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Under Cover — Federal Detective Caitlyn Alvarez

Detective Caitlyn Alvarez stripped out of her clothes and walked into the warehouse with the others. It was a male fantasy, she thought wryly. Sixteen naked women, locked in a room, under the strict authority of a few powerful men.

She was rudely searched, fingers pushed right up into her pussy and ass. They were looking for cameras, microphones, or GPS locators, she assumed. Then the guard handed her a breath mask and gloves and she went to her station.

The cartel always employed naked women to pack their cocaine into bricks, preferably petite women. Men were naturally aggressive, and more inclined to rebel, whereas diminutive women, significantly weaker, were fully capable of doing the job, but could be easily subdued if necessary. And naked, they had no pockets or shoes to hide stolen product. And orifices were searched going out too.

The FBI and DEA needed to know who was in charge here. Twenty-four different men had been observed coming and going, in identical black Rav4s, even down to duplicate license plates. But which of these men was the top dog? Appropriate charges could not be brought until the hierarchy was understood.

Two years ago, the FBI had embarrassed themselves by arresting Julio Vigil. They had released his unimportant driver, only to learn later that the cartel executive actually liked to drive himself to and from work. Julio had been hired to ride in the back, wearing a nice suit, acting as the decoy. This time, at the packaging facility, they needed to ID the man in charge before the arrests were made.

This was a job for Special Detective Caitlyn. With her gorgeous face and figure, dusky skin, and gift for languages, she could go anywhere. And Caitlyn would do anything for the job. Anything. She had no modesty or inhibitions when duty called. If an agent was needed to go undercover in a strip club, brothel, harem, or porn set, Cait would always volunteer.

Caitlyn pulled the plastic sheet over the wooden frame and turned on the vacuum. The plastic was sucked into place, shaping itself to the form of the frame. She scooped cocaine from the bin and poured it into the hollow. When it was full, she skimmed the overfill back into the bin and folded the plastic over the top, sealing it into a brick shape.

She was paid five dollars per brick and she could make about twenty bricks an hour. It was good money, but her real job was to find out who was running the operation.

Apart from the occasional “Hurry up!” the men seldom spoke to the women. Leered at them. Fondled them. Occasionally spanked a bare bottom. But words were few.

Caitlyn had been working here three months now. So far, she only had one clear idea of who was in charge. The men. Each and every man was over and above all of the women. Other than that, all she had learned was a handful of names.

One of these, Luis, snapped his fingers and pointed at her. Caitlyn sighed with reluctance because that’s what the men would expect to see. A girl called away from her station would be upset about losing wages by a stop in her production. But she wasn’t allowed to say No.

In reality, Caitlyn was glad of the summons. She dropped to her knees as Luis puled out his cock. The close proximity gave her an excellent opportunity to gather info. She had watched other girls called to service the men now and then and each time regretted that she had not been chosen.

Caitlyn obediently took the dick into her mouth. She was an expert cocksucker. First place in the Rhode Island Oral Rodeo. Forty-seven blowjobs in the Erotic Carnival Charity Bazaar. Winner of the Amateur Blowjob Contest at the Vegas Porn Convention. Sucking on Luis’ cock was easy. But she wanted to draw it out, make it last awhile, without getting him frustrated to the point where he’d call one of the other girls.

She moved in close, taking him all the way into her throat. Guys loved that. The sight of their cock buried all the way into a girl’s pretty face always excited them. She knew a way to work the muscles in the back of her throat to make him come in less than a minute. But for now, she simply held him there, letting him enjoy the view. Within her mouth, she lazily stroked his cock with her tongue. But these were practiced skills she could do in her sleep. While she stimulated Luis, she also studied him covertly.

His belt buckle was gaudy and expensive, Caitlyn saw. But that wasn’t real gold and those weren’t real diamonds. No Artvin Escort tool marks. No seams. No artist marks. It wasn’t custom made, but a die-cast, mass-produced piece. Luis was making good money, but not top dollars.

Caitlyn pulled back until just the head of his cock was still in her mouth. Breathing was not possible when deep-throating, so she’d had to take a break. She tickled the crown with her tongue and smiled up at him. If he came now, that would be fine with her. Luis was a low man on this cartel totem pole.

Besides the belt buckle, his Rolex was fake and his boots were imitation alligator. There were telltale callouses on his thumbs that indicated he spent a lot of hours playing cards and his short, rough fingernails meant he chewed on them. A nervous gambler was one who owed a great deal of money. Perhaps the Feds could use that for leverage.

If he had time to play cards, he had few responsibilities other than working a shift, supervising the cocaine packaging. If the sight of all these naked women got him horny, well, that was to be expected. Caitlyn really didn’t blame him for taking advantage of the fringe benefits.

She sucked and licked the head of his cock and brought her hands up to stroke his shaft and tease his balls.

“Oh, Fuck!” he said, pouring into her mouth. His salty cum exploded on her tongue, the familiar flavor of a job well done. Caitlyn was well pleased with herself.

She held him in her mouth, coaxing the last few drops from him. But she remained aware of her surroundings. When the door opened, and one of the other men arrived, she noted who it was.

Ricardo. Unlike Luis, Ricardo did not dress flashy. Expensive brand names, but just jeans and a button down. No bling. Either low on the totem pole and content or high and confident. Cait had not yet decided.

“What the fuck is this?” Ricardo demanded.

“I’m sorry,” Luis apologized, abruptly pulling out of Caitlyn’s mouth and tucking himself away.

“This shipment must go out in three days. I don’t have time for you to distract the females.”

“It won’t happen again. I swear it.”

“Once is too many,” Ricardo said. “As you have promoted this girl from worker to whore, you must take her station. Take off your clothes and get to work. If you make more bricks than every other worker, you still get your day’s pay and come back tomorrow to supervise as usual. I will try out the new whore. If she is skillful enough to merit the promotion you have given, the bricks you produce will be credited to her.”

Still on her knees, Caitlyn made her face apprehensive. A girl in her position would be afraid of losing her lucrative job, maybe even her life. But underneath, she was thrilled. Ricardo was clearly the boss.

Nobody but the man in charge could humiliate one of the men this way. A lieutenant would report the misdeed rather than punish. And a threat to fire could only come from the top. His treatment of Caitlyn was also telling. Offering to pay her for someone else’s work? An underling could not be so generous. Finally, after punishing Luis for dallying with a worker, only the boss could do the same thing.

“Follow me,” he said. Caitlyn swallowed Luis’ cum and stood up. She’d kept in her mouth just in case Luis had wanted to see it. Many men did. But it didn’t seem that Luis’ wants would be important for a time.

Ricardo led her to the end of the packaging table. The worker women were stationed at the sides, facing each other. But there were no stations at the ends. Caitlyn was made to stand with her back to the table. Behind her, to either side, naked women were hard at work.

“Give me what you gave Luis,” Ricardo told her.

Caitlyn cheerfully knelt down, pulled Ricardo’s cock out and popped it in her mouth. She could relax and enjoy herself now. Her mission was accomplished. The very act of demanding this blowjob was confirmation. Ricardo was teaching Luis a sharp lesson. He was literally showing him who was the boss. All Caitlyn had to do was report it to her superiors.

In the meantime, she was happy to give him a blowjob. Soon, he’d be in prison, getting blowjobs from other guys, or more likely, giving them. Caitlyn felt kind of bad about that. Even criminals should not be deprived of pussy. But that was outside her authority. If this was to be his last blowjob from a female, she would make it a good one.

She had hurried with Luis, once she’d learned how unimportant he was. Luis would probably get Artvin Escort Bayan a deal to testify, maybe even some money under the table to pay his gambling debts. But Ricardo was going down for a long time. So it was only fair that Caitlyn go down on him for a long time.

But it seemed Ricardo had other ideas. Cait had barely settled into a favourite rhythm, sliding her lips back and forth over the crown of his cock, licking the underside. She was planning to bring right to the edge of orgasm and pausing, over and over, until the torment was unbearable. She had planned to make it last at least an hour, but she had only just gotten started when he stopped her.

“On the table,” he told her. She obediently hopped up and perched on the edge, spreading her legs in invitation. If he wanted to fuck her pussy rather than her mouth, Caitlyn had no objections.

This was to be another lesson for the disgraced Luis, she realized. Ricardo laid her back on the table, between the worker stations. Carmen and Anna were at her right, on Stations 9 and 10. Rosalinda was on Station 1. But Caitlyn’s own usual station,

, was now manned by Luis. He was as naked as the women, his face furious as he bricked the cocaine. Ricardo was going to make him watch as he fucked her.

Luis would probably blame her for that, Cait realized. Men were like that, she knew, making women responsible for their own weaknesses and mistakes. She smiled up at him as Ricardo pushed into her. Then she lay back and relaxed, luxuriating in a slow, easy fuck.

Caitlyn had the best job in the world. All the dick she could want, plenty of cum, and the satisfaction of getting bad guys off the street. The fat government paycheck, excellent healthcare, and first-rate retirement plan didn’t hurt either. And when she wasn’t on an assignment, she got to moonlight as a high-priced callgirl, with the full might of Homeland Security giving her permanent immunity to all possible criminal charges, should a Vice detective happen to target her.

Any smuggler, embezzler, money launderer, or terrorist who checked her background would find a well-established history of a top shelf whore. Every client she took gave her credibility and made her a more valuable asset to the government. And when she did go on assignment, her investigative skills made her invaluable.

Lying on the table, letting Ricardo fuck her, was a wonderful way to spend a morning. He was a nicely selfish lover. He filled his hands with her tits and filled her cunt with his cock, demanding nothing in return. Caitlyn didn’t have to moan or sigh or tell him how big he was. She could simply lie there and enjoy.

What a magical thing it is to be female, she thought. Designed by Nature to hold a penis within her. Caitlyn closed her eyes and concentrated on those marvelous sensations, visualizing what was happening. The bulbous mushroom head pushing through the lips of her sex, that thick, heated shaft sliding into her, filling her up, her own walls, lubricating, generously oiling the cock, easing its passage, welcoming its presence.

Luis, Anna, Carmen, and Rosalinda were no doubt watching as Ricardo fucked her. Caitlyn didn’t mind. Sometimes, she liked an audience. She wondered if the women were envious, wishing it was their pussies Ricardo was plunging his dick into. And she knew for a fact that Luis wanted to be the cocksman.

Ricardo didn’t last long. He was a busy man. Busy men don’t waste time. They get in, do what they need to, and get out. He fucked her for less than five minutes before she felt him tense up and start trembling. Caitlyn felt his cock pulsing. She knew what that meant. He was flooding her deep cunt with fresh cum.

Panting and sweaty, Ricardo pulled out. He put himself away and called out, “Carlos! Your turn!”

Another lesson for Luis. Ricardo got to decide who fucked his girls and when. Carlos approached. Caitlyn smiled at him and waved hello. He was a short, pudgy man with a smug expression. He smirked at Luis as he opened his pants and entered Cait’s pussy.

His dick was longer than Ricardo’s, but not so thick. Caitlyn was happy with any size or shape, but she loved the variety.

Sloppy seconds. Caitlyn smiled to herself at the thought. That’s what she was right now. A used female. Also known as a buttered bun. Some men were so squeamish about fucking a cunt already filled with cum. Others loved it.

It was funny, Caitlyn thought. It didn’t really matter. The human penis Escort Artvin and the very act of fucking were designed by evolution to anticipate previous visitors to the vagina. The wedge-shaped head, with its crown ridge, was perfectly engineered to push other men’s cum to the sides and then pull it back out, clearing the way for its own emission. Every time a cock moved in and out of a cunt, it was scooping and removing potential sperm deposited by earlier males.

Caitlyn would have preferred to keep all of it, the more the merrier, mix-and-match, extra butter for the bun. But men are always men. Even balls-deep in a juicy pussy, they are still competing with each other.

Carlos pulled her thighs up and threw her knees over her shoulders as he fucked her. This had the effect of lifting Cait’s ass up above the surface of the table. Carlos was not quite so selfish as ricardo. Cait didn’t think he cared if she came or not, but he stared into her eyes as he grunted and thrust. He was at least interested in her reaction.

To her own surprise, Caitlyn did come, a light, mild orgasm that zinged her senses and left her a little breathless but did not overwhelm. It was nice to have a climax at work. Not necessary, but always welcome. Her fellow officers, stuck in their drab offices and grim investigations, very seldom had such an experience.

Carlos drove himself deep and went rigid. His eyes crossed and he stoped breathing. Caitlyn smiled up at him, a friendly welcome for the cum he was pouring into her.

Then it was Ramon’s turn. Until Ricardo called him over, she had not known his name. One more piece of data Caitlyn had now acquired. Ramon was one of the squeamish ones. He was clearly reluctant to stick his dick in Cait’s gooey pussy. But he couldn’t refuse an invitation from the boss either. Taking out his cock, he pointed it at Caitlyn’s entrance. And hesitated.

Cait felt sorry for him. “You can fuck my ass,” she suggested. But he shook his head No. In front of this crowd, he didn’t want to do anything that might seem unmanly. Fucking an asshole, even a girl’s, smacked of homosexuality, while dipping his cock into a well of other men’s cum was somehow acceptable.

Ramon pushed it halfway in, then pulled out. Carefully, he fucked her like that, sticking to the shallow part of her cunt. Men are so silly, she thought. She clenched her pussy, giving him some extra stimulation, squeezing his cock head as it moved in and out.

As expected, Ramon lost his control as orgasm approached. He forgot his distaste for sloppy seconds and pushed deeper, three, four, five times, then his eyes closed as he drained his balls into Caitlyn.

Other than Luis, that was it for the men in the warehouse. Cait expected to be put back to bricking cocaine, but she had misjudged the depth of Ricardo’s anger. The Feds had identified twenty-four different men coming and going from this place. Usually, there were only three or four there at a time. But Ricardo made a couple of phone calls and soon, they all showed up.

Everyone was to see Luis, naked and packing cocaine. He was to be an example of what happens when Ricardo was disrespected. And to thoroughly humiliate the man who had dared to demand a blowjob, everyone other than Luis was invited to take a turn with Caitlyn. When Ricardo had said he was going to evaluate her worth as a whore, he had been dead serious.

No stranger to gang bangs, orgies, and marathon fucking, Caitlyn welcomed each man. One after another, they took out their dicks and put them inside her.

One after another, they emptied their balls into Caitlyn’s waiting cunt.

Everyone but Luis got to fuck her. Then Ricardo came back for his blowjob. When Caitlyn’s shift was finally over, she was weak and shaky. She’d been fucked by twenty-four men and managed six orgasms of her own.

She was allowed to leave with the other women. Luis has managed to make quota, so she did get paid for the day.

Her soft cotton panties were soothing against her sore pussy and she had a thousand dollars cash in her pocket.

Caitlyn could easily get five times that for fucking just one man in her callgirl profession, but she hadn’t done this for the money, and she’d enjoyed every minute of it.

She sighed to think that by tomorrow noon, there would be federal arrest warrants for all of her lovers from today. But that was the job. Her colleagues had surely tracked them when they all unexpectedly showed up at once. Caitlyn could now put a name to every face and she knew who the boss was. Angry Luis might be eager to be a cooperating witness, and Cait was willing to offer him sexual favours to sweeten the deal. And if necessary, she could provide DNA samples for every man but Luis in the facility.

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I have a friend at work named Rick. He is a few years younger than me and we hit it right off when we met. I actually treat him like he is my younger brother. Everything was going well at work until the company hired a woman named Jackie. I knew she was trouble the first time I saw her. Jackie wasn’t all that pretty but she had big tits and she had those lips that told you that she sucked a mean cock. Jackie made a play for Rick and he fell for it.

One day at lunch time I stepped out of the building. I looked out at the parking lot and I saw Rick sitting in his vehicle. Rick had his head tilted back and I wondered what was going on. I soon saw someone’s head bobbing up and down. It was Jackie and she was giving head to Rick. That was so stupid of him, I thought. I walked back into the building. Later I got Rick alone.

“What the hell were you thinking, getting a blowjob in the parking lot?”

Rick’s face got red. “I know it was stupid,” he said to me.

“If someone in management had seen you, they would have fired you on the spot,” I told him.

Rick said he would be more careful from now on. I had a thirst for a beer after work. There is a watering hole just a mile from where we work. I dropped by and sat down at the bar. I ordered a beer and tried to relax.

“Will you buy a girl a drink, Rob?” I heard someone say.

It was Jackie. I didn’t care for her very much but I didn’t want to make a scene. I bought her a drink and we talked briefly.

“I have some cold beers at home, no sense in buying them here. Why don’t you drop by?” Jackie told me.

I know it was stupid to go to Jackie’s place. Unfortunately Artvin Escort I was horny. Why shouldn’t I get some head like my friend Rick? We left the bar and I followed Jackie back to her place. We got inside her apartment and Jackie got me a beer. She ended up sitting right next to me on her couch. She started asking me questions. Did I have a girlfriend? I told her I had broken up recently with a woman I had been seeing. Jackie got a big smile on her face.

The next thing that happened was that Jackie put her hand on my thigh. She started rubbing up and down my leg.

“Why haven’t you asked me out?” She said.

“You’re seeing Rick,” I told her.

She said that they had broken up. She was free to see whoever she wanted. That was news to me. I was sure Rick would have said something to me about it. Jackie moved her hand up to my crotch. I just sat there like a fool. I could feel my cock growing in my pants. Jackie reached for my zipper and she pulled it down. She pulled my underwear to one side and she brought my cock out.

“You’re much bigger than Rick,” she told me.

I think my face went red from hearing that. What was I getting myself into? I hope she didn’t tell all her men friends that sort of thing. Jackie lowered her head and she took my cock into her mouth. What can I say? That sure felt good. I hadn’t had any head in such a long time. Jackie was going up and down my rod. She took every inch of me right down to my pubic bone. She sucked on me for a few minutes and then she broke away.

Jackie stood up and proceeded to strip for me. Yes, her tits were as big as I thought. Her pubic hair was completely Artvin Escort Bayan shaved down. Jackie’s naked body got directly over my cock and she knelt down onto the couch. I felt her pussy lips rubbing against my mushroom and then she sunk down on me. There were so many thoughts running through my head right then. I shouldn’t be fucking her without a rubber. The other thing I was thinking was that her pussy felt so tight.

Jackie had her hands on my shoulders as she slid up and down my rod. I ended up placing my hands on those big titties and I started to squeeze them.

“Oh God! You feel so big,” she told me.

I wondered if she told Rick the same thing. I started to lift up and push into Jackie’s pussy. We got into a fucking rhythm as I fed her my erect bone. I tried to make sure I held out as long as I could. We maybe did it there on her couch for an hour or so. Jackie was squeezing my cock tightly with her pussy muscles. I knew I should be pulling out but Jackie was on top of me and she wasn’t going to want me stopping. I felt myself getting close and I pinched Jackie’s nipples one last time. I blew my cum deep into her belly. Jackie let out this scream as she milked my bone for all it was worth.

I just hoped and prayed this woman was on some sort of birth control. I sent wads of my cream into Jackie for a good ten minutes. She made sure she got every drop from my prick. I eventually got soft and Jackie pulled off from me. She went into her bathroom and got cleaned up. When she came back she used her mouth once more and licked all our love juices from my cock. I guess I just got embarrassed. Escort Artvin I got dressed and I quickly left Jackie’s place.

The next day I told Rick he should drop by after work and we could drink a few beers. Rick was agreeable to that and I said I would invite another friend of ours, Al to stop by as well. Both guys arrived at my apartment and we opened a few beers. Then Al asked a question.

“What’s up with you and Jackie?” He asked Rick. “Are you still seeing her?’

Rick said they had split up. After a few weeks of seeing Jackie, she started making noises about them getting engaged. Rick said he wasn’t going to get engaged to anyone he was seeing for just a few weeks. He couldn’t believe she had asked him that.

Al then said he got a phone call from Jackie inviting him over one evening. He said he didn’t take the bait. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Jackie was hitting up every guy she worked with, it seemed. Even Rick was upset to hear that news. Al didn’t stay long. After an hour or so he left. I had to quiz Rick right then and there.

“You did use a rubber when you fucked her, I hope?”

Rick’s face got red. He said that she had told him she was on the pill. He didn’t have to worry about a thing. I think Rick was getting worried that she might have lied to him. I had the same thing running through my mind. We both had fucked Jackie with our bare cocks. What if she was lying? I couldn’t bring myself to tell Rick I was weak and had fucked Jackie just the night before. No sense in making things worse.

Rick left a while later and my mind was racing. What if Jackie got pregnant? It might be anyone’s baby. Maybe she was telling the truth, she was on birth control pills. I knew that would be the only time I would be fucking Jackie. God only knows how many times Rick screwed her. He had more to worry about. I guess I will just have to be patient and see how things play out.

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Arriving at the Regency Building, just off I-69, on the northeast side of Indianapolis, I checked my watch before exiting the car.

“7:20, same as yesterday.” I thought to myself. “I can’t believe how regimented my life has become.”

Grabbing my purse and tan leather attaché, I strode briskly towards the front of the four-story building. Constructed of poured white concrete and dark tinted glass, it seemed like I spent more time at work than I did at home.

“I’ve got to get out of this rut.” I thought, pulling one of the huge glass doors open. “Life is going to pass me by and I won’t have a thing to show for it but a big bank account.”

“Woohoo!” Exclaimed our receptionist, Evelyn Saunders, when she saw me approaching.

The stocky black woman had been Regency Investment Group’s receptionist for almost twenty-five years, rarely missing a day of work. Evelyn was my one bright ray of sunshine that I looked forward to each morning.

“Did that skirt come with a warning label? She jested with a big grin as she donned her headset.

“It’s too short, isn’t it?” I replied, blushing. “I knew it was too short when I bought it!”

The tan business suit, one of a dozen I owned, did look great on me. I’ll have to admit that, even though the skirt was much shorter than what I was used to wearing.

“No! No!” Evelyn responded. “Not with those legs, Hon!”

“If I had legs like yours I’d be showing them off every chance I got.” She added. “I bet your husband hated to see you leave home this morning.”

“He didn’t even notice me.” I countered. “He was too busy polishing his damn golf clubs. He’s going off on another of his golfing junkets with his buddies this weekend.”

“Maybe you oughta take up golfing?” Evelyn suggested. “I bet he’d notice you then.”

“Just between you and me, I don’t really care if he notices me or not.” I confessed, trying my best not to display a frown. “The more we’re apart, the better we get along.”

“Well, there’s more to life than just working all the time.” Evelyn stated. “I know you’ve been working weekends and staying late of an evening.”

“I know, I know.” I agreed. “That why I’m giving serious consideration to buying a motorcycle.”

“YOU! On a motorcycle!” Evelyn exclaimed. “Now that’s a sight I’ve got to see!”

“Well, don’t hold your breath.” I asserted. “I’m just considering it. I haven’t made up my mind just yet.”

“You gonna get some tattoos and join a biker gang?” Evelyn kidded.

“Hmmm. I never thought about that.” I replied with a laugh. “I just might.”

An incoming call interrupted our conversation. Giving Evelyn a wave, I proceeded towards the elevator, heading to my fourth floor, corner office. Our morning conversations were sometimes the highlight of my day. The rest of my workday was usually spent in meetings, monitoring our investments or chatting with our most prestigious investors. It was all business, all damn day long!

Even though I’d just turned thirty-two, I often felt more like fifty-two. At least I still had a good figure, not as great as when I attended college but not far from it. At five foot, seven, my weight was well within proportion. My shoulder-length blonde hair I was considering having cut to a short shag to make it easier to care for and manage. My once bright green eyes seemed to have faded over the past two years along with my vision. I blamed both on way too many hours staring at computer monitors and investment reports. I’d resigned myself to wearing gradient tinted eyeglasses to help relieve the stress on my vision.

Stepping off the elevator, I ran into Frank Bauer, Regency Investment Group’s president and CEO. He smiled even though I could immediately tell he didn’t quite approve of my business suit. His sturdy figure and grey-black, salt and pepper hair gave him a threatening but distinguished look.

“Got a minute?” He asked, putting his arm around my waist. “There’s a couple of things I need to cover with you before I take off for a long weekend.”

“Sure Dad.” I answered with a smile. “Your office or mine?”

“Let’s go to your office.” He replied. “The coffee bar’s closer to your office.”

Stopping at the coffee bar, my father fixed us both a cup of coffee before proceeding on. It was my second cup of the day but certainly wouldn’t be my last. I was addicted to caffeine and nicotine, my only two vices. I drank coffee by the pot and smoked cigarettes like they were going out of style. I thought of both of them as substitutes for sex, which I wasn’t experiencing nearly enough.

My husband, Gary and I slept in separate bedrooms, which was his idea, not mine. He claimed I bothered him too much toss and turning. I don’t think he realized it was because I needed his attention and affection. Sex was something we engaged in every few months or so, usually after he’d been out drinking with his friends or watching porno movies.

Entering my office, I set about booting up the bank of three computers on my L-shaped desk.

“Don’t you think that skirt’s a bit too Artvin Escort short for someone your age?” My father remarked, pointing at the hemline. “Not to mention for someone in your position?”

“Oh…I’ve still got the legs for short skirts.” I responded, trying to brush off the comment. “Beside, you never know when showing them off might influence one of our major investors.”

“That’s not the way we do business!” My father retorted. “The Regency Investment Group was founded on good, solid investment strategies with integrity and honest business practices. As the vice-president of this firm, you’re expected you to uphold those values.”

“Cut the sermon Dad!” I interrupted before he could say anything more. “I was only kiddin’ for Christ’s sake.”

We spent the next hour and a half going over some new investments we were considering and discussing financial reports. It was starting off like just another typical day.

Sitting behind my desk, I couldn’t help but be occasionally distracted by one of my screensavers. It was one of those Harley-Davidson screensavers from their website. It displayed several of their models even though only a couple struck my interest. My imagination went so far as to allow me to picture myself sitting astride a low-slung, extended fork chopper. Common sense brought me back to reality, knowing a chopper was out of the question.

Settling in with my third cup of coffee of the morning, I scanned the stock and money markets for any changes that needed closer scrutiny. Nothing much out of the ordinary seemed to be happening. With the firm’s numerous and large amounts of money invested in commercial real estate, I decided to review the week’s report on our holdings. Leaning back in my comfortable, leather chair, I propped my feet up on the desk.

“Kaitlyn, have you got a minute to speak with Trey Morgan?” Heather Gibson inquired, standing in the doorway.

“Yeah. Sure.” I responded, looking up from the report.

Heather had been my secretary for just a short time but she seemed to be working out great. Her only bad habit was spending a little too much time primping her hair and make-up, which she did at least a dozen times a day. Heather was drop-dead gorgeous at twenty-one and five foot, nine with coal black hair that fell halfway down her back. She had the figure most women would give up an intense orgasm for. Her breasts were perfect and her legs long and slender. She had the brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen, which captivated your attention.

Trey Morgan stepped into my office just as I was swinging my feet down to the floor. There was no doubt he got a good, long look at my legs. His eyes seemed fixated on my skirt’s short hemline.

“Hope I didn’t come by at a bad time.” Trey muttered, still staring at my legs.

“Not really.” I replied.

“Have a seat.” I offered, gesturing to the casual chairs in front of my desk.

His eyes finally diverted their attention away from my legs as he walked towards the leather chairs. I took advantage of the moment to scan Trey’s tall, masculine form. Even though he was wearing his work clothes uniform, I could tell he had a fairly muscular build. His slacks fit him snug, showing off his tight butt.

“Oh yeah!” I thought to myself. “I’d definitely kiss those asscheeks!”

As he sat looking at me, I took a minute to take in his extremely handsome facial features, especially his cold steel blue eyes and rugged complexion, not to mention the small cleft in his chin. His dark hair looked thick and rich, the kind you love running your fingers through. Trey was one of our maintenance technicians, skilled at doing just about everything. I wasn’t sure but I thought he was either twenty-two or twenty-three. I also remembered hearing he was engaged.

“Lucky Bitch!” I thought, allowing my jealousy to get the better of me.

“Is this business or pleasure?” I asked, breaking the silence. “Should I close my door?”

“Oh no!” Trey answered. “I just thought I’d stop by and…well, Evelyn mentioned something about you buying a motorcycle.”

“Oh yeah!” I laughed. “I’m not sure if I’m really gonna buy one or not. It seems a little stupid…I mean, for someone my age, don’t ya think?”

“Geez! No!” Trey countered. “There’s more babes buying bikes now than ever. They’re not just riding along as passengers anymore. They’re gettin’ their hands on the handlebars and taking control.”

“I’m a little past the babe stage.” I affirmed, feeling myself blushing. “I was thinking I might be a little too old.”

“Nah. No way.” Trey contradicted with a big smile. “I could see you ridin’ a hog, even a chopper.

“A Big Dog or maybe a Vengeance!” I exclaimed, laughing.

“Sounds like you’ve been watching a lot of cable TV shows on motorcycling.” Trey assumed. “You might wanna consider a Harley-Davidson though. Choppers aren’t as easy to ride as they look.”

“I’ve been shopping online at the Harley-Davidson website whenever I get a chance.” I confessed. “I’m not sure which bike would Artvin Escort Bayan be right for me though.”

“Well, the Sportster is about the least expensive if you want something on the small side.” Trey stated. “But you’d probably get tired of it after awhile.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” I agreed. “I don’t want something in a starter bike. That’s pretty much what a Sportster is. I’ve ridden before, although it was back in my college days.”

“That’s cool.” Trey stated. “At least you’ve got some experience on the pegs.”

“Well, it was a small Honda.” I clarified. “I think it was a Rebel or something.”

“Nothing wrong with a Honda.” Trey avowed. “They’re not bad motorcycles. They’re just not a Harley.”

The two of us sat for over an hour talking about motorcycles, not paying any attention to the time or other tasks we should be working on.

“I’ve got a friend who’s a salesman at Richert Harley-Davidson up in Kokomo.” Trey stated. “They’re having a sale this weekend if you’re interested.”

“Hmmm. Maybe I oughta drive up there and see what they’ve got.” I asserted. “It wouldn’t hurt to at least take a look.”

“If you’re really interested, I’d be happy to go up there with ya.” Trey suggested. “I can introduce you to Rick and make sure he treats you right.”

I took a minute to consider Trey’s offer. Maybe I was thinking more about spending time with him than I was about the purpose of going to the dealership. I felt myself being entranced more and more by his fantastic looks and charm.

“Sure. Why not?” I finally responded. “What time and where do you wanna meet?”

“Well, they’re talking showers tomorrow so we’d probably better drive up.” Trey replied. “My fiancé wants to use my truck to help move her sister so you’d have to drive.”

“That’s not a problem.” I spoke up. “I can drive.”

Trey jotted down his address in Westfield. It was right off Highway Thirty-One on the way to Kokomo. We agreed I’d pick him up at 9:00am the next morning.

I spent the rest of the day trying to concentrate on business matters but my mind kept drifting off to the next day’s trip to the Harley-Davidson dealership with Trey. I was still unsure about purchasing a motorcycle but I felt I was closer now than ever to actually buying one. I hoped, with Trey’s help, I could find one that was best suited for me.

Saturday morning, the weather was just as Trey had predicted. It was raining hard when I left my waterfront home in Geist. By the time I pulled into Trey’s driveway in Westfield it had slowed to a constant drizzle.

For the day’s activities, I’d selected a silver satin blouse and black leather slacks that fit me like a glove. As usual, I’d slipped on black high-heels to give my height a little boost. I wanted to look my best but not too provocative for Trey.

I didn’t count on meeting Trey’s fiancé, Michelle but she was at his home when I arrived. She looked me up and down from head to toe when Trey introduced us. She was very cute and very young, not much over nineteen, if that. She was about my height with long brown hair. She had a great figure, her slender waist being her most prominent asset. Her breasts were small but they didn’t take anything away from her girlish figure.

“I like your outfit.” Michelle complimented me. “Very…sexy.”

I thanked her, trying my best not to blush from embarrassment.

“That outfit’s definitely gonna get you a good deal on a bike.” Trey remarked putting his arm around Michelle’s waist and pulling her tight against him.

“Yeah. I’m sure it will.” Michelle added in a snide tone. “Rick likes older women.”

“What a bitch!” I thought. “She surely can’t be jealous of me, not with her figure!”

Once Trey and I were on our way north my nerves settled down with a cigarette. As traffic thinned out I was able to run the speed limit on the four-lane highway.

“Man, this car is one, sweet ride.” Trey commented, running his hand over the soft leather seats of my Mercedes SL500 roadster.

“Yeah. It’s not bad.” I agreed, resting my hand on the gearshift knob. “The depreciation isn’t nearly as bad as a lot of other cars on the market.”

“I bet not.” Trey asserted, gently resting his hand over mine. “Sort of like a Harley. The depreciation is hardly noticeable if you take care of it and don’t tear it up.”

“What about a chopper?” I asked. “I’m betting they depreciate a lot the first few years.”

“Yeah, for the most part they do.” Trey replied, squeezing my hand just a little. “You’d look really hot on a chopper though. It’d be worth the expense.”

“I bet you were really hot when you were Michelle’s age.” He remarked with a sly grin.

“Hah! Not really!” I laughed. “I was…let’s just say I was slow in developing.”

Rather quickly, I thought of a couple of questions about motorcycles to get the conversation diverted away from anything sexual. Trey removed his hand from on top of mine, allowing my nerves to settle a little, although I did miss his touch.

Richert’s Escort Artvin Harley-Davidson dealership was located just off the highway at the southern edge of Kokomo. Pulling into the parking lot, I couldn’t help but notice all the motorcycles parked in front of the building. The rain had stopped halfway there and it must have really brought out the riders.

I took a deep breath before exiting the car, still a little unsure if I was making the right decision.

“Don’t be so nervous.” Trey asserted, putting his hand to the small of my back. “These Harleys won’t bite you.”

Stepping into the large showroom, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There were so many motorcycles on display I couldn’t decide which to look at first. Trey and I started walking down the first row, scanning over each bike and checking price tags. Most of them were indeed on sale with prices marked down several hundred to a thousand dollars.

We weren’t the only ones looking at motorcycles. The dealership was packed with people shopping for bikes, accessories and clothing.

“I’ll go see if I can find Rick.” Trey commented, leaving me to shop by myself. “Don’t be afraid to sit on any of the bikes if you see one you like.”

I did just that, sitting astride several of the new Harleys in the crowded showroom. Some felt way too big; others actually felt a little small for me. I continued looking at the bikes, mingling with the other customers.

“Rick’s tied up with a customer right now.” Trey stated, returning to my side. “Have you seen any that you liked?”

“All of them!” I exclaimed with a grin as I checked out the price tag on a new Electra-Glide. “Although I’m not much into the touring bikes.”

“If you’re like me you’d probably be a lot happier with a street bike.” He suggested. “Maybe a Fat Boy or a Heritage Softail.”

“They’re great around town, riding out in the country and even interstate riding.” He added. “Or maybe a Dyna Lowrider, a Wide Glide or a Super Glide.”

“There’s just too many models to pick from!” I exclaimed. “They all look great!”

After drifting into the area where the used bikes were on display, I saw what Trey meant when he said Harley-Davidsons hold their value. The prices weren’t very much lower than the sale prices on the new bikes in the showroom.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” A male voice spoke up, approaching from behind.

I turned around to see a tall, young man in his mid-twenties extending his hand to Trey. He was quite good-looking for a man built like a linebacker. He was very muscular with dirty blonde hair and soft green eyes.

“Rick, I’d like you to meet Kaitlyn McConnell.” Trey affirmed. “She’s my boss and next to the top dog at the Regency Investment Group.”

Rick extended his hand to clasp mine. I couldn’t help but notice my hand seemed trapped in his.

“Welcome to Richert Harley-Davidson.” Rick greeted with a sly grin. “You look like you’re ready to put some excitement between your legs?”

“Yeah. But I might buy a motorcycle first.” I quipped without thinking.

Both Trey and Rick caught my witty remark, laughing out loud. I stifled my laughter, blushing beet red.

Rick asked me several questions about the type of riding I wanted to do. Answering them as best I could, helped narrow down the choices. Price wasn’t really a factor but I wasn’t going to allow myself to spend more money than I felt I should.

“I’d go with a Low Rider or a Fat Boy.” Rick suggested. They’re both fantastic rides and about the same price.”

“How much?” I asked, taking his suggestion seriously.

“You’re looking at about eighteen-thousand sticker but I can probably discount either one five-hundred dollars and give you fifteen percent off on any accessories and clothes you want to purchase.”

“What about a Screamin’ Eagle Fat Boy?” Trey inquired. “If Kaitlyn’s gonna go with a Fat Boy, the Eagle would be the smart investment.”

“Yep, sure would. But you’re looking at another ten grand.” Rick stated. “I’ve only got one left in stock. The rest are all sold and we’re not sure when we’re gonna get another shipment.”

Both guys looked at me to see if I was interested. Even though we’d narrowed down my choices, I still felt somewhat overwhelmed with all the bikes to choose from. Spending almost twenty-eight thousand dollars for a motorcycle didn’t seem like a very smart move.

“Well…I guess it wouldn’t hurt to look at it.” I muttered hesitantly. “I don’t see myself spending that much money though.”

Rick escorted Trey and I out through the service area. Again, I was dumbfounded by all the motorcycles at the dealership. Worming our way through the maze of bikes, we made our way to the back of the shop.

The Screamin’ Eagle Fat Boy was shrouded with a custom-made cover. As soon as Rick took the cover off I knew I had to have it. The Autumn Haze and Abyss Blue motorcycle was chromed out to the hilt. Rick prattled on with his salespitch but I wasn’t listening. I was too busy lightly brushing my fingertips over the handlebars, gas tank and leather seat.

Swinging my leg over the fender I sat down in the seat and righted the bike off its kickstand. The balance felt absolutely perfect. My knees were bent slightly, allowing me to manage the weight of the bike with little effort.

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She looked up at, then past him, brown as the cherrywood lingerie chest she could see over his shoulder. The favorite part of the act was over – – the part where he kneeled above her, his dick poised just at the entrance of her waiting pussy. The slow penetration was always– no matter how much she wanted it to reflect her growing apprehension at their relationship and his ever-present coldness (except in the bedroom, and then only for the sake of his ego)– a mini-seduction. It was the last give-and-take, the last remaining flirtation, unconscious and slippery and gratifying; the last honest thing between them now.

He was looking down at her with his usual quizzical expression, that mix of “Yeah, you let me fuck you again even though you love me and I know you love me and you know that I don’t love you and you think I only love myself and you’re right but it doesn’t matter because I’m the one fucking you right now and we both know it feels good” and “Ahh, pussy; I love this shit” that she’d learned to recognize after the initial haze of ex-virginity novelty and then, her blind love for him had worn off. His thick, wood-brown cock wetly sluiced in and out, (thank God for lubricated condoms), and her hips began the slow, automatic roll they’d learned the first time they’d done this. Her clit, laid bare by the parting of her lips, pouted for the base of his dick. But that move wouldn’t come later, she knew.

There had been a time when she’d been unaware of any of this, blinded by her newfound and long-buried sensuality, shoveled underneath layers of insecurity and NiceGirlsDon’t and self-righteous Waiting for The Right One.

Instead, She’d gotten Mr. Seems Like The Right One, with his suggestive looks and hands-off dates until just the right time, until she’d been ripe and willing and dripping with the knowledge that yes, she Could Trust Him With This.

She almost laughed at the memory. The pain had been brief, mostly psychological, sure, as she’d owned a dildo before having sex with him. But still: he’d seemed so big, so thick, so strong and sure, just like the rest of him. When she felt that hot, velvet rod push into her, and heard herself gasp and his polite, “Are you okay?”, she’d known it was far too late, that she’d just surrendered everything to him. Even then, his lovemaking had a practiced, Artvin Escort automated detachment to it, despite his playfulness and those first pleas of “Hold me…yes…. like that; tighter…tighter…” while he slowly moved inside her.

Later on, he’d told her that he’d been inside her once before, when they’d almost had sex. “I was halfway inside you then, but I stopped because you said to. You weren’t that tight that night. You were just tense when we finally did it. That’s why it hurt.”

The insult stung even now, a year and a half later. She stopped herself from looking into his eyes, afraid of what she might betray if she did. He was still pumping steadily, no doubt thinking she was on the brink. She gave a moan of resolution, and hoped he’d take it as encouragement.

“You’re holding back,” he said. She didn’t have to see the knowing smile because it was in his voice.

She didn’t answer.

Dick sliding in and out of pussy, making all the sounds she used to adore, the warm softness that would begin in her belly and ripple outwards until her entire body was abuzz and ready until it thrummed and tensed and parts of her felt they would coil until she broke like light in a prism.

“Hmm. . .How’s this?” he said, pulling her ankles upon his shoulders, his body arched over hers. She closed her eyes and found she it took little to distract her from the kindling of that pre-orgasmic warmth.

She remembered the second time they’d had sex, after spending the night at his house: a cold, winter morning, spooned together for warmth when they had somehow began moving against one another until the moving had become writhing and panting and the absent brushes of hands became tickles and caresses and the murmurs became giggles and the soft pants and gasps. She’d never felt so powerful, so wonderful, so gloriously feminine as she had straddling his lap, slowly taking his rigid cock into her wetness, learning the rhythm of up-and-down she thought she would have never been able to learn. He’d helped her, patiently waiting for her to set the pace, holding her hips in his hands. They were a little rough, she remembered. The pads of his fingers rasped against her cheeks. She couldn’t remember his eyes, though. Had he even looked at her as she danced above him? His mouth had Artvin Escort Bayan murmured gentle instruction that she remembered easily. “Don’t stop…yesss..a little harder…” She’d laughed joyously as she came, triumphant and sweaty and smiling. He’d groaned and spurted beneath and into the condom beneath her. “Perfect,” he’d pronounced. She’d thought it would always be that way.

His thrusts were more determined now; she could hear the rasping of her hair and ears against the pillows. Her pussy, cooperative little animal that it was, was accommodating him nicely: still wet and warm, although the memories of good sex were making it more so than it should have been. She arched her back slightly, hoping he wouldn’t notice, to change the angle less to her liking. He reached down to toy with her exposed clit.

She sighed. Didn’t he know to wet his fingers first? The once-thrilling pads of his fingers now grated against her delicate flesh, and she wriggled a little in protest. He took it as a sign and plunged deeper, his hands going back to hold her legs once more. She thought of when he used to touch her, how his hands could elicit groans and cries and pleas and shouts of contented laughter. There was a spot, she knew, that he could hit, and she would laugh as if being tickled from the inside – – a joyous place. Not like now.

“You’re still holding back,” he murmured. Damnit, wasn’t he done yet? She almost rolled her eyes.

“Yes, I’m holding back!” she wanted to scream at him. “I’m holding back because I miss what sex used to be like, what it should be, because I know you count my orgasms, because I know you’re a selfish, self-centered bastard who fucks other women and doesn’t give a shit about me except to know that you can still fuck me when you want, that you can make me come.”

But of course, she didn’t say that. She gently dislodged him and turned over, knowing the drill, hating that her pussy was still wet, but appreciating that it, at least, had fallen into the routine better than she had. At least she wouldn’t have to explain herself. The relative cool of the air fanned her ass cheeks as she presented herself to him.

The penetration was slow, supposedly to arouse her, to tease her, to make her want it. She didn’t care anymore. Couldn’t be bothered. They Escort Artvin were alike in that way: she gave herself slowly to him to make her want him – – but he couldn’t be bothered.

She moved with him eagerly, as she once had with her entire being. Ass undulating, pussy fucking him now, slowly at first, deep, deliberate strokes. But she never showed him her face, never looked over her shoulder at him with a sly smile on her face, or one of surprised pleasure. Her nipples rubbed to life against the cotton sheet as she watched her fingers curl convincingly around the iron scrollwork of her headboard. His breath was coming in deep, ever-quickening gasps. He was close now.

His fingers felt less rough on her hips as they pulled her back onto him. She quelled a tingle as his stroke deepened. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure, she resolved. When moved to her cheeks to spread them, she almost grinned with relief. He would watch his dick, slick with her, as it plunged into her. It always made him come.

“Baby..”

Bastard wouldn’t even say her name anymore. She wouldn’t answer.

His thighs were trembling now; she could feel them when they slapped momentarily against her still, calm, stoic ones. She reached between her legs and fondled him, a slow smile of final contentment on her face. There was an instant when she questioned herself, wondered if that was the right thing to do, then felt his control give and his balls quiver.

“Babe..coming,” he half-gasped.

He shuddered into her and she looked blankly at the pale gold wall behind her bed. Through the scrollwork, the shadows made it look like someone had echoed the pattern in silver-grey paint on the wall itself. She felt him move from him, heard him fumbling with the condom, the soft crackle of latex against plastic as the condom went into the wastebasket. Then he was sighing contentedly and lying back down beside her, his arms behind his head. His

elbow nudged her skull.

She turned over, thighs relaxed, and slipped her hand between her thighs.

Her fingers felt gentle and loving as she stroked and circled the firm and waiting nubbin. Her nipples ached and throbbed; her skin flickered, kindled, and glowed as she lay, her back turned to him, eyes open and staring into her memory of what she’d thought sex would be like The orgasm was a small, private thing; a secret. Her secret. Her breathing remained even, a small sigh the only sign of her release. She smiled to herself.

“Did you…?” She wanted to laugh at the confidence in his voice.

“Did you?” She echoed his tone.

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I met Davena when I joined a mobile phone company to do some temporary work in the summer. She was a permanent employee in the section next to mine. Here’s a strange thing; she had a small body odour problem – not terrible, but noticeable.

I tended to stay clear of her desk if I could, but as days went by I realised that she was nonetheless attractive, and I started to talk to her more. I soon knew she lived with her boyfriend, Kevin, but she didn’t have that stupid full focus approach to her relationship that some young girls (she was 22, I was 25 at the time) have. She knew there was other life, and other people out there besides her partner.

I began to fantasise about Davena when I masturbated at home. In my head, it was her cool hand pumping my cock, not mine. I put her across my bed in my mind, her skirt pushed up around her waist and her knickers around her ankles, with her pussy lips peeping from her soft, fluffy bush.

In my dream she was pulling my stiff prick towards her cunt with a half smile on her face, willing me in to her tight, moist box. I discovered that Antep Escort these fantasies made me come much more explosively than the usual orgasms I had while looking at pornos. And I knew that’s what they were – fantasies.

Well, I found myself on the same train as Davena a few weeks in and we naturally sat together. I gathered she was heading out for drinks in Croydon, with friends – all girls. While we waited for the train to set off we chatted about various things including, after a while, sex. I didn’t mind telling her that I’d split with my girlfriend some months earlier, and been celibate since then. Davena laughed and made some joke about me “soaping the snake.” Don’t imagine this didn’t have an enormous effect on me; I was sporting an erection the size of Babe Ruth’s bat inside my tight jeans – painful stuff!

The train started off and Davena did something she must have made a decision about very quickly. We had the area to ourselves and she moved from her seat opposite mine, planted her hand on my crotch and whispered in my ear, “Jeremy, I’ve never had Antep Escort Bayan sex in a train toilet – and I’ve always wanted to. Don’t you think that’s a crying shame?”

I couldn’t speak for surprise. But I wanted her so badly; a whiff of her odour had entered my space and instead of repelling me, it only made me harder. I flushed, loosened my tie and stood up. “I’m going to the toilet now, ” I muttered.

I made my way, a trifle unsteadily, to the nearest bathroom, praying it wouldn’t be either occupied or filthy. As luck would have it no-one was there and it wasn’t a complete dump.

I shut the door and waited; just a moment later the door opened and Davena snaked her way into the confined space, taking care to shoot the bolt. She was a little flushed too, but looking at me with a triumphant air. She put a finger on my lips to stop me speaking, then positioned herself, uncomfortably, with her back to the basin. Then she put my right hand on her jeans, and her left on my crotch. I groaned and shifted about.

She started to rub my cock through my Escort Antep trousers for a minute, then she undid the button and tugged the zipper down. I started to rub her pussy through her jeans, then put my had down the front and went straight into her knickers, causing her to groan as my fingers came into contact with her labia.

With some difficulty, I pushed my trousers and pants to my ankles and dragged her jeans and knickers down. I rubbed her clit a couple of times, but this was no time or place for foreplay. I wedged her further back against the basin and, taking my cock in my hand, managed to slip it into her and start thrusting. It wasn’t easy in there, but the friction was amazing and Davena was starting to make little grunts as I shoved my prick inside her belly, getting further up her now.

I was grunting too. The atmosphere was so erotic we didn’t have any problems reaching our cum points quickly, and I was only just ahead of her – I think the sight and sound of me shooting my wad inside her brought her to the brink and she let go, face flushed and hair awry, with a gasp and an oath.

And that was that – we got our clothes back on, exited the toilet without incident and I saw her off the train five minutes later. We still talked at work after that, but it was a one off – I have never stopped jerking off at the thought of it, though.

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My sister, Angie, called me two nights ago. Angie had talked to mom and had found out things had gone south between mom and dad so they had filed for divorce. Angie was upset so I got off the phone to call mom.

“Hey, Mom, it’s Kaden,” I said when she answered. “Angie told me about you and dad. Are you all right?”

“Oh, Kaden, I’m fine,” Mom said. “This has been coming for a while I’m sure. We haven’t been in love for years so we decided to go ahead with the divorce. We’re selling the house and splitting everything 50/50. There’s no fighting over who gets what.”

“Okay,” I said. “I thought I’d check on you. Maybe I’ll come see you in a few days and help you move some stuff.”

“I’d like that, Kaden,” Mom said. We talked for a few more moments and then hung up.

I lit a cigarette and then began checking for flights to Anchorage to see mom. She still lived in the same town I had been born and raised in. I left Anchorage after graduating high school and moved to Las Vegas. I got a job working as a security guard in a casino and I’ve done well. I have a very high sex drive and have been screwing around for years. I have many regulars but never get myself tied down to just one person.

Now here I was boarding a flight to Anchorage to go check on mom. I always fly first class and today was no exception. I flirted with women who would obviously flirt back and was ready to screw any of them in an instant. This one girl I flirted with several times in the terminal while waiting for the plane to board was actually on Antep Escort the same flight. I thought that was cool and hoped for a chance to get closer to her during the flight.

This girl looked to be about 5′ 8″ tall and about 130 pounds with blonde hair and blue eyes. She sat in front of me on the flight and smiled flirtatiously as she made it obviously difficult to store her carry on above her. “Here,” I said. “Let me help you with that.”

I purposefully rubbed against her thigh as I reached to help her with her bag. “Thank you,” she said. “My name is Beth. What’s yours?”

“Kaden,” I said. “Nice to meet you, Beth. Where are you headed?”

“To Anchorage,” Beth said. “My friends and I are meeting there for some fun. Where are you going?”

“Same place,” I said. “Going to help my mother move. She and dad are getting a divorce.”

“Oh, that’s too bad but cool of you to help her,” Beth said. We quit talking as the plane began pull away from the gate and we had to fasten our seatbelts.

I put the earplugs from my iPod in my ears and listened to some music instead of the flight attendant explaining the special flight instructions. I’d heard them before many times in my life so I didn’t care to hear them again. Once we’d been in flight for a while, I noticed Beth turn around and say something.

“I’m sorry,” I said pulling my headphones out. “I didn’t catch that, Beth.”

“I said, I need to use the restroom,” She said. “Do you know where it is?”

I smiled and pointed behind me Antep Escort Bayan towards the section dividing the first class from coach. Beth smiled again with an obvious message in the smile. She brushed her ass against my arm as she walked by to go to the restroom. I watched to see which one Beth went into and waited a few more minutes before following. I knocked on the door that said occupied. The door unlocked and I slid it open and inside quickly. Beth smiled as I shut the door behind me and locked it before reaching for her.

Kissing Beth was just as hot as she looked and I began to grope and touch her breasts and her ass through the fabric of her clothes. Beth moaned as I ground myself against her and felt her rub my very hard cock through my jeans. Beth opened her blouse for me and dipped to suckle her breasts as I pulled her bra aside. My jeans were loosened and shoved down along with my briefs and her hand wrapped around my cock. Beth began to stroke me long and hard and I moaned against her breasts at the sensation.

Beth pushed me back and slid to her knees. She looked up at me as she took my cock into her mouth. I moaned again and put my hand to the back of her head. I began to fuck away at her mouth and she took me deep, which is just the way I like it. My other hand reached down and fondled her tit. After a few moments of Beth sucking me off, I pulled her to her feet, turned towards the stool and covered my cock with a condom.

I positioned myself behind Beth, pulled her panties to Escort Antep the side and slammed into her pussy. Beth gasped a bit at the sudden intrusion but I didn’t care as I grabbed her hips and began a hard pound assault on her pussy. With my left hand I roughly grabbed at Beth’s breasts, squeezing and pinching them hard. My right hand went around to the front of her crotch and I began to roughly fondle her clit. Suddenly Beth erupted loudly and I felt her pussy convulsing begging my cock to bang it harder and I did.

When Beth was finished with her orgasm, I pulled out, turned her around and set her on the cover of the stool. I pulled off the condom and shoved my cock back into her mouth. Beth took it as I grabbed the sides of her head and began to fuck away at her mouth. Beth kept up with my quick and hard head banging and soon I erupted into her mouth and some of my spunk leaked out the sides but she swallowed most of it. When I was done I pulled my cock out of her mouth but I wasn’t finished with Beth just yet.

I dropped to my knees and roughly pulled a part Beth’s legs. I shoved my face into her soaked panties and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her pussy. Then I began to lick her through the panties and Beth began to moan, as she became aroused again. After a few moments, I pulled her panties aside and dove back into her pussy shoving my tongue deep into her cunt. I licked and fucked her pussy until Beth began to convulse again into another orgasm. I lapped up the juices that flowed until she finally quit.

“That was awesome,” I said. I bent and kissed Beth tasting my cum in her mouth and she her juices on my tongue. “Thanks, hot stuff,” I said. I pulled myself together and left the bathroom and Beth. I returned to my seat and back to a magazine I had found on the way onto the plane.

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Troy Howard woke early and looked over at his wife lying beside him, finding her looking serene. She was smiling in her sleep and he considered how fortunate he was to have such an attractive partner. Suddenly memories of Bailee Adams came flooding in.

“Oh shit,” he thought, recalling his pupil coming to his desk the previous day, inviting him to touch her.

Troy’s initial feeling, lying there next to his loving wife, was one of regret that he had betrayed her, by taking up Bailee’s offer.

“A faithful, loving wife, two kids and another on the way. That should be enough for you,” he berated himself.

Then Bailee’s form came sharply into his mind. Those down slopping, blue eyes, with her long lashes. A tight young figure, smooth tanned thighs, but most of all, her willingness.

“Touch me Mr Howard,” he recalled her offering.

Troy moved a hand to his erect cock, Bailee now dominating his thoughts. He rose from the bed thinking how much he needed to see her; to touch her again. He went and showered, but this time denied himself the temporary release that masturbation would bring.

“The seniors have History with me in the final period of the day,” he thought. “Wait until then; to see if she offers herself again.”

—

Tania woke and heard the shower running. She needed to get up and rouse the children out of bed. However, the memories of last night’s dream remained vivid. She swallowed hard, slipping a hand between her legs. She pressed her thighs tightly together and allowed herself to wallow in the memory for minute or two.

“What a dream,” she thought, recalling its sexual nature. “And then; to do that. What a naughty girl you are Tania.”

She began to move her pelvis slightly. The side of her hand below the thumb was pressed into her still damp slit and she began to move herself along it. Then she heard the shower switch off.

“For heaven’s sake, pull yourself together Tania. You’re becoming a sex maniac,” she said aloud, as she pulled her hand free.

She quickly rose from the bed, her vagina still tingling, craving attention. She put on her robe, went to the toilet and met Troy dressed in a towel, on the way out of the bathroom.

“Morning darling,” she said as she pecked him on the lips and got a similar reply.

“He looks good,” she thought, but felt no sexual exhilaration at seeing her husband.

Tania went and woke the children and soon they were all in the kitchen, a scene of perfect domesticity. The good looking, tall husband with a full head of dark hair. His attractive, five months pregnant, wife and their two lovely children. All were in good spirits. All seemed well in the Howard household.

Troy was soon kissing Tom and Lauri, telling them to be good and saying he would see them this evening, when they got back from their Aunties. Then he went to Tania.

“See ya hon,” leaning forward to kiss her, while giving her small bump a light pat. “Look after number three for me. When’s he going to kick?”

“It’s too soon,” answered Tania light-heartedly, knowing Troy knew that all too well. “And it may not be a ‘He’ for all we know.”

Troy laughed as he kissed her again, then headed out the door. Tania went to the bathroom to shower, thinking of her husband.

“Golly he’s all in a bright and bubbly mood this morning. Maybe because it’s Friday. Anyway, it’s nice to see him like that.”

As she began to disrobe she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror. She placed a hand upon her swollen belly. Thought’s immediately returned to her mother’s nurse Chris. She’d kissed him the previous day. A kiss and no more, but she’d felt his erection push hard into the bump, where her hand now rested.

“It hadn’t put him off at all. Not like it does Troy,” she thought, now feeling a tinge of sadness that her husband continued to reject her sexually, every time she became pregnant.

“Me and Troy are OK, that’s just the way it is. But what am I going to do about Chris?” she said aloud, with a mixture of arousal and trepidation.

—

Chris Evans was sitting at the kitchen table awaiting Tania’s arrival. His charge, Tania’s mother, had already gone to bed for her afternoon nap and he had time to contemplate.

Tania’s family assisted in caring for their mother. Tania’s shift was 4 to 6pm. She would drop the children at her sisters and then come to her mother’s house. Chris recalled the first time he had met her. He immediately liked what he saw. A tall slender woman, natural blond, with an attractive face. Her personality matched her looks and he enjoyed her company.

A month ago there had been a subtle change in Tania’s attitude toward him. They had got along well from the start, but up until then she had never touched him. Suddenly she began reaching out to touch his arm when making a point.

Chris liked this and began to touch her back in a similar manner. One day her mother’s condition had upset her and so he’d hugged her. He was only about three inches taller than Tania and she had placed her head on his shoulder as she sobbed. He lightly rubbed Artvin Escort her back and felt his cock stirring.

This physical attraction took Chris by surprise. His role as a private nurse, assisting family to care for an elderly relative, had provided him with the opportunity for previous affairs. He had indulged in three or four with younger, female relatives of his patients. However, none of his previous lovers had been pregnant. This was uncharted territory for him.

He had no children himself, although he had exaggerated when telling Tania of the problems between him and his wife. The fact was she had a high powered job that secured them a large income. The decision to postpone children was mutual, but they did intend to have them. Chris had used this, ‘poor marriage,’ line before and found it useful. All the women he had gone with had a husband or partner and it let them justify their cheating. He thought of Tania and the prospect of her cheating.

“She’s never had an affair, I’m sure of that,” he thought. “But now she’ll be thinking about it. She enjoyed our kiss yesterday.”

He had taken a risk by moving forward to kiss her, but it was calculated. At some stage intimate physical contact had to commence. The risk had to be taken.

He noted she’d closed her eyes, so he did likewise, letting his tongue dart forward to touch hers lightly. Tania had brought a hand to the back of his head and moved her own tongue to meet his.

“She’d been thinking about such a moment. I started it, then she took the lead,” he thought with a laugh.

Their kiss had continued for some minutes and he’d enjoyed it. He had considered averting his erection, but decided to press it into her, to ensure she was aware that she’d aroused him.

“Who’d have thought? Kissing a pregnant mother. Still, she’s real pretty, her bumps not that big and her neck, legs and ankles are still slim.”

Chris had considered bringing a hand to her breast, but had decided against it.

“Too far too soon,” he’d thought. “I’ve already got a hand on her ass and my cock resting on her belly. One step at a time.”

“You’re beautiful,” was all he had said, when they broke the kiss.

Clearly embarrassed, yet breathing heavily, she had looked to turn away.

“I…, we…, we shouldn’t have, not here…, not anywhere.”

“Sshhh, settle down,” he said looking to calm her angst. “It was nice, we both enjoyed it. I enjoyed it a lot.”

“Yes, I could feel that,” she interrupted him and they both laughed.

—

“Hi,” Tania called out cheerfully as she walked in the back door, trying to disguise her nervousness.

“Oh, hi Tania. Your Mum’s sleeping right now. Been out for about half an hour,” Chris said, getting up to assist her.

Tania’s, heartbeat quickened. Her mother sleeping meant no interruptions.

“That’s good,” she said, moving past him with a smile and looking to unload some items she had brought with her.

She had intended to bring up the matter of their kiss immediately. As she straightened and turned she heard her mother call from the bedroom.

“Oops, there she goes. I’d better check on her,” Chris said, heading for the bedroom.

Tania felt frustration, but began to busy herself. Later she swapped with Chris, so that she could sit with her mother. At around 5.30 her mother nodded off to sleep again.

“Is she alright,” Chris said when Tania returned to the kitchen.

“Yep she’s fine, but we need to talk.”

“If it’s about yesterday, I don’t take it lightly and I don’t want to scare you, but I just loved it,” he said, completely taking the wind out of her sails.

“Oh,” was all she could manage; raising her eyebrows.

“I think you enjoyed it too.”

“Oh I did,” she gushed, far too eagerly for her own liking. She blushed and looked down demurely.

Chris noted the reaction.

“Yes you did…, and now you’d like to do it again,” he thought, smiling inwardly.

He moved quickly forward and embraced her, giving her no time to gather her thoughts. When she looked up at him in surprise, he merely took the opportunity to bring his lips to hers. As with the previous day he found them soft, moist and to his liking.

“She’s a nice kisser,” Chris thought. “She gives a lot of herself in the kiss. That’s a good sign. She’ll likely do the same with her body.”

Tania, at first taken aback by this sudden move, was quickly intoxicated by his smell, taste and warmth. Any reluctance melted away. She relaxed into his arms, placed her hands on his back and head and revelled in the passion.

Their kiss lingered on and Tania began to feel an ache in her groin growing, as she recalled her dream and pleasuring herself the previous night. This intimacy is what her body desired from her husband. Sexual intimacy. Her whole body began to experience a heightened awareness and a need for more. She could feel Chris was enjoying it as well, as she felt a swelling push into her stomach.

Suddenly Tania had a moment of clarity.

“Chris, I’m pregnant,” she said, insinuating that Artvin Escort Bayan they must stop, but not pulling away.

She thought he would stop, but Chris merely returned his lips to hers. She inhaled his masculine odour and the ache grew stronger.

“I know and I love it,” Chris answered belatedly, when they finally broke their kiss. He found Tania’s condition did nothing to dampen his arousal.

“Another mound for me to caress,” he thought to himself.

Chris pushed her gently back a step, until her buttocks hit a chair at the kitchen table. This knocked over a couple of bottles including some olive oil and ketchup. They both giggled nervously as she moved the chair and perched herself on the edge of the table, her weight still on her feet. Chris bent to kiss her again.

“I need to see her,” he thought, quickly moving his hand to slip first one sundress and bra strap off her shoulders. He repeated the process with the other straps, pushing them roughly down her arms, baring her shoulders and chest. Tania made no move to prevent this, merely continuing with the kiss.

Chris felt her breasts fall free and pulled up to look at her.

Tania noted Chris’ look of pleasure as he drank in her breasts. They had grown a cup size and she liked them a little bigger. Her large nipples were sensitive and neglected. When Chris moved his tongue around them it sent a current directly to her groin. She exhaled with a light moan.

Hearing this indicated to Chris that he was on the right track. He boldly moved a hand to the hem of her loose fitting dress. He pulled it up and brought a hand to her swollen stomach. He began to circle his hand around it, noting Tania make no move to stop this. His other hand and mouth continued to work her breasts.

Chris circled lower on her belly and now Tania’s breathing became deeper. She moved her lips to his neck and began to peck him there.

“Oh Chris, this is nice” Tania whispered, clearly aroused.

“She wants a bit more,” he thought, dropping his hand to run his fingers along the top of her panty line. Again he waited to see if she offered any objection.

When no rejection materialised, Chris slipped his fingers inside the panty line and pushed them down. He felt a tuft of trimmed hair covering her mons and quickly moved across it, onto her ample lower lips. His fingers found her warm and humid where they rested. He moved his lips back onto hers. Now they kissed aggressively.

Keeping his hand flat and his fingers together, Chris rubbed gently up and down the length of her plump vulva, grazing her clitoris as he went. Tania actively began to push herself forward, into his fingers. She risked slipping off the table and put a hand back to secure herself.

“Shit this woman has been seriously neglected,” Chris thought, smiling inwardly. “She’s on heat.”

When he located moisture, his middle finger naturally slipped through the lubricated folds, probing up into the warm, inviting crevice. He hooked it and moved it about searching out that spot that would truly awaken her desires. Her body tensing told him when he had found what he was searching for.

Tania had entirely surrendered to the feelings she was experiencing. The lips and hands upon her breasts the brushing of her clit and the thick finger wedged inside of her. All was heightened by her recent abstinence, plus the daring of their situation in the kitchen. Chris merely cupped his hand onto her pussy while she rode his finger with small pelvic movements.

Despite her intense arousal, her orgasm took her by surprise. She had never cum so easily before in her life. It radiated out through her lower body. She pushed her clitoris into the palm of his hand, to intensify the sensations and disappeared into that blissful, semi-conscious state for a minute or so.

The experience of bringing Tania to completion saw Chris become rock hard. He began to feel some urgency. As her orgasm began to settle he removed his hand and went directly to unbuckle himself.

She heard his pants drop to the floor. With her sundress rucked up high over her stomach, and breasts on full display, Tania suddenly felt very vulnerable. She felt him begin to kiss her neck as he moved both hands to her hips. Lifting her to stand, he began to turn her.

“From behind,” she thought. “He’s going to penetrate me from behind.”

She had no objection to this. She welcomed it; wanting more than a finger. Her desire to be filled still lingered from last night’s dream.

It was then she heard her mother call to them from her bedroom.

“Fuck,” Chris exclaimed in frustration, knowing the spell was broken and feeling his hard edge easing off rapidly.

Tania heard her mother, but felt no panic. She appreciated what her new lover had done for her. She knew her mother would struggle to get out of bed unaided and wouldn’t try with help in the house.

“Here,” she said to Chris, spitting into her hand and locating for his hardness.

She began to massage his, now semi hard, cock and he clearly appreciated this. However, Escort Artvin she soon felt there was too much friction; she needed lubrication.

“You don’t have too Tania; your mother…”

“She’ll be alright,” she whispered in his ear. “Let me touch you; I want too.”

At this point Tania took herself back to her teenage years and utilised all the skills she had developed pleasuring various drunken boyfriends. She turned her head and saw the bottles they had earlier knocked over on the table. She quickly collected up the olive oil bottle.

Chris watched in disbelief as Tania sat down on the chair, brought the bottle to her breasts and shook oil onto them. No sooner had she done this than she placed the bottle down and massaged the oil across her breasts.

“Quickly,” she said, indicating that he should step forward. As he placed a leg each side of her, she grasped his pole with her slick hands and began to massage both it and his balls.

“That’s better,” she cooed, as he began to swell again

“Oh jeeze,” Chris gasped, as he delighted in her skillful touch.

“Bloody hell,” smiled Tania as she felt him swell to full proportions. “I haven’t lost my touch. He’s ready.”

“Put it between my tits,” she commanded.

Chris was a taken aback at her crass choice of words, but needed no second invitation. He placed his now cock between her well lubricated breasts. Tania put her hands to their sides and pushed them around him, just as she had done with her old boyfriends, back in the day.

Chris immediately began to thrust his cock up and down, through the snug gap Tania had created with her breasts.

“What man could resist this,” thought Tania, as she delighted in giving a man pleasure for the first time in 6 months.

She felt Chris’ thrusting speed up, a hand on each of her shoulders. She looked down and watched the head of his cock appear, then disappear, in and out of the hole she was making for it. Faster still he went as he pushed hard into her chest to get more pressure.

Finally he let out a strangled moan and warm semen hit her under the chin and throat. He moved his hands to the back of her head and pushed it into his hard stomach. She kissed him there.

“Good boy,” she whispered as he finished. She released her breasts and took hold of his cock, seeing it now glistening with semen and sweat. It looked inviting and Tania was on a sexual plateau. She keen to impress her new lover still further.

Tania moved her lips onto his knob. She swirled her tongue around it, tasting olive oil and his saltiness. Then she pulled back and looked up at him. The look she saw told her Chris was clearly taken aback by her actions.

“Oh golly Tarn, that was fantastic”

“It was the best Chris,” she said smiling at his calling her that name for the first time. “But now we must see to Mum.”

With that she rose, hitched her straps up and moved to the kitchen sink. She used a paper towel to wipe him off her, while Chris dressed himself.

She would have liked to have cleared the air of her lingering scent. However, there was nothing for it. She had to go to her mother and help her to the toilet. She quickly washed her hands at the kitchen tap.

As she walked down the hall to her mother’s bedroom she smiled to herself.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she thought, still feeling the glow from the sexual encounter. “Taking a man between my boobs and letting him cum on me. I haven’t done anything like that in years. Oh Tania, you’re so daring.”

“What’s that smell?” her mother asked bluntly, when Tania got to her.

“Mum, please. I’m getting a bit of discharge.”

“Oh,” was all her mother replied and Tania was unsure if she’d believed her or not.

“Is Troy here today?” she continued.

“No he’s not; he had to work today Mum.”

“Oh. Are you two getting on well dear?”

“Yep things couldn’t be better, he’s very supportive,” Tania replied, feeling a small pang of conscience.

—

Troy had been a very frustrated man that Friday. The senior’s history class was not until the end of the day. The final period of the week. He was cranky with his pupils throughout the day and largely uncommunicative with his peers in the staff room at lunch time. During the afternoon he watched the clock, counting down the minutes.

The one thing he did do, which alleviated his frustrations, was to hang a Betsy Rose flag up on his door. This was most appropriate for a History class and it completely covered the thin window in the door, meaning no one could look in.

When the senior class arrived at 2pm he caught his breath. Friday being golf practice day, Bailee arrived wearing a short yellow skirt complimented by a tight pale blue, sleeveless polo shirt. It took Troy’s breath away, as he felt his cock stirring at the sight.

Bailee went to her front row seat and immediately crossed her legs.

“She knows I enjoy those legs,” Troy thought.

So the lesson proceeded similar to the previous day. Furtive glances, her legs crossed, showing them off to full effect. By the end Troy was fully aroused and had a plan. He called on three pupils, including Bailee to stay behind. After the bell rang and the class departed, he saw the three one at time, leaving Bailee to last. The first two departed when he had finished speaking with them.

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The chronological order of my stories is as follows:

Todd as our four unknown helpers suddenly rushed passed me and saved the day, my aching heart wondered if Cindy had just made the supreme sacrifice…

Part 2 – Chaos and Darkness

At about 12:30am, I arrived at University Hospital and went to the waiting room on the floor where the Trauma Center was. Cindy had been rushed into surgery. I found Chief Griswold already there; he’d rushed to the hospital as soon as the words ‘Officer Down’ had hit the airwaves.

Captain Leslie Charles was also there: it was his son that had been hit in the leg.

“Charles is going to be okay.” Griswold told me. “Bullet went clean through the leg, but no major blood vessels hit, nor was the bone. It’s going to hurt a lot for a while, though.”

“And Cindy?” I asked, barely able to speak the words.

“Don’t know yet. They rushed her in fast, and I didn’t like the looks on their faces.” the Chief replied.

I took out my cell phone and called Molly in Midtown, telling her what had happened, and asking her to pick up Teresa and get up here as fast as they could. Other people began trickling in, first Martin Nash, then Laura, then almost all of the rest of the MCD team as well as Julie Newton and Timothy Geiger of Vice.

I talked with the Chief about the raid, telling his what had happened, what had gone wrong. I mentioned the four black-clad gunmen that had come in and saved us, and said that nobody knew who they were. Laura said she had no knowledge of any Federal agents ready to help us, and I believed her. As we talked, Senior Patrolmen Rudistan and Morton came up to us, long looks on their faces.

“Sir,” said Rudistan, being the bravest and not letting bad news get worse with age, “the bastard got away.” He then reported that Ned and his henchmen had come out of the gym with guns blazing, and while none of our guys had been hit, the covering fire had enabled Ned to get in one of the cars and get away. Two henchmen had died when police returned fire, but the other cars also got away, covering for Ned. Some police cars gave chase, but Ned’s car was gone and one of the Sergeants had called off the chase as the bad guys were firing at the cop cars while driving through Town, creating considerable risk to the populace. I could understand that.

“Ned has to be somewhere,” I said, “he could not have gotten far.” I knew APBs were out on the car and police were crawling Antep Escort all over Town and the County like fire ants from a disturbed mound. Moments later, a call came in to Rudistan’s police radio that Ned’s car had been found, abandoned, just south of the Courthouse Square. But despite an intense

and motivated manhunt, my bastard nephew was not to be found this night.

“What do you think, Crowbar?” the Chief asked, prodding me to start talking and let things flow so that I could put the puzzle pieces together. But I was too worried about Cindy.

“I can’t think right now, Chief.” I said, looking towards the doors of the Trauma Center. “It’s going to take some time to process all of this one.”

“I understand.” the Chief said, patting me on the knee. “Just relax. All we can do is wait, now.”

We waited. Every time the intercom came on, calling a doctor or for something to come to Trauma Center, we all jumped out of our skins, and we prayed that no doctor would come walking slowly out of there towards us…

—

At 1:30, I got a call from Hugh Hewitt, asking me to come down to the Armory at Headquarters. I headed over.

I found Hugh and four SWAT team members in the armory, looking at the disassembled pieces of the ambusher’s rifle they’d recovered from the scene. After telling them that their buddy Charles was out of danger, I listened to the report as Hewitt talked.

“Sir, this recoil spring here is much stronger than an ordinary M-4.” Hewitt said. And if you look at the chamber and barrel, you can see it’s built stronger than the ordinary military rifle. Also, look at these bullets… these pointed tips. These bullets are packed with powder that would damage an ordinary rifle.”

“So what does this mean?” I asked.

Hugh said “Sir, when I was in Special Ops, this shit was classified. Only a few people even had these kind of rifles and bullets. They’re meant to penetrate body armor. The bullets are ‘cop-killer’ bullets, and illegal for ordinary citizens or even police officers to have. Of course we’ll bag these as evidence so we don’t get busted. But the bottom line, Lieutenant, is that whoever ambushed us had access to some extremely powerful and limited special hardware.”

“Sir, let me show you this.” said the SWAT team member who was the brother of the young man known as ‘The Leader’. It was Cindy’s armored vest. “She took eight hits to the vest. Five of them didn’t penetrate Antep Escort Bayan but three did. She also had on a thigh plate, and at the sharp angle two bullets bounced off like bouncing off water, and also didn’t pierce her vest. But seeing what kind of bullets these were, she was lucky that only three got through. She should be dead, and so should several of us that took hits. They meant to kill us, Lieutenant. That much is for sure.”

I just nodded. The first puzzle pieces were falling into place in my mind. As I drove back to the hospital I finally allowed my mind to roam… and I began to see clearly the ‘what’ and the ‘how’ and the ‘why’ of everything that had happened in that gymnasium…

—

When I got back to the Hospital, the Chief met me in the hallway. “Not the best time and place to discuss this, but I suspect it fits in with what’s going on.” Griswold said, his own considerable abilities to put puzzle pieces together being exposed. “Internal Affairs reported yesterday afternoon on the Crime Lab break-in. Technician Cho did use her exit code to set the alarm, as she should have. However, someone came in and defeated the system. They did not punch in a code but defeated it electronically. So that’s why there were no alarms.”

“Yes sir, that bespeaks high level stuff, just like when that guy was caught in our Evidence rooms.” I said, “And yes, it does fit into this. I think I’ve got a handle on what’s going on- oh, hello Molly.”

Molly and Teresa had arrived. As they hugged me and then lots of other people, I shook hands with the third person that walked in: Detective Sergeant Wes “Coldiron” Masters of the Midtown Police Force.

“What brings you here, Sergeant?” I asked.

“I drove Detectives Evans and Croyle up here.” Masters replied. “No way I was going to let either of them drive.” I thanked Masters for that; this was a man that took care of his people, something to take note of.

People were chatting, Molly with me and Chief Griswold, the MCD detectives already starting to make notes for their reports. To my surprise, Captain Charles and Sgt. Masters were engaged in conversation and seemed to really be hitting it off.

Teresa sat by herself, her eyes downcast, but that did not last long. Laura sat down next to her and talked with her. Teresa did not demand to be left alone, but allowed herself to be talked to, and soon Laura was giving her a well-needed hug and comforting Escort Antep her like no one else in the room could.

At 3:00am, Tanya Perlman arrived, having led the processing of the crime scene. She had managed to recover one of the perps’ unfired cartridges, and she showed it to all of us, saying that it was a cop-killer bullet. “They meant to kill people, Lieutenant.” she said. “People wearing armor. I don’t think this was a drug set-up. They meant to kill us, and probably you were the primary target, Lieutenant.”

“I agree about the ambush, but I’m not sure that I nor anyone else was a specific target. I think they just wanted to shoot at police officers.” I said. Even as I sat there and tried not to think, more puzzle pieces were edging into my consciousness from the edges, demanding to be put in their proper place.

I looked over at Laura. My wife was beginning to understand as she looked at the cop-killer bullet. “Excuse me for a moment.” she said, getting up to leave. When she did not return for some minutes, I went looking for her.

The waiting room was in the corner of the hospital, where the left-side “L” shape was (the overall hospital was like a letter “I”). The Trauma Center was straight ahead, and I went to the side, down the leg of the building towards the front, the Town. The first hospital room down that hall was empty and the door was cracked open. I looked inside to see my wife standing in the darkness, looking out the window. As I came in and approached, I could see tears streaming down her face.

“This is not my Agency.” she whispered as I came up behind her and put my arms around her. “This is not the Company that I’ve loved and worked for for all of these years.” she said, almost sobbing.

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” I said. “It’s not your fault. I know who’s behind it.”

“And it was you they were after tonight, wasn’t it?” Laura said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And Cindy jumped ahead of you. Martin told me that they had to tackle you to keep you from going out there…”

“Yes, you’re right, they held me back.” I said, letting myself acknowledge that my team did everything to keep me safe, all of them knowing that I would have gone out there first and taken those bullets that Cindy did if they had not restrained me… and if I could, I’d trade places with Cindy right now.

“I am going to kill those bastards.” Laura said. “I don’t care anymore; they’ve crossed the line.”

“How about you let me take care of this one, honey.” I said, knowing what I was going to do.

“You can’t.” Laura said. “It’s over your head. If you kill any of them, we both will be killed in retaliation. This isn’t about the law, this is an internecine CIA war.”

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I woke up to find Charlie not in bed but a note on his pillow.

“Baby, I will be home shortly with a suprise” Love Charlie.

I get out of bed put on my robe and hop in the shower. Standing under the hot water I wonder what on earth he is up to today.

I finish my shower and get dressed to start some breakfast as now I am hungry after my night of lovemaking.

I grab a Banana, box of Cheerios, and a bowl, spoon, and milk and sit down to eat when I hear a truck and trailer pull into the driveway.

I get up from the table, open up the door and Charlie is getting out of the truck. He goes back to the trailer and opens the doors and leads out a Horse who looks like Blue’s Chance.

Suddenly the horse turns and neighs and I realize it is Blue’s Chance. He hobbles with Charlie in tow to the front steps.

I slowly make my way to Blue as not to frighten him. He puts his head into my hand and softly nibbles my fingers looking for treats. I quick run in and grab a Apple and bring it out for him.

Charlie ties him to the steel post and pulls me into his embrace and gives me a quick tender kiss.

“Bill, was selling him” Charlie said

But he didn’t tell me how much until I called him last night when Antep Escort you were sleeping.

“Bill sold him because he tore a ligament and is no longer able to race” Charlie told me as I fed Blue his Apple pieces.

I wanted us to share the horse who brought us together 6 years ago at the race track.

“Blue is going to be standing stud here on our farm. We have full ownership to him, Bill signed him over 25 minutes ago through the understanding that he gets Blue’s 1st colt or Filly.”

Charlie knew I always wanted to start my own breeding farm and Blue is our first chance.

Blue munches happily on his apple and neighs at the 2 Geldings Barry and Danner both American Quarter Horses. who were brought to us a rescues.

Barry a Black Gelding with a Star and white Front stocking neighed back and Danner a Dun with a white strip on his face neighed back.

We untie Blue and lead him to his new stall in our 25 stall barn. He has a 18 x 18 stall with room to lay down and a paddock that adjoins Barry & danner.

Charlie closes the stall door and watches as Blue gets accustomed to his surroundings.

I pull Charlie into my arms and gave him a tender loving kiss.

“i Love you” I whispered Antep Escort Bayan in his ear.

“I Love you, even more” Charlie whispered back.

Charlie and I head back to the house and continue our makeout.

I pull Charlie onto the couch and slowly begin kissing him I slide my tongue in and out of his mouth as he does to me.

I Slowly begin to remove his t-shirt and jeans and he slowly removes my blouse and shorts. I kiss my way across his neck, chest, flick my tongue on nipples and he moans in pleasure, I slowly kiss my way down to his boxers and slowly lift them off of his hips to reveal his slowly forming erection.

I slowly take his manhood in my mouth and begin to give him an unforgettable blow job. I take his scrotum in my mouth and suck on each one individually. He moans in utter pleasure.

“Suck me” Charlie gasped.

I suck and pull gently on his scrotum with my lips and teeth and begin to bob up and down on Charlie’s manhood.

“I’m close to coming” Charlie gasps once more as my tongue flicks the tip of his erection.

“Come for me” I say with my sexiest voice.

slurp, slurp I continue to give him head as I taste a drop of precum on his cock.

“I’m Escort Antep coming” Charlie roars as his orgasm hits him like a load of bricks.

I taste the cum hit the back of my throat and I swallow every drop he gives me.

Charlie removes my bra and panties and leaves my anklets on.

He inserts 2 fingers in my cunt and begins to pleasure me by rubbing and finger fiucking me. I moan and beg for him to continue.

He rubs and strokes my pussy and fucks my with his fingers harder and faster. He removes his Fingers and begins to gently pull on my nipples to make me moan even harder.

“Rub Me” while gently stroking his manhood.

Charlie rubs me over and over until he feels my vagina squeeze him like it was his cock in me.

“I’m coming” I cried out as my orgasm hits me like a jackhammer.

Charlie enters me in a swift motion. I feel his Cock slide in and out of my now soaked pussy from coming.

Squeek, Squeek as Charlie pounds into me on the couch.

I reach between my legs and gently stroke his cock as it slides in and out of my pussy.

Charlie moans in pleasure.

“Fuck me harder” I beg Charlie

with that he pounds into me harder and faster, I can feel his cock tighten as its about to cum.

“I’m coming baby” he cries as he shoots a load into me.

“me too” I cry as I shudder in release with him.

Charlie pulls me into his embrace and covers us up with the throw from the back of the couch.

Together we fall fast asleep.

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Alan and Beth were enjoying their reunion. All the things they liked to do with each other, they had done…some of them more than once. Alan had to return home in the morning and again they would have to wait to be together. Alan knew their last night would have to be the topper to a great visit.

There were things they had discussed doing either on the phone or while they’ve been together this short period. Things that always seemed to make Beth as hot as all hell. Alan wanted to give her some of those things. Or at least one.

It was early evening and they were going out for a dinner out. Beth told Alan to pick her outfit. He set out a black skirt, button down blouse, black thigh highs and heels. And a scoop cup bra that accentuated her full breasts.

He heard the shower start and quickly joined her in it. He got a handful of shampoo and began to wash her hair. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back toward him. After rinsing her hair he got the scrubbie and started washing her body. He rolled her nipples with his fingers wrapped in the mesh of the scrubbie. He washed his way down her belly until he found her clit. He pinched it between his fingers, letting the mesh gently grate on her pleasure button. She was reaching her climax, so he turned her around and dropped to one knee, sliding his tongue deeply between her labia. That drove her over the edge and she grabbed his hair and ground her hips into his mouth, taking his tongue as deep as it would go.

She then took the shampoo, and with Alan still on one knee, started washing his Antep Escort hair. She then guided him to his feet and started washing his body. She saved his cock for last, paying slow and loving attention to it. After washing and rinsing it, she bent down and took it in her mouth. She ran her tongue all over the head of his stiffened cock, then took the whole thing in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, squeezing his balls in her hand. With the other she ran a finger between his buttocks. She found his anus and slowly slid a finger in it. That was all it took. He began to pump his hips as his cock spewed his seed into her hungry mouth. She swallowed it all and stood. He told her he had one more little thing he wanted to do with her in the shower.

He soaped up her pubic mound and grabbed a razor. Back on his knees he told her to spread her legs. He started shaving the hair around her labia. When she was completely shaved clean he rinsed her off and kissed all over the area he just shaved. When the tip of his tongue teased her clit she shivered. They got out of the shower and began to get dressed.

She loved the clothes he had laid out for her, and made a big deal of slowly getting dressed. She gave him a wink at the lack of undies and loved the cool air on her freshly shaved twat. They left her apartment and went to the restaurant. Alan actually behaved himself and didn’t try to make her any hotter than she already was.

They got to the restaurant and were led to their table. The waiter asked them for their drink order and left. Antep Escort Bayan When he returned with their drinks Alan had pulled the hem of her skirt up just enough that the waiter could see the tops of her stockings. They saw the flush rise from the collar of his starched shirt and color his face. After stuttering through their food order taking he left in a hurry. They grinned and giggled at each other as they sipped their champagne.

When the waiter returned with their food he had visibly regained his composure. It left quickly when, while handing Beth her food he noticed two buttons undone. Most of her breasts were exposed. And Alan had raised her hem a little farther. The waiter could see her labia. Beth looked at the erection that had popped up in the waiters pants. Alan looked the waiter in the eye and tipped him a wink.

When they were finished eating, the waiter came back to offer them dessert. Alan winked at the waiter and told him that he already had the dessert he wanted. The waiter walked away and Alan took Beth’s hand and led her to the restroom. Like most fancy restaurants the restroom was quite comfortable. There was a sofa in there and Alan led Beth to it. He laid her down on it and started kissing her all over. He unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and freed her lovely breasts from the bra. He kissed them all over. When he finally made his way to her nipples he was very attentive to them. Kissing and licking and sucking her nipples. He took one then the other gently between his teeth. Alan kissed the rest of the Escort Antep way down her belly. When he reached her clit she gasped…but that wasn’t the only sound Alan heard. He heard the waiter, who had come to give them the bill for their dinner.

He watched as Alan made love to Beth. The waiter was stroking his erection through his pants. Beth looked up at the waiter and smiled. Just then Alan’s tongue found its mark again, sliding deep between her labia. Beth undid Alan’s pants and slid them down his thighs. She spread her legs, giving both men a spectacular view of her shaved pussy. Alan placed the head of his cock against the opening of her pussy, and slid it just inside. The strong muscles inside her did the rest. They worked to pull all of his hard cock into her. They started moving together, slowly at first, then faster. He started driving his cock deep into her hot wet pussy. The waiter was now visibly stroking his cock watching Alan and Beth go at it. He had freed it from his pants and was timing his strokes to those of the two lovers.

Alan was pistoning into her harder and faster then ever, knowing they were being watched. She was raising her hips to him taking his cock as deep as it could go. She held her breasts up to him so he could suck her nipples while he drove his cock into her. She could feel her orgasm start. She gripped his cock harder with the muscles in her talented pussy. She softly called his name as she began to cum. He moaned as he began shooting hot jets of semen into her. They both heard the moans of the waiter as he came into some paper towel he’d collected from the basin. That made their orgasms that much more intense.

They left the restaurant…leaving the exact amount of money for their dinners on the table. They figured they’d already given the waiter enough of a tip…

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