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Abby Spencer hated everything about Brody Stone, from his dumb crew cut, to his heavily tattooed arms, to his ludicrous name. “Brody Stone” she jeered to her friend, Kris. They were standing outside the Thirsty Moose, trying not to freeze to death as Kris took a last drag off her cigarette. Abby’s shift was about to start and she was dreading spending another night working alongside the ill-tempered bartender.

“He’s not THAT bad” heartened Kris, stamping out her cigarette. Although her face said otherwise, as she spied him through the frosty windows. “My shift at Basil’s is over, I’m gonna get home before this storm hits. Hang in there Abby, stay warm.”

The Thirsty Moose Tavern was one of the few old-town, hold-outs in this ever changing, tourist trap of a ski village. Abby remembered coming here as a kid, after ski lessons, for hot chocolate. The place hadn’t changed much, and neither had Brody. The tattoos were new, to her at least, but not the attitude. When they were in grade school he would pull her hair and call her “Crabby Abby”. When they got to high school he shortened it, skillfully, to “Crabs” and took to snapping her bra strap. Due to the special torture of alphabetical seating charts, he always seemed to be near her. Abby went off to college and tried to forget about Brody Stone and this town, and the way it always made her feel like an outsider.

As anticipated by her perpetually disappointed parents, Abby’s Bachelor’s degree in Anthropology had not yet translated into the exciting career she had hoped for. So, instead of digging up valuable artifacts, or even working in a museum, she found herself back here, shoveling snow and working as a waitress. When she took this job, over a week ago, she had no idea Brody worked here, or that he’d be the one “training” her. She took a deep breath and tugged on the door.

“It’s about time Crabs,” chided Brody with irritating predictability as he tugged on the beer tap. “You got something against being on time?”

“Jesus Brody, it’s 2 minutes after 7:00 and I could see from outside we’ve only got three customers.” Abby lamented, “Everyone is packing it in because of the storm. Why the hell is Chuck even making us work? Let alone both of us?”

“HA!” Snickered Brody, “Don’t you know anything about this town, Crabs? We don’t shut down when it snows, that’s when we party the hardest.”

“Riight, well, I dunno if you watch the news Brody,” Abby snubbed, as she stomped snow off her boots and hung up her parka and scarf, “but this is going to be snow, ice and wind like we haven’t seen in years. Not to mention temperatures well below freezing. It’s not really party weather.” Brody just shook his head and rolled his eyes dismissively.

“I’ll party with you,” slurred a very inebriated snowboarder from the corner. “Thanks hun,” Abby feigned “but I’m on duty.” She tied up her strawberry blonde hair and started wiping down tables. “Jesus Brody,” she retaliated, “You got something against cleaning? Why is everything such a mess?”

“Listen Crabs, this place has been bursting at the seams since the lifts closed, you just missed the rush. The lunch shift has gone home and the dinner shift isn’t here yet. What’s the matter, you too good for cleaning?” It was Abby’s turn to roll her eyes dismissively.

The drunk snowboarder and his buddy ordered another round and Abby continued clearing and wiping, hoping Chuck would come to his senses and send them home soon. She leaned over a booth to reach some dirty mugs and felt a hand on her ass. Recoiling, she spun around to find their 3rd customer, an old townie who had been lurking in the corner, staring at her menacingly. “Do that again and I’ll cut it off.” She threatened, brandishing a dirty knife from the bussing tray at him. He put his hands up in mock innocence and she moved behind the bar. Of course Brody had disappeared into the back. Useless.

One of the snowboarders was laughing hysterically as the other staggered toward the men’s room. He was only half-way there when he doubled over. Vomit splattered everywhere and his friend’s cackling multiplied exponentially.

“BRODY!!” Abby bellowed, as she filled a bucket with soapy water.

“WHAT!?” he barked, punching through the double doors from the back.

“Can you please call these two an Uber, or do SOMETHING useful?” she berated, jabbing her thumb toward the men’s room, “This one just ralphed and I have to go clean it up before the smell gets any worse.”

“Fucking Christ,” Brody winced, punching instructions on his cell phone and directing the snowboarders through the front door, “C’mon boys, party’s over.”

Dawning rubber gloves, Abby started mopping up the disgusting slurry, trying not to wretch. She hauled the sloshing bucket down the hall, into the women’s restroom and flushed the contents down the toilet. She was rinsing everything in the sink, listening to the wind howl, when the lights flickered and went out. Fucking power outage, awesome, maybe we can go home now, she thought.

She pushed the Şerifali Escort bathroom door open and stepped into the inky blackness of the narrow hallway, trying to inch her way to the front of the tavern, where there would be some light from the fireplace at least. She heard the floor creak in front of her and caught a sour whiff of hot breath before a hand closed around her throat and pinned her to the wall. “C’mon shortcake,” rasped the sour breath, “Show me what’s under that little skirt.” She felt another hand moving up her cable-knit tights and swiftly hoisted a knee upward, into his groin. He faltered and she ran through the darkness, colliding with something solid, just as a bright light filled her straining pupils and re-blinded her.

“What the fuck!?” Brody demanded, perturbed.

“Jesus Brody, you really are fucking useless.” She cried, pushing the flashlight out of her eyes and toward the bathrooms. “That old pervert just tried to violate me in the hallway, so excuse the fuck out of me.”

Brody’s naturally mean face got even meaner as he shoved the flashlight at her, stepping toward the crumpled body on the floor and gripping it by the shoulders. “Get up asshole,” Brody barked, pushing the man down the hall “I’m calling the cops, and you’re never setting foot in here again, or I’ll kill you myself.” Abby listened to them struggle their way through the tavern and felt the cold rush of air as Brody shoved him out the door, locking it behind him. Abby was still frozen to the same spot, holding the flashlight to her heaving chest. “You ok Crabs?” asked Brody.

“No Brody, I’m not fucking ok, you asshole.” She was crying, fucking crying in front of Brody Stone. Goddamnit.

“What the fuck did I do?” Brody challenged, as Abby put on her coat. She couldn’t stand being his whipping girl for one more second, she had to get away from him. “I’m going home Brody, can you please let me the fuck out of here?” Brody hesitated, “Don’t you think you should wait until..”

“Jesus Brody, Let me OUT!” Abby interrupted. Brody unlocked the door and moved aside as Abby trudged out into the blizzard. Conditions had gotten much worse since she arrived an hour ago. The biting wind stole the breath right out of her lungs as she tried to make her way up the hill, to the lot where she left her Subaru. The sidewalk was already slick with ice. Crystalized snow was flying sideways into her eyes, stinging her face. She thought she heard, or maybe sensed someone following her as a particularly forceful gust knocked her off balance and she hit the slippery cement hard. She was trying to catch her breath when a pair of strong hands gripped her from behind and she rolled over and kicked hard, aiming for his balls again. He was too quick for her this time, so she screamed, only to be drowned out by Brody’s roar “CRABS!!!”

“Jesus Christ Crabs.” Brody insisted, “This is fucking crazy, It’s bad out here and that asshole could still be lurking around. Come back inside so we can figure this out.” Abby was disheartened to find that she didn’t have a better idea.

Brody put some more wood in the big, rustic fireplace that served as the centerpiece of the tavern’s layout and he found a kerosene lamp somewhere in storage, depositing it on the bar. Abby sat, dejected on the wide, squashy, leather sofa that faced the fire, trying to get warm and wishing she could be anywhere else tonight. They had already called the police, and given them her attacker’s description, Brody even gave them the man’s name, apparently he was a regular. The officer on the phone suggested they come down to make their statements tomorrow, when conditions would be safer. Snow was piling up quickly now, on top of the coating of ice, and Abby began to realize they really were stuck here together, maybe for the whole night.

After he turned all the faucets on to drip so they wouldn’t freeze over, Brody sat down next to her with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He poured and she accepted a glass, studying the way the flames danced through the amber liquid before downing it all in one gulp. “Jesus Crabs, slow down.”

“Stop fucking calling me that Brody!” Abby screeched, “Why are you always so fucking mean to me?!”

“ME?!” protested Brody, “You’re no picnic yourself Cra… Abby.”

“Oh really, and when we were seven, what was your excuse then?” she demanded.

” ‘Grody Brody’ was no picnic either, Abby, or don’t you remember inventing that little gem?” She had forgotten that actually, and it made her cheeks burn a little, before she remembered what a creep he had always been to her. “Yeah, well, you did plenty to deserve it.”

“Probably,” he admitted, taking a swig, “but you were always so damn full of yourself, acting better than everyone else. I couldn’t help wanting to bring you down to earth.”

“Fuck off Brody.”

“Jesus, you’re a pain in the ass.” Brody protested, “You fucking asked!” Brody got up and moved to a table between the fireplace and the bar, leaving the whiskey bottle next to Abby. İstanbul Escort She took off her boots, placing them by the fire and stared out the rattling windows at the blizzard, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

“Look, Abby, I didn’t realize the name bothered you that much, I thought it was like, our thing, ok?” Abby turned on him “Our thing?! Jesus Brody, we don’t have a ‘THING’ ok? Our only thing is that you’re an asshole.”

“Right,” followed Brody, sipping his drink “and you’re a perfect little princess.” Abby poured herself another glass of whiskey, scoffing, “I’m not the one who was always pulling your hair or making fun of your clothes.”

“No,” Brody agreed, “You were too busy holding your nose for your friends when I walked by, and snickering every time I got an answer wrong,” He downed what was left of his drink, adding “which was pretty often.”

They both sat quietly for a few minutes, and just as Abby was starting to think he might have some semblance of a point, Brody started up again. “Why are you always so uptight Abby? If we’re gonna be stuck here all night, I gotta know. Is that stick up your ass permanent, or can it be removed?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” challenged Abby, pacing now.

“Just like, are you always, like this?” He stood and gesticulated at her stiff, pacing body, “Do you even know how to relax and have fun?”

“Gee, I dunno Brody,” Abby spat “Why don’t you teach me since you’re such an expert.”

“I could you know,” offered Brody, looking her up and down.

“In your fucking dreams asshole.” Abby could not believe she was even having this conversation with Brody fucking Stone.

“Right,” nodded Brody, “I forgot, Abigail Spencer is too good for that sort of thing. She would never lower herself to such filth.”

“You don’t know anything about me!” Abby protested, “You just want to get your rocks off.”

“So what if I do?” countered Brody, “What’s wrong with that? Trust me Abby, your rocks could use some getting off.” Now he was pacing. “What’s the matter with that pretty-boy, Olympian of yours? What’s his name? Jonas? Doesn’t he know how to show you a good time, or are you just too damn frigid for everybody?”

Abby felt like she’d been punched in the gut. Everyone knew that she and Jonas Blake dated in high school, and had another fling before he left last week to train for the Slaloms. Now he was off doing what he loved most, which it turns out, was other Olympians. The tabloids caught him in a rather steamy kiss with Greta Johansson, Sweden’s freestyle hopeful.

“That was a low blow, even for you, Brody. What’s the problem?” She was gesticulating at him now. “This whole inked-up thug thing not working out for you?

The ladies don’t flock to this,” she gestured at his ripped up jeans and tight tee shirt, “what is this? A dumbass uniform?”

“Jesus Abby,” Brody laughed, “you are so fucking judgmental. You could use a bit of ‘inked up thug’ to spice up your boring, predictable, entitled little tightass routine.”

Now Abby was laughing. “Riiight, and you are just the stud to show me what I’ve been missing.”

“I could be.” Brody cocked one of his stupid eyebrows “If you weren’t such a pain in the ass. But I think you may be beyond help.”

“Are you serious right now?” Abby protested, sitting on one of the rustic, wooden tables “You bully me relentlessly for years, and now, what? You think you can bully me into spreading my legs for you? Because why? Because we’re stuck here and you figure this is your shot?”

“Bully YOU?” Brody stood, leaning against the fireplace, shaking his head in frustration. “That’s rich Abby. At least I have the balls to admit we have a ‘thing’. You are so far in denial you won’t even let yourself feel what I see on your face every day.”

Abby was dumbfounded and uncharacteristically speechless. A blizzard was swirling around inside her head now. A wintry mix of conflicting emotions and impossible realizations brewed as she sat, staring agape at Brody Stone’s husky form, listening to the wind howl and the fire crackle.

“Fuck it.” loosed Brody as he sprung forward, closing the distance between them almost instantly and encasing her bewildered mouth with his firm lips. All the dormant electricity from the power outage seemed to spark back to life inside of Abby’s body and she found, much to her dismay, that she was kissing Brody fucking Stone, hungrily. One of his large hands was tangled in her hair, the other sliding down her back, onto her hip. It felt outlandish and surprisingly natural at the same time. Finally, Brody’s traveling hands gripped the edges of the table, flanking her, and he broke the kiss. His forehead was still pressed to hers and his smouldering eyes were searching her for a reaction to his bold, risky move.

All she could seem to do was pant and stare back. She was caught off guard by this wave of unexpected feelings. Before she could process the conflicted state of her mind and body, Brody pinched the cable knit Ümraniye Escort tights that encased her thighs and snapped them, much as he used to snap her bra strap in school. “Can these be removed?” he chided, with a grin, “or are they a permanent part of your tightass uniform?”

Abby couldn’t decide if she was more angry or turned on. She pushed him hard in the chest and he staggered backward. She enjoyed the look of failure on his face for a moment as she stood, glaring at him through narrowed eyes. A crooked smile started forming on Brody’s face, as turned-on won out, and Abby reached underneath her chunky sweater, hooking her thumbs under the top of her tights, pulling them, and her skirt down together. Brody reminded her of one of those snorting, cartoon bulls, getting ready to charge the matador as she tossed her shedded coverings aside, resisting the urge to call out “Ole!” and trying to comprehend this whole, ridiculous situation.

Charge he did, “You’re in trouble now, princess,” he grinned, as he pushed her back up onto the heavy table, spreading her legs and invading the now unprotected space between them with his meaty fingers. Abby was shocked to find her legs and arms wrapped around him so willingly, as if this wasn’t completely insane.

Goddamnit, he was good at this. Fuck. His brusk, invasive movements were just like him, defiant and demanding. Abby felt almost completely absorbed by him, her body simply melting into his rhythm, his fingers, his mouth. Everything else just disappeared and she found she was making noises she didn’t mean to make. She could feel the hint of an orgasm forming already.

Brody slowed down. “Oh no… Uh-ah, no way,” he shook his head, ” you’re not getting off that easy.” He backed off her, leaving her panting again. “This isn’t a charity ya know, you’re gonna have to put in some effort too.”

“What the fuck Brody, can’t you even fuck without being an asshole?” “Nice mouth you got there princess,” He challenged with a diabolical grin, “is it good for anything other than trash talk?” He put the two fingers that had just been between her legs in his mouth, locking eyes with her as he sampled her juices. It took a great deal of self control for Abby not to hurl yet another “fuck you” at him, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Even stranger, she was beginning to understand, even enjoy this game, this thing, whatever it was. To her surprise, she realized, she really did want to use her mouth to show Brody just how wrong he was about her. “Take off those ridiculous pants.” she commanded, hoping down off the table.

“Anything you say princess.” Brody unbuckled his thick, black leather belt and stepped out of his torn up jeans. He wasn’t even wearing underwear. Of course, Abby noted, rolling her eyes as she prowled, pantless, in nothing but her slouchy sweater. He took off his tee shirt too, just for good measure and she tried not to roll her eyes at the jumbled tapestry of colorful, intertwined markings all over his brawny chest. He was so not her type, but her body, strangely, yearned to be connected to his once again.

She closed in on him, “Sit,” she directed, pushing him down into the sofa. It was her turn to push his legs apart and infiltrate. She started with her hands, kneading his balls and taking measure of his cock from up close. It looked a lot like him, thick, stocky and dangerous. She was eager to tame it.

Brody looked a bit awestruck as she took the solid head in her mouth and explored it thoroughly with her tongue. He can’t believe this is happening either, she thought, as she kept eye contact. Even though she was on her knees, she felt immensely powerful. She had always enjoyed giving head. She engulfed him, slowly at first, then faster, showing him how she could take him deep into her throat. He stiffened even more, gripping the couch cushions. She worked up and down, swirling her tongue as she went and loving that she could make him shudder so easily. She felt an odd enjoyment at the way her jaw was beginning to ache from being stretched by the thickness of him.

He wrapped his hands around her head and started pushing back with true need. she relaxed her throat and allowed him to fuck her mouth at his own rhythm until he started making noises she suspected he wasn’t meaning to make, and then she slowly pushed off of him. “Uh-ah, no way, you’re not getting off that easy.” she chided. “I thought you were supposed to rock my world Brody, not the other way around.”

“Get up.” he snarled, yanking her sweater over her head as they stood up. He reached around and unceremoniously released her bra, yanking it off as well. Abby maintained the challenge in her eyes and her stance through all of it, but internally, she could not quite believe she was allowing herself to be this vulnerable, or this naked in front of this particular man. Still breathing heavily, Brody looked her over sweepingly, animalistically. “Jonas Blake is a fucking cunt” He noted, before tossing her onto the couch.

Abby appreciated that Brody meant that remark to be some sort of compliment, and she was thankful, on a certain level, but she couldn’t resist the opening he had left her. “Nice mouth you’ve got there Brody,” She grinned, “is it good for anything other than trash talk?”

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This chapter of Spy Games coincides with chapters 13 and 14 of Real Estate Games and Chapters one through five of Realtor Revenge.

***

Spy Games

Chapter 14

An hour after discussing the business of our day, I was preparing dinner while Sixty-nine was at her computer doing whatever it was she did. I had just put a rice and bean casserole in the oven and was working on a green garden salad when Sixty-nine joined me the kitchen.

“I finished recording the day’s contracts,” she said. “Would you mind if I poured myself a glass of wine?”

“Just because I cook for you doesn’t mean I’m your mother. And even though you think I’m old enough, I’m also not your father. If you want a glass of wine, pour yourself a glass of wine. You don’t need my permission.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry to disturb you.”

For some odd reason, hearing Sixty-nine apologize yet again pissed me off.

***

Before I continue, a little context seems appropriate.

A professional boxer will throw hundreds of punches a day to maintain his form and then run or skip rope for hours to maintain his stamina. Even if he has already faced and beaten several dozen opponents in his career, he will still spar with a variety of other boxers to ensure he can defeat whatever new kind of defense a future opponent might use.

At that point in my life, I had seduced an untold number of women and had never failed. But, just like the championship boxer, I had to continuously work to improve my skills and maintain my stamina. At Mrs. Bancroft’s suggestion, I tried to please at least three or four different women every week and, whenever possible, seek out the unusual … the girl who didn’t arch her back and scream with pleasure three minutes after I licked her clit.

My point is, I’d already been with three other women that day and didn’t need Sixty-nine’s body for sexual release. But the girl had an annoying habit of apologizing every fifteen minutes and I was determined to break her of it.

That, and I was curious, from a professional perspective. Two nights ago, when she asked me to bring her to her first orgasm, I brought the fledgling spy to the edge by exercising her myriad erogenous zones and then sent her over the top by paddling her ass. I wondered if the reverse would work.

***

I gave Sixty-nine a forceful swat on the ass as she passed me on her way to the wine cabinet.

“What was that for,” she asked.

“For apologizing. I told you to quit.”

“I’m sorry Agent Alpha, I promise to never do it again.” The glint in her eye let me know I was being set up.

I grabbed the young lady by the hand and bent her over the kitchen counter.

“I’ve also warned you about not using my cover name,” I said as I delivered another open hand spanking. “You are to call me Mark or Mr. Seiman for the duration of this mission.”

Whack.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Agent Alpha. I’m sorry if I angered you.”

Another apology. Game on. The girl wanted to be spanked and I was the man to do it.

“Lift up your dress,” I ordered.

She complied to reveal a completely bare bottom.

Whack.

“Looks like you forgot to put your undies on this morning.”

Whack.

“I’m sorry sir, I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

Whack.

“Did you also forget to wear a bra?”

Whack.

“No sir. I’ve got a bra on.”

Whack.

“Take it off, along with your blouse.”

She stood up and, with trembling fingers, removed her blouse and bra … revealing well shaped C cup breasts that rode high on her chest. She pitched her upper garments to the floor and, without me asking, resumed her position, bent over the counter while pulling her dress back up to her waist.

I continued to work on her ass, trying to evenly spread the punishment over the broad expanse of flesh, until both cheeks were a cherry red. Her yelps of anguish, when I began the seduction, soon turned to grunts of acceptance as each successive blow raised her discomfort level, and eventually transitioned to moans of desire when she crossed over the pain/pleasure threshold.

I stopped for a moment, to give my arm and her ass a much-deserved rest and slid my finger along her exposed slit. She was ready. Her outer lips had pulled back. Her inner core was dripping lady lube down her thighs. Her clit was exposed to the open air as if looking for something, anything, to push her over the edge. Honoring my promise to not put my cock inside of the Ball Busting Bitch’s newest agent, I was about to slide two fingers into her inviting and well-prepared hole when something else caught my eye.

Before I was interrupted, I was preparing a salad. I had the lettuce, radishes, onions and tomatoes lined up on the counter less than a foot from where Sixty-nine’s boobs were squished against the granite surface. The last item for my salad, which I had originally planned to thin slice, was a cucumber.

I Anadolu Yakası Escort don’t claim to be a cucumber expert … don’t know if it is a fruit, vegetable or alien artifact. However, I did know it was stiff and cylindrical with a curved head on one end. The cucumber in question was about ten inches long, maybe an inch and a half thick and had a slight bend to it.

Sixty-nine gasped when I slid the length of the cucumber along her dripping slit. But the more I pressed it up against her wanton crease the more receptive she became. Not wanting to shove a foreign object into the woman without her knowing what it was, I tickled her clit with it for a few minutes and then held it in front of her.

“You’re going to put that inside me?” she asked.

“Only if you want me to.”

“I’m afraid it might hurt.”

“I promise to take it slow.”

“Can we do something to make it slippery?”

“I don’t see why not. Have you ever given a man a blow job?”

“No, but if I’m going to be a spy, I should probably learn.”

I was damn near positive that oral sex was not a required skill for a Company agent. But when Sixty-nine took the cucumber from my hands and started licking the shaft, I thought it best to not correct her. And when she shoved a good five inches of the gourd into her mouth, I did what I thought appropriate at the time … which was sucking one of her breasts into my mouth while tweaking the opposite nipple between thumb and fore finger. I nibbled on her nip for a minute or two and then removed the now saliva-soaked cucumber from her mouth and placed it at her other entrance.

“Be gentle please,” she said as I poked the first inch of the green phallus into her pussy.

This was a first for me. Never before had I used an artificial penis to pleasure a woman. And why should I when I had the real thing permanently attached? Yes, I had gotten quite a few women off with my fingers and tongue but, just like my cock, when those personal appendages were inside a woman, I could feel what her pussy was doing and knew when to pause, when to temporarily retreat and when to plunge onward. Not so with the cucumber. The inanimate object provided no tactile feedback. So, I looked for other, more subtle cues to measure my progress. Like the tension in her tummy muscles, the grip of her hand against my arm, the slant of her eyebrows.

Her yelling “push it in deeper, I can take it,” also helped guide my hand.

Another thing I didn’t like about the cucumber was that I had to keep my hand on it to make it functional. Not that Sixty-nine seemed to mind. She came with an explosive release not five minutes after I started pumping the false cock into her under-educated pussy … with several smaller orgasms following shortly thereafter. Which was the problem … If I had truly been fucking the girl, I could have prolonged the inevitable and, with use of both hands, enhanced the result. Or, to put it more succinctly, when we were done, the girl was still conscious. That wouldn’t have happened if the BBB hadn’t put my cock on house-arrest when Sixty-nine was concerned.

Never-the-less, I learned a few things about my young protegee, and we were done before the casserole was ready to come out of the oven.

***

Flanagan came home just before midnight. He didn’t seem a bit surprised when Sixty-nine showed him the video of the morning meeting between Raven Hardwood and Mayor Stuffit.

“The first favor Raven asked of me was to keep an eye on Janis Moorehead,” Flanagan said. “At first, I thought it was a business thing, seeing that the two women are far and away the two top realtors in town. But hearing what she asked of the mayor, wanting Janis killed, goes far beyond a little unfriendly competition. Raven is dead serious about this. We just spent most of the day getting blackmail material on one of the city council members.”

“Which one?” I asked.

“Today’s target was Casey Green. He’s a middle-aged asshole that inherited a good-sized fortune and spends it seducing underaged girls by promising acting roles in his local theatre.”

“Does she have plans to blackmail any of the others?” I asked.

“Best I can tell, she plans to blackmail the entire council. And I volunteered to help her.”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Unrestricted access to her body whenever I want and the Chief of Police job when she takes over the town.”

“Free sex and a promotion. Not bad for a few days of skullduggery. What happens once you’ve got sufficient dirt on the entire council?”

“Well … if we can believe what she and the mayor talked about this morning, she gets the city council to do away with Janis which makes her the logical choice to work with you. With the number of houses you plan to buy and sell, Raven is looking at a seven figure paycheck in the not so distant future … if she can eliminate her competition.”

“True, but I already told Raven that I planned to fire Janis and hire her. Why would Pendik Escort she still want Janis dead?”

“Did I mention that the two women hate each other?”

“Two birds with one stone? Get rid of your primary business competitor and your worst enemy at the same time?”

“That’s how I see it,” Flanagan said.

“Possible, but I still don’t see the entire council agreeing to murder an innocent woman, even if they are being blackmailed.”

“Unless — and this is the genius part of Raven’s plan — unless they think Janis isn’t so innocent. If the council thinks Janis is the one blackmailing them, they might not be so hesitant to get rid of her.”

***

The next seven days were jam packed with fun and intrigue.

With Janis Moorehead’s able assistance, I bought a dozen Merryville houses and, in the process, sampled the charms of an equal number of the town’s most desirable female homeowners. And that was my day job. When I wasn’t enjoying the pleasure of Miss Moorehead’s companionship or her client’s bodies, I helped Sixty-nine explore the razor thin boundary between pain and pleasure. My masochistically inclined intern purposely gave me a nightly excuse to punish her, usually within ten minutes of me walking in the door.

“I’m sorry agent Alpha, but…”

That’s always how it started. No matter what minor offense she committed — be it not getting everything on the grocery list or failing to send the Ball Busting Bitch our daily report on time — whenever she said, “I’m sorry agent Alpha,” I knew what she really wanted was a spanking. Followed by a tongue lashing (the literal variety). Which eventually lead to me shoving something phallic shaped up her clean-shaven pussy. Consistently leading to one or more back-arching, toe-pointing, nipple-hardening orgasms.

I didn’t mind satiating Sixty-nine’s unusual carnal desires every evening, knowing full well that I wasn’t allowed to use her to satisfy my own needs. I had a town full of women at my beck and call for that purpose. Although I was a bit worried about where our relationship was headed. But the nightly exercise not only made Sixty-nine a much more pleasant companion, it also did wonders for her self-confidence. So, for the sake of the mission, I continued to molest the young lady’s shapely body, hoping a better solution would eventually surface.

Meanwhile, as I honed the skills taught to me by Mrs. Bancroft so many years earlier, Flanagan was learning the art of blackmail from the local master. By the time the week was over, Raven Hardwood, with Flanagan’s willing cooperation, had either discovered or manufactured sufficient dirt on each city council member to make them commit murder. Specifically, Miss Moorehead’s murder.

Despite everything else on our plate that week, we also spent a good amount of time choreographing the demise of Janis Moorehead.

“It is imperative that Miss Hardwood, Mayor Stuffit and the entire Merryville city council believe they have a hand in killing Miss Moorehead,” I told Flanagan during an evening strategy session. “The threat of a murder conviction is the only way we’re going to convince them to sell out their town.”

“How do you plan on doing that? Give each one of them a rifle, line Janis up against a wall and yell ‘Ready, Aim, Fire’?”

“Not a bad idea, if I really wanted Miss Moorehead dead. But I’d much rather she survived the experience.”

“Why?” Flanagan asked. “We’ve been told the entire town is expendable. Why risk the success of the mission to save one person out of thousands?”

“I happen to like this one person,” I said. “I’d miss her if she were gone.”

“Since when did our personal feelings have an ounce say on who we killed? Besides, once we’re done with this job, you’ll never see her again. Just like all the other women you’ve used.”

“Do you think we should let the council kill her?”

“Hell no. I like her too. But if we screw this up and the mission goes wrong because we let Janis live, the Ball Busting Bitch will turn us both into eunuchs.”

“Then we better come up with a fool proof plan,” I said. “And Miss Moorehead can’t know about it.”

“We’re going to pretend to kill the woman in front of the town leadership and not let her in on it?”

“We don’t have any choice. The council, the mayor and especially Miss Hardwood must believe they killed her … no doubts in anybody’s mind. I don’t think Miss Moorehead is a good enough actor to pull that off. She has to think she’s being killed and then look dead.”

“I’m assuming you or I can’t be there to help.”

“Correct.”

“How about Sixty-nine?”

“Definitely not. But I think we can get Miss Hardwood to help us.”

“I thought she was supposed to think she killed Janis.”

“She will. But later.”

“You’re not making a lick of sense,” Flanagan said.

I explained my plan and watched as my lifelong friend’s doubting demeanor turned into a conspiratory grin.

“It’s risky,” Kurtköy Escort he said when I finished. “Ordinarily I’d say it wouldn’t work. But Raven’s hatred of Janis goes so deep, we might be able to pull this off.”

***

Four days before Miss Moorehead died, Flanagan found the perfect place to bury her body. It was a forty-acre pasture located thirty miles north of town. The farmer who previously owned the land had been dead for over a year. Several of his grandchildren were fighting what promised to be a long and protracted legal battle for rights to the acreage. It was several miles off the nearest paved road and surrounded on three sides by tall stands of poplars. The only building on the property was an ancient wooden shed that looked like a significant breeze would topple it to the ground.

We spent the next three days digging the grave, buying a coffin and then making the necessary modifications to both the grave site and coffin. All the while, Flanagan helped Raven Hardwood collect blackmail material on the city council and I continued buying houses with Miss Moorehead.

It wasn’t easy being with Miss Moorehead for most of the day and not divulging our plans for her. I stuck with my cover story. I was a well-financed real estate speculator who liked buying houses almost as much as I enjoyed pleasing women. Despite my best efforts to keep Miss Moorehead off my list of conquests, there was something about the lady I just couldn’t resist.

The first time I stepped over the line was at a house on Uranus Ave. I readily admit that I had no qualms about what I did to the lady of the house. The woman was so desperate to sell and leave Merryville, she essentially offered her body to me the minute we walked in the door. And I took it … Not necessarily in the hole she initially had in mind, but she got a good price for her house and a new life experience out of the deal.

Somehow in the process of negotiating the price of

Uranus Avenue … after I satisfied the homeowner sexually but before I wrote her a check … I found myself on a bed with a raging hard-on staring down at Miss Moorehead’s exquisitely naked rear end. Despite my best intentions, I ended up balls deep in Janis’ ass and unable to extract myself until I squirted a load of DNA laden semen into her lower digestive tract.

This was bad for two significant reasons. First off, the Ball Busting Bitch told me to not spread my semen amongst the local populace. She didn’t say I couldn’t fuck anybody (except Sixty-nine). I just wasn’t supposed to cum. Since Alek Popov was offering a huge reward for a sample of my semen, I needed to be careful about where it went. Not that I thought Miss Moorehead would sell my DNA to the Russian mafia but, according to Flanagan, Janis was trying to get a sample of my sperm to see if it matched that of the man who blind folded her, tied her down to a bed and then had his way with her the day after we met (which was Flanagan). She kept the cum stained sheet and, as soon as she got what she knew was a verified sample of my DNA, she planned to send both samples out to a lab to see if they matched.

Yeah, it’s complicated. Way more convoluted than any op should be.

The gist of it all was that if Flanagan’s or my DNA somehow got into any public medical record system, Popov might find out. Which would be bad because the well-connected Russian mob boss had a “shoot on site” order for whoever matched the foreign DNA that came out of his wife’s, daughter’s and housekeeper’s bodies.

Despite all of the above, my main concern about accidentally sodomizing the good-looking blonde realtor was that it was the wrong thing to do. She was a genuinely good person … one of the very few I met in my line of work. Except for Amanda Zimmerman (Mrs. Bancroft’s first London maid), Miss Moorehead was the only woman I considered a possible soul mate. Shoving my overly excited cock up her ass was not the best way to start that relationship.

The house at

Uranus was the last house I bought with Miss Moorehead. That was the day before Janis was scheduled to die. I knew this because we had Mayor Stuffit’s phone bugged.

Miss Moorehead and I had dinner together that evening at the fanciest restaurant in town … The Sharper Knife … which was the favored eatery of the mayor and city council. With a little help from the Company’s tech wizards, Flanagan transformed the dolphin entangled pearl necklace that I stole from Popov’s wife into a microphone. I gave the necklace to Miss Moorehead at dinner, in full view of at least three council members. Further proof that she was on my side and therefore scheming against them. In retrospect, rubbing it in their faces may not have been a good idea, but who knew that small town politicians would be so nasty.

Later that evening, I met Miss Moorehead in her apartment to prep her for her next morning’s meeting with the city council.

Still dressed up from dinner, she let me in the door, offered me a drink and then sat on her couch. I sat next to her and placed two small boxes between us.

“Before you open your gifts, we need to have a little discussion,” I said.

“Is there something in those boxes I’m not going to like?” she asked.

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Please note, this is a true story. However, I’ve changed the names, ages, occupations and places to protect the other person’s privacy. I have no shame so enjoy, LOL.

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Pam: The Thrill of Getting Caught 1

Starts slow, ends with a big twist.

Saturday evening, we were headed to a big event. I had just started seeing Pam, a 31 year old admin manager. We met when she attended a conference her company was having in the hotel I just got a job managing at. I had recently moved back to the area for the summer of my 27th year standing. She was 5’6, 32C with long brunette hair and a small yet round rear.

After a few weeks of dating she invited me to a celebratory event. Pam’s aunt and uncle were having their 25 year anniversary. It was being held at a really nice estate in the hills. They had worked for decades at for a large financial institution. As a thank you gesture, one of the execs threw the party for them at their large estate.

The place looked like a mansion you’d in see those dating reality shows are filmed at. Multiple levels, 8+ bedrooms plus several other random rooms and a large yard with a heated pool. It was a catered affair with, wait staff, bartenders, security, valet parking and a door host checking names. The landscaping was obviously well kept. And everyone was dressed to impress.

Pam was wearing a sexy black dress that gave me the right “access”. It had 2 thin straps on the shoulders, with some soft fur that went around the body above the chest. The length was to the middle of her thighs with a small visible slit at her left thigh. She wore a tiny Y shaped thong underwear that barely covered anything. And with the fur covering her top she had no bra on.

I was in a custom made black suit with a royal blue shirt and a striped, grey tie. I was looking good and feeling good. I was feeling even better when I picked up Pam and saw what she was wearing. There was no way I wasn’t going to fuck her wearing this dress and at this event. The question was where, when and how without getting caught. But the risk of getting caught heightened the sexual arousal.

Security cameras were an issue but they were mainly on the exterior. I would have to navigate a few before the evening was over. But inside I didn’t see any obvious ones. Just in case I had to make sure it would be in the darker rooms as at this time period cameras with night vision capabilities were not as commercially available. The last thing I wanted was for Pam to have to face her judgmental firing squad of a family over our escapades. But the risk for both of us was so exciting that the risks outweighed any hesitation.

As we arrived and met many random people. At 7pm, just as the festivities and speeches were to begin. Moving around the huge mansion, I scouted the location as if I was casing the joint. In a way I was but not to rob it. I was going to fuck Pam everywhere I could and as many times as I could this long evening.

After an hour of quick toasts, speeches, meeting people and touring the mansion, I had developed a plan. During that hour we ate, drank, mingled and I scouted the hell out of the place. I walked around making myself look like I was some sort of architectural guy admiring the structure as not to make people suspicious. Several, “wow this is so well made, look at the detail on this trim and man I can’t wait to have a place like this” types of comments throughout the night.

The speeches were too short and Pam would’ve been noticed if she was gone. So after everyone started dispersing around the house it was more riskier that someone catches us. Fortunately, the house size to guest ratio wasn’t too extreme. And there was plenty of places I could do what I wanted. It was just more about the timing.

The first opportunity presented itself when right as the last toast happened, everyone scattered to different parts of the house. So it wouldn’t be too suspicious where we would go. We snuck into one of the 3 garages. This one was the furthest away from the main house. But it wasn’t having sex in the garage that would be adventurous. It was on what?

There in the corner sat an all-black Honda motorcycle. It looked more like a Harley style then the crotch rocket sport type bikes. It had a small smooth slope upward from the seat to the handles then the big dip in the seat to the front. This was not going to be easy, trying to do what we were going to do. But we were determined to fuck on this bike.

I throw my jacket on a counter and rip off Pam’s thong. I lift her butt onto the leather seat and began eating her out. She was laying facing up with her head toward the front, by the handles. The bike had a longer seat to lay on and eating her out while I was somewhat standing, hunched over and behind the bike. I popped my head up quickly to tell her to pull out her breasts and fondle them.

Seeing her from my angle playing with her breasts and moaning in pleasure was so hot. My tongue was licking under her hood. Her body was Bostancı Escort aching for more and my fingers gave that to her. Pam was very wet and I slid in a few fingers. Now I was licking and finger fucking her while she was playing with her breasts. Pam was purring in bliss.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked her.

“Yes, very much so.” She moans out.

“How badly do you want me?” I asked in a more serious tone and increase my fingering pace.

“Very badly, very badly, please don’t tease me. Just take me.” She replies, now frantically wanting to fuck.

The naughtiness of the whole situation then adding in what I was doing to her pussy had her riled up. Sometimes the where your fucking makes the actual fucking even hotter. And man was her body and desires sizzling right now. I bet she’d even let me fuck her ass if I wanted. But she wasn’t prepped for that tonight. So my hose would have to put out the fire at a different entrance she has.

I turn her over, face down onto the motorcycle. I move her body further up on the seat. I climb on and put my raging hard cock at her love tunnel. Her hands are on both handle bars. My cock moves all the way into her. Then I have her fuck me on the bike.

How, well I had Pam slide forward then back her rear up on my cock. A bit difficult at first but once we got a rhythm going, it was on. Slide forward then back, slide forward then back. Then I spanked her ass for her to speed up. She started pushing back faster and with more force. It felt good but looked even hotter watching this.

I started using both my hands on her rear. Alternating spanking her right cheek with my right hand. And vice versa with the left. Doing this started revving me up and I had to take a more active role in fucking her. I startled her by picking her up and dropping down on my cock on the seat. My face was buried in her chest while she started bouncing and bouncing and bouncing on my cock.

All this was a new adventure and sensation for Pam. She was like a new wild woman riding my cock. Her moans were getting louder but she didn’t care. I pulled out a condom from my shirt pocket and I slipped it over my finger. It was a Durex lubricated condom and right when I knew she would be close to her climax, she’d get another surprise.

My mouth began to sink down hard sucking on her right nipple while my left hand was pinching her left nipple. Pam was ready and telling me, “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.” Just as she was about to cum I slipped my condom covered finger into her asshole. Her body was getting so much stimulation from the moment, my cock, my mouth, my hand and now a finger.

“Holy fuck!” She screamed out loud as her climax hit. But I didn’t stop my onslaught on her senses. She stopped riding me and just sat there for a bit. My finger didn’t let up and neither did my mouth. But then we hear someone say, “Check over there.” We get off the motorcycle and climb into a H2 Hummer.

There we were hiding on the floor of the back seat of this gigantic car. A person with a flashlight walks in and starts to scan the garage. Pam is holding my hands and were both smiling at each other. After a few minutes, the person with the flashlight leaves. I guess Pam was so loud security from the main house came over. She jokingly tried to say it was my fault but my response…..”It wasn’t my voice; my mouth was busy sucking on your breast.

After we came back into the main area, we got separated a bit as some of her family grabbed her for some photos. I moved back to the kitchen to grab some water and hydrate some. I didn’t want to go to the bartender outside as I wanted to stay as low key as possible. The kitchen had a sectional island with a few people small talking. I walked around them to the counter and grabbed a water bottle. An older women approached me and asked me to show her where the bathroom was. When I looked over to answer her, it was Janet!

She was a cougar who literally taught me about exhibitionism and the techniques on how to fuck outside. I was 20 and she was 41 when we met. We had a brief but memorable time together. Now Janet was 48. I remember her juicy 36DD rack was just as desirous to me as it was back then. She was still attractive and I would fuck her if I had the chance.

Janet was wearing a chef’s jacket. I found out she was helping the person who catered the event. So she knew damn well where the bathroom was. In fact she led me to a different bathroom I didn’t even know was there. It was in a fitness room, separate from the main house they set up their supplies in. She was on my arm as we walked there, talking and laughing. Both knowing what she wanted. And heck I’ll admit I wanted to fuck her also.

What the hell was I doing? I was here with one date and now about to fuck another. Granted we haven’t talked about being exclusive. But I was at her uncle and aunt’s 25th anniversary. I generally don’t have regrets but I’m definitely on thin ice on this one. In the moment I confess I didn’t Anadolu Yakası Escort care if we got caught and Pam found out. Janet had me wrapped around her finger like I was under a spell for years. I had to have her right here, right now!

When we got inside the bathroom our mouths moved from talking to pleasing each other. I open up her white chef’s button up coat with and her juicy melons come into view. Now there wasn’t a hallelujah and bright lights that appeared in reality but in mind I swear it did. I’m sure her boobs got bigger, I bet she had them done again. I am not ashamed that I went to town on her breasts and tried to suck them dry. I seriously spent way too much time liking, sucking and squeezing them; she had to stop me as she wanted to fuck before people came looking for her.

My pants drop and I lift up her black professional knee length skirt. Wait, she’s not wearing any underwear herself. I wanted to go down on her but she stopped me. I spent way too much time on her breasts already, we skipped anymore foreplay. She wanted me to hammer her, now!

Janet learns over the bathroom sink and says, “Fuck me hard, you know how I like it.” I quickly enter her and notice she’s considerably wet. She stills feel so good down there. As I start hammering her wet pussy, I realize there is a sense of recognition that hits me. I remember that feeling, that extra wetness. I’ve fucked her enough times to know. It was someone else’s cum inside there.

This means I wasn’t the first inside her tonight. Which didn’t surprise me, when we messed around before she had 3 or 4 boy toys at once. There were several days we hooked up I was either the 2nd or 3rd guy that day and she had their cum inside of her from the others. I can only imagine what it felt like for the last guy that night. Janet was an insatiable cougar, who constantly preyed on younger men for their energy.

While pounding her hard I ask, “So I take it I’m not the first to cum inside you this evening.”

“Your definitely not the first probably the 3rd and I’ll have a few more before the night was over. But you are the oldest.” She replies.

“Your such a fucking wild one and I luv it.” I tell her in an supportive of her getting as much ass as she wanted and non-judging way.

“Wish you didn’t get yourself a mixed up in a relationship back then, I went through quite a few guys to replace you in filling my noon sex needs.” She commented.

Most of the guys working as catering staff were 20-24 and colleges kids. That was her usually age range as she loved their youth and energy. Working on a college campus with a grad program she access to guys left and right. One of the guys she used to fuck even ended up marrying her daughter. I wonder if she still fucked him while he was with her daughter.

The thought of that got me even more turned on. I don’t know if I could’ve resisted Janet if I was in that guy’s shoes. There was something about her, some power she wielded over us men. Now I’m fucking her again years later, with her bent over the sink sparking many good memories in my mind. But my body was focused on making a new memory now.

“Do you like my new boobs? I went to 36EE.” She asks.

“Hell yeah!” Was the only response I had.

“Do you still wish you were my noon sex toy? Do you miss me taking you around campus and the medical offices to fuck me in random places?” She asks.

“Yes, hell yes I miss fucking you daily at 12pm in random places. I miss all the wild times we had.” I confessed to her.

“I know you want to cum on my new boobs but I need you to cum inside me. You know the drill.” She devilishly says.

The drill she was referring to was, whoever was last to fuck her had to eat her out. Janet didn’t even to orgasm until the last guy of the night. She wanted to have the euphoric feeling/edging all day until she had the massive orgasm to close out the night. Plus the thrill of some young stud eating her after whoever had filled her up that day was extremely gratifying for her. For Janet that thrill was so electrifying. It was her special kink and nothing else got here off the same way.

As I was pounding her with fury, she told me she didn’t approve of the woman I was with. Her intuition told her Pam was too uptight for me. She literally told me to get my rocks off quickly then move on. In her words there were too many single women for me to waste my time on uptight. Although she was kind of right about Pam, as she was a little uptight. What she didn’t know was I had already been “loosening” her up.

Janet loved the power I had in my hips and my ability to control my movements. She kept pushing me with her words, “Harder, Harder, yes, just the way I like it, harder, fuck me.” The more she said the harder I kept trying to punish her hole with each thrust. It wasn’t long before I grunted out in ecstasy and emptied my load. Adding to her cum filled pussy. I found out later that she also fucked one of Pam’s nephews that day, which would haunt me at Pendik Escort a later time.

We got dressed and kissed some more. Janet had these big full lips that were so fun to make out with. She would suck on your tongue and melt you into her Venus fly trap with those lips. And I was one of those that got stuck in that trap. We went back to the party in separate directions. I walked all the way around from the back side of the garages to the pool area, then smack bad in the middle of the festivities.

Once I came back to the main area, I found Pam talking with a few of her cousins. I wave her over and we went outside toward one of the courtyards. There was a small structure, it was the fitness room I just fucked Janet in. Walking along a side wall, I stopped her and physically manhandled her up against it. The lighting was nonexistent as the wall shielded us from the courtyard lights that were fully lit. It was very dark and a cool breeze was hitting us.

I held my left hand over Pam’s mouth, kicked her legs open and her thong was in her purse. Fingers from my right hand roughly entered her. Pam was still very wet with my cum still mixed in there. This was not a sex scene for the timid. There was no gentle teasing on foreplay. It was pure lust.

From afar it looked like I was assaulting her. And in a sense I was. I had been aggressively finger fucking her very wet and warm pussy. Her screams were going into my hand. Hiding the sounds from the world. I could feel the muffled vibrations against my palm.

As I look into Pam’s eyes, the look of intensity she’s giving me is egging me on for more. And so I began to spank her pussy firmly. Shivers went through Pam’s body as the first strike stung not only her body but also her senses. Her body is on overload from my assault on her pussy. The climax I was demanding with my actions was about to arrive. But then……….

We hear some ruffling from the bushes. There was someone watching us from the parking lot. It was a person in a noticeable white jacket. I’m guessing it was one of the parking valets. I couldn’t make out at this distance if they were touching themselves or not. But this gave me an idea.

Pam started to tense up. However, I was unrelenting in the assault of her smooth freshly shaved pussy. I was determined to give her another strong yet unique orgasm. Another one that she’d remember forever. I said a strong tone, “Let him watch. Let him see you in pleasure. Let him see how hot you look when you climax. Because I am not stopping until you do.”

With those last words from me, Pam fell back into the moment and let it all just happen. Her body was trembling. I was rotating from finger fucking her and spanking her pussy. The climax we both wanted to happen was building up again. “Look down at him.” I said while continuing my onslaught.

Her eyes moved back into his direction. I whisper in her ear, “You know, he’s got his cock out and jerking it. Watching you getting finger fucked like a slut in heat. This must be making him crave to fuck you himself. What if I removed my hand from your mouth and let him hear your scream out in ecstasy? He’s probably been watching us the whole time and is now ready to explode.” Now at this point I didn’t know if he was touching himself or not.

Simultaneously, when those words came wickedly pouring out of out of my mouth, Pam climaxed all over my hand. We’d only been fucking for a few weeks but this was the most juices I’ve seen come out of her. Pam fell onto my shoulder. I held her there in my arms. Then we both her a distant groan. So he was touching himself watching us. A big proud smile came across my face. Technically I was now responsible for 2 peoples orgasms with only one hand.

As we gather ourselves and head back to the house. I notice the were gathering most of the people by the pool area. A few of the caterers brought out a large anniversary cake. There was still some stragglers that stayed inside. Some of the men were shooting pool in the billiard room and some randoms throughout the house.

We walked inside like we were looking for the bathroom. I tried to be a discreet throughout the evening as possible so no one would notice us. So if we had gone missing it wouldn’t be as obvious. We headed quickly up the stairs to the using the back stair case and arriving at the top level. Moving down the hall without anyone seeing us and into a large dark room.

While inside I was already very hard from what just occurred. Not to mention I was pretty amped all night already to fuck. I pushed Pam onto her knees, dropped my pants and my shaft started disappearing between her lips. She didn’t notice as I took off my suit jacket but put something in my shirt pocket. In and out of her small yet skilled mouth. Standing above this sexy woman with my very hard shaft being swallowed was such an erotic sight.

I could’ve let her suck me for hours but I was targeting my cum for another entrance of hers that I already left some in earlier. I lifted her back up and moved her close to the window looking down on the pool and other guests. I put her hands and forearms against the wall that was adjacent to the window. We could see down and through the way the windows were tinted. It would be tough to fully see inside without the lights on.

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My Best Friend Comes to Stay with Us — Part 2

I started playing with her boobs to help her over the edge, and as her orgasm was building, she was about to cum, she started saying, “I love your cock, give it to me! You’re so hot! Yeahhh, baby, more! It’s so big! so thick!”

I looked down to see her face as she approached orgasm, repeating the same words over and over. It was then I noticed she was looking over my shoulder behind me, towards the door. When I turned my head to look, I saw Mark standing at the door, naked, with a hand wrapped around his cock.

At that moment, Sarah and I came together, both of us having one of the biggest orgasms we have had in a long time.

Sarah and I collapsed onto the bed with Mark still standing there, dick in hand.

Once we caught our breath and looked his way, he started apologizing over and over again.

Feeling bad and turned-on at the same time, to lighten the mood and relax the atmosphere, I turned to him and said, “Fair is fair dude! She watched you.”

Mark replied, “Yes, fair is fair buddy,” and gave a wink and a smirk.

I masturbated enough that I could tell Mark was getting close to cumming for the second time that night, and I was worried about the new carpet we just got.

I said to Mark, “Dude, you look like you are about to shoot.”

He replied, “You’re right, shit, where should I cum, I’m not gonna last much longer?”

Sarah looked at me, with a look I hadn’t seen before. Like she had an answer, but she didn’t want to say it. Or maybe she wanted me to answer…

With no one speaking up, and Mark about to cum, I noticed Mark and Sarah looking at each other intently. Her hands slowly moved towards her boobs as she grabbed and held them up and together. Mark slowly walked forward, not breaking eye contact, soft moans escaping from his mouth, and his cock pointed at Sarah’s tits. It was only seconds before he shot his second load of the night all over her big tits. Watching mesmerised, I thought, Wow! for a second time cumming tonight, he certainly covered her tits with a lot of thick cum. It was very hot seeing her tits covered in so much cum; the contrast of her olive-colour skin and his white, thick sperm made my cock hard again.

Getting late on into the night, we shared some smirks and pleasantries and then all made our way to clean up and get to bed, so we could get as much sleep as we could before the wedding tomorrow.

The next morning, breakfast seemed fairly normal and everyone had an extra jump in their step, ahead of the big day today. At breakfast, I noticed Mark being extra nice and hospitable to both Sarah and me. He was up first, cooking us all a hot breakfast and preparing us some much-needed, home-brewed coffee. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was guilt, appreciation, or some fuzzy feelings that had Mark on his ‘A’ game.

At noon, Sarah headed over to the bride’s house and Mark and I to the groom’s, ready to perform our bridesmaid and groomsman duties. It was fun having drinks and shooting shit with the boys, as we played some pool and enjoyed some good, old banter.

At one point, Alex, the groom turned to Mark and said, “Mark, I noticed you didn’t RSVP a plus one, is there someone in your life at the moment?”

To which Mark replied, “There is… but it’s complicated! Not everyone gets to wed their happily-ever-after, like you,” with a cheeky smile.

But while everyone was laughing at his comment and expression, I noticed him blushing a slight red and caught him nervously swallowing. I wasn’t entirely sure what his comment meant, but there was more to it than he was willing to share.

I first saw Sarah again when we paired up to walk down the aisle, and as much as I know how beautiful Sarah is already, inside and out; I had to admit, she was looking absolutely stunning today in her beautiful, silk dress, her stilettos, and hair all done up. I took her hand and together, we walked down the aisle in front of the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, moving off to one side once we got to the altar. There were two groomsman/bridesmaid couples standing to the left, and the other two to the right.

I looked at Mark opposite us. He had walked down the aisle with the bride’s sister, a gorgeous 19-year-old. I remember thinking that she was going to make some guy really happy one day. Despite having this gorgeous 19-year-old in his hand, when I looked up at him, Mark’s gaze was locked on Sarah; scanning her up and down. This made me think of his earlier comment, but the bride’s entrance brought me back to reality.

The ceremony went off without Pendik Escort a hitch, and our little Alex was finally married. The music was great, the food was delicious, and the dance floor pumping. Everyone was having a really good time.

Come the third and final dance bracket, I was exhausted and my feet were aching. I definitely should have broken in these shoes before today. Sarah was still dancing away, full of energy in true-Sarah style. I was sitting next to Mark at this point, just having some regular chit chat.

I said to Mark, “I really should go keep Sarah company on the dance floor, but my feet are aching.”

Mark responded, “I’ll go, I was just going to get up and head to the dance floor myself.”

And before I could respond, he was up and headed toward the dance floor. Watching them dance was hilarious, I’m not sure if it was because we all had too much to drink at this point; I mean to be honest, I’d be dancing with both left feet also at this point. All things aside, it was nice watching them dancing together. I felt my cock harden in my slim-fit, black suit pants, begging for some more room; if I didn’t know any better, Mark’s was, too. I admit I have a man crush on Mark. I had always suppressed my bisexual feelings, but somehow Mark just brought it out in me. Seeing my hot wife and my man-crush dancing so close together and so intimately, was making my cock drip with pre-cum.

When the bride and groom were ready to leave, the DJ switched from party music to a final slow song to wind down the night. Mark and Sarah looked really good together, but I thought I had better get up and join them on the dance floor.

I went to take Sarah’s hand and said to Mark, “May I have this dance with this beautiful woman?”

He released her, but not without a joke, “You may, but only for a few minutes and then I need her back.” And proceeded to the bar.

Sarah and I danced and talked and as I got close to her, she noticed the bulge in my pants, she pushed closer into me and said, “Something has you very excited.”

“Maybe it was watching the most beautiful woman on the dance floor, dancing the night away,” I said, as I went in for a kiss.

We were shortly interrupted by some clapping as the bride and groom left the reception hall and the caterers began shutting down. Mark, Sarah, and I made our way through the lobby and headed to the parking garage lift, when I told them I was way too drunk to drive. This was followed by a ‘me too’ and a ‘me three’. After discussing our options, it was clear, the only sensible option was to book a room right here in the hotel.

When the concierge said she didn’t have two spare rooms, just the one studio with two double beds, it made for an awkward situation. With no other options, we booked the last remaining room and checked into room 121. Not being the most popular room, there was no nice view of the city, just the wall-length mirrors to try make the room look bigger than it really was.

We’d all showered and when I thought it was time for bed, Mark pulled out a bottle of scotch he had snatched from the wedding reception, and put it down on the coffee table along with three glasses.

Sarah politely declined saying, “I’m exhausted and am going to get some shut eye. You boys enjoy some drinks and catch up.” After kissing me on my forehead, she made her way into bed, which was only a few metres from the couch.

Mark and I caught up about the wedding, rehashed some highlights, and spoke about how great it was spending time together and how appreciative he was of our hospitality. Before things got too emotional and all about feelings, Mark suggested we play a quick game of ‘truth or dare’ like the old days. I agreed, but only to a few rounds. We went back and forth with some generic and some personal truths when things started to heat up a little.

“Have you and Sarah ever spoken about or thought of a threesome?” Mark asked.

I replied, “We have. We sometimes roleplay a third person joining us, or when I see Sarah needs that extra push to get her over the edge, I tell her someone is watching.” I noticed Mark’s hand moving to his crotch and trying to subtly readjust things.

When Mark next chose a dare, I dared him to ask Alex’s sister on a date the next day; the bridesmaid he was paired together with. I thought they would make a hot and cute couple. It seemed like he hadn’t given it much thought before, but he also didn’t dismiss the dare.

To be fair and a good team player, I also chose a dare, knowing this may be dangerous.

“Let me make that threesome fantasy Kurtköy Escort for Sarah come true,” Mark blurted out.

I froze. This wasn’t just about me. Sarah and I had fantasised about this a lot, but she had never indicated that she would actually go through with having a threesome with anyone. It was all just talk.

I told Mark I would think it through and talk with her about it and that he should give me some notice next time he is coming to town. That I would I wouldn’t be opposed to it, but that it was ultimately Sarah’s decision and she needed to show me she was really up for it.

Mark understood it was a longshot.

For me, it would be a dream come true. A chance to see the two people I was most attracted to, having intimate sex together. Our conversation ended, we had a big bro hug and both retired for the night. Or so I thought.

A few minutes later, once Mark had settled into the bed next to us, I crawled into Sarah’s bed and started to close my eyes. Not long after, I felt Sarah wiggling around which isn’t uncommon, but my eyes shot open when I felt her move down between my legs, pull my boxers down and take my semi-hard cock into her mouth. I stopped breathing for what felt like five minutes, but was really only thirty seconds. Looking over at Mark, hoping by some miracle that in the two minutes between getting into bed and Sarah making her move on me, that he had fallen asleep, but no, he was awake and wide-eyed. The mirrors around the room didn’t allow anything to be hidden.

I placed both my hands on Sarah’s big tits and pulled her up to me so we were face to face, and whispered loud enough that Mark could hear, too, “You hadn’t fallen asleep yet, when Mark and I were playing, had you?”

She shook her head and bit her lip.

“You heard everything, didn’t you?”

She nodded.

“Like, everything,” I repeated.

She nodded again.

“And you are okay with what you heard?” I asked.

Sarah didn’t say anything, she just slid back down between my legs and continued sucking on my raging boner–telling me everything I needed to know.

I was between experiencing the pleasure of Sarah’s amazing blowjob, my stomach turning and my head racing. Once I allowed this, there was no going back. My cock was the only cock Sarah had ever had, and if I let something start, there was a chance it wouldn’t just be a hand job or a blowjob, and that if Sarah wanted it, she was going to let him inside her and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

I looked over at Mark, who had heard the brief conversation I just had, and he had a begging face, full of lust and desperation. A clear tent lifting his blanket. This is what he had been dreaming of and it was at that moment, I realised what his comment about ‘things being complicated and how we don’t always get to marry the lady of our dreams,’ really meant.

I looked over at Mark and nodded okay. It only took him seconds to jump out of bed, drop his briefs and crawl into bed next me, lying side by side. He whispered in my ear, “THANK YOU” with such sincerity.

Sarah had her right hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock, the head of my cock in her mouth and her left hand was pulling on my balls. It took about three minutes of Mark laying next to me, before I felt her right hand leave my balls. I could only assume Sarah had moved it to wrap around Mark’s cock; the sigh that came from Mark confirmed everything, and Sarah took this sigh as permission to proceed.

Moments later, her mouth disappeared from my cock and it was just her right hand jerking my stiff dick. I lifted the blanket to the sight of Sarah sucking on Mark’s cock and her left hand caressing his thick, manly, hairy thighs. The sight made my cock pulse and drops of pre-cum dripped down to my full balls. Mark had a look of absolute pleasure on his face.

After twenty minutes of alternating between sucking Mark and me off, in sync we both leant forward to bring Sarah up so we were all face to face. I leaned in first to kiss Sarah, sticking my tongue in as soon as she opened her mouth. After about a minute, I felt Mark lean in and knew he was close to my face, and then Sarah slowly pulled away and started making out with Mark. Moments later, she came back to me for more. Then I felt Mark lift her and place her gently on her back in between us.

He immediately went to lower her bra straps staring at her big breasts and hard nipples. I lowered her other bra strap and her big tits were now fully exposed. Seeing another man’s big hands on Sarah’s tits, caressing and squeezing with the occasional Ümraniye Escort pinch of the nipple was making my cock drip again.

I made my way down between her legs and began licking and sucking on her pussy, making sure to pleasure her clit, but not to make her cum, just teasing her. Meanwhile, Mark was sucking on Sarah’s left boob while she was stroking his hard cock. Mark was moaning through the tit sucking, as Sarah used the pre-cum to rub his cock head and all the most sensitive areas. It wasn’t long before Sarah couldn’t hold back any longer and started cumming. She immediately took Mark’s cock into her mouth and sucked her way to orgasm.

Everything together had me so worked up, and I knew I was about to cum whether I was ready or not, I had no choice. With the feeling of sperm rising up from my heavy balls, I knew I only had seconds, so I got on my knees and stuck my cock deep into Sarah’s pussy. This just made her orgasm continue.

And when I heard her muffled moans from around Mark’s cock, “Mmmm, ahhh, ah, ahhh, ah, ahhh, ohhh,” and her pussy clench down on my cock, I didn’t even have to move.

I began to cum, my dick deep in her pussy, “AHHH, YEAH, I’M CUMMING! AHHH, AHHHH. YEAH, BABY, YOU HOT CHICK! AHHH! YEAH, I LOVE YOU! AHHHH!”

Once both our orgasms had settled down, I pulled out and crawled up to Sarah. She released Mark’s hard cock and we made out, declaring our love for each other in between breaths. I looked over at Mark, and he just said, “Wow! Dude, you have the most incredible wife in every way!”

“I know,” I said, looking back from him to her.

As we were all cuddling and kissing, Mark noticed Sarah’s hand moving to her clit and rubbing herself. Mark gently lifted her hand off her clit and placed it on my chest and crawled between her legs. He started by her feet and with soft, slow kisses and licks, he made his way up to her pussy, giving her clit a big suck and a kiss, before moving down the other leg. Sarah was squirming and moaning as he continued to do this, every round getting stronger and harder.

Sarah looked me in the eyed and said, “I can’t take it anymore, I need to cum”.

I lay on top of Sarah in a sixty-nine position, putting my cock in her mouth and taking her clit into mine, while Mark was eating out her pussy. It didn’t take long before she was cumming and for some extra pleasure, Mark got on his knees and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Sarah jumped, not expecting to feel Mark’s cock in her tonight. I could also see her struggle a little, as he pushed his full length and thickness into her. Mark was moaning in pleasure and every time I didn’t think he would last much longer, he would pull out, wait a few seconds, and slide back in. This gave Sarah time to adjust to his big, thick cock, and the discomfort turned to pleasure.

Still in a sixty-nine position with my tongue on her clit as Mark’s cock slid in again, his cock only inches from my face. I noticed he didn’t have a condom on, and that we hadn’t thought about that. I was about to say something, when I felt myself begin to cum and I couldn’t speak, only letting out a deep breath. Sarah’s tight sucking was too much for me, as she had me all the way down her throat and I couldn’t hold back.

Mark kept repeating, “It’s so tight, it’s so good,” again and again, until it changed to, “I’m gonna cum,” and then again. The sound in the room was the three of us cumming. There was moaning, deep breaths, and the sounds of incredible orgasms; at which point, I watched in the mirror, as we were all cumming until we crashed onto the bed intertangled.

Sarah was the first to get up and say she was off to the shower.

Mark then called out, “Sarah, wait! Thank you! That was one of the most incredible nights of my life and I’m glad I got to spend it with you.”

She replied, “Me, too! Thank my loving husband, he is the best.” And she walked off.

Mark kept thanking me and singing Sarah’s praises and saying how happy he felt and how much it meant to him. I could see he was hard again.

I joined Sarah in the shower. We didn’t use many words, just lots of kisses and body language. When we exited the bathroom to give Mark his turn, we found him lying on his back with his stomach and chest covered in cum and panting. He must have masturbated after we left.

Sarah joked, “Now where might I have seen that sight before?” followed by a wink.

“It seems you enjoy watching a guy jerk off,” he retorted.

I joked, “Get a room, you two,” and we all broke into laughter.

We all fell asleep quickly, and by the time Sarah and I surfaced, Mark was already on the red-eye flight home. We stayed in touch regularly, and caught up for lunch every time he was in town for business.

Mark visited again, nine months after the wedding when Sarah gave birth, to meet the little princess.

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Preface: This is based on events that actually happened to me in high school! I’m sure over time I’ve embellished it in my mind (I was definitely not as skillful back then as I make myself out to be) but that should just make it more fun to read! I think pretty much everything mentioned happened. I also think a bit of background helps put this more in context so I’ll give you some of that too! Hope you enjoy!

Also, to clarify since this is a high school story. This happened my senior year, so everyone involved is over 18 years old or older!

Background:

There was a time period towards the end of my junior and into my senior year where I could have been described as a bit boy crazy… In hind sight what happened was I was a dumb horny high school girl that had just discovered sex. This led to me “dating” numerous guys back to back so I had someone to experiment with sexually. I say dating because we basically exclusively had sex. This was before it was like a thing to have friends with benefits plus we wouldn’t have been mature enough to handle that anyways.

This story takes place during my senior year and involves Todd (real name withheld), one of these guys that I was hooking up with. Todd was an asshole, no other way to say it. He had probably asked me out because he had heard I was having sex with guys I was dating and I had close to the biggest boobs in our class. He was the kinda guy that never met my parents but was the first to convince me to do anal.

His redeeming qualities that let my dumb teenage brain overlook the facts that he was a terrible guy were that he was athletic, he was decent looking, and he had a car. His Nissan Xterra was actually the center point of our relationship. Our “dates” included us making up plans to go out to eat and see a movie or something that we could tell our friends and parents, then instead going through a drive through before parking on the side of a dirt road somewhere and fucking in the back of his car. His back seats folded down entirely flat which gave us a decent bit of room for activities. I’m so short I could actually almost stand straight up on my knees. Because he was such a gentleman he took me on the dates multiple times a week and sometimes even picked me up to drive me to and from school.

At some point though he made me mad about something, and my teenage girl brain decided to handle this in a classic fashion, by withholding sex. The thought of this was exciting to me, it made me feel powerful through sex but since our existence as a couple was entirely predicated on us humping like rabbits what it more turned into was me not letting him have an orgasm. I would tease him as much as I could constantly rubbing him through his pants at school, rubbing my ass up against him, letting him feel me up then during dates and edging him, stripping, and letting him get me off using a vibrator he had bought and kept stashed in his car. Honestly I think he was enjoying it more than me. I had told him he wasn’t allowed masturbate and I really think he was following that instruction because he knew it would lessen the excitement. The plan was to do this until the following week when I told him he would be allowed to do anything he wanted to me. The Friday of this week we went to our school’s home football game. This was a rural town so these games were hugely popular and basically everyone attended. Anyways, I think thats all you need to know, lets get started!

Story:

Todd has picked me up and we’re headed to the game. Because of the before mentioned situation at this point anytime we are together is entirely focused on how horny he is. The idea of driving him crazy like this really excites me and of course he likes it as well. We’re driving along and I’m fully doing my part for the build. I’m leaned on the center console reaching across and stroking his cock with one hand while the other feels the tension building in the muscles in his arm and chest through his shirt aside me giving him some of my best dirty talk.

“Yea… your cock is sooooo hard right now,” I tease, “It just makes me wonder how you’re going to cum next week. Will you let me blow you until you bust all over my chest or are you going to put your entire load in my pussy…”

His breathing deepened and could see in his eyes that he was imaging each of these scenarios.

I continued, “I bet you’re going to make me get on my hands and knees and fuck my ass again… you know how sore I was last time, am I going to have to say I pulled another muscle during practice to explain why I’m walking funny. I think that worked last time, I don’t think anyone knew you spent over an hour stretching me so your cock could fit in my ass”

His cock was hard, rock hard. I could see the veins in it bulging along its length through the undone zipper of his jeans. I sat back in my seat, and undid my own jeans. I kept one hand reached across the console stroking his erection but moved my other hand between my own legs and began to massage my clit. My fingers slid down the front of my panties and over the smooth shaved Anadolu Yakası Escort mound to reach my pussy.

“I’m sorry Todd, I’m just so excited for your punishment to be over. I think I’m going to have to… play with myself right now… I know you won’t mind,” I explain.

I bat my eyelashes and smirk at him. Soon I have to pause my strokes on his shaft as I can feel an even deeper tightness building in him, he’s close. I tighten my grip slightly, my hand staying still while feel his member throbbing between my fingers. I continue to rub myself, moaning slightly and making a show of it. Over a few minutes I can feel the excitement subside as he backs away from a climax. immediately I start to rub his length again. I repeat this process for a while, resulting in his cock leaking precum on my hand and me getting myself reasonably close in the process. I eventually have to stop however as we get closer to the school. More cars are near us and we wouldn’t want anyone seeing anything improper happening.

The school itself is the only thing for miles. It is surrounded on all sides by farm land. The games brought in more people than the schools parking lot could fit so most people ended up parking in a designated dirt parking lot next to football field. Todd pulls into the lot and we park. We get out, I check in the mirror making sure my makeup is still good.

I’m short, small overall really. A this point in time, I’m 4’10 and around 95 lbs. Visually I was just known for my boobs though. Despite being that size my breasts are huge with me wearing a 30DDD/F bra. To try and combat my barbie doll look I would spend years working out and playing sports to get a more toned athletic look but only ever ended up making my waist smaller and making it worse. My face is round with green eyes and straight brown hair that goes down just past my shoulders.

I’m wearing skinny jeans with a cute white button up blouse with a light blue pattern and white converse. My hair is pulled back into a braid. Todd is wearing jeans with a t-shirt under his blue and white letterman jacket (our school colors). There are tons of people around making their way into the stadium. The games brought in probably close to a thousand people, pretty much everyone from our town. We work our way into the game and begin to make the rounds saying hi to different people and before going to sit with some friends to watch the game. The game is going well, its a close game so far. Midway through the second quarter Todd offers to take me to the concession stand to beat the halftime rush. Walking, that way he whispers in my ear that he wants more. Being the blossoming boss babe I was at the time I tell him to text me exactly what he was going to do to me next week. We step into the line for the concession stand and he whips out his phone and starts texting me. Moments later my phone is buzzing in my back pocket. I pull it out and read the message:

“You’re going to suck my cock and then I’m going to fuck your ass while you rub your pussy,” it said

I look up at him, tilting my head and giving a sarcastic surprised face and he starts typing on his phone again.

“I’m going to fill your ass with my cum but I’m so hard I’m going to have to fuck you again. I’m going to pound you over and over until you’ve completely drained my balls. I’m going to fuck you so hard you might not be able to walk at all this time.”

I flash him another mocking shocked look before responding:

“What do you want to do right now?”

he responds in an instant:

“Blowjob while you make yourself cum in the locker room?”

“Deal.” I fire back.

We reach the front of the line and he buys me the bag of sour worms I want and we were head to the locker rooms. This was something we had done before, these were the locker rooms separate from the football locker rooms and were in a separate building, behind anything in use for the football game. They would be locked up to make sure no one could get in. We went around the back door of this building. The door was partially broken at one entrance and could be opened if it was leaned on in just the right way. The doorway was out of sight, on the side of the building away from everyone and in a recess in the building so it was pretty easy to break in since someone would essentially have to walk up to the door to see anyone opening it.

I stayed at the end of the recess to be on watch for anyone coming while Todd went to pop the door open.

*crash*

“Fuck!” I heard Todd exclaim from the doorway.

The door had been fixed. Todd tried for several minutes unsuccessfully to open the door but couldn’t get it open. There was a look of desperation in his eyes as I walked up to the door to see what was happening.

“We can just do it here” Todd suggests.

I around, the door was recessed into the building by around ten feet, there is a concrete walkway to the door that we’re standing on with grass on either side before the walls of the building block us in. It was pretty secluded. I start to turn back to Todd, Kartal Escort thinking the situation over. I wasn’t about to get caught doing this but it was a pretty discrete location, it was dark, no one would be able to see, we could get away with it most likely, the concrete is hard though and I’m definitely not playin…

As I turn back to face Todd, his cock is out. His pants are unzipped with his package fully erect through the opening of his underwear. In an instant he grabs me and we start making out.

Well… I guess we’re doing this…

“Fine…” I start sneaking words in through the advances of his tongue into my mouth.

“But just…” my hand moves to his cock and I start to jerk him off “a blowjob.”

His hands are undoing the buttons of my shirt.

“Todd…” I begin to protest.

My free hand tries to stop his with no success

“just…”

My shirt is undone

“a blowjob”

he grabs my arms, lifting them above my head, forcing me to drop his erection but sliding my shirt off and throwing it onto the grassy part ground next to us and looking into my eyes.

“Then do it.” He snarls and forces me to my knees.

I’m close enough that his cock is instantly dragging across my face. My knees on the bare concrete is instantly a problem.

I start to complain again, “My knees…” I’m cut off as he grabs the hair on the top of my head and forces his cock into my mouth. He drags my mouth up and down his shaft. I fight to inch toward the grass on my knees and pull him with me. He follows and after a few shuffles as I blow him we’re there. As soon as my knees hits the grass the next issue is apparent, its wet, like instantly soaked through the knees of my jeans wet. Oh well, I’ll deal with that later.

My knees start to sink slowly into the mud as begin to focus on the task at hand. I start to bob my head back and forth purposefully, pressing the flat of my tongue firmly against the underside of his cock. My hands reposition, one to the base of his dick and another massaging his balls. As I start to blow him on my own he releases his grip on my hair, letting me work under my own power. At this point even in the heat of the moment I’m cold. The sun has gone down and I’m kneeling in a mud puddle, water is soaking through my pants onto my knees and shins, with just my bra to protect my upper body from the night air. The activity keeps my focus though and I hardly notice as I work his shaft. I start to take slower more, deeper, more purposeful movements down his length following my lips with my hand, jerking him as I blow him. His girth bulged out slightly around my lips and hand as they glide along his member. I’m starting to get into it. Other than the cold and the mud I like the spontaneity, I work hard, letting the pleasure build in him with each motion. I start to notice as Todd’s body stiffens and he comes close to a climax again. I can feel the throbbing in his balls as pull my head back off his cock, stroking it slowly as looked up at him with the head of his penis just inches from my lips.

“You know…” I start in my teasing tone again “It might b…” he cuts me off.

“Ash…” he starts to say my name in warning but in the same moment blasts the first load of his cum in my face.

The initial load splatters into my partially open mouth, letting his cum get both in my mouth and around my lips and chin. Caught off guard I can’t even move as his second burst lands right on the bridge of my nose. I squeeze my eyes shut and start to move my head back, as it adds to the coating of my face. The thick rope gets me square in the middle of my face going from the bridge of my nose up to nearly my hairline before snaking back down over my eye and onto my cheek. The next one come as I’m starting to get out of the way, it lands on my chin and swings down to my neck and chest area. My hands move back to try and protect my face. I shift my weight to one side as I try and step back up onto my feet and out of the way. Unfortunately, my foot slides in the mud and then slips out from under me entirely. This leads to my life flashing before my eyes as I fall face first towards the concrete. Luckily I’m able to twist, and instead land back in the mud shoulder first.

My entire body weight pushes right through the grass and sinks my entire side into the mud. I turn onto my chest as I continue my descent which softens my fall but lets my bra and cleavage effectively scoop the mud up, entirely coating my bare chest and filling the cups of the bra. Mud and water join the mess on my face as it squirts out from under me and into the air. I finally come to a rest, laying on my chest, stuck in the mud. This all while Todd, the great guy that he is, watches in shock and has instinctively taken over stroking his own cock to ensure he is able to continue shooting every bit of cum he’s saved over the last week at me from afar. Rope after rope rains over me throughout the entire process.

The entire thing happens in an instant. I lay, freezing in the mud for probably a full 30 seconds as I process Maltepe Escort this chain of events. Eventually I scramble back to my feet to find Todd, standing there holding his dick in one hand, trying not to bust out laughing. I immediately start berating him with a flurry of whispered curse words. I am covered in mud and cum, my jeans are soaked, my bra is soaked and literally full of mud. Mud has somehow gotten in my hair, the only place it miraculously hasn’t gotten is in my mouth, which is partially full of Todd’s semen. I start to clean myself up and literally have to take my bra off to try and get the mud out of it. So now I’m standing outside freezing, entirely topless, covered in cum and mud, only to have another realization. I can’t find my top. I ask Todd and we look for a second before he finds it, in the mud, under his foot, where it has been since I drug Todd to the grass.

It is even more soaked than I am. I spend so time wringing it out. The white fabric is now stained with mud, Todd and I use it as a towel to try and wipe as much if the cum and dirt off of me as possible. I use my phone’s camera to try to salvage my makeup but there is so much cum and mud I end up trying to wipe it off entirely with little success. As the mud dries it its begins to flake off. As I pick it off it leaves behind streaks of makeup and cum. I dump the mud out of my bra but the padding at this point is acting like a sponge. I squeeze it out the best I can but its so wet that I’ll freeze if I put it back on! This means I’m now topless, with nothing I can put on, essentially in the middle of this football game. Luckily I have a t-shirt and some makeup and things in Todd’s car, I just have to make it there. I get Todd’s jacket from him and put it on. There is a pretty substantial size difference and the letterman swallows me, but it’s all I have. The only way to the car is back out the front gates which requires walking in-front of the home stands that are filled with essentially every person in my life. The only good thing is that while my hair has some mud in it, with my braid it isn’t very noticeable. Everything else however is awful: My shoes are soaked and my jeans are also wet and covered in splotches of mud. I’m entirely topless under this oversize jacket that when zipped all the way up looks ridiculous on me. My face is covered in wildly smudged of makeup and noticeable, rapidly drying cum. I’m a mess.

So now I have to walk to the car. We leave the privacy of the nook in the building to find that it’s now halftime. This means everyone is leaving the stands and walking around and no I have to walk through a crowd of everyone in the town: people I went to school with, teachers, neighbors, family friends, kids I babysat, everyone. I can still taste the cum in my mouth as we step into the sea of people. I’m having to work my way through the crowd, say hi, give polite nods to everyone, all with cum on my face, topless under the ill-fitting jacket. It is humiliating. I fell terrible, I’m so embarrassed. A few people even notice how disheveled I am and ask if I am ok. We get to the stands and Todd gives me his keys before he peels off to return to our group while I continue to the car. As I walk through the crowd alone I make a shocking discovery. While giving a wave and a smile to a friend group in the distance while I walk out the front gate I realize I am turned on. Like knees weak, heart racing, fingers trembling horny.

My mind searches frantically for why I would feel this way as I walk through the empty unlit parking lot to Todd’s car. I reach the car and open the door to the back seat, his seats are already folded down so I crawl in onto the big flat area to get the bag I kept in his trunk. I sit criss-cross in the back of the car and open the bag. I still haven’t figured out what was happening but one thing was for certain, I was turned on. I shut the car door behind me and unzip Todd’s jacket so I can begin to put on a new shirt when something else in the bag catches my eye: the cheap blue vibrator that Todd bought for us to use on each other. The decision was instant, I an so horny, I’ll just masturbate really quick and get back to the game in no time. Plus, I deserve it, that was miserable.

I take the vibrator and slide the bag behind me to use as a pseudo pillow and lay fully on my back with my feet towards the rear of the car. I undo my skinny jeans and slide my hand down the front of my panties. My eyes cross in pleasure as my fingers slide over my opening, instantly they’re slick with my wetness. I begin to run circles around my clit as my empty stare focuses on the roof of the car. The view reminds me of the first time Todd fucked me, it was in right her. I bobbed my head lazily up and down simulating the view I had that night. He was a selfish lover, it was the first time we did it but he was insistent that he fucked me with my legs over his shoulders and luckily I was flexible enough to oblige him. He was relentless. The position folded me in half as he fucked me like I was recording my first porn film. Right from the start he threw his full strength into every thrust he made in me. He threw himself into each motion so forcefully that it rocked the entire car. Looking back, it would have hurt so badly if the idea of him dominating me so thoroughly hadn’t instantly made my pussy wet around his shaft.

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Anna desperately tried to steady her breathing as she leant against the locked bathroom door and listened carefully. With a trembling hand, she continued to hold the mobile phone to her other ear as she listened to the soothing tones of the call handler. The lady on the other end of the line had actually done a very admirable job, for although Anna knew her body was still buzzing with adrenaline, she felt much calmer now than when she had first seen the intruder. Long gone was the noisy pulse in her eardrums, the lightheadedness and a general feeling of nausea. Now, Anna felt remarkably calm and ready for the next stage.

‘I’ve just been informed that we are now on site,’ explained those soothing tones in her ear. ‘Are you still with me, Miss Henderson?’

‘Yes…sorry…yes of course,’ confirmed Anna.

‘So, at any moment, you will hear a knock at the door. Don’t be alarmed because that should be one of our police officers.’

‘Thank you for your help. Genuinely. Thank you.’

‘You’re welcome. I’ll remain on the line until I know you’re in safe hands.’

Seconds later, Anna thought she heard movement at the exterior of the property, followed by a confident knock on the front door. Yet, even though she’d been expecting it, the sound still made her jump.

‘This is the police,’ called a deep, self-assured voice. ‘My name is Detective Sergeant Conway. If you are able to open the door, please can you do so?’

Instantly, relief flooded through her. Anna’s only concern now was whether the unexpected intruder she’d encountered some fifteen minutes earlier remained in the property, or had since fled. Once again, she listened carefully, anxious to pick up any signs of movement inside the flat, but there were none. Whoever the intruder had been, she could only hope that he’d done the sensible thing and made a run for it.

Steeling her nerves, Anna tucked the mobile phone under her ear and placed her hands on the door handle and lock.

‘Are you still with me?’ she asked the operator.

‘I’m right here,’ the voice confirmed. Anna took a deep breath.

‘In that case, I’m going to unlock the bathroom door and attempt to let the police officer in.’

Swallowing hard, Anna took one final breath before very slowly twisting the lock. Then, making as little noise as physically possible, she pulled the door open, hoping the hinges weren’t just about to emit a loud squeak and announce her presence to anybody who might be lying in wait. Peeking into the adjacent room, Anna noted nothing out of the ordinary. From her location, she had good visibility of the long hallway, at the end of which was her target; the front door, behind which the police were waiting. In all probability, the intruder had vacated. She just had to be brave now.

‘I’m heading towards the front door,’ Anna muttered as quietly as possible into her phone, as she took her first tentative steps out of the bathroom. Within seconds, Anna was marching with such indecent haste towards the front door that she was practically jogging. Continuously glancing left and right to survey the environment, she was singularly determined to reach her destination against all odds. En route, she grabbed a heavy, ornate candlestick from a nearby table to act as an impromptu weapon if required. In all honesty, it wasn’t much of a weapon but it gave Anna a modicum of comfort.

It was with a significant sense of achievement that she finally reached the front door, aware of her breaths now flowing fast and shallow. The dangling chain vibrated against the door frame as her fingers fumbled with the Yale lock and she yanked open the door. To her immense relief, there on the threshold stood a tall, powerful man, holding out a warrant card. Anna wasn’t in the best state of mind to take any of the information being displayed in. At first, the only thing she was aware of was that he had the most intensely blue eyes she had ever seen.

‘Detective Sergeant Conway, Ma’am,’ he announced calmly.

Anna nodded, her attention flicking between the man and his identification, quite overwhelmed by his sheer physical presence. The guy was gorgeous. Suddenly, the female voice in Anna’s ear broke her dangerously wandering thoughts.

‘Well done, Miss Henderson. It sounds as though you’re in safe hands now, so I’ll leave you to it.’

‘Thank you once again,’ said Anna, meaning every word, before also hanging up. That woman, not that she would probably ever know it, had kept her sane over the past quarter of an hour.

Anna took another glance at her rescuer. He wasn’t dressed in a police uniform, but then she’d watched enough television dramas to know that detectives were often in plain clothes. All the same, a sense of self-preservation ensured that she took the time to study his credentials carefully, before accepting him as the genuine article.

‘There’s only one of you,’ Anna observed, daring to look directly into those amazing eyes again.

‘There’s only one of me,’ the man confirmed with a gentle smile. Kurtköy Escort It lit up his features and made Anna’s tummy unexpectedly twist with desire. It felt as though she’d just misjudged the final step on a staircase and was falling into the unknown. ‘I’d just clocked off from conducting an operation nearby. I heard your call on the radio and because I was so close and there were apparently no other available units, I offered to take it.’

‘I’m very grateful you did,’ she admitted.

‘It’s no problem. It’s my job,’ he explained simply. ‘Now, do you suspect the intruder is still here?’

‘I honestly don’t know.’

‘And where have you been located since you phoned us?’

‘I’ve been hiding out in the bathroom,’ admitted Anna, pointing straight down the corridor, towards the white door at the end. The detective pulled a baton out, extended it and raised it high.

‘In which case, I’d like you to return there and lock yourself in, while I conduct a thorough sweep of the property,’ he explained. ‘Now, if you’ll stay behind me, we’ll walk there together now.’

With a nod, Anna did as she’d been requested, hyper-aware of the breadth of his shoulders and general power of the man, as she walked close behind him. There was a faint but delicious aroma too, which made Anna’s mind drift towards long, warm, relaxing summer days and even longer, hotter nights. The guy was beyond tempting.

Not expecting to be locked back in the bathroom again, fortunately this time, her incarceration didn’t last long. During the time she waited, Anna dared to glance at her appearance in the mirror over the sink, instantly feeling aghast at what she saw. Good God! Relocating the candlestick on the counter, she made some desperate attempts to repair the damage. Calmly, she tried to silently reassure herself that a flushed face and wild hair was acceptable, when one had suffered a frightening ordeal. Within a very short time, there was a gentle knock at the door.

‘You’re safe to come out now,’ said those deep, dreamy tones that she was already becoming addicted to. One thing Anna knew for sure was that she wanted to see this detective again, by fair means or foul. ‘Your home is quite safe,’ he added with a small nod, when Anna opened the bathroom door again.

‘Oh, thank you. But it’s not actually my home,’ smiled Anna, starting to feel her normal self once more, now she knew she was safe.

‘It isn’t?’ he asked, a set of adorable lines appearing across his wrinkled brow.

‘No. I’m just trying to sell it on behalf of the owner…I’m an estate agent.’

‘Ah. Got it.’

‘You said you were off duty? Might I offer you a drink? A cup of tea, perhaps?’ suggested Anna, deciding to make the most of the situation which had presented itself. The worst he could do was say no. But, to her great surprise and delight, that wasn’t the officer’s response.

‘Actually, that would be great, thanks,’ he smiled. ‘Let me just radio in, to confirm everything’s okay here, to stop the masses descending.’

While her handsome guest walked back up the hallway to undertake his duties, Anna scuttled into the kitchen. Having boiled the kettle, she placed a number of extra-chocolatey biscuits onto a plate. Strictly, they were supposed to be for clients, but the two of them more than deserved one, after recent events. Indeed, if she had access to a bottle of wine, that would be opened right now instead. Within a few minutes, the detective had joined Anna in the sitting room, to enjoy a well-earned brew. Having consumed a biscuit and a sip of steaming tea, Anna once again found herself the focus of a certain blue-eyed man’s sexy gaze.

‘I’m afraid I do need to take a few details from you,’ he explained, pulling a notepad and pen out of his jacket pocket.

‘No problem at all.’

Anna then found herself being run through a set of standard questions; name, address, date of birth, company of employment, name of the property owner. Fairly mundane stuff.

‘And do you know if this property has CCTV?’ he enquired.

‘I don’t believe so,’ replied Anna thoughtfully. ‘But just to be clear, I’m not looking to try and pursue this guy or press charges. It’s not like he did anything other than scare the shit out of me! In fact, I got the impression he was probably homeless. I called the police because I just needed to be safe.’

‘Well, not pressing charges is your prerogative, Ma’am,’ explained the detective.

‘Anna…please,’ she replied, softly.

‘Anna,’ he repeated, as they looked intently at each other for longer than was strictly necessary.

‘And what should I call you?’ she asked. Her pulse was beating in her ears once again, but this time, for entirely different reasons.

‘Detective Sergeant Conway?’ he suggested, his lips twitching in amusement.

‘Ah, it’s like that, is it?’ chuckled Anna. ‘Fair enough.’ Following another long eye meet, the officer finally relented.

‘James,’ he admitted simply. ‘Jamie to my friends.’

‘Jamie it Pendik Escort is then,’ she grinned, very purposefully attempting to place herself into the friends category.

‘Actually, this meeting is rather fortuitous,’ he explained. ‘I’m looking to buy a place myself, but thanks to work keeping me busy, I haven’t had time to make any enquiries yet.’

‘Perhaps I can assist you?’

‘Perhaps you can,’ he agreed, returning her smile.

‘My turn to take a few details now, then?’ she suggested, grabbing her own notepad. ‘What did you have in mind?’

‘Something that makes me feel comforted, happy and secure,’ he sighed, placing his cup onto the coffee table and relaxing back into the sofa. ‘But it still needs to be hot.’

‘We’re talking about a residence here, right?’ laughed Anna, aware that this conversation had the potential to swiftly become risqué. She could hardly wait.

‘Perhaps,’ he admitted. ‘Fine, I’ll be serious. A three-bed detached house with a small garden, within ten miles of this area would be ideal.’

‘Three-bed?’ she repeated. ‘Are you married?’

‘No,’ he confirmed, amusement evident in his tone. ‘Why? Is there some unwritten rule I’m not aware of, that limits the amount of bedrooms a single man can own?’

‘Not at all,’ replied Anna, delighted at the shift in their conversation and very willing to join in with any frivolity. ‘You’re allowed as many bedrooms as you wish!’

‘How about you? Are you single?’ Jamie asked, once again fixing her with that killer stare which Anna knew would have her signing up to just about anything he requested.

‘Is that question pertinent to the inquiry, Officer?’ she teased.

‘Perhaps not the inquiry,’ he conceded. ‘But it’s certainly a pertinent question.’

‘I’m single,’ laughed Anna, feeling a flood of adrenaline rock her body.

‘Mmmmm, good.’

‘How is that possibly good?’

‘You know exactly why that’s good,’ Jamie replied, his voice suddenly sounding very authoritative. ‘Don’t play games with me.’

Anna rolled her lower lip between her teeth, feeling like a reprimanded child. As they looked deep into each other’s souls, no words were exchanged. But equally, no words were required either; their joint hunger was quite evident. At last, Anna could bear the intensity no longer; the first to drop her eyes, she quickly became aware of a red flush spreading across her face. But, as she recovered, a spark of inspiration hit her. Looking thoughtful, she dared to glance back at Jamie, a smile spreading across her features.

‘You know, I might have just the property for you!’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ she nodded, starting to scribble down an address. ‘Are you available tonight for a viewing?’

‘I could certainly make myself available,’ he admitted. ‘If it’s worth my while?’

‘I guarantee it will be worth your while,’ retorted Anna impishly. She was highly aware that their conversation had taken another sexual turn, but decided to blame it on the adrenaline which was making her act that way. She wasn’t normally this provocative in real life.

‘The property would have to be a hot one, though,’ he added, pressing the point.

‘I don’t think you’ll be disappointed,’ she confirmed. ‘Alas, in the meantime, I unfortunately have to get back to work. I have another viewing.’

‘No rest for the wicked, huh?’ observed Jamie, the glint in his eye suggesting that Anna wasn’t the only one of them who had the potential to be wicked.

‘Something like that,’ she agreed. ‘Until tonight?’

‘Until tonight,’ he confirmed, before exiting the property with a nod of his head.

***

Anna honestly did try her best to concentrate on work for the remainder of that day, but it proved very difficult. All she could think about was her tall, handsome God of a police officer whom she was due to see again later that same day. Her panic moved up an additional notch by the time she returned home, as she anxiously scurried around, trying to ensure that both she and her property looked good enough to catch the gorgeous detective’s attention. When the doorbell eventually rang, Anna honestly thought her heart might fail her. Taking a steadying breath which was so deep, it made her even more lightheaded, she glanced at her watch as she approached the front door. He was right on time, thank God. She honestly didn’t think her nerves could have held out much longer.

Pulling open the front door, the breath was ripped from Anna’s lungs, as she gazed into the wicked blue eyes of her visitor. Dressed in a casual shirt and chinos, the man looked even better than he had earlier that day, if that were even possible. And he smelt divine. For far too long, they simply gazed at each other across the threshold, greedily drinking in the sights.

‘G…good evening,’ Anna stuttered slightly, holding out her hand. Apparently, extreme arousal mixed with a huge dollop of apprehension turned her into an ultra-formal host.

‘Good evening,’ Jamie grinned, taking her hand Mutlukent Escort confidently to shake it. The instant skin touched skin for the first time, an explosion of sensation erupted in Anna’s body, emptying her mind of all thoughts and making her pussy clench hard. Although, going by the subtle shifts in Jamie’s demeanour, she wasn’t the only one impacted.

‘Please do come in,’ offered Anna, unwillingly releasing Jamie’s hand and stepping back to allow him access.

‘Thank you. Mmmm, something smells delicious,’ he observed, sniffing the air appreciatively. Anna assumed he was referring to the scent of beef bourguignon currently filtering its way through the house, but from the way he was gazing hungrily at her, she couldn’t be entirely sure. Although, in all honesty, she was happy with either eventuality.

‘It’s your dinner…if you want it?’ she replied, a light blush spreading across her face when she realised how her offer could be misinterpreted.

‘I want it,’ he confirmed assuredly, before Anna had a chance to backtrack. ‘So, this is your place, huh?’ Jamie observed, a teasing note in his deep timbre. ‘Have you dared to lull me here under false pretences?’

‘Not at all!’ objected Anna, never afraid to stand up for herself. ‘My neighbour’s property is for sale, but I couldn’t get you a viewing tonight. However, my home is exactly the same spec and location. So I thought you could get an idea as to whether you’re interested and, if so, we can organise to see next door another time.

‘Oh, I’m interested,’ Jamie confirmed with a smirk. ‘I can assure you of that.’

‘Right, um, good,’ murmured Anna, feeling a little overwhelmed. You could already cut the sexual tension between them with a knife. ‘Would you like a drink?’

‘Sure. What have you got there?’ he asked, nodding towards her glass which was sitting on an adjacent table.

‘Gin and tonic…for the nerves,’ she admitted with a resigned shrug.

‘My favourite,’ he enthused. ‘I’d love one. And there’s no need to be nervous. I don’t bite,’ Jamie explained. ‘Unless you want me to, of course?’

With a gasp, Anna instantly turned away, this time aware of a deep flush spreading across her neck and face. With shaking hands she fixed his drink, not rushing, in order to afford herself ample time to recover. The guy was dynamite and she certainly wasn’t afraid of causing some fireworks tonight.

‘So, you wouldn’t mind me becoming your next-door neighbour then?’ enquired Jamie in a faux innocent voice. ‘Popping around to borrow a cup of sugar once in a while, perhaps?’

‘I could think of worse things,’ admitted Anna with a smile. Recovered enough, she turned to face him, handing his drink over as she did.

‘Me too,’ he agreed. ‘And this is certainly a very pleasant property.’

‘Thank you,’ breathed Anna, pleased to navigate their conversation onto more solid ground. ‘In which case, let me show you around.’

***

Having toured the ground floor of her home, Anna opened the back door and led Jamie out onto the back lawn. Her garden wasn’t enormous, but quite large enough to enjoy during the warmer months and ignore during the winter. To one side, the house which was actually up for sale was just visible. Jamie glanced up at it, studying carefully.

‘Are you sure you wouldn’t mind if I became your neighbour?’ he murmured, his eyes focussed on the roof, as he tried to ascertain its quality.

‘Well, the neighbourhood has been going downhill recently, so why not compound the problem?’ Anna joked. Such a daring comment caused Jamie’s full attention to be directed back onto her.

‘Cheeky,’ he observed, a single eyebrow rising. The sight made Anna want to reach out and touch him; the guy was utterly addictive, and make no mistake about it.

‘Always,’ she shrugged, trying to pretend she was equally confident, but actually trembling inside. The sexual tension between them seemed set on a endlessly upward trajectory, with no sign that it might slow down soon. Quite unexpectedly, Jamie stepped closer until his mouth was just inches from her ear.

‘I know an excellent remedy for that,’ he whispered, before strolling back inside the house, Anna hot on his heels.

‘Would you like me to show you upstairs now?’ she asked, as he stood in the kitchen, regarding her closely. ‘Or shall we eat first?’ In all honesty, she hoped he chose the latter option because given the way various pots and pans were furiously bubbling, dinner was ready right now.

‘My appetite is certainly building,’ he smiled. ‘So I’m quite happy to eat now.’

***

‘You know, it’s very lucky this meeting wasn’t arranged under false pretences,’ observed Jamie, as he helped clear away their plates after a delicious meal. ‘I wouldn’t want to have to arrest you for a crime…not when we’re enjoying such a pleasant evening.’

‘I…um…’ stuttered Anna, quite overwhelmed by the thought of being placed in handcuffs by the delectable detective. Purposefully, she pushed such an incendiary thought from her head. ‘Are you ready for a tour of the upstairs now?’

With a smile, Jamie nodded, causing the butterflies which had previously been quite active enough in her tummy, to act as though they were suddenly attending a drug-induced rave.

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Over the next few days, Lisa’s mind toyed with the idea of having Mark fuck her, without letting her boyfriend know about it. What could she do, to get Mark to do her, and yet, not have it feel like she was cheating on David? She knew that Mark would be all over her, the “casual” mention of a three-way by David had not gone unnoticed, she knew who had originally brought up that question.

After a couple of days of running it over in her mind, she had it. She thought carefully about it, yes, that would satisfy both her lustful desire and yet, in her mind, make it less like cheating. David had to go out of town for the weekend. Her Aunt and Uncle, although they liked David, would not allow an unmarried 18-year-old girl to go out of town with her 18-year-old boyfriend. Lisa set Friday night at the time, she could make the move on Mark then.

Her body was feeling the surge, her 12th-grade classes on Friday just seemed to drag on.

*****

Mark was horny as hell that Friday morning. He’d awakened late, and hadn’t been able to enjoy his morning stroke session. He could feel the cum filled balls, his cock aching for the usual morning “happy ending.” His second morning period was a spare, thank god, he’d duck into the restroom, and stroke it out there.

Heading down the back stairwell to his locker, he bumped into one of the school’s bookworms, Sarah Masterson. He’d noticed her in just a passing manner, straight hair parted in the middle, big glasses, a plain face that you wouldn’t remember, a real school nerd look. He stepped back a pace, was getting set to mumble a quick pardon me, then he felt her hand reach down, and caress the bulge of his cock through his jeans. He was momentarily struck dumb, but his cock did all the talking, iron-hard, his balls full, needing release.

“I may be a nerd, but I know how to fuck. Wanna find out right now, big boy? I’ll give you the best fuck you ever had if you can keep your mouth shut about it.”

He’d looked into her face, the big glasses were gone, replaced with contact lenses. Her hair had been styled into a bob, instead of just straight and long, it really suited her face. Seeing the changes, and the hungry lust in her eyes, the face fired up with a glow of passion, all of a sudden, she didn’t look so unremarkable. He’d nodded, and she led him into the school auditorium, up on the stage, and behind the curtains.

There was a pile of gym mats against the back wall, she led him over and stripped naked while he watched. Mark noticed how nice she was put together. Orange-sized boobs, a nice curvy waist, a sparse, wispy bush of pubic hair the same Tuzla Escort chestnut color as her head, and long, shapely legs. She quickly stripped Mark and pushed him gently back onto the mats.

“I love riding, just like a cowgirl, let me mount up, and ride your nice, big cock!”

Mark stretched out, and enjoyed the view of her swinging into position, ready to mount him. She squatted over him, her hands around his cock, sliding her pussy lips slowly up and down his length, his cock felt like an iron bar. She moved up a little further, and Mark felt her lining up the head of his prick with the soft, buttery folds of her pussy.

“Oh, yeah, let me have it, I’m going to fuck you good, I want you to fill my burning cunt, I want to feel your prick exploding and squirting wildly inside me, filling my horny cunt with a huge load of hot spunk! Fuck me NOW!”

Mark was amazed, the buttoned-down high school nerd was actually a horny high school slut in heat, he grunted with pleasure, as Sarah, with a smile of desire, then mounted him, sliding her tight pussy down the length of his cock. She groaned with pleasure as she impaled herself, taking him in balls deep. Mark groaned with pleasure also, from the snug feel, god, she was so wet, furnace hot with a grip that was out of the world. Her walls wrapped around his cock like a tight velvet-lined glove. Fired up, she rode him hard, Mark did his best to make it last, but he couldn’t hold out against that throbbing, milking pull. The tight grip of her inner sheath sucked at him, urging him to shoot deep into her. Mark gamely held out for 2 minutes, then he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Mark grunted, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m cumming!” and he bucked up hard into her, his cock squirting inside her fiery hot tunnel, pumping a fountain of thick, hot spunk upwards into her eager teen cunt, the milking action sucking up every drop his cock could pump into her. Exhausted for the moment, she lay forward onto him.

Mark had been hoping he would have been able to last, make it as good for her as it was for him, so she would be able to cum too, he didn’t want to leave her unsatisfied. Fortunately, Sarah was ready, she lifted herself up back up, still squatting over him, and smiled down at him.

“Umm, that was a nice warm-up, but I’m not done with you yet, Mark Whitcomb!”

She lifted her pelvis up until just his head was in, then she turned around, and slid back down. Now with Sarah in a reverse cowgirl position, Mark felt the pronounced ridges of her pussy and suddenly they started to ripple, as she began a rhythmic squeezing action in her cunt, stroking Gebze Escort his cock. His erection, which had just started to abate, quickly took notice and surged back. Mark was amazed, he’d had sex with 6 girls, and none of them had shown this kind of hot, pussy stroking action. He wondered if all women could do it, or was it just certain girls.

Sarah smiled, she’d learned this from her Mom. Her Mom’s sex talk was very informative, no holds barred. Knowing that her daughter would sooner or later be having sex, her Mom explained how to make her pussy ripple and stroke, and she’d never be left with a limp cock, leaving her unsatisfied. Sarah had learned well, so far, 4 guys had enjoyed the stroking grip, her hungry pussy had gotten the hot orgasms she needed, it certainly worked well on horny teenage boys. She loved the fact that she could bring a cock back up without even having him pull out, and she could get her satisfaction. She began to undulate, her body swaying back and forth, then forward and backward, side to side, then circling her hips.

Mmmm, oh yes, she could feel the renewed hardness lodged against her cervix, ready for a second go-round. She began to raise her hips up and down, slowly fucking his cock, ohhh, that felt so good.

Mark looked at her naked back, riding him in a reverse cowgirl. He could see the sexy moons of that ass, going up and down, mmmm, her school clothes had kept it hidden, but damn, now he could see what a hot shapely ass she had. He looked closer, she had a tattoo on her left ass cheek, damn. It was Tinkerbell, but not Disney’s style of Tinkerbell. This was one hot version, the tattoo was squatting, her ass to his view clad in a tight green thong. Above the waist, the tattoo turned towards him, her naked breasts bare and perky, and the classic Tinkerbell head. The expression of lust that the tattoo artist had inked his creation with was amazing, it looked like Tinkerbell as an overheated slut. Damn, the 12th-grade nerd was full of hot, horny surprises.

The hot, juicy tightness of Sarah’s pussy swallowed his cock over and over, and he felt his cum pouring out between thrusts, holy fuck, he’d really filled her up, as he felt the mingled juices soaking his prick, his balls were coated with a thick wet blanket of cum, her moans, and cries of pleasure reaching his ears.

“Fuck me, oh yes fuck me, damn it feels so good, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she gasped. “Yes, oh fuck yes, I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m cumming, fuck, oh yes, YES!”

Mark felt the ridges stroking at him, again with those rippling milking waves. He was building up a load, and Sarah Aydınlı Escort was glad to take advantage of it. She quickly crested to a second orgasm, the backstage was filled with her crying out that she was cumming, and for Mark to keep fucking her, as her pussy scrubbed eagerly at him in the grip of a third orgasm.

Mark felt his cum rise up, as Sarah crested to a fourth orgasm, she reached down, grabbed his cum coated nuts, and grunted, “Oh yeah, cum with me baby, cum inside me, cream my horny cunt!”

The feel of her hands on his balls took him over, he growled, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna blow, FUCK!”

His prick exploded, and as Sarah’s cries and howls of orgasm surrounded them, he bucked up hard, burying his prick, squirting a fresh load of hot, thick cream upwards, the hungry milking again sucking every drop out of him.

She turned around, keeping his cock inside her, then dropped forwards onto him, her pussy still pulsing, and they lay quietly together for a few minutes. His fresh load drained out of her and added to the huge load all over his cock and balls. When they uncoupled, Mark used his undershirt to mop away all the cum, god, what an embarrassment that would be if it showed through his jeans, wet and sticky as hell. He rolled it up and stashed it in an empty pocket of his backpack. He watched as Sarah took a towel from her backpack, and mopped away all the mess between her thighs, then slid a tampon between her pussy lips.

Sarah saw him watching, gave him a horny grin, and wiggled her hips as she pulled up her panties. His eyes took it in, she purred as she felt the thong nestle tightly against the tight rim of her ass hole. Having the thin strip of her thong between her cheeks made her ass hole all tight and twitchy, and it made her hot as hell.

“Isn’t it nice, that we both have the second period as a spare? Umm, you are a great fuck Mark, would you like to do this regularly? Like every school day?” she finished with a giggle.

Mark replied, “Oh yeah Sarah, god, you certainly did give me the best fuck of my life!”

They left backstage, and Sarah cooed, “Same time Monday, stud!”

Mark watched the awesome ass cheeks wiggling as she walked away. Back at his locker, he plucked out the T-shirt and hung it up between the hooks, so it could air dry. He made a mental note to bring a towel in his backpack every day, and to not stoke off the meat on a school-day morning. Having a hot, horny 18-year-old who knows how to throw a fine fuck like that sure topped the ”right-handed mistress.” He had a huge smile on his face, all of a sudden, there was an excellent reason to look forward to a school day. Just remembering the hot way his cock had been ridden, was going to be awesome masturbatory fodder for the non-school days.

He got his stuff ready for the next class, not knowing that his day of hot fucking was not done yet

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I was stunned. Yewande. After how many years? I didn’t know whether to hug her or just be casual, even though my heart was running laps in my chest. It was like a door to my past had been flung open. The last time I saw this girl was the day I invited her to my dad’s birthday. I remembered the betrayal I felt that night; her voice over the phone when she called me to apologize during my service year and how I told her to never call me again. All that was more than five years ago and in one fell swoop, it all came back. All these thoughts flooded my mind for a few seconds before I came back to reality.

“Yewande…” I uttered.

“Dimeji…is it really you?” she said. Her eyes were wide as saucers. I didn’t know whether to hug her or play cool. I decided on the latter in order not to betray my feelings.

“Yewande…” The armless, plunging V-neck African print jumpsuit she wore adorned her beautiful curves. A sharp glint of light reflected off the pendant of her necklace and drew my eyes to the inviting bulge of her smooth cleavage. A nice shade of red stained her wet lips. I felt my heart strings tug.

“I see you guys have met. You did not even wait to be introduced,” I heard Iffy say as she walked up to where we stood near the table.

“Wait…you mean she’s your friend you wanted to introduce me to?” I asked in disbelief.

“DJ is the guy you were telling me about?” Yewande asked almost at the same time.

Iffy looked confused. “Dimeji? Yes, he’s the one I told you about. Do you know him?” She kept looking back and forth between the two of us.

“Of course, I know him…”

“Wait a minute, you said her name was Olaide…” I blurted.

“Yes, her name is Olaide,” Iffy replied. I turned to Yewande, who just smiled back.

“How do you know her?”

“We attended the same university back home in Nigeria. I was…she was like a sister to me,” I said.

“Ahh,” Iffy replied, her head nodding up and down with suspicious interest etched all over her face, “well then, it makes things easier for me. I’ll let you two catch up,” she smiled and left. I turned to Yewande.

“Olaide?” I asked, confused. Then it clicked. Her names was Olaide. Her middle name. I just didn’t remember because she seldom used it and everyone called her Yewande back home. I led her back to our table. I pull out a chair for her and she sat down ever so elegantly.

It was true. She oozed class. I won’t lie, I was slightly intimidated. This was a different Yewande from the one I knew so many years ago. She looked entirely different. Her aura portrayed more sophistication and style. She seemed more mature. I was tempted several times in the course of the night to caress her glowing skin, but I controlled myself. I did not know how she would react to me. Those old feelings I had buried long ago started to resurface.

Finally, the party began to wind down. Very satisfied guests started to leave. Yewande…Olaide…informed me she was calling it a night. I saw her off to the car park where an Uber ride waited. I opened the door for her.

“It was nice seeing you again Yewande,” I said.

She smiled, and memories flooded back again.

“It was nice seeing you again too Dimeji,” she responded.

I hesitated, then gave her a small hug. I felt the slightest of tenseness from her. I quickly took a step back and she got in.

“I hope to see you again sometimes…maybe catch up over coffee?”

She stared at me for a moment. “Maybe,” she responded. I closed the door and watched the glow of the tail-lights as the car drove out of the parking lot. It was only then did I realize that I hadn’t asked for her number.

A couple of days later, Iffy called me at work, demanding to know how it went with Olaide…Yetunde, I mean. I told her it went quite well. She kept pushing for more information, but I told her nothing out of the ordinary happened. I just explained that I knew her way back in university, and she was just a younger sister to me. She then asked me what I thought about her. I told her she did describe her perfectly, and she would make a good girlfriend for someone, but sadly that person was not me. Iffy yelled and hollered at me over the phone, saying she could not believe what I was telling her. She was literally carving an easy path to the girl’s heart for me, and here I was balking at the opportunity. I didn’t want to tell her about everything that had happened between us in the past, so I told her I was sorry, but not interested. I did not want to dwell on those memories any more than I already had in the past day or two. For the first time, Iffy cursed me out.

In all honesty, Yewande was the last person I expected to reappear from my past, and it threw me off balance a bit I must admit. She still had that cute baby face, but she seemed much more beautiful, refined, and poised. At least, those were the few things I could decipher in the few hours we spent at the party. She really did not talk much, only telling me she had been in Canada for about a year and was about halfway through her graduate program. Iffy was her Maltepe Escort course mate and they hung out together either in her parents’ house or mostly at her apartment. She did not tell me where she stayed, and I did not want to push for more information, being that we just met after such a long time.

The following weekend, Charles and I decided to play a round or two of tennis. We had this “bet” going on between us where we each bet a hundred dollars on a game of three. Whoever won two games would put the hundred dollars into the pot. At the end of the year, we would then share the combined amount equally, regardless of who put in more money. We had these games every other Saturday depending on our schedule. That Saturday, I drove over to his place to pick him up for the game. When I got to his door, tennis racket in hand and bag slung over my shoulder, he told me the girls were on their way. They wanted to join us in the game. I saw no problem with that arrangement.

About ten minutes later, we heard a car pull up outside and then a loud horn. I followed Charles out of the house and stopped briefly in my tracks. Behind the wheel of the gleaming Ford Explorer was Iffy. Sitting beside her in the passenger seat was none other than Yewande. Iffy yelled my name and waved frantically. I greeted her back, telling her she looked swell behind the wheel of her ride. I said hi to Yewande, and she responded with a smile and small nod. The two girls bundled themselves to the back and we guys took the front seats, with Charles driving.

We arrived at the club about an hour later. At first, we paired up with we boys against the girls. It was soon evident that they did not know how to play as much as we did. After a while, Iffy complained about us cheating, and suggested we paired up guy-girl. She switched places with me, and Yewande became my partner.

At first we lost two serves. Then I strictly began to target Iffy with the ball. Charles knew what I was trying to do, but each time Iffy, being the strong-headed girl she was, wanted to do it her way. I let Yewande have a go at her as well, and soon she began to loosen up and have fun. Each time she ran after the ball, I caught glimpse of her white boy shorts under the tennis skirt she had on. She moved elegantly, and after about an hour or so, we finally called it a game. Yewande and I had won by two games to one. She squealed in delight and gave me a hug, which caught me a bit by surprise. The way she jumped up and down as she hugged me, I almost saw that little girl of so many years ago. That brief body contact triggered my mind, and I wanted to hold her even closer. I quickly cleared my mind and dropped my hand which I realized I had rested on her lower back just above her skirt.

We decided to have a few drinks after we had freshened up, so we all headed to the bar. I was not much of a drinker, so I ordered a Corona. Charles got a few bottles of his Heineken, while the girls each took a Pink Lady. The alcohol loosened their tongues, and soon both girls were giggling. None of us had eaten anything since breakfast, so the effect of the drinks on empty stomachs was quite more pronounced. We ordered a few bites which we consumed with our drinks

Much later, we all called it a great day. I had to drive as I only drank one bottle in accordance to my strict policy to drinking. Charles had taken like five bottles. Iffy was smashed. She had drunk about three glasses of the stuff. The only other person who seemed a bit okay was Yewande. I could tell she was tipsy, but she was not out of sorts.

I finally pulled up to Charles’ place around seven. I deposited my gear into the trunk of my Lexus. I told Charles we would see at work. Iffy stumbled into the house. She was really drunk. I turned to Yewande, who stood there looking at her friend as she disappeared into the house. I asked her if she needed a ride home. She hesitated at first, then nodded. She dropped her gear on the back seat and hopped in beside me.

The drive was quite nice. I guess the alcohol made her relax, as she was much freer with me this time around. I glanced over at her profile as we chatted; her hair blowing gently in the breeze coming in the window, her slim arms, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, down to her smooth laps. I only gave her brief looks so as not to make her aware I was checking her out. She did really look good.

It took me about forty-five minutes to get to her place — a small community not far from a university (which she later told me was where she attended). She had fallen silent along the way, and I saw she had dozed off. I drove to the front of her building and parked at the entrance. I looked at her a few more moments, taking in her features again before I gently shook her. She started, and looked around before composing herself. She thanked me for the ride. For some reason, she did not get down immediately. Her hand lingered on the door handle. I reached over and patted her shoulder, and told her it was nice seeing her again. She smiled back at me. I hesitated a bit, and Cevizli Escort then with my heart in my mouth, I asked for her number. I told her I would like to meet up with her sometimes and catch up. She looked at me for a long time, without a smile nor frown. I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn’t have, but she then smiled briefly. She opened her hand, and I placed my phone in her palm. She dialled her digits, making sure it rang before handing the phone back to me.

“Call me some time,” she said. She grabbed hear gear from the back seat, smiled at me once more, before getting down and jogging up the stairs into her apartment complex.

I waited the customary two to three days before I called her. She was pleased to speak to me, and we chatted for some time. I asked her if she would like us to meet up somewhere, and she said yes. We met up at a café near her school.

That’s how we spent the next couple of months. Over that time, I found out this was a different Yewande from the one I knew in school, the one I took care of, the one who “betrayed” me for my brother. She was more matured, more thoughtful, and much calmer, but the playful one I had loved back then still lurked somewhere in there. She sometimes came along to the tennis games with Iffy, who seemed pleased to see us hanging out together. I always told her we were just friends and nothing more. But there were times when I wanted to touch her, caress her face, and I realized those old feelings were beginning to re-emerge. I had to keep them in check; I did not want to betray my true emotions. Even though many years had passed, it was still Yewande – the same Yewande who betrayed me so many years ago. Several times I could feel her disappointment whenever I wanted to touch her, to hold her and I pulled away. I know she wanted me to, and it pained her to see me hesitate.

One night, things came to a head. I had invited her to dinner at an expensive restaurant that evening. Why I decided to still amazes me till today. Maybe I was just trying to impress her, maybe I wanted to see how she still felt about me, maybe I just wanted to see her glow, which she did. She looked exceptionally beautiful and elegant in her simple black dress that evening, and I was sorely tempted to take her in my arms and kiss her.

The dinner went very well. She was clearly impressed. She fit right in to the environment. Our conversation flowed easily over dinner. The look in her eyes told me a lot that night; she was happy to be with me again. She took a few pictures of us on her phone, and I could see the happiness written on her face. For the first time, that little girl I loved came out.

We walked to the car after dinner, and when we got there, she turned to me. I knew she expected me to take her in my arms and kiss her, I could see that clearly in her eyes. My hand left her side and caressed her face. I traced her delicate jawline with my fingers. God knows I wanted to kiss her that night, but that image kept playing in my mind. She sensed my hesitation and just like that, the moment passed.

“Seven years, and you still haven’t forgiven me,” she said sadly.

“I’m sorry,” I replied. I opened the door for her and she got in.

The drive to her place was full of silence. I tried to lighten the mood, but she just stared out of the window at the passing buildings. I eventually gave up and faced the road. We pulled up at the entrance of her building some time later.

“Thanks for taking me to dinner,” she said and opened the door.

“Yewande…”, but she had already got out and shut the door. I stared after her as she walked up the driveway and entered the house without once looking back.

I did not see her for the next three weeks. I called several times, but each time her phone went straight to voicemail. Her status and profile picture disappeared from her WhatsApp and I knew she had blocked me. I decided to give her time to come around, if she ever did decide to.

Then very early one Sunday morning, she reappeared. The insistent ringing of the doorbell woke me up. Who could possibly be at my door this early? It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet. I tried to ignore it, but the persistent ringing finally got on my nerves. I jumped out of bed, cursing under my breath with a vow to give whoever it was a piece of my mind.

I peered through the peephole and the sleep immediately cleared from my eyes. I unlocked the door, and Yewande in her grey Hello Kitty sweat shirt and pants barged past me without a single word. Her hair was dishevelled and I could detect a strong whiff of alcohol as she walked past me into the living room. She stood in the middle of the room, and after looking around for a few seconds, turned to face me. Her face was a mess. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she wobbled a bit. Clearly, she was drunk. It was unlike her to drink, and that was the first time I ever saw her plastered like she was.

“Yewande,” I started in surprise, “Wha-what’s wrong? You’ve been drinking! When did you start getting drunk like this?”

“Y-you made me like thish,” she Atalar Escort said, her body swaying a bit from side to side. I quickly moved forward and grabbed her before she tripped over the table in her path.

“Yewande, why?”

She started crying. “Why are…you are so mean to me…” She began to heave and hurl, and I quickly led her to the bathroom. At the door she retched, and the entire contents of her stomach came gushing out of her mouth with explosive force. The strong reek of alcohol permeated the air. She fell to her knees and bent over the toilet bowl. Tears, snot and vomit spilled out of her eyes, nose and mouth. I rubbed her back gently as she puked her guts out in forceful eruptions. She finally exhausted herself and collapsed beside the toilet, a grimace of pain on her face. I lifted her up and pulled her to the sink, where she rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash and washed her face. Her sweatshirt was soaked with vomit. She looked a mess.

“How much have you been drinking?” I asked. I flushed the toilet and pushed her gently out to the sitting room. “And why were you drinking in the first place?”

“You caushed all of it…I don’t drink a lot…you caushed it…”

I heaved a sigh. “You clearly cannot hold your alcohol. How much did you drink?”

“Two bottlesh.”

“Of what?”

“Shtella Rosha Pink(Stella Rosa Pink)…”

“And you’re smashed like this?”

“Lee-me joor…” I helped her pull the soaked and smelly sweatshirt off her. She only had a simple camisole underneath. Her breasts jutted out invitingly and bulged against the fabric. Her nipples threatened to poke holes in the cloth. My hands itched in eagerness, but I controlled them and kept them in place.

“Are you feeling better? Is your stomach now stable?” I asked.

She nodded slowly, and grimaced. She could hardly stand, and I had to catch her again as she almost toppled over. I half carried, half dragged her to the spare bedroom. She lay on the bed and I covered her up with the duvet.

“Try and get some sleep. We will talk when you are in a better state.”

She looked up at me with her blurred gaze. Her eyes drooped a bit and she tried to get them to focus. I smoothened away a lock of hair that had covered her face.

“Don’t leave me…” she murmured, her eyes slowly closing.

My heart skipped a beat. “Rest a bit,” I said and left the room.

——————–

After I tucked her in, I tried to go back to sleep but found that I could not. I laid in bed staring at my phone for about an hour before I got up at around eight.

Over the course of the morning and early afternoon I checked in on her, but she slept soundly and did not stir. I guess she was very exhausted. I watched a few soccer matches, ate, washed and dried her soiled sweatshirt, and at some point, drove to the grocery store to pick a few things. It was not until around four o’clock that I heard the door to the room she was in slowly open. I was settled in front of the TV with my laptop within reach, and I peered over my shoulder as she padded her way to the sitting room. Her hair was strewn all over the place, and her eyes were worn and bloodshot. At least she was stable on her feet.

“Welcome back from the land of the dead-drunk,” I teased her.

She just murmured and plopped herself down on the second sofa adjacent to me.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Like shit…” she replied woozily.

I laughed at her response, to which she glared at me. “Are you down for some food? I prepared something for you.”

“I don’t think my tummy can hold any food right now.”

“Okay, at least drink something.” I got up and went to the fridge to pour her a glass of grape juice. I brought along some pain killers for the headache I was sure she suffered from. She swallowed the pills and drank from the glass.

“So what possessed you to drink that much? It’s unlike you,” I asked.

Yewande rubbed her temple. She was clearly hung over.

“I’ll get you something to eat. It will help with your headache.”

“I’m not hungry…”

“Yewande,” I towered over her, “you have to eat, even if it’s a little. You drank on an empty stomach. That is bad. You need some food in your system.”

She just groaned and leaned back. I walked to the kitchen and warmed some of the spaghetti and shrimp sauce I had prepared earlier in the day. I brought it to her and set it on the stool beside her.

“Eat.”

She peered at the food, sniffed it a bit, and took a few bites. I returned to my seat and watched her as she slowly ate. She finally pushed the empty plate away. I smiled at her.

“So, you did finish it eventually.”

She just muttered, and I laughed and focused my attention on the TV. For the next ten or so minutes, we did not say anything. I finally decided to ask her what was on my mind.

“What possessed you to do that to yourself Yewande?” I asked.

She had laid her head on the back of the sofa, and her attention was on the TV screen. She stared at me like she had no idea what I was talking about. I waited for her to respond, but when it was not forthcoming, I turned back to what I was doing. I was not going to force anything out of her, I told myself. She’s the one who came back. When she’s ready she’ll talk. Another half hour went by before she finally sat up.

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You are traveling for work. It is okay you like your job. You get to meet so many interesting people. As you stand around a man approaches you. He leans in.

“You look bored my dear.” He says with a smile.

You turn to look at him. He is just your type. He is wearing a suit that showed his physique just perfect.

You nervously laugh and then clear your throat. “No I am having a great time. How are you?”

I am good but me and a few of the talent are going out to a techno club after this meet and greet would you like to come.

You find your head already saying yes before you can get the words past your lips. He pulls out a business card that just has his number. He set’s down the card and writes down the address.

“Hope to see you there” He says with a wink.

You walk back to the rest of your group ask if they wanted to go. Everyone else was partied out and just wanted to go back to the room. You were too high in the rush of what happened so you decide to take a cab and check it out.

When you step out of the cab you can hear the music from outside. The place looks packed as you walk up you begin to wonder if this was the right thing to do. Just then you see him. He is standing talking to the bouncer. He hands him what looks to be a wad of cash. He raises his head and sees you. He waves you over to him. He kinda do a trot over to his location. He leans in and kisses you on the cheek.

“Glad you could make it.” he says as he leads you in.

You were right the place was packed. You start to head towards the dance floor. He takes your hand. Oh I got us a better spot. He starts to lead you to the stairway that has 2 security guards. He just whispers a word into one of their Ataşehir Escort ears. Then you are waved through. He takes you up to the balcony there is another dance floor up here just enough people to make it exciting but not too many to be super crowd. He sets his jacket over the chair. The urge to dance overwhelms you as you look over this man. He comes up to you.

He leans in again. “Are you ready for this?”

He pulls you close to his body. You follow the lead and begin dancing hard against his pants. You can feel that he is getting hard. This makes you more and more determined to get this guy out of these clothes. You turn around and begin to grind his legs as you give him the best “Fuck me eyes” you can.

It doesn’t take long for him to realize what you need. He puts his arm around your waste. Picks up his jacket and leads you to a back room. There is nothing but a couch in here and he pulls you in close as he closes the door. With one quick motion he moves you to the wall. He grabs your arm and puts it above your head pinning you tight. You knees start to get week. But he is holding you so tight you just hang there by his arm. As he passionately leans in to kiss you with aggression. He takes his free grabs you by the neck and raises your chin up kissing you harder before turning your head and kissing down your neck.

He takes the hand that is choking you and begins to feel down your body. His strong hands send shivers down your body as he makes his way to the bottom of your skirt he begins to trail his hand up your thigh. He hadn’t noticed that you were wearing any underwear. You had taken them off in the cab.

As he discovers your exposed pussy his hand begins to part your Anadolu Yakası Escort pussy lips. As he does you can feel the wetness rush down you leg. He finds your clit like he has been with you 100 times. He begins with a nice slow rotation and he gets faster and faster as he is pinning you against the wall. He then takes his hands away. I takes his wet finger and puts it to your lips. You begin to suck on his finger. He pulls down slightly on your mouth and puts another finger in. He begins to finger your mouth. After his fingers are nice and lubed up he pulls them out of your mouth. He lowers his hand and inserts his large fingers in your dripping wet pussy. He does it with strength and grace. Almost picking you up with each thrust of his manly fingers. He keeps moving them in and out. In and out. With his thumb he finds your clit and rubs while still pumping his fingers deep inside. You begin to quake with orgasm as you break his grip and collapse into him from the orgasm.

You push him over to the couch. You get on your knees in front of him.

“My turn.” You say as you begin to unbutton his pants.

Looks like you aren’t the only one going to commando tonight. His member flops up as you lower the Zipper. With a few licks of lips you begin to kiss the top of his massive head. You open your lips and slip your tongue out. You begin to take the engulfed cock into your mouth. It fills you and you begin to relax your throat. You try to get as much down as you can. You begin to go faster as you try to get farther and farther down his massive cock. He takes his hand and wraps your hair in his fingers. Before placing his hand on the back you your head. He gives you just enough time Kartal Escort to realize his is about to push it all in. He forcefully lowers your head you feel his cock in the bottom of your throat he keeps you down there until you force your self help and you cough with a gage as you come up. You use the extra liquid and coat his cock before he forces your head down again. This time not too hard as he begins to pump his cock and begins to fuck your mouth. You let him take all control as you begin to move your tongue around in your mouth giving him a great feel. After a minute of this he lifts your head up by your hair. He guides your face to his as he kiss you again.

He releases your hair and begins to pick you up by your waist. He lifts you up and flips you on to the couch kissing you while doing it. He then turns you around so your gorgeous ass. Is facing him. Still dripping wet he inserts his cock into your pussy. You can feel his tight grip as each finger is pulling you hard on his cock. He begins to pump you harder and harder. You can feel every vein in his cock as it buries deeper and deeper into you. He take one hand off and reaches up to your shoulders. Pulling you even further down his pounding cock. You moan louder and louder as he drives farther and farther into you. You begin to get close to organism you take one of your hands and reach down to your click. Rubbing harder and harder until you start to cum all over his cock this send him into his orgasm. He begins to pull out but you push yourself back. As he explodes cum into you. You feel the warm satisfaction drip out of you as he pulls his cock out. He offers your his handkerchief from his jacket. You face him as you clean up. Letting him see the good fucking orgasm he gave you. You lower your skirt and he puts back on his pants. You leave the club. He tells the taxi to take him to his hotel and asks if you would like round 2. You nod your head in agreement. Besides he doesn’t know you are staying at that same hotel.

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My name is Mark Roberts, I took a class at our local college to help me with my international business several years ago. The business was something small at the time, then one day my life completely changed because of a chance encounter with a wonderful red head while running to my class.

I took this class online, that way I could work at home while still being able to work on my job. I got a message that it was mandatory to be in the classroom the following day. Well, nothing like advanced warning, I thought to myself.

Because I had never been to class itself, a teacher drew me a map to help me find it. I found the building I continued to run and turned the last corner and crash, books everywhere.

I ran into the back of this beautiful redhead; she went to the floor with her books flying. She landed on her breast; I ran up to her to ensure she was ok.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’m sure am glad for landing devises.” She giggled.

I turned to gather our books wondering what she meant, I can be very slow at times. Then it hit me and I turned, she was holding her breast and I notice her skirt was above her fabulous rear. As she turned, she was rubbing her left breast. Now I could see her thong and her untrimmed bush on the edges.

“I’m sorry miss, but your skirt has risen, and I don’t feel right adjusting it, unless you need me to?”

“A gentlemen and a peeping tom. Would you please?”

“May I help you up?”

“One moment please, I think you burst my implant.”

“Your what?

“You never heard of breast implants?”

“Yes, but you don’t have them.”

“How do you know”

“I guess I don’t, yours just look perfect.” She laughed, “And again how would you know they are still covered.” She laughed, “I’m sorry I’m joking.”

“Is this how you get a woman to show you, her goods?”

“No, I usually just walk up and ask if she minds if I check her oil?”

“Her Oil? You better have a good dipstick.” She laughs and I help her up.

“Seriously are you ok, I’ll drive you to a hospital or my home, which is closer.”

She asked for her books, but I said I would carry them for her.

“Wouldn’t you be late for class then?”

“Helping a damsel in distress is the right thing to do, especially when I made her that damsel in distress.”

She laughed and smiled at me.

“Well, if you can get me safely to my class I would be honored.”

“So, you take your course online?”

“Yes, I run a small business, and the class helps me.”

“And what class might that be?”

“Advanced Financial Accounting and Reporting.”

“Sounds like a boring class”

“No, I enjoy it. I had to be here today to meet the instructor and get our final project.”

“You’ve never seen or met the professor? Did you look at my books by chance?”

“No, I never paid attention to the screen. I just did my work and then homework.”

“That’s very interesting, what did you think of his or her voice?”

“To be honest, I don’t remember if it’s a female or male.”

“The professor must be pretty boring then.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

She laughed as we walked toward the classrooms, I was holding her books and listening to her talk, while she held her tit.

“You know if that is getting to be tiresome, I’ll take over and you can carry our books?”

She smiled at me, “I think I can handle both now, this is our class. Would you mind going in first so I can adjust a few things. By the way did you look at my books at anytime?”

“Sorry I didn’t, I was a little distracted.” She blushed I walked in.

I take a seat up front and then watch her walk to the podium, I hide my face in my arms.

“Good Afternoon class, I see a few new faces today, good to see, for those that didn’t make it well, they failed the class, I’ve learned many of you online students may not know who your professor is, my name is Alice Parents you may call me Alice.”

“A new face up front, please stand and introduce yourself.”

“Name is Roberts, Mark Roberts.” Everyone laughed because of the James Bond voice I attempted to use.

“Well Mr. Bond, would you mind staying after I dismiss the class.” The sounds coming from everyone had me get up and take a bow. “Sorry Alice,”

“You may call me Miss Parents.” Laughter was even louder now; I was beat and I laughed with them.

“Okay, if Mr. Roberts is done, I would like you all to come up take your folder when I call your name, return tomorrow with your plan of attack. Just be sure to watch hallway corners when running out of here, class dismissed when you get your folder.”

I sat waiting for my name, it was never called. As students walked by me, they laughed and congratulated me for messing up on my first day in class, a couple students handed me their numbers.

When everyone had picked up their folders, I knew I was in trouble, Alice walked over to me and had a seat. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. She sat down and I looked at her.

“I’m sorry I ran into you today”

“Are you really? I’m not”

“I may have a sore tit for a while but it could have Ataşehir Escort been worse. I held you back because you were such a gentlemen helping me. I know you looked me over while you slowly adjusted my skirt That was very special and I had to talk to you about it. What did you think of seeing me spread open like that?”

“At first I was more worried you may have been hurt seriously. Then when I looked over and I noticed your skirt had blown over your lovely rear-end, I wanted to feel those round cheeks of yours, and seeing all that red bush was hot.”

“You like a lot of hair on a woman’s bush?”

“Yes, I do very much. Should we be talking like this, you are my Professor I would hate for you to get in trouble.”

“It’s the last class down an empty hall and thanks to the silver dome in the hallways I can see if anyone is coming, by the way they have them in every hallway.”

I laughed and looked up at the dome then back to her, “I told you I don’t pay much attention at times.”

“Mark, would you like to go out for dinner tonight, I liked to learn more about you, and it would be ok, because I would be bringing you your project you forgot to grab.”

“See, I’m always messing up, I knew I had to pick up that project.” I smiled and looked at her again, “Did you realize you have blue eyes, and I have green.”

“You do pay attention if you want to.”

“Of course,”

“Ok, what color thong am I wearing?”

“White, with Blue lines, Very pretty by the way.”

“Why don’t you give me your address and phone number I’ll pick you up at 6.”

I looked in my bag, no paper. “Let me find a scrap paper in the garbage.”

“Don’t bother” She reaches up her skirt and pulls off her thong.

“Let me see if you can put your address and phone number on this.”

She hands me her thong; it is soaking wet. I smell it, looked at her. “You smell very delicious, like fresh Apple Pie.”

“Wow, hurry up and give me your address.” She was laughing no way can he write on those as wet as they are.

I reached into my bag and pull out a permanent marker,

Alice, I buried her head in her hands this time. I looked at it and smiled.

“Would you put these back on me so I don’t lose your address.”

“Yes ma’am,”

She walks to the door she closes it and locks it.

She opens my fly and pulls out my cock. She looks once more, takes it all in and smiles, yes six it is.”

I look down, went to say something.

“I meant the time I will pick you up.”

“I can’t wait to see how red on red looks.” She lifts her left leg, then her right so I can get her thong back on. As I got closer, I started shaking.

Alice laughed, “So now you’re nervous as you get closer?”

“I smile, then lift her skirt, putting her skirt on my head, I smell her bush, instant erection. I licked her pussy pull my head out from under her skirt. Pull up her thong. She kisses me. “So how do I taste to you?”

I couldn’t answer, it was so amazing. She kissed my dick, adjusted herself

“I’ll see you at six Mr. Roberts, next time don’t forget your project.”

Wednesday Evening.

When I got home, I was very happy I was such a neat freak. I had stopped on my way to buy us an assorted take out from our Fine Chinese Restaurant. Their food is the best they all great me and welcomed me back as I ordered four dinners for two. They thanked me and told me they hope I have a nice party. I smiled and said thanks.

I had wine on the table food in the oven to stay warm. I then took a shower and then went and poured some wine. Before I took a sip the doorbell rings. I opened the door and there Alice is, with her hair down. It was long enough to cover her ass.

“Welcome, I decided I should protect your reputation, and made dinner for you here. Hope you like Chinese?”

Alice, steps in and I close the door. She looks around: “Wow dinner smells great, almost as good as the Sweet and Sour Chicken from Top Wong.”

I smile “I take it you have been there; I love their food. Now I know what you like.”

“May I ask a question?’

“Of Course, do you ever ask a lady if you can take her jacket when she enters?”

“I would have but you’re not wearing a jacket?”

“Well, how about my sweater?”

I can do that if you wish, by the way I love your slippers.”

“Thank you, the sweater unzips from the back, would you mind?”

I reach for her zipper, pull it down slowly and I lift it forward for her to take, she turns around holding it to her.

“Would you take it and hang it up?” When I took it, I dropped it, in front of me are two beautiful globes. She had no blouse or bra on. I picked up the sweater and hung it up, when I turned around, she was completely naked.

“Mark, I am just guessing here, but you don’t wish to go out for dinner. do you”

“Alice, I plan on you for dinner.” I pull her to me and we start kissing, same time she is ripping off my shirt and pulling down my pants. I have never held a kiss while my pants are being torn away from me. We walked to the couch and she giggled as I pushed her back. I Anadolu Yakası Escort had my right hand on her breast, and left hand on her butt.

“Mark, All day long all I have thought of was sex with you and what was it about you that got me all heated up, we don’t know each other, but I feel safe with you, and right now I would really like to feel you inside me.”

“My pleasure” I look down and look back up smiling at her, I kiss her again, as I place my cock at her entrance, she was soaked. I slid right into her.

“Oh, you feel better than I had hoped, you’re wonderful Alice, just perfect.”

“You’ve been thinking of me like this also?”

“Oh yes, very much so.”

Alice, My eyes lit up, with tears. I have never been complimented while having sex, not like I have had a lot. But that gave me a rush both physical and sexual.

I looked into Alice’s Eyes, I smiled as she seemed to go into overdrive, she lifted herself and started to meet my thrust in her. I thought I was going to cum.

“Something strange is happening, something I have never felt before, I can’t explain it, I feel like I’m being pushed out.”

And I was Alice had gotten so excited her orgasm was increase 10-fold, and she screamed as a stream of liquid like a water house escaped her, hitting me, in the chest. She was shaking and breathing funny. I never seen a woman squirt other than on a porn, and nothing like this. She started to relax and I entered her again, I pump hard, I feared she was going to pass out or something. Then she looked at me and smiled.

I was in light speed as I unloaded in her. When I finished, I laid on her gently and kissed her like a mad man.

“Mark roll over please,” We’re not done yet. She took my cock into her mouth and without looking at me she suck me hard and dry, I had cum again and she got a little taste of me.

“Can I lay on you, I would love to feel our glorious bodies together. She laid on me and was kissing me all over. I had both hands on a very soft and smooth ass. I want to search her body, see every inch. But I got hard again. I have never been able to get three erections in a day.

“Is that normal for you having another erection? I’m going to enjoy this before you go to sleep. “

Alice takes my head slides me back into her, then she stops, “I need a picture of this, Two redheads making love, it is beautiful seeing this, I’m brighter red, you’re closer to orange. Did I tell you I love oranges.”

She sat up and rode me hard, and I fully enjoyed watching her breast bounce and jiggle as she moved on me. I didn’t think I would cum, but she smiled at me, as she held my nuts in her hand. She was massaging them. Then she laughed looking at me.

“You’re about to cum again, I love it.” She bounced hard on me and was so gentle with my nuts. But she was right I felt the boiling in them and I came. This time it was enough for her to enough playing with it.

“I’m going to stand up if that is ok, I would like your cum to fall out on you.”

“This should be fun,”

“Trust me, you will enjoy it.” I watched my cum slide out, two big globs, then some trickle. I didn’t know I had so much in me. She turned around bent her knee now I could see her pussy. Then she licked the area and then took and licked my dick clean. Meanwhile I’m looking at her pussy. I grab her hips and slide her over on my stomach. I take a finger from each hand and explore her.

There is so much bush, it leads down to her anus. I just play with it for a few seconds, then I moved it all aside so I could see her lips. They looked like two closed doors with the little slit in the middle. Yet on bottom of that slit was a very large ball, and lots of liquid running out, I laughed when I realized I was looking at her upside down.. I took the two fingers and opened those doors. I was shocked how pink and sweet she was. The smell was over whelming, I had to taste her right away. I kept her open so I could watch my tongue, go through and around, it was pure joy.

I was as hard as a rock again and she was sucking me, that obviously added to the adventure I was on.

I moved my fingers to her swollen clit. It was bright red. I touched it with my tongue, I hear a mellow moan, so I continue, until I couldn’t help but lick her faster, the more she sucked the more I licked. Then I just bit her clit. She came so fast; I couldn’t get out of the way. Her cum went up my nose, I was chocking on it. But I kept licking her clit. I felt I was going to cum, and at same time coughing. She started to laugh, and that was an error, I came all over her face, as she did mine. We both just laid still, I didn’t move my hands because her bush was just breathtaking.

I pulled her bush a little so it touched my nose. I wanted to eat her again. But dinner was waiting. I slide out of under her, she still had my cock in her mouth. She was sound asleep. Dinner can wait, I like this position.

I was touching her breast to see if it was hurt from earlier, and sure enough there was a bruise on her left breast.

She released my cock. “Don’t worry about the Kadıköy Escort bruise, by the time we are done there could be more.” She smiled as she sat up on me. We kissed some more. “I smell food, I also smell sex. So, food first.

“I’ll get the dinner ready if you would get cleaned up, not sure how but you’re drenched. I watched her bend over and pull-out dinner. “You’re standing there watching me bend over, aren’t you?”

“Yup”

“Do I look good from there?”

“Nope.”

“She pulls out dinner, sets it on the stove, “I don’t?”

“Nope, you look like dinner could wait another hour.”

“That isn’t going to happen Mr. Roberts, I need some food to build my strength up for another round before I have to go. So go shower you stink.”

I laugh as I walk away. I turn on the shower, and I rush to get clean when I feel her hands on me. She takes the towel and washes me, then hands it to me to wash her.

“No fooling around, just wash me.”

I wash her down, and I am just amazed. “Alice, I am so happy you are here. You are a beautiful woman, there isn’t anything I don’t love when I talk or look at you.”

I take the shower nozzle to spray off the body wash. I put it back and turn off the water. I pull out to heated towels.

“I’ve never seen anything like this. We dried off then went downstairs naked. We ate and we talked, it was now nine PM, we cleaned up, put food away and then looked at each other. She took my hands into hers. She kissed me nicely.

“Mark since the second I looked into your eyes, which I would like you to know were looking elsewhere. I knew I had to be with you, there is something about you I just love. Maybe a lot of different things.”

“In my defense the only reason I was looking at your beautiful red bush was because I was concerned. I didn’t want some other guy coming around the corner and seeing it.”

“In your defense? We both laughed.

“Would you like a glass of wine?”

“No, I had the one with dinner, do you have Coke or Pepsi?”

I walked to the fridge, pull out both. She points to the Pepsi. I get her a glass, and ice. Pour in some Pepsi. Ask it she would like to join me on the back porch. We head out and I hold a chair for her, then I sit next to her.

“Mark how do you know if anyone can or can’t see us?”

“The windows are special, you can’t see in, even if the lights are on. But if I push this button, it clears the window so the sun can come in. It’s also soundproof, better than in the house.”

“It is?”

Before I could speak, she was on my lap, and she had my cock in her hand guiding it into her. “Have you ever seen a women stand and have sex?”

“No never.” I had no idea what she meant.

She stood up, and then lowered herself taking all of me into her. Then she started to move up and down while standing.

“We need a video camera for this, that is so exciting to watch.”

“Do you like watching my breast? or maybe my pussy sucking you in and out? Or maybe just my red bush?”

I reached up, and placed my hand on her stomach, it was like a six pack, she was in wonderful physical shape. Better than I was. She was now up and down so fast I was holding her hips. She was tearing up and I could feel her getting tight. Here we go again. She screamed as she stood straight, her orgasm hitting every part of me. She was shaking and lost her balance I held her tight placing her on my chest.

“You know Mark I love being able to squirt, and it feels so fulfilling. But Forget to ask you what you thought? Is it ok with you.?”

“Until you, I have never seen anyone squirt, so it is a new adventure for me. I love how it taste, feels and your reaction to it. So yes, I like it. I feel good knowing you are that comfortable with me.”

“Do you know you’re still erect, can’t have you unfulfilled, may I give you a blow job?

“May I enjoy your vagina while you do?”

We went to my room, we laid down, and she started right away. I once again just explored at first.

“May I ask why you are just looking at me?”

“This reminds me of Willy Wonka and the first part with the Chocolate river, I want to see everything, taste everything eat everything. I want to enjoy all of this beautiful garden.”

She smiled, than took me back into her mouth. She would wiggle every once in an awhile. I felt I was in heaven. I spread her legs some more so I could see her anus,

I laughed at all the hair around it, I played with it, twirling it. My fingers were soaked, so I stuck one in her anus a little. She wiggled her but. I took that as a yes. So, I took my index and middle finger and starter to go in and out of her. I was waiting for a bad smell, but it never came. Good. I then put another two inside her pussy, this action had her bucking like a bronco, she had several orgasms, then I was shocked again, I came. Never in my life did I think I could do that.

“Lets hit the shower again.”

“We went in and played around soaping each other up, when the water was ready, I pulled it over us and we hugged while we rinsed, then she turned around it took forever to rinse. She was facing the shower, while I was kissing her. The hot water was gone, she got hit with fresh cold water, I turned it off fast, but she was shaking, I picked her up, carried her to my bed, wrapped us in a blanket and fell on the bed, She was laughing the hole way down.

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