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The bed I’m lying on is soft, and I can hear her moving around. Behind the blindfold, it’s hard to tell if my eyes are open or closed. It’s tied tight, just like whatever she used to tie my wrists to the headboard, but I barely notice; I am completely focussed on trying to sense where she is, what she’s doing…

[Eventually, she opens the door. The first thing I notice is her dressing gown, which annoys me a little as she was supposed to be ready to leave by now. Then I see the gown is open just enough so I can see what she’s (barely) wearing underneath. Then, as I notice the dark lipstick and move to kiss her, she places her palm on my chest and raises a finger to my lips. I begin to say something but her eyes shut me up. She pulls me inside and shuts the door. I try to kiss her again, but it’s not happening. She takes my hand and leads me up the darkened stairway to her room. She stops me when we reach her door and reaches into one of the pockets. It’s so dark I barely see the blindfold before she removes my glasses and ties the fabric around my head. I hear the door opening and we move into the room…]

A lighter flicks three times, and a few moments later I can smell- it’s incense, but it’s a different scent to the one she usually uses. Less sweet. Still nice though. I feel a soft breeze from the window roll over my chest, but as the room is fairly warm, it’s more welcoming than anything. Eventually I hear her move closer to the bed. I can just about sense that she’s leaning in towards me, then I almost flinch as I feel her tongue move lightly over my lips. I motion to kiss her, arms straining against whatever she used to tie them to the frame…

It’s then that the first drop of wax lands on my chest, as I realise it wasn’t incense. The pain isn’t too bad, but this time I definitely flinch. Squirming against the restraints, fists clenched a little, I hear her giggle. Another drop lands a little further down my chest. At first, the way it stings ataşehir escort bayan causes me to suck in air through my teeth almost every time it happens. Again she places her palm on my chest; this time to lightly brush off the wax to prevent it from hardening, which provokes the opposite reaction from me. She’s leaning in close and I can smell her body as my blood begins to rush and the pain becomes less noticeable, less important. It’s hard not to try to break free and take her right now, but I figure there’s time for that later, and I don’t want to miss what happens in between. Anyway, what she’s doing feels amazing. The drops of wax move downwards, over my stomach and towards the waistband of my boxers. Just before the drops begin to land in more sensitive territory, they stop. I briefly smell ash as I hear her place the snuffed candle on the bedside table.

She continues to softly rub her palms and fingertips over my tensed stomach and waist, then the tops of my legs. I can’t see, but I’m certain that, if it wasn’t for my underwear, my dick would be standing straight up. I’m so hard it almost hurts, and the fact she keeps moving away her hands before she reaches it is killing me. As if hearing my thoughts, she gets up and walks around the bed. Suddenly my last item of clothing is removed, and I swear I can actually hear her grin. Another few seconds go by before I feel her boobs, almost too soft and warm, brushing against my face. She begins to push them a little harder as my tongue flicks around and over her already-hard nipples. I occasionally, very gently, bring my teeth down on them and suck; at this she starts breathing heavier, as she runs her fingertips up, down and around the length of my cock, every touch from her causing it to twitch, as my arms strain at the ties…

She gets up on the bed. I still can’t see, but from how I think she’s positioned herself, as well as from the new-but-familiar scent (few things are as big escort kadıköy a turn-on as when you can smell how excited she is), I’m guessing she wants to use my tongue, a guess she then affirms when she pushes herself onto my face. I don’t thrust my tongue inside her at first; I trace it around the edges of her opening, using the fact that she is dripping wet to facilitate the delicacy of my tongues’ movement. She’s making the sexiest sounds, and starts to push herself onto me with greater force. My tongue finally slides inside her; she gasps, sits a little more comfortably, and finally takes my by-now-severely-throbbing cock in her hand, keeping her movements slow, every now and then squeezing the tip.

After a time, I begin to use the flat of my tongue to circle around her swollen clit, more forcefully but keeping a slow, steady speed. This makes her get louder, as, from the way she tastes and the fact that everything just became much wetter, she’s getting ready to come. My tongue slows its pace, and, as if in response, I hear her spit on my dick. Then she wraps her lips around the head and gently sucks. Then she starts moving her head up and down in sync with her hand, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from thrusting into her throat. For a couple of minutes the only sounds come from our mouths, wet sounds and moans and heavy breathing. My hips force myself into her mouth as I lap at her, and I can feel her excitement running down my face. As if sensing that I’m nearly there, she gives my dick a final squeeze with her mouth and climbs off me. I hear the door open and close…

I shout for her to come back, but I already hear her walking down the stairs. I’m almost angry, but mostly I just need her back here. My body aches, especially my arms. I’m less hard now, as I can’t even finish myself off. I try to get comfortable…

I’m awoken to the feel of her mouth and hands sliding up and down around me and this time I can’t stop myself as bostancı escort I force my way into her mouth, which she doesn’t mind and uses her hands more, keeping her tongue out as she sometimes lets her spit drip on my dick to keep it slick, and then keeping one hand wrapped around me, she removes my blindfold. My eyes don’t take long to adjust to the low-lit room. My mouth literally starts to water as I see her, the candlelight accentuating what little she’s wearing, and I don’t think I’ve ever been harder. She lets go of me, slides off her underwear and then sits atop me, gripping me and rubbing her clit with my cock, and then, ever so slowly, pushes herself down on me…

Moving up and down, she releases one of my arms, then the other, and I can’t stop grabbing her body and running my hands over it as she moves faster and faster and I slap her ass and pull her face down and force my tongue into her mouth which she does back to me and nothing exists except my mouth and my hands and my dick and sweat is running down both of us, making the bedsheets wet and I push her down so I’m on top and I hold her wrists and push myself into her slowly and deep and she’s making the most amazing sounds, and the her body twisting underneath me is gorgeous, glistening in the low light as she moves and digs her nails into my back, and when she can feel I’m about to come she pushes me on my back and takes my cock in her mouth and I explode into her and she keeps sucking for a while and sliding her hands up and down, I barely exist for a minute or two, nothing exists but the feeling pulsing its way from the tip of my cock to the rest of me…

After I regain feeling, I throw her on her back again, lick my fingers and push them inside her; she starts to move around again, sighing, then gasping, then swearing as I lick at her clit, doing that circling motion again but much faster this time and she’s forcing herself onto me and I’m moving my fingers quickly in and out of her and my face is so wet as she comes, quickly, and loudly, then she grabs my head, pulls me up to her and we kiss, long, and slow, for the next few minutes. Her back is to my front. My arms are around her. We drift off to a deep sleep, the sweat cooling on our bodies…

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When Kate wheeled the truck into the repair yard. She looked at the woman. “You understand, I can’t fix your car tonight.”

“Oh, but I thought.” The woman was very concerned.

“Honey, this is not a 24 hour service center. This is Podunk Arizona and I run this place by myself.” Kate stepped out of the truck. “Now you can come in and we can do the paperwork on this, I will call and get you a room at the only motel in town and we will get you on your way by tomorrow afternoon if we are lucky.”

Tracy thought about it but by the time she had decided that was ataşehir escort bayan a reasonable plan, Kate was already in the office. When she entered the office, Kate was filling out a work order.

She nodded. “Have a seat.”

Tracy sat. A few minutes later, Kate turned the form toward Tracy and placed a pen on the desk. “I’ll need your contact info and a signature.” She said.

Tracy started to read the form. Kate stood and went to the door, flipping the lock and pulling down the shades. Tracy was paying no attention.

When Tracy had escort kadıköy signed and pushed the form back to where Kate had been sitting, which was the first time she realized Kate had moved.

Kate was beside her when Tracy looked up. Kate ran her fingers over Tracy’s cheek. Tracy leaned back. It gave Kate room to slip in between Tracy and the desk. The two were looking at each other.

“Now,” Kate said. She began unbuttoning her jeans.

“What?” Tracy started to speak.

Kate made a shushing noise and put a finger to her lips. “I believe what bostancı escort you told me was ‘Please, I will do anything.’ Isn’t that right?”

“But?” Tracy objected.

Kate leaned forward and worked her jeans down over her hips. Under those greasy work clothes, she was quite a pretty thirty-year-old woman. “I still have your car hooked to my truck.” She explained. “I can take it back out there on that dark lonely road if you would prefer.”

Finally Tracy shook her head.

Kate slipped onto the desk and pulled her jeans free. She dropped them on the floor. Tracy just stared at Kate.

“I’ve never done this before.” Tracy said.

Kate pulled Tracy to her feet. She kissed her cheek and then she whispered. “Well, you won’t be able to say that tomorrow.”

“Now take my panties off. I’m a very horny girl.”

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When I got into MBA school, I was required to take some undergrad courses since I had been a non-business undergraduate major. In the accounting class, I met Marty, a late 40s mother of two divorced from an eye surgeon. I was 27. She had never worked and was going back to college to get her BA, had kids in their early 20s, and apparently made out very well in the divorce–had a big fine, paid-for house, drove a top-end Benz, and groomed and dressed impeccably.

Very assertive and sociable, she was an accomplished “networker,” and could meet and impress 20 people in a single hour, as I had observed between classes. She was very smart, too–made straight As–and really enterprising, as well–taking most of the divorce settlement and investing it in houses that she leased. She already had like 6 or 8 and was buying more.

Her looks: The first thing you’d notice about Marty was her smile, full upper and lower lips, wide and friendly with large, fairly straight, porcelain-white teeth, and she was always smiling, always. The lines in her face sent a message of “interesting woman” rather than “lady getting on up there.” Her emerald-green eyes sparkled over high cheek bones, and though she wore lots of make-up, she always looked like a Hollywood make-up artist had applied it, and the shade of her lipstick was always a perfect match with the polish on her professionally manicured nails.

Auburn with just a tinge of red (probably colored, but who cares?), her wavy hair was styled immaculately in a simple but appealing swept-back, medium volume fashion to just below her shoulders. She stood about 5′ 5″ in heels and had a classic 1940s “hourglass figure,” but, even so, the expensive, “all-business” but not masculine style clothes she wore did not bring attention to her physique.

Overall, her appearance telegraphed utterly together and professional. But more on her looks later.

Her home-leasing enterprise is how I really got to know her. She’d buy the houses cheap because they needed repairs, and could charge high rent because they were in nice neighborhoods in the ‘burbs, but needed to fix them up in order to do so. I had a home restoration business at the time which focused on renovating early-1900s inner-city homes. Though it was not my market niche, she asked me to give her an estimate on fixing up a home that she had just bought and was anxious to get leased in a hurry to turn the cash flow positive.

So I took a look at it, and it needed painting inside, carpeting, new linoleum in the kitchen and baths, some ceiling repairs, windows caulked–easy stuff–and, of course, it was vacant–fast work. I gave her my pretty high estimate, which she tried to negotiate down, but I held my ground and promised I could finish it in a week, so she said OK. I finished the job a day early and she was very pleased with the work and paid in cash.

I went to her own fabulous home one evening to drop off some supplies for a new house near her that she had bought but not yet taken possession of. As she gave me the grand tour of her place, I noted that all her stuff was only the best of the best–Persian rugs, antique furnishings, Lalique crystal, Yamaha stereo, Bosendorfer baby grand piano–the works.

She said she had not had dinner, asked if I’d eaten yet, which I hadn’t, so she ordered some delivery Chinese and uncorked what I figured was an astronomically expensive bottle of 1957 Chateau Rothchild before we sat down to sip it and wait for the food to arrive. She was a great conversationalist and very interesting. She showed me lots of pictures of her son and daughter, who looked like Miss America, and told me she was single, not dating anyone at the time, and would be home from college for Christmas break the following week.

Really? Those pool party photos certainly placed her as a finalist in the swimsuit competition, and the sorority dance pics of her in that plunging v-neck black dress already had me puckering for her ample breasts. Then Marty said she thought her daughter and I would really like each other. So at this point, I figured Marty was laying the groundwork for a little get-together with her superb daughter, whose bones I had already decided would be appropriate to jump on our second date.

The bottle empty, Marty produced a second of the same vintage just as the Chinese food arrived. We ate the spring rolls, hot-and-sour soup, and moved on to the garlic beef as we talk, talk, talked.

We covered many topics, but then she asked if I thought she had a sexy voice. In truth, since we had a business/academic relationship, I’d never really thought about it, and I was surprised that she asked me such a thing, having sized her up as really quite conservative. Come to think about it, she did have an extremely sexy voice–low and husky with a refined Southern accent–so I told her, “yeah.” Then I changed the subject back to her daughter, who currently occupied my interest as a most devine repository of my spermatazoa.

Marty said everyone thought she and her daughter ataşehir escort bore a strong resemblance, that they had won some mother-daughter look-a-like contest the year before. Well, upon consideration, looking again at the pictures in the album, Marty and her daughter DID look very similar, remarkably so. Pointing at a large, full-length photo of her daughter, Marty proceeded to cover their similarities feature by feature: eyes, nose, mouth, ears, cheeks, chin, and “figure,” which she stood up to model, quickly smoothing her perfectly manicured hands across her bustline, down her narrow waist, and around her hips.

Though I had always regarded Marty as an attractive older woman, I was now, for the first time, thinking of her differently, somewhat sexy. Marty was effectively transferring my interest from her daughter to her.

Then Marty told me why she had asked me about her voice, couching it as a secret I must promise not to tell. My interest was piqued, and I swore I would not tell. She said she made erotic tapes! Now, this was like hearing that Madeline Albright chews tobacco–totally out of character.

Marty told the entire story of how she’d gotten involved by simply answering the phone one day, and the guy on the other end had told her what a sexy voice she had, and then referred her to someone else, who, in turn, referred her to yet another person, a woman who owned the company who explained to Marty the business, what would be required of her, and how much money she could make–a lot.

Wow, erotic tapes, huh? What kind of erotic tapes, I asked. She asked me if I would like to hear one. Well, I guess I did. So she went into the other room and returned with a small (naturally high-end) tape player and handed it to me. Apparently, I would have to be the one to press play, so, after a moment of hesitation, I did. Long pause, then clearly Marty’s voice.

To listen to Marty’s recorded voice and not associate it with her, it sounded like a much younger woman. I don’t remember the exact wording, but the first part of the tape was fairly mild, though alluring, and went something like this:

“Hi, my name is Vanessa, and I’m a 23-year-old blonde swimsuit model. I got into it because I’ve always liked to swim, to feel the water coursing over my body. I used to swim on my high school team and usually won races, so I went to college on a scholarship. But the competition there was a lot tougher, and I often didn’t win.

Though I’m athletic and slender, my coach said it was because of my build. You see, my breasts are too big; they measure 36D even when I pull the tape real tight around them. I met some people at a meet who wanted to take some pictures of me in their company’s swimsuits, so I gave it a try and got the job. I’d always enjoyed the way guys would look at me in my own bikinis, so it was really easy to pose for the photos in front of the mostly male crew.

The problem was, some of the company’s suits were a lot skimpier than my own and showed my tan lines, so I started laying out nude. Since my hair would poke out of the tiny bottoms, I also had to start shaving completely bare, if you know what I mean.

To keep my tan, I take my lunch out on my deck at midday when it’s sunny and lay out naked for an hour or so. Sometimes I catch the neighbor guys checking me out, and it kinda gives me a rush knowing they are staring at me, but I just pretend I don’t notice. Once in a while, I’ll even put on a little show. I’ll squirt lots of oil all over me and rub it on my bottom, squeezing my firm little buns. Then I’ll massage the oil into my breasts and pull on my nipples until they get real pointy, which feels really good.”

I stopped the tape, and Marty asked me what I thought. I told her it, was, well, erotic, that her voice was a natural, but that I was frankly surprised that she was involved in such a thing. She said that was because I had only seen her “public” persona, that there was another side to her, looking back at me sexier than ever. She pressed the play button.

“I don’t know why, maybe because I don’t have time for a boyfriend, but I’m getting bolder. A few weeks ago, after I had been lying there a while in the warm rays, I just couldn’t get my mind off of sex. I hate it when that happens! I turned over and was rubbing some oil on my belly when it ran out of my belly button, which is deeper than most skinny girls’, and the oil ran out of it onto my bare privates as I sat up. The bottle had been sitting in the hot sun, and that warm oil felt really good down there.

I looked all around and didn’t see anyone, so I just started rubbing my finger around my pleasure button. I play with myself all the time inside, but I just threw caution to the wind and did it right there on the deck! I’m not self-absorbed or anything, but I do have a pretty pussy, so I like to look at myself as I masturbate. My lips are always kinda big and flappy, but they get really engorged when I’m turned on, just like my clitoris does, and it all looked kadıköy escort so nice glistening in the bright sun.

So I kept on rubbing it until I just couldn’t stand it anymore and slipped a finger up inside me and worked it faster and faster in and out. Oh, it felt so good! Getting wetter and hornier, I slipped another finger in as I twiddled one of my nipples with the fingers of my other hand. I was on the brink of an orgasm, but just couldn’t quite get there, so I put a third finger in. I must have worked on myself for a good 10 more minutes, but still couldn’t bring myself to the Big O. I needed something bigger inside of me, know what I mean?

I had a good-size chrome vibrator, but it was inside in the bedroom, and I knew if I stopped then to go get it, I’d lose the moment. I looked around on the deck for something and there on the plate beside my unfinished sandwich was my pickle. Since I was a kid, I like to eat those big, whole dill pickles, the kind they sell in the giant jar on the counter at the checkout register, but it was, well, really big. Should I?

So I picked it up. It had been sitting there on the dark plate in the sun for an hour now, and the first thing I noticed was that it was warm, which was good, since no girl would want a cold pickle in her. It was shaped just like an erect penis, kinda curved, so I licked off the pickle juice, and it even felt like a hard man, though thicker than any man I’d ever had. I love to give head, so keeping my three fingers working my cunny, I sucked on it, putting the wider end in my mouth.

This was turning me on even more, and I noticed the spot on the end where I’d pulled the stem off was kinda like a guy’s pee hole, which I like to tongue when I give a BJ, so I did. After a few minutes of this, I couldn’t wait any longer so I slowly slipped the narrower end in me. The further I got it in, the better it felt, and it was definitely the biggest thing I’d ever had in my pussy! Squatting in a baseball catcher’s position, I worked it in and out of me as I watched my lips disappear on the in-stroke and mushroom out on the out-stroke. Darn, I was loving this!!!

I kneeled forward to angle it up against my clit, and those little pickle bumps felt devine sliding back and forth across it, as my oily boobs bounced up and down. OK, I was gonna cum, and cum I did big time, piercing the quiet with a long, uncontrollabe scream–aaaaaaaah!!!!! My pleasure quickly turned to embarrassment. Had anyone heard or seen me?”

Marty turned off the tape. I had not looked at her the whole time it played. “Well,” she observed, “Looks like you enjoyed it,” as she stared at the prodigious bulge in my thin poplin trousers. I finally forced my eyes to meet hers. She was, indeed, an extremely sexy woman I now realized, nearly forgetting her daughter. Wrapped up in the tape, I had not noticed that she had changed some things while we sat there listening to it on the leather couch as I slowly trained my eyes downward.

The long Southwest style denim dress, the kind that button all the way down the front, that she had on had become unbuttoned all the way down to the silver-buckled belt, revealing her 36D breasts and just-visible nipples held up high with a red underwire half bra. And she now sitting in a Indian position, I could see that, below the belt, all the lower buttons were unfastened, as well, affording me a clear view of a closely trimmed bush surrounding her luscious labia in a wet, sideways smile.

“Would you like me to take your clothes off and make love now?” she asserted. “Well, I really do need to get over to the library, but…” I kidded, leaning over to French-kiss her. She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest, gently biting and sucking my nipples as I unbuckled her belt and slid the dress from her shoulders. Standing up together and rejoining me in another French kiss, she slid the shirt from my arms and deftly unbuckled, unfastened, then unzipped my trousers, letting them drop to the floor.

As I went to step out of them, she broke the Frenchy and kissed her way down to my boxers, grasping the elastic band in her teeth and pulling them to the floor. She removed my loafers, pulled off my shorts, pants, and socks, then stood back up standing straight as a soldier, ankles together, to stare at my nakedness. And I stared at her, but for the demi bra, nakedness.

I like to look at a woman standing up, and she was, though 20 years my senior, stunning. We just stood there looking at each other for what seemed an eternity. We would soon be fucking, but what was the rush, and she obviously felt likewise, supremely confident and proud of her body.

I smoothed my large hands all over her and was overwhelmed at her extreme hourglass figure, heretofore hidden by business suits and dresses. I could hardly get over her narrow waist, which I guessed to be maybe 22 inches at most. 36-22-36, I thought, going back to the quintessence of beauty 40 years prior.

Finally, I picked her up and lay her on the leather bostancı escort bayan couch, lingering in a another long French kiss before kissing my way down her neck to her magnificent breasts, then on down her tummy and navel and pussy and down the inside of one leg to her fabulous feet then over to the other foot, up that leg and on to her snatch.

Hearing the Swiss clock there on the side table chime 7 o’clock, I decided I would eat her sweet pussy for precisely one hour, which I did, she softly cooing and running her dextrous fingers through my hair to climax several times. Her full, dark labia contrasted dramatically against the bright pink vaginal interior, and her barely hooded rigid clit made it so easy to lick and suck and pet that I could have gone for another hour.

Though she liked her equally dark pucker hole licked, she pulled away when I tried a finger in it, so I steered clear of that action. The most amazing thing was when she would cum: she would actually spurt out prodigious juices. When I rapidly vibrated my finger across her clit and held her open just so, love juice would spew out 6 or 8 inches!

Then, following a brief pause after the strike of 8, she stood up, sat me down, and said, “Now, an hour of oral for you.” Whereupon she commenced by unhurriedly French-kissing me (she was an outstanding kisser), then kiss my ears and neck and chest and arms and hands and back and buttocks and legs and feet and at last, my cock.

After kissing it all over, she licked it up and down and all around like a lollipop, getting it nice and wet, then hand-job it expertly as she sucked and licked my balls and anus. When it came to the blow job itself, there were no better than Marty. She knew exactly how to suck with just the right amount of suction, swirl her tongue around and around it within her mouth, and use her fingertips to tickle my balls as she did so.

She also had that rare sense of when and how hard to clench her thumb and forefinger around the base of the shaft at the precise moment to keep me from cumming. And she knew the appeal of gazing straight up into my eyes with her big, green blinkers as she suck, suck, sucked away.

But perhaps the most amazing talent of her many was her deep-throating ability and technique. I already described her wide smile, and that’s another way of saying she had a big mouth. She could not only get all seven inches of me into her mouth and down her throat, but she could also actually get both balls in her mouth at the same time!!! All without a single gag or bite. Now how many women can do that?

It was with this astonishing feat that I blasted my first orgasm. It was almost 9:00 PM. “Can I cum now?” Yes, she nodded, and I let her rip. She never missed a beat–swallowing over and over. In fact, when I pulled out of her mouth, there was not even one drop of post-climactic semen leakage left.

The clock chimed 9 times, and we poured another glass of wine and ate the fortune cookies. Hers said, “You will soon experience a great and pleasurable event.” Mine read, “A wonderful surprise awaits you in the unlikeliest of places.”

We chatted some more about her making erotic tapes, and I followed her about the downstairs as we took the plates to the kitchen, and she straightened every little thing and emptied waste paper baskets in every room. I find it incredibly sexy watching an attractive, naked woman standing and moving about doing all kinds of regular, everyday things, and so I was really enjoying this little mundane interlude.

But Marty was still not altogether nude–she still had on that red demi-bra–and I had purposely not removed it even though I was dying to unleash those big hooters. But I would wait to do that a little later.

At 9:30, I felt the twitch down below while we were in her bedroom, so this seemed like the time for round two. French-kissing her standing next to the canopied bed, I fingered her wet again from behind as she two-handedly stroked me up to a full erection. Laying her back into a missionary position on the tall bed while I stood on the floor beside it, I plunged into her deep in one motion as she gasped.

Looking me straight in the eyes and breathing in unison, I rocked slowly in and out of her with my hands clasped around that tiny waist. When I squeezed tightly, I could almost touch my hands together. I bent her knees back to her ears to get a better view of myself in her cunny, and what a clear and beautiful view it was.

She was getting worked up fast, so I increased my pace as she locked her arms around her legs to hold them in place. The insides of her thighs were pushing her boobs together in an even deeper cleavage with the whole of her areolas clearing her demi-bra. Though I wanted to see the entirety of her tits badly, I still chose to save them for a later moment.

Without ever withdrawing, climbing into the bed, I steered her sideways into a spoons position. Her soft bottom squished sensuously against my thighs as we twisted to French kiss while I rubbed her clitty. I could feel her pussy contracting now, and she raised her upside leg up to give me deeper penetration, and, whispering, “I like it from behind like this,” she started to cum, and, like before, gushing gargantuan gobs of gash juice.

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Chapter 3: In The Shower

After several weeks, Mark and Cherie were experiencing some sexual tedium. Cherie decided that she had to do something to spice things up, so to speak. She left a note for Mark in his e-mail, telling him to meet her at a good Italian restaurant the next night…8pm sharp and dress nice. She had never attempted something like this before, and felt butterflies at the thought of it…but nothing ventured, nothing gained had always been her motto.

Mark called that night, “What’s with all the mystery?” he asked.

“Well, I wanted to celebrate the 2 month anniversary of our meeting and thought we could go out. Is that okay? You don’t have plans already, do you?” He said no, but was curious and would be there. Cherie smiled into the phone, “It’ll be a night you’ll never forget,” she said.

Wednesday night rolled around and Cherie raced home from work to change. She had bought a silk dress just for the occasion and wanted to pretty herself up for the expensive restaurant. At 7:30 she was ready and hopped into her car to drive to the restaurant. She arrived with 15 minutes to spare and found Mark already there, waiting at the bar.

“You were just as anxious as me,” she laughed.

“I am,” he said, “I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day.”

“You look great,” she said to him. He did look great. Wearing a nice pair of tailored khakis, starched shirt, hair all combed…and he smelled even better.

“You too, where did you get the dress?” She twirled around for him, letting the skirt flare out around her legs, giving him a good look along with half the bar.

“Bought is special. Now let’s go get our table and get something to eat.”

They sat down, ordered wine to start and a meal to follow. They made idle chit-chat about their days while waiting. Cherie slipped her foot out of her shoe and slowly traced her toes up and down his calf underneath his pants. He stopped with his wine glass halfway to his mouth and smiled at her. He knew something was up, she was never this sassy in public.

Cherie ordered more wine and excused herself to the ladies room. She came back with fresh lipstick and handed him a small, wadded up ball of black silk: her panties. Mark’s eyes grew big as he realized what he held in his hand, and she laughed at him. She always wanted to do that, just to see what kind of reaction it would get.

Dinner sped by, with the two of them passing sexual innuendoes back and forth. She kept playing footsies with him under the table, making him hard with her fiery glances and playful banter…the panties in his pocket didn’t hurt either.

When dinner was over, she looked at Mark and asked, “Are you coming home with me tonight?”

“Of course I am, babe…I’d have to be crazy not to,” Mark replied, grinning at her. The tingles in her stomach intensified…she loved that feral smile of his.

“Can you drive us then? I’ll pick up my car tomorrow.” He agreed and they jumped into his car for the short ride home.

Once Cherie got situated, she hiked her skirt up and let him have a long, lingering look at what the night held in store. She was wearing thigh-high stockings that perfectly showcased her newly waxed pubic hair. She had had it done the day before, just for tonight. She could see a growing bulge in his pants…just the effect she had been looking for.

The ride home seemed to take forever…Mark was talking dirty to her the entire way and she couldn’t keep her hands off of him or herself, either. By the time they got to her apartment she was soaked and he was rock hard.

She stripped in the hallway, leaving the stockings and heels on. She walked seductively to the bedroom, leading the way. He entered the room and gasped…candles were everywhere, the bed was covered in a plush new comforter, and a box sat atop it.

“This is great,” he said. “But what’s in the box?”

“Open it and see, I got it for you.” He walked over to the bed, tore the ribbon and paper off and opened it. His eyes grew round and he looked up with a devilish smile on his face.

“You remembered. Wow.” The box contained some silk scarves, feathers, massage oils, and other assorted erotic toys.

He had expressed interest in the past in some light bondage, and Cherie had said she never trusted anyone enough to do it. He knew how important this was. He got up, walked over to her and kissed her passionately, massaging her shoulders and back while doing so.

“Babe, you didn’t have to do this, really.”

“I wanted to…ever since you mentioned it I’ve wanted to. Do you like it?”

“Of ataşehir escort course, I like it. It’s gonna be a dream come true.” He kept kissing her tenderly, leading her to the bed…unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and caressing her body with the other.

He laid her down gently, let his shirt fall to the floor and unbuttoned his pants, stepping out of them. He was commando too, cock sticking out hard and thick. Cherie licked her lips at the sight of it.

He leaned over her, running his hands through her hair and asked, “You certain you want to do this?” She nodded her head and looked deep into his eyes so he would know that she was telling the truth.

“Okay,” he said, “I’ll take good care of you, babe.”

He lay down next to her and started kissing her again, tongue flickering in and out of her mouth, stopping every so often to nuzzle her neck. She reached her hands up to touch his face and he took them in his own, not letting her. He raised them above her head, pinning them there, stretching her body out. Her breasts were high and firm, nipples rosy in the candlelight. He leaned his head down and licked at one, grazing it with his tongue and then taking the whole bud into his mouth.

She moaned his name, “Mark, oh my god, Mark…” He done the same thing with the other breast and then started licking his way down her belly only to stop short of her waiting lips and lick his way back up again. Cherie’s hands were still pinned above her head, preventing her from returning any favors.

He finally came back up to her face and looked at her, smiling. In his free hand he held two scarves…she nodded at him again.

“Mark, please…” He took one hand and brought it to the bed post, took the scarf and tied it around the two of them in a loose knot.

“You can get free if you want to, but I’m hoping you won’t try. It’s more fun not to.”

“Okay, I won’t try, I promise.” He repeated the moves all over with the other hand and when she was tied in place, bent his head toward her and kissed her face.

He moved back down to her breasts again, sucking the nipples, kneading them in his hands. She was close to cumming already and he knew it. He kept kissing her nipples, alternately sucking hard on them and licking them lightly. Cherie moaned loudly and went rigid…she came quietly, breathing his name again and again.

“Told you it would be fun,” he said.

He started licking his way down her stomach again…hands still on her breasts, squeezing them. She was breathing heavily now, “Mark, please, please fuck me with your tongue…I want to cum all over your face…”

He parted her thighs and placed his tongue at the opening of her lips…tasting them, inhaling the smell. She moved her hips, trying to get closer to him. He moved away, teasing her. Then darted his tongue forward and flicked her clitoris lightly, sending tingles up and down her body.

Mark spread her lips with his fingers and pushed his face into her pussy. Licking hard now, letting it slide between her clit and her hot hole. Cherie groaned loudly, grinding her hips into his face, pushing against him for full contact. She felt his slide one finger, then two into her pussy and he started plunging them in and out, still licking her clit. She writhed around on the bed, head rolling back and forth, breath coming in gasps. Cumming all over his face, hips bucking, screaming with pleasure.

He gave one last lick and then sat up and smiled at her.

“Mark, want to taste your cock…please, babe.”

He sat back and made her watch as he started to stroke himself. She moaned in frustration, not taking her eyes off of him. She could see the pre-cum glistening on the head, and licked her lips. He started stroking faster and faster, kneeling over her now. Then in one swift movement he lay down atop her and slid his cock into her. Cherie screamed his name out loud as he entered and came immediately, quivering and shaking.

Mark slid back, sliding all the way out and then plunged in again. Faster and faster, groaning her name over and over.

“Come on baby, fuck me,” he told her. “Fuck me hard, cum for me again…”

Cherie’s hips were bucking fast now, rising up to meet him, holding on to the bed posts for support. She wrapped her silky legs around his firm ass and wouldn’t let go. She wanted him to cum.

“Oh, Mark, love your hard, thick cock…want it faster, deeper, want to make you scream with desire, want to make you hot, want to make you cum…”, she cried out.

His cock was pistoning in and out of her faster and faster and when kadıköy escort she felt the first jerk of his cock, her tightened her muscles around him, milking him dry. He buried his head between her breasts, saying my name over and over.

The air was thick with the smell of sex and passion. Cherie breathed deeply and looked at him tenderly. He met her gaze, kissed her lips, cheeks, eyelids. Her breathing started to slow down. She let her hands fall from the scarves, looked up at him and said,

“Now it’s your turn…”

“Cherie, you don’t need to if you don’t want to…” Mark said.

“But I do want to,” she said. “I want to bring you to the heights of pleasure babe.” She smiled at him and brought the scarves out again…waggling them in front of his face.

He smiled, “Okay, hon, bring it on.”

She tied his arms the same way that he had tied hers, loosely, just enough to keep him down. She leaned over him, grazing his lips, kissing him gently. She traced his lips with her tongue, delicately poking it into his mouth and withdrawing it. Teasing him. Cherie reached for a candle that had been burning on the night stand and blew it out. She let the wax cool and started letting drops splatter onto his chest. While it was still warm she spread it around, over his nipples, across his chest. He moaned lightly and the sound sent shivers down her spine.

She kept kissing him gently, nibbling on his lips, his neck, his ears; looked down and seen that he was growing hard. She started kissing her way down his chest, to his stomach and back up again. She reached down and picked a peacock feather out of the box of toys and brought it up, letting him see it. Taking the feather, she traced a line down his stomach, down to his erection, brushing it, tickling him. His breath was becoming erratic.

“Are you having fun, Mark? Do you like the sensations that I’m causing?” she asked him.

“God, Cherie, this is great…” he breathed.

“Are you hot for me yet?” Cherie breathed.

“Yes, so hot…wish you could cool me off…”

“Not yet, babe. Good things come to those who wait,” She was being evil and he knew it.

Cherie suddenly jumped off of the bed and ran out of the room. Mark looked on with a bewildered expression. She flicked out to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing something she knew that he liked. She ran back into the bedroom holding them in her hand…a carton of fresh strawberries. She had remembered him mentioning that he liked plain strawberries and had picked some up for him. He smiled at her as she sat down on the bed next to him. She picked a plump, juicy berry out of the carton and held it between my fingers, placing it over his mouth. His lips wrapped around it and he bit it in half. She put the remaining half in his mouth for him and took another full one out of the carton. He licked the tip of this one before biting it…She was finding this strangely erotic…

Cherie put the strawberries off to one side and leaned over and kissed him, letting her tongue slide sensuously into his mouth, thrusting at him. She could still taste the berries on his breath. She wrapped her hands in his hair and he went to do the same, only to bring up solid because of the scarves.

She laughed gently, “Ah, ah, ah. No touching for you this evening. I’m the one that gets to have all the fun tonight.”

Mark groaned in frustration, “I guess I deserve this for earlier, don’t I?”

She nodded my head and started kissing him again, letting her hand trail down his chest, down his belly, and finally taking his erection in it. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, grasping it firmly. Her hand slide along the length of if, thumb rubbing the head, spreading pre-cum across it. His hips were rocking, making the bed creak. She lifted her hand to my mouth and licked the precum off of her fingers, letting him see her tongue slide slowly across each and every one of them. His breathing hitched in his throat and he swallowed loudly.

“Would you like me to do that to something else?” Cherie asked.

“Oh, Cherie, you can do that to whatever you want,” he panted.

She smiled and leaned down, trailing my tongue across his belly, over his cock, down to his balls. Taking one into her mouth and sucked it lightly. He groaned loudly and the sound made shivers run up and down her spine. She licked back up to the head of his cock and started licking it like a lollipop, making little slurping noises as she did so. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and started to suck. Gently at first, and only the head. He was moving his ass around, bostancı escort bayan trying to push more of it into hot mouth, but she kept moving away from him.

“Suck me, please. Oh god, suck me off,” he moaned.

Cherie looked up at him, catching his eyes, and then took the entire shaft into heruth in one swift motion. He animalistic grunt made herngle. She started to pump him in and out of her mouth, tongue licking the underside of his cock, lips holding tight.

“You’re so hot,” he said. “So wet, so hot, making me want to cum in your mouth.”

She pumped faster now, holding his balls in my hand, gently cupping them. She was waiting for them to contract, telling her when he was ready. Cherie was whimpering now too, getting horny for him, wanting to do nothing more than jump on him and ride him till we were both satisfied. He was bucking wildly beneath me now and she felt the contraction she was looking for. Then his cock started jerking, spurting load after load of hot, salty cum into her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as sheI could, but some of it still escaped, flowing out onto her chin, dripping onto her breasts.

She let him slide from my mouth and smiled. “You feel better now, hon?”

“Oh yeah. That was great.”

“And I’ve only just begun,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Ahhhhhh, have mercy on my bod,” he said, smiling back.

She fed him more strawberries, letting him get his energy back up. Watching the way he was eating them was definitely making me hot. He knew it too, and became more and more erotic with them, licking them and sucking them before biting them. She couldn’t wait any longer and started kissing him again, tongue sliding around in his mouth aggressively, nibbling and sucking his lips. Mark stared to shift around on the bed and she knew she was making him hard again. Perfect.

Still kissing him, her hand slid between my legs, priming herself for him. Her fingers slid across her clit, making her shudder. She fingered myself lightly, moaning softly with passion. She decided that she was wet enough and slid her hand out and straddled him. She took his cock in her hand and placed it just so, taking great care to position it properly and tease him at the same time. Then, in one smooth motion, she let it slide into her hot hole. She was moaning loudly and so did he. Cherie stayed in an upright position, so he could see exactly what she was doing to herself.

She took both of her breasts into her hands and started kneading them; letting her thumbs brush across her nipples, making them hard. Her hips pumped slowly, controlling the pace, hardly moving. His eyes were locked on hers, pupils dilated. She let go of one breast and slid her free hand down her belly, toward her pubic area…his eyes never moved. She slid a finger in between her lips, finding her hard clit. She started stroking it and rubbing it making her hips move faster. He was started pumping faster too, reading her mind.

She took her hand off of her breast, away from her clit, and leaned over him, kissing him softly, gently, pressing herself against his chest.

“Having fun, Mark? Do you like what I’m doing?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes,” he breathed.

She sat up slightly, still pumping her hips, and slid a nipple into his mouth. His latched on willingly and started to alternately lick and suck it. She began to move faster again…breathing heavily now.

“Babe, I’m gonna cum I think,” she moaned.

“Oh, yeah, cum for me…cum all over me,” he said.

Cherie reached up and took a hold of the headboard for better leverage and started riding him. Her hair was flying all over the place, sweat was running down her body in large drops. She was saying his name over and over.

“C’mon, Cherie, fuck me harder,” he said. “I know you can go harder than this.”

She started moving more quickly, sliding up and down his shaft, panting, whimpering. Breasts swaying back and forth in front of his face. She was quivering all over, getting closer and closer. She finally threw her head back, screaming like a banshee. Cumming and cumming and cumming, again and again. He was yelling to, telling her to fuck him, make him cum. She was still riding him like a bucking bronco and still cumming…

His back arched then, and she knew he was cumming too. His cock jerked deep inside her, letting out his load. They were both screaming like animals now, making unintelligible noises.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” she said, laying atop him, his cock still inside her, softening. “That was great, Mark. I’m glad you told me you had this thing you wanted to do.”

“I’m glad you trusted me enough to do it,” Mark replied. “That was wild and I loved it.”

Cherie untied him and lay down next to him, her hand on his chest. He placed his hand over hers and that’s the way they fell asleep.

Sweet dreams…

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Hi, reader. Thanks for checking out my story. You might want to read the first part of this story, “Liz, Undone”, for a little more character/story development, but I tried to make this one entertaining on its own. I’m pretty new to this, so suggestions and constructive criticism is most appreciated.

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We left the restaurant, Liz and I chatting with our new friend, David, as we walked the few blocks to the hotel. David seemed like a good guy, of course, or Liz wouldn’t have invited him along. He was about my height at 6′ tall. Maybe a little heavier than my 170 lbs, but still lean. He had a full head of hair, brown with a little gray, worn short. I guessed he was in his mid-40’s.

The conversation was fun and suggestive, as you would expect. But there was an understood line of anonymity that wasn’t crossed: no last names, what we did for a living without sharing exactly where, the realization that everyone was local but no precise locations, etc.

We arrived at the hotel, a mid-range business class chain which I stayed at frequently in my travels. It fit nicely in the firm’s usual budget and was fairly ubiquitous. And my diamond status got us the “suite” upgrade when Liz checked in that afternoon. We entered through the lobby and headed to the elevators. As I pushed the recall button, David looked at Liz and said, “I’ve never done this before. Should we talk about boundaries?”

“Ummm, neither have I…” Liz replied and shifted her gaze to me.

“Well, that makes three of us. The only one I can think of is ‘no means no’. That should cover it.”

“Of course, mister ‘ask forgiveness not permission’ would say that!” Liz laughed while rolling her eyes. Looking at David, she continued, “Plus, he knows with me it’s much more likely to come out as yes or maybe than no, so…”

“Alright then,” he replied, “Let’s go have that drink!”

Just then, the doors opened and a group of four spilled out. We stepped in, Liz pushed the 7 button and the doors slid closed. As the car started to move, I leaned over to Liz and we shared a deep, slow kiss. When we broke apart, I said to her, “We’re probably being rude. I bet David feels left out right now.”

Liz looked me in the eye and replied, “Maybe, but he has a nice handful of ass under my dress at the moment, so I don’t think he’s too upset.” I looked back over her shoulder and saw David’s arm disappearing under her skirt. Then I looked up at him. He simply shrugged with a bemused look on his face, eliciting a short laugh from me.

Just then, the doors dinged and opened and we stepped out, Liz leading the way to the room. We found the right door, I popped it open with my handy app and we stepped inside. Moving past the bathroom and down the short hallway, Liz stopped short and said, “Oops. Guess I should’ve come up and straightened up first. I seem to have left my unmentionables laying out.”

I already knew. David’s glance followed her eyes to the nightstand where she had laid out a selection of toys. It was an impressive display but not nearly our entire collection. Just tonight’s intended greatest hits, so to speak.

David’s eyebrows raised slightly and he said, “I would say, don’t worry I’ve seen it all before. But, honestly, there are a couple of things there that are new…”

“Well, if you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll get a demo before the night’s over,” Liz offered lightly. Then she turned to me and asked, “Ray, get us some ice? I want to freshen up a bit while you pour everyone a stiff drink. I think I could use one.”

“Ditto,” David added. I grabbed the ice bucket and headed out in search of the ice machine. When I returned, David had removed his shoes and made himself at home on the couch in the sitting area.

“Bourbon. Rocks or neat are your choices. We don’t have any mixers,” I informed him.

“On the rocks is great. It’s good bourbon, so a mixer would be a travesty.”

“Good man,” I said as I handed him his drink.

“Hope you still feel that way in a couple of hours,” he said, testing.

I settled on the loveseat across from him with drinks for Liz and I and laughed, “Hey, I’m not the one you have to impress!”

“Touché!” and we raised our glasses in a silent toast. “You’re a lucky guy, Ray. Liz is quite a lady. Funny, smart, attractive and… ummm… open-minded.”

“Well, let’s both hope you still feel that way in a couple of hours.” We shared a nervous laugh over that one just as Liz exited the bathroom. In a slight surprise, she was still wearing her dress. She walked straight to me, took the drink I offered and promptly killed half of it. Nerves.

She sat down next to me, curled her feet under her, finished it off and said to me, “May I have another, sir?”

“That seems like a good idea,” I replied and got up to refill her.

As I was pouring, she asked David, “Would you close the shade, please?”

“Please what?” David was getting the idea.

“Please, sir?” Liz replied quietly, as her eyes danced in suppressed joy.

“No, I think I’d maltepe escort like them open. But you can dim the lights if you’d like.” He definitely had the idea now.

By the time she had adjusted the lights to her comfortable level and returned to the loveseat, I was there with her drink. She sat and started to curl her legs again. Then she stopped, swung her leg over my lap and straddled me. Leaning down, she found my lips and swirled her tongue around mine in a long, slow kiss. I reached under her dress with both hands and grabbed a cheek in each. As the kiss continued, I slid a hand between the cleft of her ass until I found what I was looking for. The plug was still in her ass, of course…

With my middle finger, I pushed hard on the base, forcing it deeper into her rectum. I felt her breath catch as she stopped kissing me and her head dropped to my shoulder with a soft moan. Releasing the pressure, I slid my hand further down to caress the lips, which were slick and coated with the copious juices flowing from her cunt and already soaking my hand and darkening the crotch of my jeans.

“How are you feeling?” I asked quietly.

She widened her eyes and responded, “Nervous. Like a huge slut.” Then, after a brief hesitation, she smiled, “Horny as hell.”

“Why nervous?” I grinned.

“Such a dick,” she responded as she rolled her eyes.

Then Liz looked into my eyes and said, “I guess it’s time to get this party started, sir.” I looked back with a question and in response got a sparkle in her eyes and a cocked brow.

“I think David has waited long enough. Take off your dress, slut,” I commanded, slipping into my boss voice again.

“Yes, sir. Could you give me a hand, please?” And in a slight character breach, “This thing isn’t going to unzip itself, after all.”

With that, I reached up her back and pulled the zipper on her dress slowly down to her waist. As I did, we looked at each other with what would probably best be described as a shit’s-getting-real face…

Liz backed off my lap, stood to the side and did a ¾ turn toward David, opposite me on the couch. They locked eyes momentarily before his dropped to her torso in expectation. Liz stepped out of each of her flats and kicked them behind her, making him wait momentarily. She reached across to the left spaghetti strap and dragged it off her shoulder, letting it fall down her arm. That side of the dress dropped down, fully exposing her D-cup breast. It was full and pert and capped with a prominent nipple the size of a large eraser.

“Now the rest of it,” I said quietly.

“Yes, sir,” and she reached across to remove the remaining strap from her shoulder. Her dress dropped, catching briefly at her waist as she straightened her left arm, before landing in a puddle around her feet. She stood staring at David, looking for his reaction as he examined her nudity. A small smile crept across her face.

I watched Liz carefully. Her lips were slightly parted as she nervously ran her tongue over them. Her chest was flushed and heaved a bit as her breathing deepened. Her breasts were high and pert, the nipples a brighter pink than usual and protruding a half-inch at least. Her tummy and waist were the flat and trim, but of a 56-year-old mom not a 25-year-old waif. Such a lovely sight.

Her ass was round from daily walks and occasional trips to the Y. The normally tightly trimmed bush was mostly gone, only a quarter size patch remaining perched above her clit, as a special treat for me this evening. And now David as well, I guess. Her cunt was red and swollen, the labia blooming open, abundant juices glistening there and on her upper inner thighs.

As David’s eyes roved from Liz’s crotch to her tits to her face then retraced their track, I broke the silence saying, “You love to suck cock, don’t you, slut?”

She looked at me. “Yes, sir. I love to please.” Which was true. But she also loved the power she felt watching how helpless a man was as she made him cum in her mouth…

“Maybe David will let you suck his cock, slut, if you ask him nicely.”

She turned back and asked, “David, sir, may I suck your cock? I’m really, really good. You will be pleased.”

David’s eyes dropped to Liz’s tits as he said, “Come here.”

She stepped carefully out of the dress around her ankles and crossed over to him, stepping around a rectangular leather ottoman. Stopping a foot away, Liz turned to face David, arms by her side and feet together. He reached out and placed a hand on her hip, stroking it lightly as he ordered, “Turn around.”

Liz turned slowly, David’s fingers dragging lightly across her lower tummy as she pivoted, stopping with her gorgeous ass facing him. “Bend over, hands on the ottoman. Feet shoulder width.”

She complied quickly but smoothly. The ottoman was a comfortable height. Her leaking pussy was fully exposed to the stranger behind her, but her hooded eyes easily found mine without craning her neck too hard. David’s head appeared around Liz’s mamak escort hip and he gave me a small grin and nod. As he ducked back, I saw his hand move toward her crotch. There was a quick intake of breath as Liz’s eyes flared, then closed. A moan burst from her lips and I knew that David was pressing on the plug still lodged firmly in her ass. Another quick breath and her head dropped down between her shoulders, as she uttered a quiet, “Oh my god…” followed by a long, low groan…

More movement behind and Liz’s head came up slowly, as she took a deep breath. Her hips started to grind slightly as she looked at me through hooded eyes and purred, “He’s licking me, sir. Oh my god, so good…”

He grasped her waist in both hands, pulling her back onto his exploring tongue. As her pleasure built, Liz leaned back into David and started to grind her hips harder onto his mouth. Her moans were starting to build as well.

Then she gasped as he suddenly vacated his mouth from her frothing cunt and stood. David grasped the back of Liz’s hair with one hand and pulled her upright, while using the other to turn her profile to me. Still with his hand wrapped in her hair, he tilted her head back and dipped his. Lips met and tongues danced slowly for seconds.

“How do you taste, whore?” David growled at her as he withdrew from her lips.

“I hope as good to you as I do to me, sir,” was her hesitant reply.

“Such a slut. Of course you like the taste of your own cunt. Now, on your slut knees. I want to fuck that filthy mouth,” he ordered.

Liz shuddered and there was a small smile on her lips as she sunk to her knees and quietly responded, “Yes, sir.” She glanced over to me as she settled into place, then looked up, waiting. I focused on the scene with rapt attention.

“What, do you want a diagram, slut? I thought you were some great cocksucker?” David barked condescendingly.

Liz looked to me with eyes ablaze with arousal as intense as I had ever seen from her. With a quiet calm I wasn’t feeling I said, “Do it. We both know if you don’t get a cock in your mouth right now, you’ll explode, you slut.”

She looked back up as she reached for his belt and stated, “I really do love to suck cock.” Liz unclasped David’s belt, opened his slacks and slid them over his impressive bulge and down his legs. He stepped out of them, peeling his socks off at the same time. Liz picked them up and reached around, tossing them behind her. Then she grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pulled it out and down and let it drop to his feet as his rigid cock flopped forward. An “Oh, wow!” escaped Liz simultaneously with a much quieter “whoa…” from me.

Now, like any smart woman, Liz had unfailingly assured me that my cock was the biggest she had ever had when I referred to it as “upper-average”. Since practically every woman I had ever slept with had expressed the same thing, at least before any bad break ups had occurred, I routinely doubted these assertions. Mostly just to keep myself properly grounded…

Don’t get me wrong, I’m perfectly comfortable with my cock size. An interested second party had measured it full mast at 6″ insertable and almost 5″ in girth, using the tried and true “string method”. Solid upper-average figures. And, based on literally decades (!) of feedback, I was pretty comfortable that whatever I might have lacked in length and breadth was more than made up for with technique and sheer enthusiasm. Plus, I figured the extra effort helped keep me nice and slim, saving tons in gym memberships. Win, win.

Liz’s reaction tended to convince me she had been sincere. David looked to be a good inch longer than me and slightly thicker as well. Not as big as the 8.5″ dildo, Lyon, residing on the nightstand, but it was somehow more impressive attached to an actual body. In her defense, it was the biggest I cock I’d ever seen in the flesh either. But it was also the first one I’d seen hard, other than my own, of course, outside of porn. Unlike Liz. So, like I said, I now tended to believe her sincerity. Well, I wanted this, so now I was gonna have to own it. I guess Liz could look forward to some extra enthusiasm in the immediate future. Oy…

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” David smirked down at Liz. “Now wrap those slut lips around my cock.” With that, he grabbed his dick in his hand and slapped it twice on Liz’s lips and chin, spattering precum on her nose.

Liz quietly said, “Yes, sir,” and replaced his hand with hers, rising up fully on her knees. She leaned forward, extending her tongue to sample the fluid remaining smeared over the tip of David’s cock and swiping it up and down. She retracted it into her mouth, seeming to savor the taste as she first glanced up at David’s face, then over at me.

“Not sure if I can handle this monster,” she observed as she turned back to the task, “but damned sure gonna try.” With one hand firmly wrapped around the base, she opened wide as she leaned in and engulfed the head. She worked her tongue around the purple ofise gelen escort flesh, getting some saliva working in her mouth. Then she started to bob and suck on the shaft, slowly working more into her mouth with each thrust.

With my cock raging and leaking in my jeans, I got up to retrieve the coconut oil from the nightstand. Returning, I approached the scene and reached for Liz’s free hand which was resting on David’s left thigh. Turning the palm up, I flipped open the top of the tube and squirted a generous amount. Liz closed her fist and coated her palm and fingers, which she then used to lube up the cock as she briefly removed her sucking mouth. As she resumed her ministrations, her coated hand went to her cunt and started to stroke slowly. As David started to unbutton his shirt, I took that as a good time to return to the couch, finish off my bourbon in a big gulp and start to disrobe.

As I removed my shirt and shoes, I watched as Liz took more and more of the beast deeper in her mouth with every thrust. She flattened her tongue, extending it past her lips trying to open more room in the back of her throat. Spit started leaking from the corner of her mouth and down her chin as she struggled to take all of him.

His shirt now gone, David pulled Liz’s hand from the base of his cock and grasped her head in his hands. “You trying to swallow this cock, slut? Let me help you with that.”

Liz rested her palm on David’s thighs as he started fucking her face. Fast strokes ravaged her mouth, bumping the back of her throat, causing her to gag and drool. Her chest was heaving and she occasionally used her hands to control his thrusting, but wasn’t pulling away. David eventually ceased watching Liz and tilted his head back, closing his eyes and slowing his fucking of her mouth. Now naked as well, I was slowly stroking my now oiled dick as I watched my girlfriend eagerly suck a stranger’s cock. It was even more arousing than I had imagined.

Liz finally pulled away from David’s assault on her throat and said, “Sit. I think I can get it all down from that angle. Sir.” David willingly complied, sitting and lounging back onto the couch. Liz put a knee on the couch, braced the other foot on the floor, grabbed the base of the huge cock in front of her and, after another admiring glance, looked at me with sparkling eyes before engulfing it once more.

I was way past ready to join in, but had no interest in interrupting this particular quest of hers. I encouraged it and I was damned sure going to own it! I watched as Liz worked the cock in her mouth, licking and sucking and bobbing on it. Forcing it deeper into her throat. I now had a view of her glistening pussy and the black t-base of the plug in her ass. David muttered an “Oh my god…” as I saw Liz’s nose finally press into the thatch of hair at the base of the huge cock. I decided it was time to join the happy couple.

Reading my mind, Liz retreated from her conquest long enough to look over her shoulder and explain, “I need a cock in this slut cunt now, sir.” She fixed me with a smoldering look, then went back to her work as I rose and approached her completely vulnerable rear. She started licking and sucking her way down David’s hefty shaft as I took my rigid cock in hand and rubbed the very angry purple head up and down her leaking slit. Liz started in surprise at the contact but quickly regained her previous rhythm.

David had his hand resting on the back of Liz’s head, head back and eyes closed, as he said to her, “That’s it, you fucking dirty slut, take my cock down your throat while your boyfriend fucks your whore cunt.” On that note, I lined up with her gaping opening, leaned forward and buried my cock into her steaming gash in one long hard stroke, grabbed onto her hips and held myself there.

Liz recoiled from the cock lodged deep in her mouth and let out a short scream. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!! So fucking good!!”

As I started to take long strokes in and out of her grasping cunt, Liz rested her head on her shoulder, catching her breath as she stroked David with her left hand. I continued to fuck her, varying my pace as Liz went back to work at deepthroating the cock in her face. I reached around to rub her protruding clit, causing her pussy to clamp down on me momentarily.

We got into a good rhythm; my cock and finger working on Liz, her mouth working on David. Liz rocked back onto me as I thrust at her cunt, then bobbed onto him as she rocked forward. The increasing frequency and volume of Liz’s moans told me she was approaching a crest.

I grabbed Liz’s hips and dragged her away from the couch, pulling her off David’s throbbing cock with mine still buried in her hot, buttery tunnel. “Stand up, man. Time to spit roast this slut,” I told David as he looked up in surprise. He smiled and rose.

“How do you feel about that, slut?”

“Oh, my god, yes! Just fuck me! Fill me up!”

David stepped forward with his angry cock in his hand, grabbed the back of Liz’s head and fed it into her parted lips, starting to fuck her face again with hard strokes. I grabbed the base of the plug and started fucking it in and out in rhythm with my cock pounding her wet pussy. Liz was holding on to David’s thighs, moaning and crying out around his huge cock as we pounded her from each end.

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During the summer of my freshman year at college, I was extremely sexually active with a former high school classmate named Rachel. She was an incredibly pretty girl, tall and skinny, beautiful short black hair worn in a ponytail, and an incredible personality. Rachel was a total tomboy, wore baggy clothes and rock band t shirts, never wore make-up, and was a total stoner.

I used to call her flower child because she was a hippy, perfect for Woodstock, born in the wrong generation. In fact, Rachel was the person who got me into drinking, smoking and having sex out of relationships. At first glance she looked to be a good girl, but at home she had to be one of the most, if not the most, freaky women I’ve ever been with. That summer with Rachel was the first time I ever had really good sex — she was into anal, oral, raw dogging, using toys, all the good stuff.

As summer progressed, most of our time was spent hanging together and with friends at her house since it was the “lawless spot.” Basically, everyone came to her house to hang out in the backyard to drink, hook up and smoke pot since Rachel’s house had no parental limitations.

Her father was a middle-aged, balding guy that worked at a supermarket and was a stoner himself, so he either wasn’t home or didn’t care if us college kids had a little illicit fun at his place. Unfortunately, Rachel’s mother had died years prior and it was only her dad and her living in their house.

I definitely found her father to be a strange guy when I first started hanging out with her since we’d always be at his house partying and he’d never talk to any of us, introduce himself, or join the party. The most he’d do is say hi before going upstairs to his room and closing the door — practically every time I had ever seen him there.

I didn’t think much of it because he allowed us to have fun while he was home, and especially because I fucked his daughter in his house pretty much nightly. At first when we started fucking, I was a bit uncomfortable to have sex with her at night when her dad was home because her bedroom was across the hall from her fathers, and I didn’t want to be disrespectful. She insisted that it was fine, that she did it all the time with other guys, so I took her word for it.

At first, we kept it quiet but as we had more and more sex and started to expand on the kinkiness of the sex, we started to get louder and louder to the point where her moans were definitely making their way into his room. After the first few times of intense sex while he was home, I figured that he was cool with it and didn’t hold back.

One time while her father was away at work, we ran out of weed and decided to check his room to see if he had any that we could borrow, and when we were searching his stuff, we ran into a shoebox under his bed filled to the brim with hardcore porn magazines. “butt-man,” was his magazine of choice, and opening one of them up we saw page after page of sexy women getting their assholes fucked and gaped. Funny, we thought as we absolutely loved to hit wild anal sessions with plenty of ass gaping.

Finding his porn made us a little bit horny, and we decided to look on his computer to see what kind of crazy porn he had. When we opened his folders, we saw one titled “my stuff” and inside were hundreds of folders of all types of crazy porn. We scrolled through the insanely organized folder: teen, anal, BBC, Japanese, actress names, etc.; until we saw a strange folder called Rach (what he called her).

When we opened up the Rach folder we saw about 20 video files, ranging in length from 5 minutes to 12 hours, with various dates as the title. Each date had a separate video next to it called “X date, edited). We clicked on an edited one from a year ago we saw a hidden camera setup aimed at Rachel’s bed. After fast-forwarding a few minutes, Rachel was slightly pictured on her bed getting absolutely pounded by some guy.

Rachel looked shocked as she stared at her father’s screen, watching a video of her being fucked doggystyle in her room. The sound worked too, and her and her lover’s moans filled the room through the speakers. Rachel’s room was always messy with clothes and items all over the place, and we recognized the exact location of where her dad left the camera as a spot on her dresser, aimed right at the bed from the back.

Rachel looked away after about a minute and started looking around his room to get the weed we were actually after. I was speechless as I went through the edited videos, eventually clicking on the most recent one which was titled a date the previous week. I wasn’t surprised to open the video and eventually see myself dicking Rachel down. From the angle he did his camera in the room, he could barely see Rachel at all, it was mostly focused on my back. However, when I pounded her in missionary position, he had a pretty decent (yet blurry) shot of my dick going entirely in and out of her vagina. In between each pump of her pussy, he was able to catch a glimpse of her brown escort ataşehir little asshole before my balls covered it. I thought it was a shame that he went through all that work and couldn’t get any good footage of his daughter getting railed.

“Oh my god,” Rachel said as she picked up another shoebox from her closet. She showed me that inside of it was at least three or four pairs of her panties in Ziplock bags, most likely for his sniffing and masturbating pleasure. I personally didn’t blame him for snagging a few of her thongs — I myself had stolen a few after fuck sessions because her stinky musk stinks to her underwear like glue. Her thongs would stay stinky for months after I’d steal them, offering countless nights of sucking them for my nuts. She said that she couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed a camera after all those times (there were at least 20 sex sessions captured that he had edited on his computer).

We closed his computer, put away the thong box, and went out to go to a friend’s house to get more weed. On the way there we talked about what we say and discussed how we felt about it. She told me that she was shocked but didn’t really care that much. “My Dad is my dad… he’s been recording me for over a year already, and probably had these panties for some time now, it’s not like anything really changed today by finding out,” she said.

When I asked her if her father secretly recording her and stealing her panties turned her on, she blushed a bit as she said, “yeah, it made me wet.” She asked me how I felt having my cock captured as it forced its way into her tight holes, and I told her that I was a bit disappointed for him that he didn’t get any quality sex footage, only shots of the guys humping from what I saw. I suggested that we should give him some footage that’ll make him get rid of his butt-man magazines for good. Letting out a laugh, she agreed and said, “alright daddy, we’re on.” The plan was to give him a full inspection of Rachel’s womanhood: quality footage of her vagina, asshole and titties, and a close-up showcase of her holes getting fucked and gaped, with a massive cream pie to top it off.

We finished at our friend’s house, and we just dying to fuck at this point, so we began to head home. It was around 7 to 8 pm on a Friday night, which we knew would be her father’s prime time in his room. Having been gone all day, we hoped that he’d try to hide to camera to catch a glimpse of Rachel getting fucked. We made a good bit of noise when we got home to make him aware of the fact that we were home. In her room, we checked the spots he hid his camera in in the videos to see if it was there, and to our dismay there was no camera there. We decided to roll a joint and step outside, leaving her room empty, so that her dad might muster the courage to hide his camera.

After about 15 minutes in the backyard, we went back upstairs and closed her bedroom door. When we checked the located on her dresser that was used as his last vantage point from when I fucked Rachel the previous week, there it was, hidden in a pile of clothes with the lens aimed at the bed; red record button beeping when I picked it up. I turned off record and put the camera down to prepare to record my cock make use of his daughter’s holes. I was so turned on by the idea of filming Rachel’s holes for her father that I knew it’d be a quick orgasm from me that night — so my goal was to gather short, concise shots of Rachel’s holes as my cock opened them up.

As I grabbed the camera, Rachel revealed her pale white skin as she took off her clothes on her bed. I commanded her to stop at the thong to give him one hell of a surprise when he opens the footage and immediately sees his daughter’s spread legs and crotch in nothing but one of the tiny thongs he’d be inhaling as he jerked off. With that, she laid down on her stomach and spread her legs really ride, revealing her black micro thong string barely covering her holes. I brought the camera down to the level of the bed, about a foot back from her spread crotch, and hit record.

I was hard as a rock as I moved the camera between her thighs about six inches away from her barely covered holes. Her pink, clean shaven pussy skin was showing in its entirety surrounding the black dental floss, and her brown asshole skin and tiny little asshole hairs were clearly visible in high definition on the camera screen as she spread her asscheeks as wide as she could. Keeping the camera steady and fixed right on her crotch, I pulled aside the tiny string to reveal her hungry holes. My cock oozed precum at the thought of her father watching as I began to rub her exposed holes. Putting the camera down on the bed, aimed right at her crotch, and spreading her legs in nearly a full split, I began to rub my rock-solid cock up against both of her holes; giving him a beautiful view of my solid cock tip rubbing her asshole.

Rubbing lube onto my tip, he had a bird’s eye view of my cock ramming its way straight into Rachel’s vagina. She let kadıköy escort bayan out an intense moan as I slowly worked my rod to the deepest depths of her love canal. When my cock was fully inside, balls to her vagina, I began to slowly thrust my cock in and out of her pussy, from the tip all the way to the ball sack. Our love moans filled the room as I picked up tempo and started pounding her wet pussy — going absolutely wild at the thought of her father jerking off right that moment to the sounds of our sex. After some pounding, I repositioned the camera onto a pillow to get a higher vantage point of her asshole before I grabbed the lube. Making sure my legs were completely out of the shot, focusing on nothing more than Rachel’s prone asshole and my cock about to enter it, I turned the camera back on and immediately rammed my dick straight into her brown dunghole.

Starting with slow shallow thrusts, I eventually worked my cock ball sack deep into her shithole. Once it was fully in her, I started giving her slow, full tip-to-ball sack deep thrusts to give her dad a taste of her asshole being stretched out. Rachel was almost screaming from pleasure, probably equally as turned on to be getting analed for her dad as I was to be analing her for her dad. After a few full-length pumps, I pulled my cock out to reveal an insane asshole gape that Rachel and I had been practicing all summer.

Rachel knew exactly how to relax her asshole muscles and force out air, so as she spread her ass cheeks wide and revealed her asshole gape, she forced their air out of her asshole to show it winking and farting. *Pllluuuurrppppp* Her asshole grips my cock so tight when we fuck, every time I pull it out after a minute of pounding it makes an insane suction cup sound as her gaping black hole asshole sucks in all the air around it to fill the 8 inch void my cock leaves behind. I gave her dad a nice 5 second view of her daughter on her stomach, legs spread wide, with a gaping black hole for an asshole the size of a quarter — nice and close up.

Next, I got her to her knees, had her stick her ass directly into the air, chest low, and held the camera in my hand, fixed on her asshole, as I stuck my lubed cock right back into her shitter. After about 10-15 full length thrusts of my rock-solid cock I’d pull it out to reveal a fat gape; this time pulling out a huge fart with it as Rachel pushed my cock out of her with her asshole muscles as if my cock was a log going straight into the toilet. As she forced my cock out, the air left with it and a massive fart filled the room: camera fixed directly on her farting asshole. After the fart, another suction as the black hole opened right back up, hungry for more of my fat rod.

To finish myself (and her Dad) off, I put the camera down flat on the bed, got under Rachel and let her mount and ride my cock with her asshole, entire vagina staring right into the camera as her asshole got worked. As I got close to dumping my load, she stayed still in the air on all fours and I began thrusting my cock into her asshole until my ball sack was on the verge of explosion. After I felt my nut coming, I pumped a dozen super-fast full tip-to-ball sack thrusts into her and then stood still as my cock shot pump after pump of thick semen directly into her asshole. The camera probably saw my cock vein pulsing as it unloaded each pump into her asshole.

I could only hold my cock still a few seconds to show the camera my nuts pumping into her before I had to give her a few more deep thrusts. After my thrusts, Rachel fell down onto my lap, cock still deep in her asshole, and I pulled back her legs to show the camera my cock coming out of her and the nut slowly dripping out the asshole onto the bed. I must’ve shot half a cup of semen directly into her bunghole for the camera — at least enough for a few visible pulses of the cock-vein. After a few seconds of clear footage on her holes, I turned the camera off and put it in the exact position we found it in. We also left the dirty thong that she was wearing at the start of the video right on the counter near where we found the camera. Excited to see how he reacted to his gift, we went to bed and planned to see how he’d react when he checked the footage out.

The next morning Rachel told him that we’d be out for a few hours, and we went outside for about 30 minutes before we snuck back in the house. We crept up the stairs at the speed of a snail, not making a single sound, and discovered that her dad’s door was closed. First we slipped into her room without making a sound to check if the camera was there. After moving the clothes aside, we found that both the thong and the camera was gone. Next, we slowly crept out of the room and put our ears near the bottom of his door to see if we could hear anything.

Sure enough, I heard our heavy breathing and his love whispers: “uhh, uhh, uhhh, holly fuckk, uhhhh.” “Ahhhhhhh!” *sniff* “Ahhhhhh!” *sniff* “Ahhhhhhh!” was being practically screamed from his room as it sounded escort bostancı as though he was sniffing Rachel’s thong featured in the video as he pleasured his cock with his greatest fantasy before his eyes. Minutes passed by as we heard his moans louder and louder until he finally blurted out “hollyyy fuckkkkk, ahhhhhh,” immediately followed by the sound of his chair rolling backwards. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkk” and “mmhmmmhmmmm (probably the sound of him tasting the pussy and asshole string of his daughter’s thong) filled the air.

After a few seconds of hearing his heavy breathing, we slowly went down the stairs, afraid that he’d come out and find us listening in on him, and immediately shot out of the back door and ran for the neighboring backyards. He probably heard us making noise as we ran out of there, so Rachel and I had to decide what to do for later that day when we got back. Should we play it off like nothing happened or confront him about his videography passion? It was my goal to film more for her Dad — and maybe even help him actually stick his own boner into his daughter’s asshole.

Shortly after we listened in on Rachel’s dad emptying all of the semen from his sack to the high-quality close-up footage of his daughter’s womanhood being taken by my cock, Rachel had second thoughts about this whole plan that we got into. “I can’t believe we gave my dad footage of my pussy and asshole,” Rachel told me as we walked to my house for breakfast. It seemed like we hadn’t thought about how permanent the video would be — her Dad will be able to keep that forever, empty a load to it after her graduation, wedding night, after her first kid is born, her 50th birthday, etc. — which worried her greatly. She was afraid that things could never go back to normal in her house if her dad was emptying his sack to her daily — hence why we ate breakfast at my house.

I agreed that it’d be awkward to live normally without acknowledging what happened, but I just decided to remind her about why we made the video in the first place and what she said when we found her Dad’s stash of her thongs and hidden cam videos. She even said herself that he’s been doing this for a while and that’s just who he is, so I told her that as long as you set boundaries, I’m sure life will go on as normal other than the fact that your sexy holes will have an admirer. In the back of my mind, I also knew that Rachel’s feelings about the video would change once she got horny again. Rachel was the type of girl to be extremely timid and cautious when she’s sober and not horny; but whenever she’d get high and ready to fuck her personally drastically changes and she’s absolutely cock hungry.

When we got to my house, I took her to the basement where we usually hung out, away from my family, and cooked us some breakfast. After I fed her, I put some bud in the bong and get her high to cheer her up and get her in the mood to fuck as I was ready to get my first nut of the day. Rachel still was feeling off about the video, so I begged her to eat her pussy to make her feel better. I told her that I wanted to worship her kitty like her father wishes he could.

The father comment pissed her off a bit, but the running of my hands along her body and sexy talk turned her right back into her sex hungry self. Her face lit up as she slid her butt to the edge of the couch and pulled her jeans off. I got to my knees, pulled her legs apart and took a nice look at her stare at her spread crotch — womanhood bulging through her tiny green thong. I pressed by nose right up into her covered pussy and took a deep inhale in, taking in her intense musk. It’d had been a full 24 hours since she’d showered; and even though she put that green thong on in the morning, the pleasant stench of her cunt was overpowering — and I couldn’t get enough of it.

She knew it was my favorite thing in the world to eat her ass out after the wear and tear of a day, so when I gave her head, she always pulled her legs back far to give me the perfect angle to easily service both her pussy and asshole. I kissed and sucked her pussy and asshole through her thong before pulling it aside, revealing her bare holes and eating my breakfast. Even without her morning shower Rachel was still a very clean girl — never any crumbs on her butthole or foul odors — just the most pleasantly stinky musk to compliment her incredibly sexy pussy and asshole (which is probably why her father had been collecting her thongs — after a sniff of a Rachel thong anyone would be hooked). With that I went to town and cleaned the hell out of her asshole with my saliva before tongue massaging her clitoris until her body shook uncontrollably.

I told her that we should save her holes for later when we go back to her house (as my cock still really wanted to spread them open as her dad watched and masturbated) and told her to suck the nut out of me. Without hesitation she got up, pushed me down to lay on the couch, and sat her pussy right on my face as she freed up my rock-solid cock. I knew the drill, the better I sucked her pussy, the sloppier and more intense the blowjob would be. Rachel always gave the some of the best head I’ve received to this day and was incredibly talented at opening her throat to literally fuck my cock with her mouth.

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Author’s Note: You should always clean your toys before and after using them.

Reedited by: Literotica editor Jack Mayne, many thank to him working with my story.

Short description: Story is about my maid, who was a virgin girl and how I was able to take her virginity.

Characters: Rita me and my maid Jhanky.

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I was reading a newspaper at my parent’s home when I heard the maid and I said hello to her then went back to reading my newspaper. I think she picked up the cups and left but after a while, she was back and looking at me.

“Yes? Do you want something?” I asked.

“Yes, ma’am, actually I want to discuss about my daughter,” said Shanty, my family’s longtime maid.

“OK, go ahead.”

“Ma’am, actually you asked me about another maid for your apartment,” she said.

“Oh, yes I remember a few days back I asked you, so have you found any one?” I asked her.

“Yes, ma’am, I did found someone,” she said.

“Who is she, do you know her?” I asked.

“Yes, ma’am. She is my daughter.

“What, your daughter?” I said. “I think she is so young and doesn’t she still go to College?”

No, ma’am, because of my husband. He drinks a lot and we have to fulfill his needs – if we don’t he beats both of us so that’s why I asked about my daughter,” Shanty said.

“But you know your daughter is young isn’t she?”

“Yes, ma’am she is young, but last month she turned 19”

“Well, can she manage living alone much of the time at the apartment?” I asked her. “You know I only stay there once in a while to entertain special guests.”

Yes ma’am she can manage, she is alone now most of the time at home.”

I reminded her I lived a different life at the apartment since I was a lesbian and used that place for my games with other girls.

“Yes, ma’am, but she can manage,” Shanty said.

I told her I will pay 2,500 Rupees a month and she would have to live there full time.

She agreed, and I told her to bring her daughter to me in the morning so I could talk with her alone.

When I first saw her, she appeared quite young, average looking, sky and looking down at her feet.

I talked to her for a while alone and she tells me her name is Jhanky and that she cannot read or write.

I asked her if she could manage alone in my apartment.

“Yes, I can manage alone,” she said.

I told her to go and send in her mother. A moment later, her mother reappeared in my bedroom.

“She looks fine to me and for now she can have the job at my apartment,” I said, but I wondered how she could feed herself alone there if she cannot cook.

A few days later, her mother told me she had been giving her some cooking lessons and now should be able to cook for herself.

“She can definitely cook now. She can fry eggs, make coffee, tea, and drinks, for herself and also for you,” Shanty said proudly.

My apartment had two bedrooms with attached baths, kitchen and a living room with a television set. One room would be mine and one for Jhanky. No one but my “secret friends” and me ever lived there so this would change things.

It was a hot, humid day in Mumbai when I took Jhanky there and showed her the apartment. I told here that I bring my very special friends there and she should stay out of sight and in the kitchen or her room.

“Don’t come in where we are and don’t spy on what we are doing,” I told the wide-eyed young girl. I also told her not to change things around without asking me first.

I told her to bring some cold water for me and she obeyed my order. After giving me water she went back to the kitchen and asked me about the dishes there. I thought I should bring some plates and glasses for Jhanky but I hadn’t so she could use the old ones and I could bring some new for myself.

After drinking the water I asked her bring some apple juice for me. She did, then sat near me on the sofa. We started chatting about things, and I told her how she was to behave when I was busy with my friends and I told her what she could do in her spare time. She listened and I answered her questions.

A few days later, I was sitting on sofa watching movie and I asked Jhanky get some massage lotions and oil from my bedroom.

“I am tired and need a massage, Jhanky; can you do that for me?” I asked the slender young girl.

“Yes, ma’am, I can do that,” she said. “I used to do that for my mother when she was tired after working at your parent’s home.” She went to my room for the oils and lotions.

I stripped naked and wrapped a towel around myself, then took off the towel and spread it on the sofa and laid naked on it.

She started with my shoulders, applying some lotion on my shoulders then she starts with her hands. I loved the feeling of her soft, young hands on my body. The first massage from my Jhanky was awesome. Her fingertips went from shoulders down my arms to my hands.

Her hands had a magic way of applying lotion, using her fingertips. I felt so relaxed.

Then she went to my feet and ataşehir escort bayan toes, up onto my legs to the knees, softly stroking and massaging my legs. It was wonderful, I felt her soft angel stroking, mixed with some delightful squeezing and rubbing.

She hesitated when she got near my naked ass, but I told her softly not to worry because she is a girl, too, and she should not be nervous.

Jhanky poured some lotion on the soft contours of my tight butt and her fingers made my feel their magic.

After a few minutes, I told her to put her oiled finger into my ass hole and massaged inside. She paused a moment but then her finger slipped into my butt again. I moaned when the small finger touched my sensitive anus. Then she pushed her finger in deeper and I gripped the pillow and moaned loudly. My pussy immediately began to get wet and felt itchy for more stimulation.

I then asked the beautiful girl to massage my tits; the sensitive nipples were already hard and throbbing. Jhanky applied some lotion on my breasts, and her magical hands began to softly massage them. I told her how to pinch my nipples with her thumbs.

She and did as I told her.

After she did my tits and my stomach, I began to realize with was getting very wet. Jhanky’s hands moved around my pussy, but did not get close to my shaved pussy lips, which were now swollen with need.

I asked her to touch my labia she did, massaging it with her fingers causing me to feel the need to cum. She squeezed my pussy lips, stroking then with soft fingers, but she did not know how to finger deeply into my slit and to rub my throbbing clit.

When I asked her to get me off, she said she didn’t know what to do.

But I knew I had to get off – I needed an orgasm badly. I told her to rub my inner and outer pussy lips as fast as she could. When she started that, my hips began to thrust up and down and I gasped and moaned in hot need of a cum.

I told her to slide two of her slender wet fingers into my steaming pussy, as far as she could, and they move them in and out as fast as she could, and I told her to put her thumb on my clit. I had to show her where the clit was, but then she stroked it hard and it was driving me crazy with a need to get off.

I was squirming and thrusting my body up to get more of her fingers inside my hot, drooling hole. I was wiggling and whining in need as she thrust her hand in and out of the hole, her hand covered in my juices.

Suddenly her fingers inside me began to wiggle along with being moved in and out. I was shuddering with sexual need, my hips thrusting and twisting, and my gasps louder and moans becoming hot squeals of sexual heat.

“I want to cum, Jhanky, make me cum?,” I whined. She looked at me wide-eyed and, even in my gasping heat; I could tell it was turning her on, too. I knew at that moment, whining and whimpering and thrusting and twisting, that I wanted to fuck this beautiful young girl very soon.

Then, with a loud wail and shuddering, I came. I was completely out of my mind in ecstasy. I was covered with sheen of sweat and was gasping in one of the best cums recently.

“Fuck me, oh, fuck my cunt, I need to cum,” I wailed at her. It was wonderful. My body stiffened, tightened and stretched and I felt like I was transformed to another level of existence. I hadn’t cum like this in a long time.

While the inexperienced girl didn’t really know what to do, she followed my instructions and I think that made my orgasm even better.

I slowly relaxed, smiling to myself with my eyes closed. “Thank you, Jhanky, you did it,” I thought.

She was still fingering my pussy, her hands were very wet, making squishing noises as they moved in my gushing hole, my juices pouring out of my pussy and soaking the sofa.

I asked her to stop and to taste my cum. She sucked her fingers, but she didn’t seem to like the taste and rubbed her hand dry on the sofa.

I went to take bath while she cleaned the sofa and went to take her own bath. When she came back into the room I told her I wanted another such massage like this one in a couple of weeks.

She smiled and said she would.

Time passed quickly and after six months, it was a totally different Jhanky.

She was tending to my apartment very well and I was really happy with the way she worked, the way she managed things and she obeyed my orders.

Her magical fingers were a wonder on my body and even better on my pussy slit and into my pussy hole. She brought me off regularly and seemed to really enjoy it. I know I did.

She and I became closer and closer. I told her what I did with my special girl friends and she saw some of our sexual activities.

I knew I could do whatever I wanted to do with Jhanky and that she would never object, but I wanted to tease her. I wanted to see how much she could wait. But I knew it was just time before I had this beautiful girl in my bed where I could fuck her to my heart’s content.

A few weeks later I was in the apartment and decided escort kadıköy to play a porn video while she was watching. I had always watched porn in my room on my laptop, but today I wanted to show her an extraordinary Indian porn movie that I had downloaded from net.

It was a full-length lesbian porn movie in Hindi so Jhanky could understand it. The movie plot is a maid that made a mistake and her mistress is to punish her. It stars two famous Indian lesbian porn stars, Priya and Teena.

She was working in kitchen and I told Jhanky to come to the living room when she was done.

In a few minutes she came and I told her to fetch my laptop from the bedroom.

I was lying on the sofa, wearing pants and a shirt when she brought the laptop, which I placed on my stomach.

“Bring me some juice, Jhanky, banana would be nice,” I told her.

I asked her if she was finished working and she said she was.

“OK, bring the massage lotion,” I told her.

When she returned with the lotion, I asked her sit and she sat near me.

I took off my pants and shirt so I was wearing only my bra and panties when I started the movie.

First she didn’t understand what the movie was about was in first few minutes. She asked about the girl.

“Just watch, my dear,” I told her.

When the woman of the house starts punishing her maid, I asked Jhanky to take off her clothes like the girl in the movie.

Jhanky was confused and shy, her face red and her teeth biting her lips, while she watched the movie with wide eyes.

“Jhanky, don’t you want give me a massage?” I asked.

Suddenly she came back to earth and said she did. I smiled again. But in a few seconds later she again was staring in fascination at the movie, her hand rubbing my bare shoulder but without applying any lotion.

“Do you want me to punish you like the girl in the movie?” I asked Jhanky.

At that she began her massage, her magic fingertips on the soft, smooth skin of my shoulder.

But her eyes were glued to the scene on my computer screen.

I put my hand on her pussy and she jerked up, looking shocked.

“Jhanky, are you wet?” I asked softly while looking into her eyes.

She was shy and looked down for a moment, her eyes flicking between down at me and to the computer screen where the movie was playing.

“Have you ever masturbated?” I quietly asked her.

She looked nervously at me and shook her head. I think she was telling me no, but when the woman in the movie started fingering her maid, suddenly Jhanky looked at me with questioning eyes.

“Is that punishment?” she squeaked.

I smiled and told her that was the same thing she had done to me.

“Yes, so it means you are punishing me?” I asked with another smile.

“No, ma’am I swear, I never thought I was punishing you,” she said quietly.

Then I asked her if she had ever seen anyone naked. She kept her head down and said she had never seen anyone naked in real life.

“Jhanky don’t lie you saw me,” I said.

“Yes, ma’am, I saw you but no one else,” she said.

She began to rub oil on me as we watched the movie.

My pussy was drooling from the hot scenes on the screen, but I wanted even more.

Jhanky reached my shoulder and arms, and then she went towards my stomach.

Suddenly, she bent down and massaged my foot and legs so I asked her to put the computer on the table so we can watch while she massaged my almost naked body.

I told her to suck my feet and toes while rubbing them. She did. My body was getting hot from her work.

I asked her to take off my bra and she did, then starts softly rubbing my tits and softly thumbing my nipples. They were getting harder than little rocks and causing my pussy to get wetter and wetter.

This girl is driving me crazy with desire.

But Jhanky looked a bit nervous while palming my smooth tits.

She also was watching the action on the laptop while playing with my boobs.

Then I told her to put her hand into my panties and to put some lotion on my pussy. She did and then started gently rubbing it.

She starts rubbing my pussy lips with her soft fingers, sending sparks into my body. I asked her to press her fingers into my slit and to move two hot fingers from my asshole to my clit.

“Fuck, move it faster in and out, Jhanky,” I said with a husky voice. My body was jiggling and squirming, and I moaned and whimpered as her fingers slid up and down my crease, and in and out of my slobbering pussy hole.

“Harder, damn it, Jhanky, fuck me with your fingers,” I wheezed while pushing my hips up to make her hand drag harder on my slushy pussy slit and across the stiff clit.

“Yes god, go faster, girl, harder, fuck, go harder. I need to cum, shit, I really need it, faster, faster, make me cuuuuuummmm!”

I went rigid, my legs pressed together so that they squeezed my pussy, making me jerk with orgasmic jolts, as I imprisoned Jhanky’s hot, wet hand in my wet cunt. She was still jiggling bostancı escort her fingers along my slot, and deeply into my hot hole. It was a wonderful feeling.

I watched her face, nervous, intent, but seeming to enjoy how she was making me writhe and whimper and jerk around the sofa, spilling out my juices again on the cushions.

“Jhanky get me towel,” I wheezed, totally relaxed after that wonder orgasm.

After I had a bath, I was relaxing in my bed when Jhanky came in to tell me lunch was ready.

“Did you masturbate after the movie, Jhanky?” I asked.

She looked at me with a funny face and seemed confused.

“What is masturbation, ma’am?” she said quietly.

She wasn’t a stupid girl, just a girl that had never had the reality of being a girl explained to her. She simply did not know about a hymen or anything about sex other than what we had been doing here.

She told me she did not wear a bra or panties that she never had and did not know what sizes she wore.

“Ah, I see, OK, this evening I will go for shopping for some undergarments for you,” I told her.

After lunch I had her come to my room to see if I could figure out what sizes the girl wore.

She hesitated a bit in shyness when I asked her to strip off her top, but she finally did.

Her body was fantastic.

I grabbed her tits with both hands, and decided she needed a near 30 bra.

Then I told her to take off her pants and her curvaceous body was before me. But what a forest of thick, black hair there was around her pussy.

“So, you don’t shave your snatch, eh?” I asked.

“No, ma’am, not yet,” she said quietly.

I touched her pussy, but she pulled away, so I told her it was a pussy just like mine.

I started to rub her little, hairy slit, massaging her outer and inner lips with my fingers, keeping away from her hymen but getting her wetter and watching her outer pussy lips swell up in excitement. I put my little finger against her hole, but it was hard to do because I did not want to take her virginity that way. Suddenly, though, the lovely little girl shook with an orgasm, maybe her first one ever.

I wanted to taste her hot little pussy, but all that hair was a put off. I like pussies nice and smooth and sleek.

“I like shaved ones,” I said, but she didn’t understand. I sent her to my washroom of the tube of depilatory but she said she didn’t know how to use it. I showed her, gave her a towel and waited for her to come back to my room. She came back with a towel wrapped around her slender body.

Jhanky was damned sexy, her wet hair dripping water on the sofa.

I asked her to remove her towel, the sight was unbelievable. Her bare, tight little slit made her look younger than she was. She was just more than beautiful and I knew I wanted badly to fuck this lovely girl.

I stood up and touched her beautiful apple-sized tits pinching her nipples, slid a finger along her wet pussy lips – oh, my god, she is hot enough to make me slick with juices from my own pussy.

I had her sit up and then I gave her a mini makeover. I like pink so I used pink nail polish and pink lipstick. As I worked, I could see a beautiful young bride standing in front of me. She didn’t know what was happening to her, she was just enjoying what I was doing with her.

She was completely naked, so I rubbed my hand from her face, lips to breasts and then on her hips. I pinched her butt, she squeaked, but I didn’t stop. I rubbed my hand on her back side, from hips to her face, putting my fingers on her soft lips, rubbing her lips with my finger, I whispered in her ear that she was ready.

She didn’t reply, she is just standing naked and virginal in front of me with her eyes closed as I was looking at her in the mirror.

I pinched her nipples again she whimpered that it was hurting, and then I gripped her small butt cheeks in my hands and start massaging her sleek ass. She was standing quietly, just letting me touch her.

I bent a little and started sucking one by one those beautiful small black nipples.

I whispered in her ear if she liked this. She didn’t reply.

So I continued sucking biting her nipples, grabbing her boobs and squeezing them. That made her moan softly. Her hands were touching her own butt, but she is doing nothing else.

So I kissed her softly, but she tightly closed her lips. I kept up with my soft kissing and, slowly, she relaxed her lips. I started sucking her beautiful lips and after a while, I asked her to kiss my lips and Jhanky opened her eyes and started kissing me, just soft kissing which caused me to moan softly as I felt this gorgeous creature kissing me harder, sucking on my lips and moaning softly herself.

When my hands reached down to her pussy, she is already wet. I rubbed her few times, and suddenly she can’t breath easily, she can’t control herself. She moans loudly, then says, “Ma’am, there is something coming out from inside me.”

I rubbed her wet slit hard and fast, massaging her outer lips. Then I lick my finger then I ask Jhanky to suck my finger and she did. I pushed my wet finger inside her hot, tight hole. She cried out that it is hurting but I didn’t stop, I started slowly and seductively pushed my hot finger in and out making sure not to damage her hymen.

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*Author’s note: All characters depicted in sexual scenes are 18 years of age or older.*

Lilith’s Goal: Part 2

The cobblestone pathway turns to smooth blacktop driveway. The sound of my heels clipping against the pavement fills the quiet morning. Smiling slowly, my hand caresses the hood of the pretty WRX STI 2020. Immediately feeling the same giddy excitement blooming across my chest as it did the day I purchased it. Her name was a homage to my favorite jewelry, Pearl. Not a car expert by any means, I still knew what a pretty car looked like. She hit all of my 3-S’s; sexy, seductive and satisfying.

“Hello pearl, how was your rest?” Leaning forward kissing the hood. Stroking my fingertips over softly as I walk to the door.

The day was unusually warm for early May, slipping my blazer off I toss it across the console. Sliding into my seat and buckling. I push the ignition button, bringing her purrs to life around me. Lifting a manicured finger my gold charm bracelet sparkles as it hits the sunshine. Clicking the sunroof open, sunshine spreads across my shoulders. A breeze swooping across the top of my head. The sensation causes my eyes to flutter closed and open, a peaceful moment of contentment. Relaxed from my release the feeling of euphoria from such a lovely day places a wide grin on my face. Putting Pearl into gear I pull the car out of the driveway in a quick fluid movement. Driving slow and patient off the private lake road. A few minutes later, I reach the main country road. My foot lowers on the gas letting the car open up, reaching 80mph in 10 seconds. Turning dance music on, loud and obnoxious, Lizzo’s beat pumping. Grinning wider, it occurs to me the beat matches the steady one still thumping in my pussy.

Fifteen minutes later after avoiding old, slow pick up trucks and one family of geese passing across the road; I swing into my parking spot. Proudly looking up at the small freestanding building, I had managed to buy and make into my dream business. Two cars sit in the lot, one belonged to my employee Eve, the other was a sleek black Tesla.

“Now that’s a sexy car.” Murmuring to myself, I cock my head in thought. What client of mine has a Tesla?

Getting out, remembering my handbag. I swivel quickly. Slipping and tumbling a bit reaching for my blazer, the sensation of cool air hits my upper thighs. Realizing my skirt has ridden up to almost my waist, I panic. I hear a deep chuckle from inside the Tesla. Head rotating to glare at the car my mouth in a perfect oval. Oh shit, someone is in that car I’m flashing them! Panic sets in. Embarrassment flushes my cheeks and chest, feeling the warmth build up and down across my skin I freeze in mortification. Snapping out of it, moving quickly, smashing my head on the door as I scramble to stand. I groan rubbing the tender spot. Flustered wiggling my hips, pushing my mini skirt down. Skirt intact, standing tall and erect. I take a long deep breath, coming out in a quiet huff. I glance at the Tesla, giving it annoyed glare.

“Thank god I am wearing panties today.” Mumbling under my breath.

Blushing I grab my purse pretending nothing happened. Hoping that it’s my employees client I walk quickly across the lot and into the building. Slipping my blazer on before I reach the door, my purse hanging from my wrist. Still embarrassed I duck my head as I walk, shaking it back and forth slightly in humiliation.

Orange and vanilla tickle my senses, inside the waiting room. The smell calms me and makes me feel at ease, instantly. The small day spa was elegant, decorated in soft blues, greens and dots of pale yellow. A small chandelier hung in the entryway, the pale cream light bouncing off the crystals and reflecting rainbows on the ceiling. To the left sat a small waiting area with a large plush leather couch, two wing backed emerald velvet chairs and mustard colored chaise lounge. Locals artists paintings hang on the walls. Small bouquets of fresh flowers dotted color throughout the space. It exuded sophistication and sensuality. I smile at Eve, sitting behind the large pale wooden desk. Pausing before I head to the break room.

“Good morning Eve, how was your weekend?” Smiling brightly at her, picking up mail and flipping through the small stack.

“You’re late again.” Eve looks at her watch then back at me, lips pursed tight, frowning as she looks me up and down. Rolling her eyes at my outfit.

Expression sour, frown deepening on her thin face. Today she wore her blonde hair long and straight in a high pony, makeup simple. Dressed in jeans, sandals, an off the shoulder pink sweater and a silver crucifix at her throat.

“Seeing how I am your Boss, it looks like I’m right on time. Are we bitchy today?” She rolls her eyes at me and ignores the question, lips tightening even more.

“You had an online booking, He pulled in 15 minutes before you.”

She stares at the computer screen, the mouse clicking and arranging clients. Ignoring her I walk past the desk to the ataşehir escort back room. Great Tesla guy is my client, just fucking wonderful. Sighing heavily I leave my purse on the break room table. Standing still as stone I massage my cheeks. Willing the blush to go away, even mortified knowing he was there for me. Walking back up to the front, stopping in my treatment room to check my wax and chemicals. Her voice calls from the desk as I step into my room.

“Did you hang your bag or leave it on the table? We have hooks for a reason.” Her voice is short and annoyed. Awww, great. She is in a bitchy mood, wonderful. Rolling my eyes I walk briskly to the break room to hang my bag. Spinning on my heels, annoyed with her behavior first thing in the morning I huff and purse my lips. angry.

Seconds later I hear the door open, the voices travel down the hall in quiet murmurs as I hear the general speech of consent forms, frequently asked questions and… Is she purring at him? I listen closely to his voice, resonating low and rumbling. I cannot understand what he is saying in response to her flirty small talk. Eve is speaking in her “I wanna jump your bones” voice. Having heard it often when she is speaking to her Husband I roll my eyes. Straightening up I relax my shoulders and tousle my hair. Shit, Eve is going to point it out if I flirt. No flirting. No flirting. I repeat my mantra to myself as I walk out the door. Moving a few steps down the hall I duck into a treatment room, making myself busy. Trying so hard to stay calm, erase the flush from my body.

As I stir my wax with a large wooden paddle I listen to her asking him standard questions. Hearing the deep and gravely notes to his voice, a very sexy voice. I can’t help but squirm in nervousness. He is young…professional…intelligent, listening to the articulate responses. Trying to calm my quick beating heart and wiping my sweaty palms on my skirt. Okay, calm the fuck down Lil. Its just some guy that probably wants his nose hairs waxed or he has a horrendous Uni-brow. After my little pep talk I square my shoulders and taking a deep breath walk out of the room. I carefully sway my hips back and forth in a sensual walk.

In the corner of the lobby sits a large Man, dark hair full and thick. His ankle crossed casually over his knee and bouncing. Focused on his phone, he looks up at me and my heart skips a beat. He’s dressed well, slim black dress pants and pale blue Tee shirt, tucked in. His shoes black leather oxfords laced up, clearly expensive. He is casual yet professional, and sexy as hell. Shit, shit, shit, I’m fucked with this one. Breathe Lil, breathe. His stormy blue eyes, intense. They land on me potent and serious, giving me shivers. His eyes travel from my heeled toes to my luscious hair then back to my eyes. A smirk playing around his mouth. Seeing his gaze makes me blush and I wobble a bit on my heels as I approach him. Plastering a sweet innocent smile on my face I hold out my hand

“Hi! I’m Lilith! You must be William.”

My hand outstretched I shake his firmly. As our hands connect I feel a slight jolt. His smile is slow and easy as he stands. Our hands lingering too long I blush red as I snatch my hand back.

“Nice to meet you Lilith.” His voice is smooth like good scotch, and he stands a foot taller than my small 5’3′ height, even in my heels.

“Let me just look over your paperwork and we can get started.”

Grinning wider I turn to Eve, her gaze narrowed on my face. Her lips twitch in a knowing smirk…Ugh, she is such a bitch sometimes, and knows me so well. Snatching the paperwork out of her waiting fingers she holds tight not letting go. Cocking my head, I give her a warning glare, her fingers release and she grins. As I yank it from her it flies into the air landing a foot away. I step over and bending down realize immediately what she had done. My ass once again in the air, him behind me. I stand, taking a shaky breath and turning I move aside, wiggling my skirt down once more.

Getting up and walking around the desk Eve’s hips sway more than usual. Passing me she smirks in my direction. Twirling a strand of hair in her fingers as she walks by.

“Right this way William. I’ll get you settled while Lil reads everything over.”

I stare at her, my mouth agape at her behavior as she leads him down the hallway. I scan his information quickly, checking for medications or things that would contraindicate in a service. Tossing the sheet onto the desk I pass her in the hallway.

“Try not to flirt too much Lil. Should I put on your sexy playlist?” Eve smiles wide and teasing.

“Don’t you dare put on my sexy list, pick some 70’s folk music. Then go fuck yourself, you clearly need to get off!” Hissing quietly, having had enough of her short and rude behavior.

Her facial expression reads hot anger at my words, snapping back into bitchy resting face and stomping back to the desk. Smiling to myself knowing I got to her a little. I tap kadıköy escort on the treatment room before opening.

Williams essence fills my small room. In the confined space I can smell him, hints of bergamot and mint are overwhelming. I inhale deeply, smiling sweetly at him. Turning away from to hide my blush I pull on pink nitrile gloves, the snapping of them filling the awkward silence. Before I turn, I hear the music starting, a sexy Lana Del Ray song “My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola…” I groan silently, my eyes closing and blushing beet red. My hands fisting in pure anger. She is in so much trouble, I will be ripping slow on her next Brazilian.

Too mortified to think , I try plotting my revenge on Eve. Turning, a strained smile hurting my cheeks. He sits on my treatment table knees slightly parted palms resting on his thighs, his blue eyes laughing but his face calm and waiting. Oh he was listening to the lyrics, shit…

“So what were you thinking of getting done? I do so many things here…” His lip quirks in amusement but he doesn’t smile. Realizing how my words may have sounded I bite my lip to hide my embarrassment.

“I need an eyebrow today and have questions about the many things you do here…”

Stepping between his knees, much closer than normal. Looking intently at his brows, trying to control my facial expression and breathing. I lean forward for a better look. Realizing I am too close I stand abruptly. Pivoting quickly I trip over my feet, stumbling and falling towards my wax pots. His hands are lightening fast on my hips anchoring me. Pulling my back to his chest, hot breath tickling my ear. The sensations cause my knees to weaken, a whimper escaping deep from my chest. Common sense snaps me up and away from him, shaking my head at my actions. Stepping away his hands slide down my thighs and touch my stockinged legs, just under my skirt. Blushing crimson and standing very still I try to affirm with myself that he did just touch me that way. Blinking slowly and moving a few inches further from him, I seek his gaze. My hands on his arms I swallow loudly my mouth suddenly dry and hot. Still as a frightened doe I stay rooted in my spot. Realizing I am still close and touching him, I lean back to rest on my table behind me.

“I am so sorry! Thank you, I can be such a klutz.”

“No apologies needed, I am happy to catch you any time.”

His voice was sincere and held a tone of amusement. Turning back to him, slower this time and focusing on my feet, he is smiling at me his head cocked in curious thought. Ducking my head down I turn to stir my wax and work on settling my heart rate.

“So, let’s get down to it. Most men come here curious about a boyzilian. Which is a Brazilian, but for men. We remove all the hair from front to back. It takes about 20-30 minutes your first time depending on pain tolerance and if you need breaks. With situations like this I will wax your brows first and we can discuss everything during that service.” My words come out rapid and fast, hoping deep down he wants to take his pants off for a boyzilian service. Still a bit shaky I lock my fingers together tightly in front of me. Unsure how to stand, how to speak, all my thoughts a jumbled mess in my head. Pull yourself together Lil! My god, he’s your first client…

His smile is slow and leisurely as his eyes travel up and down my body, not once but twice. This only causes me to blush redder. Clearing his throat he looks down at my breasts then back to my face, speaking low and quiet.

“What makes you think I am curious about a boyzilian?”

His smile turns to a grin as he runs his tongue across the bottom of his teeth. Giggling nervously and feeling ridiculous I shrug, opening and closing my mouth as I struggle to find the words. My brain failing me, I rock on my heels slowly. As I rock, my eyes are frozen on his lips.

“Ummm, well. I shouldn’t have assumed. I just. Um. Well. I. Uh…” Stuttering and falling over my words I slow my nervous rocking and take 3 deep breaths, closing and opening my eyes.

When I look up he is leaning forward towards me. What is happening? Is he smelling me? Confused and unsure about what to say, I immediately freeze. Standing still as stone.

“What would you like waxed today?” As I speak I feel his hand brush my skirt, a finger brushing softly across my thigh. Sucking in a breath I hold it, looking him in the eye. Stepping back before he can respond and breaking the connection I turn slowly to my wax pots. Clearing his throat, he runs his hands through his hair. The silence permeates the room, my breathing more controlled now I turn back to him and smile brightly.

“I’m teasing you, I did want a boyzilian. I think I should wait for another time though. I am a bit hard on time right now.” His chuckle and grin was slow and low. His pun didn’t escape my attention, biting the inside of my mouth to not say something stupid I prepare my utensils and tools for his service. Busying my mind as bostancı escort bayan I work. And, trying to not get turned on any more than I already am.

Taking out small thin sticks, gauze and eyebrow wand, I place all my utensils out on a clean cloth before starting. Turning back to him I lean over his chest and look back and forth from brow to brow, gaging how much is needed.

“Okay, so William go ahead and lay back.” Smiling to hide my humiliation, worried that my eye may twitch and betray my emotional state. I focus on the pink bubblegum wax in front of me.

“Okay, William. Close your eyes, we do not want any wax getting on your eyelashes.”

As his eyes close, my fingers are soft and feathery against his skin as I work. Applying wax then removing it quickly, applying pressure to the skin. Touching him was harder than imagined, his skin felt hot under my fingertips.

“What kind of questions do you have about the boyzilian service?”

“How long does it last? I have to shave consistently. I hate the hair.” His voice is steady as he stays still, one eye lid rising slightly to look at me.

“It should last for 4-5 weeks, this is personal…but when did you shave last?” My voice is calm and steady. Our discussion is helping with my excitement and I finally am beginning to feel more in control of my body.

“Its been 3 weeks. I read your website, So I am ready for it. When I have more time that is” His voice holds uncertainty and disappointment.

“You read my website? Smart Man. Any questions that I didn’t cover there?”

“Hmm… None that pertains to the waxing.” His tone shifted and he glances at me, half lidded. Leaning half over him we connect gazes at the same time. His eyes flickering to my breasts leaning over him.

“Eyes closed, Sir.” My tone is firm, his half lidded gaze causing my heart to speed up again.

Glancing down again at my chest, his eyes closing, smirking. I can see he is becoming erect. Well, that is unexpected. Looking back at him, both his lids have lifted slightly, to watch me. Licking my lips and shifting shyly.

“I found your little shop and read everything on the website and thought I would check you out.” His voice is even but I can see his eyes are watching me closely. I keep my face calm not wanting to give away my surprise and uncertainty.

“We should schedule the wax for this week, I can try to get you in at this time. If that works? Or sometimes I come in earlier.” My voice wavers at the end, If he came when Eve wasn’t here she can’t embarrass me.

“Can you do 9am? Then I can leave from here for work. You are not far from the City.” His voice amused.

“Absolutely! It’s a date, I mean not a date, date but a date in my books.” Nervous, I chatter. Shut up Lilith! My heart rate once again is fast, my skin flushed red. Why does this Man make me so nervous? Applying a light amount of aloe vera I pat the area dry and get a mirror for him to see. My back to him I reach on my high shelf for the hand mirror, only to turn with his eyes on me, intense. Smiling to hide my uncertainty, I hand him the mirror and remove my gloves.

While he is looking at them, moving his head back and forth I look down again at his cock. It is still hard in his pants the outline clear and defined. Without thinking I groan deeply in my throat. Realizing what I did my eyes snap back to his, he is smirking at me the mirror resting on his chest. Arms raised above his head, hands as a pillow. Shit how long was I staring? Why is he looking at me like that? I gotta get out of here. My thoughts probably written on my face, I tuck my head down shuffling my feet I begin to back up slowly toward the door.

“So, I will give you some time to get up, and meet me out in the lobby. We can get that appointment set up for you.

“You mean our date?” His smirk turns into a grin as he sits up, his eyes traveling from my feet to my eyes.

“Yeah, our date, on the books.” Whispering, I blush and turn on my heel rushing from the room. Eve is standing in the hallway her arms crossed with a knowing smirk. Mouthing to her “GO!” and pointing to the desk I arch a brow, daring her to disobey. Walking away from her, I walk into the lobby. Pacing and nibbling on my nails. When William walks out of the room his erection is gone, or he somehow magically hid it in his tight pants. No matter, my eyes linger a moment too long and Eve notices.

“Eve will check you out, and get you re-booked for this week. Eve, he wants a 9 am this week, Bye for now William.” I stutter, Turning on my heel and walk briskly to my room hiding behind the door, a hand over my face. Emotions swirl around me, giddy excitement and embarrassment. Shaking my head I clean my room and prepare it for the next client. Waiting to hear the bell of the door, nothing.

Why isn’t he leaving? My heart is pounding so hard I didn’t hear the door… that’s gotta be it. Stepping out the door, my walk is quick when I slam into his chest. Both of us surprised by the other, a combined “oof, so sorry” escapes us.

“I wanted to give this to you personally.” His hand out to me holds a small tip envelope. Duh, of course that is why he hasn’t left yet, my thoughts swirling and erratic with him being so close.

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“Screw him!” Jess said down the phone and I knew she was right. “I have two tickets in my hot little hands to U2 tonight and we have to go!”

Jess was my best friend since as long as I could remember. We were always there for each other no matter what and at 25, we were both smokin’ hot! She wasn’t a fan of Darren when we first hooked up 8 months ago and was pretty vocal about me moving on. Darren cheating on me was the clincher.

“I really want to have a quiet one.” I said in a tone that told Jess if she asked one more time I would go. She picked up on this.

“I’ll be over in thirty minutes and then we are going. Dress slutty so I’m not the only one.” And with that she hung up.

I dropped my mobile phone on the bed. The screen saver was still a picture of Darren and I from our trip to Vegas. I flopped down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. Darren was a total douche but a chiseled , tattooed douche with a nine-inch cock that he used to jack hammer me into multiple orgasims.

Thinking of his cock made my pussy twitch. I rolled onto my front and slid my hand down the front of my pants. I had just freshly shaved my pussy last night and it felt so smooth. I let my fingers touch my lips. I liked to touch myself and I pushed my hips down harder on my hand. I could feel my middle finger getting wet as I pushed it back and forward.

I pulled my hand out of my pants and rolled off the bed. Jess was going to be here soon and I really needed to get changed. I decided that I would play with myself in the bath as soon as I got back from the concert.

I pulled open the door to my wardrobe and began the grueling task of deciding what to wear.

Ten minutes later I escort ataşehir had narrowed it down to a few things. I had a good body and most things looked good on me. Not in a skinny model way but in a wet dream way for most red blooded males.

I had a big chest, tiny waist and a tight ass. Guys loved checking out my tits. They were obsessed by them and I liked it. I liked to know they wanted to see them and would often dress to show a lot of cleavage.

I picked an incredibly tight black tank top with a split down the front. It was tiny and showed my toned stomach. A denim skirt that was so short it left nothing to the imagination, bright red nickers and knee high boots.

I heard a car honk and knew that was Jess out front. I grabbed a handbag and jumped in the passenger seat of her car. She smiled, as she looked me up and down.

“I like!” she said. As I went to put on the seatbelt my denim skirt rode up revealing my red nickers to her. She placed a hand on my exposed thigh and rubbed it. “I like a lot.” She added with a twinkle in her eye.

Thirty minutes later we were parked and walking into the arena. It was all ready growing with people. Jess had brought ground level ticket, standing room only. She wanted to be in the thick of the action and feel the crowd.

It was as good as I hoped. U2 were on fine form and the crowd was getting whipped up into a frenzy. Jess and I were dancing to everything. It was sold out and people were packing in tight. It was so hot with people so close. I was getting off on bumping into all the people around me. I was imagining they were all looking at me and wanting me and not the band.

I didn’t notice the hands on my hips kadıköy escort bayan at first. When I did I was so turned on I wanted to play. I slowly inched backward swinging my hips to the music. My butt soon touched the crouch of whoever was holding me. I grinded up against it and I felt their cock grow. It felt good to have this reaction, this guy was getting so turned on. His hands gripped tighter around my waist and I could feel his cock go even harder as I slowed my grind against it.

I was going to turn around and see who it was but not seeing was a bigger turn on. So I just kept my back to this mystery man. His hands worked their way up my torso to just under my breasts. My nipples were hard and I wanted him to play with them. I placed my hands on his and moved them up to cup my breasts. He took the invitation and slowly squeezed them. Not wearing a bra meant he was able to brush his hands against my nipples. Each time he did, it turned me on that bit more. He leaned in and kissed the back of my neck. I place a hand behind his head and rubbed my butt harder against his rock hard cock.

I moved my free hand in-between us and played with his bulge. Each time I touched it, his breathing got heavier and his cock would twinge wanting to break free from his jeans.

He slowly moved his right hand down my body and stopped at the top of my denim skirt. I sucked in my stomach so it created a gap for him to keep going. He took the opening and went down further. Using his whole hand, he massaged my pussy through my nickers. He was able to feel I was completely shaven and already quite wet.

His hand dived into my nickers and his two middle fingers slid into me. My head escort bostancı leaned back against his chest and let out a moan. It felt fantastic. My senses were heighten and the idea I was surrounded by so many people made me start to orgasim very quickly. I’m not sure if anyone was looking at us at that moment, I didn’t care. I pushed against his hand and he started to finger fuck me harder. I moved both my hands behind his head and let him go as deep within me as possible. Our bodies moving back and forward to the beat of the song.

I felt his free hand behind me undo his zip. I pulled my skirt up higher to make it easier for him. His cock was so hot as it slided between my legs. He pulled my nickers to the side and his head easily found my wet lips. He thrusted back and forward sliding his shaft against my soaking pussy. He was trying to maneuver his cock into me. I wanted it so badly but I decided that he wasn’t going to go all the way with me (I hadn’t even seen his face). I placed a hand over his cock, cupping it against my pussy. I made it feel like he was inside me with out going all the way. He started stroking faster and faster. I could feel his veins on his cock throbbing and new he was going to cum soon.

He let out a sweet grunt and blew his load into my hand and against my pussy. It was so warm and I could feel it slide around on my palm.

I wanted to leave him with an image he would wank over in years to come. I turned my head to the side and lifted my hand to my mouth and dripped some of his cum into my open mouth, licking my hand and lips.

“Oh My God!” He said between heavy breaths.

I pulled down my skirt and without looking back, walked deeper into the crowd in front of me. I was never going to see him again. But he would always remember this concert. I looked around and saw Jess a few meters to my right. I walked up behind her and gave her a hug from behind.

‘Thanks Jess.” I said. “This is just what I needed.”

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Thursday evening–

“If that sight isn’t enough to curdle your stomach, I don’t know what is,” Mr. Wallace Roberts, the loud, chunky purchasing rep for Llanfer Industries said as he sat directly across from Jon at a bar table in the hotel lounge. “Christ almighty!”

Jon Palmer turned to his right to look at whatever ungodly spectacle Wally the buyer referred to, and saw just another reason why he couldn’t stand spending time with Mr. Wallace Roberts. Six new people were about to check into the hotel at the front desk. Five of them were black.

When Jon had checked into the hotel, the sign on the exterior of the Hampton Inn read: “Welcome Cumberland Family Reunion.” He’d thought it was a nice touch considering the amount of money the hotel would pull in from such a painless gesture.

Wally continued to bitch. “The Cumberland -goddamned -Afro-fuckin’ American family reunion booked into a respectable hotel like the Hampton Inn and now this…this…shit!”

“What’s the matter, Mr. Roberts?”

“You color blind, Palmer?” Wallace Roberts replied. “Christ, take a closer look. Damn! This used to be such a decent place.”

Okay, what was Wally’s problem, this time? Then Jon finally saw it. It had been bad enough for Wallace to have to walk around a hotel lobby packed with dozens of African Americans gathered for the Cumberland family reunion without having this new twist being thrown into his face. Checking in were a large black man in his late thirties, a very attractive white woman who looked to be a touch older than her companion, and three mixed race children who appeared to be tending to a baby carrier with yet another biracial infant. No, technically the three kids were trying to pawn the baby off on each other while their parents checked into the hotel.

“If I’d known this kind of shit was going on, I’d’ve set our meeting at the Fairfield Inn across the highway.”

Jon smiled to himself. Cheers, Wally! he thought. Jon knew Roberts couldn’t stand watching the world around him change, and so he held onto every moment of Wallace Roberts’s discomfort like a sip of fine brandy.

A sales engineering representative, Jon Palmer sold industrial parts to those giant megalomaniacal multi-national corporations whose names most people don”t recognize, but who eventually own the little factories and distribution centers in all the Hicksvilles of the world. For years he not only had to put up with a lot of horseshit from their chief purchasing agent, he also had to wine and dine the son of a bitch with his own money. Tradition said Jon had to endure this fat, balding, chain-smoking, alcoholic, racist each time that he needed to make a sales call at Llanfer, and like all buyers, Wallace Roberts figured that it entitled him to be Wally, Lord High God Of The Unsigned Contract. Didn’t this drunken bastard ever go home to his wife?

“Yes, we have a reservation held for you from Kensington books, Ms. Kincaid, they’ve put you and your family into a double suite,” the desk clerk said.

Jon’s ears perked up at the sound of that name. Kincaid? It couldn”t be. The lady at the desk didn’t quite look like the picture he remembered seeing on the internet, but then again she was fully dressed. Then again, after a second look, there was no doubt in Jon”s mind that this might be just the woman he’d known for years as a cyber connection. To top it all off, this woman looked as if she’d just given birth to a baby a few months back, so the timetable concerning the infant carrier was right on. Holy shit.

“I’ve got to run to the men’s room, Mr. Roberts,” Jon said. “I’ll be right back.”

“‘Course you”ve gotta go,” Wally responded. “It’s enough to make any decent person puke. I’ll order us a couple of more drinks. You want a double””

“I’m fine,” Jon shook his head. “You go ahead and order.” Maybe with any luck, the ceiling over their table would fall and crush Wally to death while Jon was away. Thankfully there were restrooms just on the other side of lobby from the reception desk area, so Jon could keep an eye on the little group checking in and still stay out of Wally”s sight.

“Mommy!” A little girl about the age of ten with skin the color of dark mustard pulled on the white woman”s skirt. “I don’t want to watch Marcus any more–you watch him.”

“Mommy has to fill out the hotel register, sweetheart,” the blond lady said. “I can”t take him now.”

She wasn’t a natural blond, Jon could tell that by matching the coloring of her hair with that of her eyebrows and eye-lashes. Still her hair looked gorgeous, she must have gotten it done professionally within the last few days. Up close like this, he got a better look at that face–it had to be her. Okay the face was a bit more mature than the one he was used to seeing on his monitor, but she’d told him once that the shots over the had been taken over three years ago. Damn, she really was one very sexy broad.

“But I want to see the reunion!” the young girl cried ataşehir escort bayan out. “Are there any rides?”

“It’s not a carnival, ya dork,” the middle boy said. “It’s just a bunch of old people talking about who just died.”

“Damon!” the large black man spoke once. Jon smiled. You can always tell who’s the real disciplinarian in a family group.

But soon Jon’s eyes strayed back to the round hips, the curvy bottom, and those inviting legs of the woman trying to check in. By this time she was digging into her purse trying to locate something. Probably the license number of their vehicle, he thought. Her breasts strained against her blouse. It was true about nursing mothers, their breast did expand proportionately to their milk supply. He fought an impulse back to breathe a little harder and a little heavier. She had to put glasses on to read the numbers off her license. I didn”t know she wore glasses, he thought.

“Then let’s go to our room,” the honey-colored little girl said. “We can wait for mommy there.”

“We don’t have a room yet, Trini,” the black man said. “That’s why we’re still here.” Then with a huge sigh, he reached for the carrier. “Here, I’ll take the baby for a while. You three relax–quietly.”

“Dad,” the boy named Damon asked his father. “What are we going to do first?”

“I’m going to see if there’s a children”s slave market here in the hotel, so I can have all of you appraised for sale.”

The young man rolled his eyes as if he’d heard that line dozens of times before.

“Mommy,” the little girl sudden whined. “Daddy’s going to sell us.”

“Probably not until after the reunion, sweetheart,” the blond replied. “He doesn’t want to upset his Great Aunt Hallie before her birthday celebration.”

“Who are you kidding?” the black man said as he picked up the infant carrier. “Once I married a white woman, I was written right out of her will.”

“Palmer, Jon Palmer!” An unexpected voice caught Jon by surprise. Christ no, Wally! Not now.

Carefully the woman checking in at the front desk turned toward Jon, caught him staring at her and held his eyes directly for a split second. A little kiss, a little tongue, a whiff of me to turn you on. She smiled at him. Now there was absolutely no doubt in Jon”s mind. In a millisecond, her eyes told him that the name “Jon Palmer” had a very specific meaning for her as well.

“You okay, boy?” Wally called out as he closed the distance between them. “Thought you got lost in the john, Jon!”

Funny man. Jon hadn”t heard that one before–not in the last ten minutes anyway. Jon didn”t want to take his eyes off her face, as he was certain she”d evaporate into the evening like a phantom. “I…I thought I’d…uhh…check to see if I had any messages, Mr. Roberts.”

“You do that boy. I gotta use the can, and then I”d better get outta here. The little woman’s probably holding dinner for me. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Then Wally stuck his nasty breath in really close to Jon’s face so that nobody would hear the words that everybody knew he was going to say. “Far away from all these fuckin’ nig….”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Roberts,” Jon cut him off. “You..uhh..you drive safely.” Better yet, wrap your car around a tree.

“May I help you, sir?” A desk attendant asked Jon politely.

He tried to be casual as he stood as closely as he could to Ms. Kincaid, but Jon felt as if he was shouting. “Are there any messages for Jon Palmer– room 419?”

The woman in question glanced toward him once, and then turning back toward her family, she announced: “Okay gang, we”re in suite 353.”

“Mommy what’s a sweet?” her daughter asked.

“You are, Trini,” she bent down and hugged her little girl close to her. Then, she moved from son to son and finally to her husband throwing her arms around each of them in turn just like Dorothy saying goodbye to all of her friends at the end of the Wizard of Oz. “My very first book signing at a national bookstore–Schuler’s Books, here we come.”

“Sir?” Fascinated by the scene before him, it took Jon a moment to realize that the desk clerk”s voice had been directed toward him. “Sir? There aren’t any messages, Mr. Palmer.”

Nodding, he thanked her. Jon slowly turned to watch the family of five and walk out to their car in order to park closer to suite 353. Well to be totally honest, Jon watched the mother’s walk far more than anyone else. Suddenly he turned to the desk clerk and asked a question he’d never expected to ask.

“Listen I’m not absolutely certain my business is going to be completed by tomorrow. May I keep my room for two more nights?”

Friday noon–naturally Wally didn’t want to meet at the Hampton Inn. Jon, on the other hand, didn’t want to leave the hotel at all.

The news at lunch had all the makings of a fiscal disaster thriller novel according to Wally Roberts. He’d let it slip purposely that Invisible Multinational Limited had escort kadıköy been making under the table threats of a hostile takeover, while Gobbledy-Gook Incorporated had stolen all their regular customers away. Now the boys upstairs told him that the banks had tied everybody’s hands when it came to what the company could afford, and, anyway he thinks out loud that he can get a better price from Lying-Cheating Supply Company. Before Wally dished out any more horseshit on a serving plate, Jon informed him that he wouldn’t be dining on it any more.

“You know, Wally, that’s probably true, you pea-brained, son-of-a-bitch,” Jon interrupted him. “You can get a better price from Lying-Cheating Electronics.”

“What did you just call me?” Roberts’s face reddened.

Jon ignored his question. “Lying-Cheating Electronics probably will give you a cheaper price than we would. And for the first two or three shipments you might get as much as forty percent of your components actually made to standards and specifications. But as you’ll be shipping one-hundred percent product, you’ll be delivering inferior quality merchandise to all your major customers.”

“What did you call me?”

“That ought to put you in rock solid with the board.” Jon threw his napkin down on his plate. “At least, it’ll give the boys upstairs an easy scapegoat to target when all hell finally does break loose and you finally give up your last customer.” Jon stood up at the table.

“Where do you think you”re going?”

“I’m going to settle the bill,” Jon answered. “Go ahead and order another double. I’m going to try to catch an earlier flight home. I can’t believe how much of my life I’ve wasted trying to appease jerks like you.”

“Palmer, I”ll have your job and then I’ll have your ass!”

“You wouldn’t want my job, Wally,” Jon told him. “You’d spend way too much time dealing with mirror images of yourself, and, as for my ass, it doesn’t surprise me at all that you swing that way, Wally. No wonder you never want to go home to your wife.”

And that was that. Jon walked away knowing he’d have to face both his immediate boss and the national sales manager on Monday morning, but he felt so damn–free. Besides, he found out that purple veins actually improved the looks of some people”

Three-thirty o’clock that afternoon–

After lunch he”d returned to the hotel. Out of a combination of hope and curiosity, Jon asked at the front desk if he had any messages.

“Yes, Mr. Palmer, you have this one,” she handed him a small note hand written on room stationery: “JayPee–If you are whom I think you are, meet us in the bar for a drink at about 7:00pm. A little song, a little dance, but that ain”t seltzer down your pants. Lyssa.”

He read the note over and over again although his eyes kept stopping on the word: “us.” Us? But in spite of that, Jon dashed up to his room to change his clothes. Maybe he should slip into something more comfortable. Oh, yeah. Right.

By early evening, the Cumberland family reunion appeared to be in full swing in the reception hall adjacent to the lounge. There had to be half a dozen tables full of food and punch and appetizers and a quite few homemade soul food delights spread out on various tables. Reluctantly bypassing the food tables–if only he could pass for cousin Jon Cumberland–he made his way into the dimly lit bar and looked around.

All Jon could see of “us” was Ulyssa’s husband sitting at the bar, looking for all the world as if he was on the Titanic watching the last of the lifeboats launch without him.

“I see you’ve walked away from all the racket in there,” Jon gestured toward the banquet room. “You look like somebody should buy you a drink.”

“Can’t.” The black man shook his head. “Medication.”

“Bummer,” Jon replied. “Want some iced tea?”

“If you’re buying, I certainly won’t refuse.”

Jon stuck out his right hand. “I’m Jon Palmer.”

“Oh, JayPee!” the big African American man looked him up and down. Jon sensed a large dose of disapproval in the other man”s eyes. Finally he took Jon”s hand. “Perry Cumberland.”

“Ah, of the Cumberland family reunion, I take it,” Jon replied.

“We’re hard to miss. We’ve kind of inundated this hotel. All the white folk are getting real nervous, going out to the parking lot in groups of four and holding their purses a little closer,” Perry said. “And that’s just the men.”

“I know,” Jon laughed. “Somebody took me aside to warn me not to get on the elevators alone.”

“For the most part the hotel staff is handling it fairly well.”

Once their drinks arrived, Jon paid immediately. “I couldn’t help noticing your wife yesterday…,” Jon began trying not to let his interest show too much.

“No, I suppose you couldn’t. If there’s one thing about Ulyssa, she makes sure she gets noticed.” Perry took a sip of his iced tea. “Besides, there’s nothing quite like a white skinned bleached-blond traipsing bostancı escort around at a black family reunion to draw attention to oneself.”

“Ulyssa. That’s certainly a unique name.”

“She’s a unique lady,” Perry said. “Bull-headed, self-absorbed, a world-class fight starter with a vicious streak half a mile wide. But she can make the sunrise glow warmly with one loving look, or make a breeze blow gently over fragrant flowers with a whisper.”

“Spoken like a man who’s deeply in love.”

“Yeah, well,” Perry chuckled and then said. “Lyssa can coax an otherwise sane man into rash impulsive acts which no randy bastard dog can resist, but no card carrying bachelor should ever consider.”

“What”s that?”

“Fatherhood.” Perry took a sip of his iced tea. “Lord almighty, can that woman make babies.”

It was Jon”s turn to laugh. “How many children do you have?”

“A boy eleven, a girl eight, and baby boy born just a few months ago. Lyss has a thirteen year old boy from a previous…encounter.”

“Oh, uhh…congratulations on the baby.”

Perry grinned. “Thanks. I know you saw how appealing she looks in those clothes she wore last night. I saw you checking her out while we checked in.”

“Whoa, umm…sorry.” Jon blushed. “She’s hard to miss.”

“You can say that again,” Perry replied. “Hell, four children or not, the effect is even more electrifying when her clothes are off.”

Jon almost choked on his drink. “Really””

“Oh yeah,” he said. “She’s something else.”

“Whew!” Jon blew out a small whistle. “I’d say you’re a very lucky man.”

“Hah! If you only knew how many people have told me that.”

“Since it seems to be true, what’s got you so down””

“We came down from Michigan for my family reunion and her publisher arranged a booksigning here, so we could write the whole trip off.” Perry stopped, and then sighed. “But now I can’t help thinking she might be meeting someone here.”

Certain that Perry had heard his heart pound right through his dress shirt and blazer, Jon sat straight up in his chair. “What?”

Seeing Jon”s discomfort, Perry laughed. “Not you. She told me that your meeting here was pure serendipity. I think she just wants the three of us to pal around and get good and drunk.”

“Could you possibly help me get some of that food from the reunion?” Jon asked as a wave of relief passed over him. “That delicious odor is driving me crazy.”

“Sure, c’mon.” Perry gestured. “Well tell them you’re Lyssa’s cousin Jon.” Didn”t the man just say something about serendipity”

About ten minutes later, Perry watched Jon wolf down a plate which had been piled unbelievably high. Even though he’d taken only a single spoonful of each dish, there were just so many exciting dishes available that Jon couldn’t help himself.

Jon thought he”d take a chance and pursue the opening that Perry had given him earlier. “What makes you think Ulyssa”s seeing anybody down here?”

“Oh, it’s happened before, but it’s been so long ago that I put it out of my mind, and now–Bang!–it’s blowing up in my face all over again,” he sighed. “The return of Little Miss Pollock!”

“Who?”

“The thing is, I knew that about her when I married her,” Perry said. “I mean, basically that’s how we met.”

“What’s how you met?”

“Little Miss Pollock,” Perry laughed. “There were three of us the first time I…I met her…Carlton, Franklin, and me.” He let his end of the conversation slide to a halt for a long time, then he said. “Ulyssa was Carlton’s candidate for Little Miss Pollock on an October night probably a dozen years back.”

“Little Miss Pollock?” Jon echoed.

“Later.” Perry waved away the question with his hand. “Carlton was always so full of little surprises. If he couldn’t play one end against the middle, he wasn’t satisfied. So he had this plan to get this high school kid laid by a white woman that night, and I happened to be the…the designated driver, so to speak. So I was automatically in for the duration no matter what happened.”

“A high school kid?” Jon couldn”t help commenting.

“He wasn’t a minor or anything,” Perry replied. “But, like I said, Carlton always had an angle.”

As fascinated as Jon felt about learning more about the elusive Ms. Kincaid, he found it embarrassingly difficult to listen to Perry mutter little anecdotes concerning Ulyssa”s previous sexual activities. Jon wasn’t sure if he felt protective of Lyssa or if he was just surprised that a woman might be trash-mouthed by her own husband, but the whole conversation was causing an involuntary reaction down where his briefs tugged at the zipper of his slacks.

And what the hell was a Little Miss Pollock?

“I guess I’ll have to tell you.” Perry laughed out loud. “As the meat and seafood manager of a small chain of grocery stores, I’d be the best person to ask.”

Oh no, Jon thought. I must have complained out loud!

“A pollock is a bottom feeder fish,” Perry continued. “Sort of an ocean going catfish. It eats what it must to survive, is pretty cheap to purchase, and it also has a very strong fishy smell.”

“I guess I still don’t get the connection,” Jon replied.

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