, it seemed like I was winning this time.

‘I’m a nice guy, you know that, baby. I love and respect you, I’ll always be your beloved husband. You know there are boundaries I wouldn’t dare crossing with you. I can never remember how you find out about my absurd fantasies, but you probably know a lot of them by now. I let them out there, and you know they exist, and who knows, maybe one of them might get right up your alley, one day, and that’s going to be your call, and yours alone.’

POP!

‘I leave you your space when I know you don’t want to get intimate, even though, yes, I can be a little intrusive sometimes. And I still want to seduce you and get to fall in love with you again, but I wish you would accept the compliments a little more often!’

At that, I dropped a clean hit right on your side of the net. You went for the save at the same time, but it was too late. It was cute, it looked as if you bowed in front of me.

You got up, and I realized I was now in a point of the game where both your shorts and bras were gone. That was a lot to handle all at once. I felt my faculties slipping away from me again, turning my body into jelly, and my overwhelming lust just floored me: I was unable to really speak from the heart like I thought I just did.

I could see 4 mouth-watering, magnificent breasts through the badminton net, gleaming with sweat in the semi darkness of the gym. You had two matching black Brazilian panties, with intricate laced waistbands. I thought that was an odd choice for a workout… Your two body frames were a little similar, though Suzanne’s tits seemed bigger, heavier. I could almost zoom in with my mind and see the smallest details of her pink, large areolas, and her puckered, puffy nipples. Your hourglass figure was killing me. As you struck a pose, I saw your hips slanting to the side, and I imagined your ass perched on top of your juicy thighs, with only a small chunk of your butt cheeks coming out your panty, calling me.

That was all too good to be true. I was waiting for one of you to pinch me back to reality, but all you two sexy creatures were doing was staring at me with heavy eyelids and heaving chests. You were holding your racket handles very suggestively between your tits. My cock was doing epileptic somersaults and leaking a good deal in my gray boxers, causing quite an obvious stain. You both looked at me with a fiery envy in your eyes. My leg was shaking and I was starting to have a hard time standing up.

‘Ben, Ben, Ben. Get a hold of yourself!’ you said. ‘There are still some articles of clothing at stake, here.’

Serve again. And the room spun out of control. Over and over, I could hear the tight sound of the rackets smashing the bird, never sure if it was even my doing. I ran around helplessly, determined to win at least one of my goals of this absurd game, which was to take off these boxers. I felt stiff like an iron bar, it almost hurt. Your generous flesh and curves just dancing in front of me were doing nothing to ease down my pain.

‘Would you like to suck on my nipples while I play with your hard cock, honey?’ you said.

‘Oh yes.’

SMASH!

‘Or maybe would you like me to do it, Ben?’ said Suzanne.

‘Yes, please…’

POP! Guess I couldn’t catch that one either.

‘Or you could drive your dick up my cleavage while you hang on to my big boobs? Would you love that? To fuck my tits?’ She said again.

‘Sounds like a lot of fun…’

WHAP!

‘Honey, do you like it when I wear revealing clothes for you in Escort Artvin public?’ you said, oddly calmly, despite the physical effort. Your voice sounded like you were actually cooing sexily in my ears, resonating in the most erogenous and carnal parts of my brain.

‘Do you get all excited from knowing that people can get a good look at my body, and still know that I’m all yours? Oh, and I bet that you lose your mind when I have no underwear.’

‘Yes…’

POP!

‘Remember that hot night at the campground, I went to the washroom, walking around the park in my white see-through nightie and cute tiny shorts? You totally flipped out when I got back, knowing that anybody out there who was up at that time could have seen my tits through my shirt…’

‘How could I forget…’

WHAP!

‘You have to admit: you’re quite the exhibitionist, you naughty boy. Admit it!’ yelled Suzanne.

‘Guilty as charged.’

And she smashed the bird right in my chest, making her juicy tits jostle about hypnotically.

‘…Or are you more of a voyeur? Mmh? You like to take peeks down my shirt without my knowing? Admit it, you dirty boy!’

The bird snapped me in the back of my head. Why was I facing the other way, I didn’t know…

‘Admit that you have a fetish for big, plump breasts, you naughty, naughty boy. Admit it!’ you screamed this time.

‘Yes. I admit it.’

And you smashed another bird in my back, as I didn’t have time to turn around after I had tried to save a shot. My cock hurt so bad, it had a hard time following my swift body movements.

‘Admit that you have such a wild libido, you have to jerk off almost every two days. Admit it!’

‘Yes.’

And another shot snapped me on the leg. These were starting to hurt.

‘Admit that you’re such a pervert. Admit it!’

‘Right, right…I am scum, I am dirt, a freak, I am nothing but a stiff phallus on legs, only looking to get all hot, hard and horny.’

The lights were turning off around the gym, until there was only one spotlight above us, casting a dramatic lighting for the final showdown. The big outcome of all that this was building up for was: Whose panties were going to drop first?

‘Say it!’

POP! SWISH! The shots were raining down on me like hail at bullet speed. And damn they hurt. BOOM! WHAP! The room was nothing but echo and streaks of light; we were stomping around, fighting the most awkward badminton game, half-naked and sweating profusely.

‘SAY IT!’

‘Honey, I…’

I felt like my capacities were being slowly withdrawn from me. I felt reduced more and more to a state of a simple organism, whose sole purpose was to feast and hunger on his own sexual fantasies, to long for what was out of reach, out of reason, lost in boundless depravity.

‘SAY IT!’

‘I love you, honey…’

‘SAY IT, you pervert!’ POP!

‘I love you so much, baby…’

My duality came into play. I was getting torn away from this dream, lost between reason and lust. I couldn’t let my most visceral impulses get the best of me. The fight was real, but was soon to be lost. The lights were dimming out more and more, while I was pummeled with badminton shuttlecocks. It was hurting me, but my cock was getting harder and harder.

SMASH!… then silence. And I had lost the game.

I stood in the middle of the dark court, relieved, huffing and puffing. My eyes got all hot with emotion when I had the vision of two strong, half-naked and incredibly sexy women that just gave me a whooping at badminton. I smiled, relieved. You two high-fived each other, laughing, proud of yourselves. Your heaving chests were sucking in the air and your cheeks were rosy from the workout, but probably from lust as well. You both looked down at your prize. Suzanne broke the silence and pointed at me with her racket:

‘Boxers down, please!’

‘Yes, madam.’

And off they came. My massive erection had all the attention my brain could give. I was 100% focused, full and hard to the point of bursting. I was insanely aroused from the situation and I dreamed within this dream that I could stay forever like this, simply enjoying the rush of being horny out of my mind. My helmet was out, gleaming in the waning lighting of the gym. It was going to be the end. I was ready to leave this place, happy. But before, it was time for this universal gesture of courtesy at the end of a sport joust. It was time… for a handshake.

We walked up to the net, shooting lustful glances at each other. Your big breasts bobbed up and down and your hips swayed endlessly, flowing towards me like oil in water.

Then I reached the net and my cock lifted it easily, finding its way into your side of the court. I pushed out my hips further and looked into your eyes. The lights were going out completely. I smiled and said : ‘Good game, girls.’ And you two vixens seized my cock delicately. Curtains out…

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February the 2nd, Groundhog’s Day, and not a chance of the little furry rodent seeing his shadow today. The snow overnight has left the world blanketed in marshmallow fluff, and there is an eerie stillness to the air. A promise of an early spring to look forward to.

The day moves quickly at the office, he catches up on all of his paperwork, the phone is quiet allowing him to finish a little earlier than normal and he sits back in his chair, closes his eyes and falls asleep.

A tapping at his door pulls him from his nap and he sits up, looking around blinking his eyes, just a little disoriented. The second rap before he realizes just what has awakened him and he calls out to come in.

His secretary smiles as she looks at his tousled hair, his sleepy eyes and tells him to go back to sleep. They are snow bound, heavy snow has fallen most of the day and the plows are having a hard time breaking a trail through the thick white stuff. It might be late night, or maybe even tomorrow morning before the parking lot can be plowed.

As if on cue, as she speaks the last word, the power goes out. They are plunged into complete darkness for a split second ,until the faint glow of emergency lighting kicks in. A collective groan echoes the office building as the 70 some staff verbally announce their anguish with the weather.

He pushes his chair back and rises, his long lean body stretching out, all 6’3″ of him, and he walks out into the hallway. The entire office makes their way to the lunch room and low, almost whispered conversations can be heard, a buzz of voices, the frustration apparent.

He slips into a chair and listens. The general conversation is about the weather, underlying tones of blaming the groundhog, poor snow removal and the lack of consideration from the power company. Cell phones are getting a work out today. As head of the morale division for the office, he wants to get a general feel, before he tries to bring them under control and put a positive spin on their forced confinement.

He knows that having a task, something specific to do keeps people calm, so he starts mentally assigning tasks to his co-workers, playing to their individual strengths, and waiting for an opening to start things rolling.

As one of the women from the cleaning department starts sobbing, her dog has been in the house all day and what will happen if she can’t get home, joined by the guy from maintenance bemoaning his cat, and all of a sudden there is an air of panic in the room. It’s like a contagion gone wild, rampant and destructive.

Slowly rising from his chair, he moves to the front of the room, clears his voice and calmly, slowly and clearly says, “Let’s put the blame where it belongs….Mother Nature…the one force that we can do nothing to stop or change. The snowplow drivers are doing their best to clear the roads, the power company needs to be able to get to the problem, and no matter if the little four legged beast saw his shadow or not…we always get six more weeks of winter.”

By the time the last word slips from his lips, the room is quiet, all eyes are on him and he can feel the tension drop…just a little, but a step in the right direction. “We need to make sure that everyone has had access to a phone, to call whoever needs to know, and tell them that they’re ok, and will be at the office until the snow is removed. Who has a cell phone that they’re willing to share?”

He looks over the room and sees about twenty hands in the air…he picks two men and two women…calling them by name and instructs them to make sure each person is asked and allowed to use the phone. “Guys, check with all the gals, gals check with all the guys.” There… four people with a task.

“Who brought a lunch that they didn’t eat?” Almost half of the office raises a hand. He picks 5 of those to make sure that they accompany anyone with any left over food to retrieve it, handing out 5 flashlights from the emergency kit.

He points to the maintenance guy, “Is there a water cooler or two that you could wheel in here, so we don’t have to be stumbling in the dark?”

The man smiles, “Yes there are, and I know where there is a stash of treats in one of them manager’s offices, I’ll get those too.”

“Take a couple of people to help you, and catch!” he tosses another flashlight.

He picks four people at random, and tells them to get enough pens for everyone here and lots of paper, and two empty paper bags or small boxes please.

He is always amazed that when given an order, people respond, they just do what they are told to do. He is good at giving orders. He sits back down and listens to the conversation now, the tone has changed, there is a calm. He thinks, it may be a long night, cooped up with veritable strangers. He has to keep them busy…what to do next?

A small hand on his shoulder, makes him turn his head, “Do you need to call anyone?” says a voice, a nervous voice, as she holds the cell phone out in front of her.

He wonders Artvin Escort why she is nervous, does he have that effect on people? Is that why they do what he says? Filing those questions away for later, he smiles at her, “No thank you, not even a pet home waiting for me.” He reaches and touches her forearm and she jerks away as if burned. Turning quickly, she makes her way around the room and he listens, ears tuned to just her voice. The nervous edge is gone and she laughs, her voice melodic as she shares her cell.

Mentally drowning out the buzz, he ponders his life. Almost 40, no wife, no girlfriend, definitely no boyfriend, no pets and he sees his parents and siblings only once a year. His only socializing is the weekly poker game with old college buddies. He sighs, and as the sound spills from his lips he realizes that the room has gone almost silent. He opens his eyes and looks around. The tasks are performed and now they await new instructions.

“Please pass the pens and paper around the room. Put a water cooler on each wall so that we are not banging elbows. Has everyone had an opportunity to place a call that needs to?” he pauses, and when there is no response he continues, “Thank you to the phone committee.” he turns to wink at the woman who offered her phone to him and watches, shaking his head as she slips behind the person next to her.

“Food people, we need a picnic style supper, we have to share whatever you have found, I’ll leave it up to you to decide how to serve it up,”

He points to the girl with the cell phone and crooks his finger at her, in a come hither motion. She slowly, painfully slow makes her way to him holding her cell phone out in front of her like a sword. “Did you need to make a call after all Sir?”

“No, but I need an assistant to help with this next task.” he stands up, towering over her shivering frame and announcing to the room that he needs everyone to write their names on a piece of paper. He hands her one of the paper bags. I want you to collect all the guys names in this bag. She scurries quickly to her task, putting space between them. He watches her, wondering why he doesn’t know her name…and realizes that he doesn’t know most of their names. 8 hours together, 5 days a week and who are these people?

Passing her the second bag to collect all the girl’s names he tells the picnic bunch to serve up supper.

As they eat their makeshift supper the conversation is low and pleasant, the sharing of personal info, the soft touches of care and concern and he sees the smiles.

His helper has deserted him and sits at the far end of the room.

Wiping his mouth, he asks for volunteers to clear the tables and without needing to assign the task several stand and start to clean up.

He motions for his helper to come forward while he explains what they are going to do with the collected names. She comes to stand next to him and he sees how tightly coiled her muscles are.

He lays a hand lightly across her shoulder, careful not to do anything to get an harassment suit launched and starts to speak, “Valentine’s Day is just 12 days away and we are going to have a secret Valentine’s draw. Don’t show anyone who’s name you have drawn. It is up to you to find out as much as you can about that person in the next few days to get them something that will mean something to them. That means that roses and chocolates are cheating. Because it’s a secret, don’t just ask questions about your coworker whose name you have, but find out things about lots of different people and we will knock off work two hours early on the 14th and meet here, then everyone can tell what they got and why its special to them.”

There is a look of shock on some faces, smiles on others and then a general burst of conversation. He smiles as he grabs the bag with the girls names and hands her the other bag…”No peeking, this is going to be fun!”

For an evening at work, trapped, no power and a pot luck type supper, it’s a rousing success, already the game has begun. He fondles the 6 scraps of paper in his pocket, more women then men, so he will be the secret Valentine man for all of them. At 11 pm the plows open the roads and at 11:15 the power comes on…he watches as everyone finally gets to go home, and then shuts off lights, locks the doors and makes his way to his lonely house.

Everyday at work he listens, the questions being asked, the answers, filing them all away. Susan, Betty, Kim, Yolanda…all the names he never knew before. Joe, Bob, Fred and Sam who is allergic to shell fish. All the details, never before known coming to the surface for a silly game, meant to calm raw nerves on a stressful night.

He pays no more attention to the six women whose names nestle in his pocket than to anyone else in his office. But slowly he picks up information about them all…except of course for his cell phone/assistant girl. And yes, a girl, barely out of her 20’s.

She appears to arrive at the office Artvin Escort Bayan earlier than anyone else, stays later and does more work than any other two employees put together. Cheating he pulls her personnel file, finding little more about her than he already knows, her middle name, Joanna, and her address.

At home on the 12th, he is getting desperate, he uses the internet to research her address. A brick front apartment building, he sees her car parked in the tiny lot out back. Nothing to give him a clue here.

At work the next day, he inspects her car, parked in the lot before his as usual, and sees exactly the thing he has been looking for. He knows what to get her for her secret Valentine’s gift.

He makes a quick call to the automotive garage, explains what he needs and when he needs it.

Smiling, he spends the day catching up on work, looking forward to Valentine’s Day for the first time in …well for the first time ever.

It seems everyone has arrived at work early today, the cards and presents piled by his secretary’s desk…waiting to be given out. He smiles at the pile and adds his to it.

He delivers each card and gift personally to its recipient and pauses long enough to get an initial reaction as the secret item is revealed. His cell phone girl reads her card, looks perplexed and walks away.

At 2:30 the lunchroom is filled, the buzz of conversation tinged with an almost palpable excitement.

He listens as everyone in turn tells of their gifts, the range from a single favourite flower, a new book from a favourite author, the tie that was just the right colour, candy, a scarf, gloves to protect cold fingers and even an imported bath oil.

At last it was her turn and she blushed as she read the card…”Red is the colour of lips on a face, smiling and brightening my day, the colour of roses and carnations too, the colour of my heart that beats just for you. But red sometimes means the colour of fear, of danger and things we avoid, also the colour of pretty tail lights. Just look out the window, and see your chariot…shiny and bright in the sun, with matching red lights in the rear, not just one” Her voice quivery, tears shining unshed, she explains that her tail light had been broken and she had not been able to find a replacement.

“For everyone else, flowers and perfume is wonderful, but thank you to my secret Valentine for making me smile, you sure did deliver something very personal and thoughtful.”

With hugs and slaps on the back…the room disperses and he returnsto his office, intending to take the next day off, so getting a little ahead on my work, and well, where else did he need to be.

Hearing a cough, perplexed he investigates, finding who else at her desk, but his cell phone girl.

He smiles a lazy smile at her, and she looks up, shrieking out loud.

“Did I frighten you?” he grins at her.

“Yes.” she stammers. He watches her lovely red lips tremble. Her long shapely fingers fluttering at her throat. He looks at her, staring as if it is the first time he has seen her. Her blouse is unbuttoned far enough so that he can see the heave of her breasts each time she breathes. And her hair is unpinned, floating, framing her face.

He moves closer, as if a hand pushes at his back, he can’t help himself and he sits on the edge of her desk, still staring. Her grey eyes catching the overhead lights, turning them almost the colour of liquid silver, his hand reaching forward to softly brush her cheek. The air crackles, his manhood rising, straining at the confining fabric and he gulps, sucking in a noisy breath.

Her hand shaking, she reaches upward, her beautiful eyes shining, and covers his hand, pulls him forward, placing his hand on the swell of her breast. Her body shivering under his touch, he steels his own urges, caressing, squeezing with his fingers, feeling the fullness of her heavy breast.

The air is silent, not a breath can be heard, and then the exhalation of both their held breaths, in unison, breathing as one. He leans closer, his hand on the desk and touches his lips to hers, softly, almost imperceptible against his mouth.

He is rewarded with a sigh, her breath pushing into his mouth, her body quivering under his touch, not of fear this time but of need. He growls, it comes up from deep in his twisting gut, he has not felt this way in such a long time. The feelings flowing over him so foreign that it is now his eyes that sparkle, a little afraid.

She pulls away from his soft kiss, his hand dropping from her breast and he watches as she stands, moves around the desk and positions herself between his legs. His body twisting upright as his eyes follow her.

Her hands moving swiftly, laying on his muscled thighs, the heat of those small hands transferring through the fabric of his pants, his muscles rippling under her touch. He stares at her eyes, the liquid silver like water rising and falling, her hands harder on his legs. Escort Artvin Her small hands surprisingly stronger than he would have imagined as she kneads his flesh, so warm, so sensuous.

He holds his breath, not sure if he should move, afraid to break the contact, more afraid to encourage it. He breathes out heavily, noisily as she breaks the contact, stepping backwards away from him, just far enough that he cannot reach her.

She grins, seductive, like a temptress, and then, his eyes widen as her fingers undo the buttons on her blouse, slowly, one at a time. Each inch of flesh revealed more beautiful than the last until she is shrugging her slender shoulders, the blouse wafting slowly to the floor, it puddles at her feet.

His ass shifts on the desk, his cock demanding his attention as it pushes upwards, the confinement almost painful. He dares not move to relieve the tension, fearful that she may stop.

Hes strong fingers undoing the zipper at the side of her skirt and he groans despite his resolve to stay quiet as her hips swivel, once, then twice and the material disappears, flowing down over her shapely thighs. She lifts one foot stepping out of the circle of the skirt, then kicks it away with the other foot. She is ethereal, standing barely clad in front of him. The soft swell of breast, barely held in check by the filmy lace of her red bra. His eyes travel downward, he forces his gaze past her breasts, to see the long expanse of pale ribcage, belly, tiny puckered and oh so tasty looking navel until he takes in the matching red panties, all lace and flesh peeking through.

His eyes staring, almost bulging as he swears under his breath, the panties sticking wetly to the contours of her puffy lips. His cock fairly leaps up, trying to break free from his trousers, and he groans, unable to stop himself, his body leaning forward, inhaling her heady scent.

He can hear her breath, as ragged as his and he drags his eyes downward once more, the stockings, thick black lace hugging her thighs, long legs tapering down to beautiful feet encased in three inch heels.

He shifts, preparing to stand until he hears her hoarse whisper, “No.”

So he settles in, laying his hands in his lap, pressing on his throbbing cock, stroking it through his pants. It is such a tease, watching her, unable to touch and his body shivers.

She smiles, seeing his discomfort, and starts a slow gyration of her hips, slow circles, the panties hugging her body, clinging to those engorged nether lips. Her fingers drawing circles around her nipples, making them swell and press at the bra. She lets her thighs part, feet shifting on the floor, staring into his eyes, licking her lips.

Her gyrations so sexy, so foreign in the sterile environment of the office, the two contrasting in a most arousing way. When he sees that tongue dart out to moisten those lips he longs to kiss, he is afraid that he may lose control as he has not done since he was a teenage boy. He starts to rise, leaning towards her and stops as she says, “NO!”

He stills, the only muscle moving in his body is his cock as it twitches, pressing tighter to his pants, and then a strangled cry from his throat.

She grins, reaching back to unhook her bra, letting her breasts tumble out, heavy with her arousal, nipples swollen, a deep red flush on her bare chest. She tosses her bra at him, and he gasps as it lands on his turgid cock, so swollen that the weight of the flimsy bra is almost painful.

His anguished sounds seem to spur her on, she whirls twice, stopping in front of him…a few inches closer than before, and stares at his crotch, watching the wriggling hardness under her bra. She licks her fingers, rubs the wetness over her nipples, making them glisten in the light. Then hooks her thumbs into her panties, lowering them, teasingly slow and as they start to drop, almost to the point that he will be able to see the top edge of her mound she turns around, long lean back facing him. The upper swell of creamy buttock quivering as he drinks in the sight of her.

He is unsure if he can withstand any more of her tantalizing torture, his cock so hard, his breath rasping in and out, his heart pounding and then….she bends over, her ass waggling as she pulls her panties off, so slowly he thinks he may lose his mind. The curves and swells of her pale globes, her thighs slightly spread, he can barely make out the winking eye of her back door, the tiny pucker of what appears to be heaven.

Her swollen pussy lips draping open, heavy with desire, swollen with need and he rubs furiously at his crotch, unable to stop his hand from touching himself. His eyes widen as the dewy moisture starts to drip from her laden labia, shining on her bare skin, shaved flesh rippling as he watches. She steps out of her panties, her ass sinuously seductive as she moves and her hand slips between her thighs, rising to meet the swell of those delicious looking lips, and parts them.

He growls and rises, unable to resist and grabs her hips, pulling her body back, grinding his crotch to her ass. The sensations shooting through him are filling him with an urgency, an animal instinct to take this female form in front of him and when he inhales…the smell of her sex permeates his brain.

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We were just three guys that hunted and fished on the Chesapeake Bay. For years, we had thought that Kent Island, just West of Annapolis, was the home of a nudist colony. While fishing, we had often used our binoculars to observe the naked men and woman sunning themselves, or playing volleyball on the beach. Then, last November during Goose season, we learned the truth. A storm had come up. Instead of returning to the marina, we landed on the island. “Velvet Acres” was closed for the winter. Wondering what the accommodations were like, we had wandered around.

What we found, was a main club house, 6000 square feet in size, with dinning, dancing, kitchen, and lounging area. A row of twenty six small cabins, just large enough for a bed, sink, and small toilet were lined up to the rear of the building.

The area was all of two hundred, and twenty five acres of woodland. We found footpaths that weave through the woods to small clearings, containing cabins which had more elaborate decor; picture windows, full sized overhead mirrors, king sized beds, Jacuzzis, plus kitchens.

Me, I’m Marty Edmonds. I discovered a cabin with an unlocked front door. An instructional packet had been left in the rack behind the bathroom door. Johnny Cole, and Frank Bither looked over my shoulder, as I read about “Velvet Acres Leisure Club.” This is what was I read.

“WELCOME TO THE 1999 SUMMER SEASON OF THE WORLD’S FOREMOST SWINGERS CLUB.”

There was a rules section, then a listing of the events scheduled for various weekends during the summer. We all whistled when we read what was planned for the weekend which ran from June 30 to July 5. “The Annual Games!”

“WEEKEND OF THE GAMES – June 30 to July 5.

As you know, each year we are booked to capacity during this weekend, with two hundred and fifty couples, fifteen single ladies, and seventy five single men.

For the new members, the games are a random, and exciting way for you to explore your sexuality. Here is the format:

The Games run from 8 PM until 2 AM. The woman pull a cabin number out of a bowl. Without telling anyone, she proceeds to that cabin and waits for the man, or men to appear to be with her.

The men draw papers out of a bowl. It will instruct them to compete in some sort of event, either alone, or with up to four men. Each event will have rules to explain what entitles the man, or men, to be “Winners.”

Example: Basketball. First team to make 12 points is a winner. At that point, the four man team draws a cabin number out of the bowl, and they run to that cabin to have sex with that woman, or women. As soon as they finish, they return to the main cabin to draw another sheet of paper, which may place them on another team, or into a solo event.

The loser in each event, must draw a new piece of paper, compete, and win for the right to draw a cabin number.

Other events are horseshoes, tug of war, arm wrestling, poker, darts, and scavenger hunt, riddles, blackjack, volleyball, and touch football. Rules may be reviewed at the main clubhouse.”

We sat looking at each other. Each of us had a smile on our face, as our imagination played out the events Artvin Escort that we had just read about. In my mind, I pictured; “Fifteen minutes of all out, half court basketball, ended by a eighteen foot three pointer. As the ball goes “Swish,” four men run to the bowl, grab a cabin number, and begin a jog of up to a quarter mile, using flashlights to see the way, to a cabin with their prize. Sweaty, out of breath, they enter the cabin, and pounce on the waiting woman, dissolving into a sweaty mass.”

“Damn!”

“I’ll say!”

It was Frank that first saw that this was an opportunity for some high adventure. “Are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?” he queried. “If I get this right, there will be one hundred, sixty five women out here in the woods, that will fuck any man that comes in the door?”

“You got it,” Johnny intoned, as he tossed his hat up into the air.

We talked of nothing else, when together hunting or fishing during the winter. It became a matter of how to, not should we, try for some wild pussy. It was decided that we would select cabins that were the furthest from the main lodge, and closest to the small bay on the North side of the island. With a normal South wind, it would be calm in that bay.

Marty said, “As I see it, we should each stake out a cabin. When a woman arrives, we wait eight minutes, go in, and fuck her good. If another guy come in while we are there, we hop off, and say – She’s yours buddy. He won’t know if we won some other game before him, won’t even care, or will she. Each of us will carry a “Two way radio.” If someone says, “Condition Red,” they need help to get away. If we say “Condition Five,” we run like hell to the boat. Got that?”

Saturday, July 1, 2000, was a normal hot summer day in the Maryland area. There was the normal scattered thunderstorms. From a half mile off shore, we could see naked people everywhere at “Velvet Acres.” At twenty to eight, Marty eased his boat close to the South shore, dropped the anchor. We all stripped off our clothes. Carrying a bag with our shoes, and radio, we waded to shore. We were in position by our chosen cabins when the women begin to arrive.

At Marty’s cabin, when light came on, Marty examined his woman intently, from his position forty feet away in the woods. She looked to be about forty, was very pretty, to weight one hundred and sixty pounds, with a large ass, and full C cup tits. She was out of breath from the walk to the cabin, but was soon standing in front of the mirror, cupping her breasts, and sucking in her tummy.

Marty begin to talk to himself. “Whew, guy, in six minutes, you are going to walk into that cabin, pretending to be out of breath, and start to kiss and fondle those jugs of hers. Her twat must be getting wet thinking of a man, any man, that will follow the path to her. She is as hot as you are, guy.”

A rumble of thunder broke his thought train. The wind picked up, and rain suddenly begin to pour, soaking his naked body in seconds. “Are we in luck, he thought. This will interrupt the Games, so there will be more time before the Winners filter out to the waiting women.”

As the Artvin Escort Bayan time reached eight minutes, he walked through the door. Without a word, he went over to the woman, who was now sitting on the bed, and rolled her backward onto her back, as he slid her to the middle of the bed.

Her hand reached out to feel his ridge pole, which bent to the right, with a small uncut head. She stroked it and ran her fingers around the head. then her eyes raised to his, with an inviting smile on her face, she said, “Hi, I’m Betty, and I’m glad to see you, Sweety… Come on, Baby, light my fire!”

She moaned as he opened her legs and ran his tongue across her slit. A kiss on the tummy was followed by his putting his head between her joyous melons, which covered his face, ear to ear.

Her ass was firm, and smaller then he first thought. His hands grabbed both cheeks, and he rubbed her man to woman, to savor her body.

The breeze brought the scent of pine to his nostrils. His hands kneaded her breasts, which rewarded him by becoming engorged, as the nipples swelled. Her eyes were closed, with her face turned away in the ecstasy of being ravished. A long low moan eased from her, without any conscience effort.

His cock, seemly on its own, found her slit, and slid into her passage, hastened by her lubrication. The fuck was on.

Marty had only had his wife during the last six years. She was a tall, trim, tit less woman that he adored. This woman was, as the sailors say, “Built for comfort.” The cheeks of her ass lifted her pussy to just the right position for Marty to pump every last smidgen of himself into her, again, again, and again.

She bucked, grabbed the sheets, moaned, tossed her head from side to side, yet did not clamp her pussy onto his now throbbing hot cock. She wanted this to last, and last. He pumped on and on, and then she clamped down with that vagina of hers, and he shot his jism into her as she moaned louder, and froze in her orgasm. As he rolled off, she sighed, “I hope they all as good as you are?”

“Thanks, Betty.”

“Wow, wonderful,” Marty said to himself, as he ducked out the door. He had just entered the woods when a man came jogging down the trail to take his “Winnings.”

“Happy sloppy seconds,” Marty thought.

Johnny, of course, had a different adventure. At five after eight, a tall thin girl. that he guessed to be twenty two, entered the cabin, and turned on the light. A better look revealed her tits to be just big enough for an A cup bra. One hundred and ten pounds at the most on a five foot seven frame. You could see her ribs.

“Bony Bitch. Well, I’ll enjoy burying my bone in her twat,” Johnny mused as he let three minutes pass before he too entered a cabin to get some hot sex.

Get some, he did! Did he ever? She was a wild cat. She was on his cock before he had cleared the door. When he was good and hard, and she was satisfied he was hard enough, she dragged him to the bed and rolled him onto his back. Mounting his cock, she fucked him, as he had never been fucked before. Her little ass was a whirlwind of action. He lay there trying to separate all Escort Artvin the sensations that he was receiving from his cock, the sight of her, with her eyes close, teeth clamped shut, and sweat running off her as she used his upright member to stir her “Cunty.”

He was aware of three orgasms she went through, and saw her tighten for a forth, as his cock erupted. He thought that his balls would follow his jism into her “Cunty.”

As he tried to get out from under him. she held him and ask him to stay until someone else came so that she could maintain her “High.”

“Well, Okay,” Johnny said, while thinking to himself, “No one, no one will ever believe me if I tell them this.” Her tongue went around his soft cock. Her finger eased into his ass. She took his whole pole into her mouth, and licked it like a Sugar Daddy” sucker. As it got up to fight again, Johnny knew that he may never see her likes again, so he savored every moment.

She was on him again, and seemed to be tireless in her quest for more orgasms, which she had, one after another. The lightning flashed, the thunder shook the cabin, and the rain beat a steady patter on the roof. She was in tune with it all. It all seemed so right to Johnny as she fucked him.

Last, but not least, is our boy, Frank. Now Frank has only one cock, as you might suspect. Normally, that is not a problem, for most men. But tonight, for poor Frank, it became a problem, indeed. For you see, when Frank entered the dark cabin behind the woman he saw climb the stairs into the cabin, he failed to see the woman in front of her. With the flip of a light switch, our Frank went from being the Hunter, to being the Prey…

These gals were big. One was one hundred and eighty pounds, five foot two, sporting DD tits, and the other was five foot six, one hundred and seventy pounds of woman sporting nice C tits. Both were horny, a little drunk, and each wanted Frank to have her first, when he was “Long and Hard.” “Long and Hard,” being the operative words here.

He was pulled to the bed. His cock was pulled and yanked. The woman argued about who he should fuck first. When he ran it in the first one that guided it to her cunt, the other begin to spank him and run her finger into his ass.

“I’m being fucking raped,” Frank said, half aloud. They both heard him say it, and in unison, they replied, “Yes, you are, Man, that is what you are here for.” The next twenty five minutes were the fasting fucking, longest minutes, of Franks life.

“Push your Cock, harder, harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Push your Cock, harder, harder, harder.”

Frank begin to sing the “Song” in his head, to their rhythm of their chants. He exploded with his second load of cum in the second woman’s cunt. With her thrashing around like she was having a baby, the screaming and pounding, he felt that he was ready to become a professional wrestler. When he rolled off one woman, and the other was rolling off the far side of the bed with her back to him, he scooted out of the door, tossing over his shoulder; “There are more guys coming, ladies.”

He limped quietly into the underbrush.

Once on the boat again, Marty quietly ran it around the Island to where they could watch the “Games” in progress, now that the storm had passed.

Sipping on his beer, Johnny brought on three erections with the comment, “We have the second, third, and forth of July to go! Does it get any better then this?”

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