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Monika closed the door after her three girl friends had left for their respective rooms. The session with the two black strippers was something she had never experiences in her life. It was intense, arousing and even disturbing to her, whether she had been unfaithful to her future husband.

The opening of the presents had calmed her down a little. She had received a number of naughty presents from her friends. Among them were some naughty lingerie, vibrating penis rings, KY jelly and a pair of stilettos that had extra long heels. Ones those strippers would wear.

Now that everyone was gone she was ready to get comfortable. She went to the bathroom took of her dress and inspected herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. The black panties and the lift bra showed her to be well endowed. She was sure that her husband would love her for her body. Many men had in the past commented about her butt. She gathered her lose hair and put a ponytail. It made her face look even more youthful and even a little vulnerable.

Monika moved to the bed, where all the presents were sprawled over. She touched the lacy lingerie and enjoyed the feel. The bra had a little slit in the front as did the panties. She touched the fabric to her body and enjoyed the caress.

At an impulse, she reached back and unclipped her bra and let it fall to the ground. She reached down the side of her panties and stood naked. The cool air of the night touched his nipples and hardened them further. The sound of waves brought the wonderful realization where she was and why.

She placed the naughty bra on her breast, locked the hook and the back and placed the shoulder string in place. Pulled the flimsy panties between her legs and pulled them up her crotch. The turned to inspect herself in the mirror in the room and wondered how sluttish she appeared.

Next she inspected the stilettos, rolled her finger over the long thin heels. She even caressed the point end over her body. Felt good. Very soon she had the pair on her feet. She gingerly stood up. Not used to such high heels she almost lost her balance. She started some walking practice up and down the room as if it was a ramp. Her ample hips swayed with each step.

A knock on the door startled her. She was not expecting anyone but she was sure that it would be one of the girls. She swung the door open.

Trevon and Morris were standing in front with smile on their face.

“Sorry for disturbing you miss Monika.” Apologized Morris.

Monika did not know how to react to the situation. She knew she was inappropriately dressed. But also having seen these men a little while ago in a naked state made her feel a little appropriate.

“Yes..?” She inquired.

“I believe I dropped my cell phone in your room. Did you find it?”

“No.”

“Would you mind, if we looked for it real quick. Sorry for being a bother.”

Monica wanted to say no to their request. She wanted a little time to get herself a little proper.

But before she could say anything, Morris pushed her gently and made their way inside. Trevon followed him in. Monika hurried to persuade them to leave and let the door go. Like all hotel doors this one to shut itself quickly behind her.

The men while looking for the mobile phone were also eyeing Monika. The conservative and coy Monika was looking like a stripper herself. The hard nipples and the aureoles were visible through the thin fabric of the bra. The high heels gave her a hookers look and the ponytail made the face of the Indian woman vulnerable.

“Do you know Monika. You look hot!!” Exclaimed Morris.

She decided to keep quiet.

“Look at her butt.” It was Trevon’s turn to comment.

“Monika. Would you like to dance the butt with me.”

“You should be leaving.” Said Monika. This was getting little beyond what she was able to tolerate.

Morris taking a no for an answer started to dance. The sensuous dance he was so good at. He had changed into a tee-shirt and jeans, his lithe body moved sexily with each gesture. The slow but deliberate movements were too difficult for Monika to keep her eyes off.

“Come on Monika. Dance with me.”

Monika stood tall in the center of the room with Morris in front of him. In the meanwhile, Trevon had started back the music system. They bahis forum were both dancing with Trevon behind Monika.

She was not sure where this was going. She was stumped and stood centered in the room.

Morris held both her hands and coaxed her to move his movement. She budged step. He kept at her producing some movement.

“You are dancing great in those heels.”

“uh huh.”

“You look sexy.” He said. Tightening his hold on her.

Monika knew that she was looking sluttish and was provoking these men. She should get this stopped.

That moment Trevon who was dancing behind her, moved close to her and caught her sides. His dark hands were touching her bare skin. The touch caused goose bumps and sent a shiver up her spine. The thinking side of her pushed back on Trevon and breaks lose.

“Please leave me alone. I do not want to dance.” Monika wanted to stop at that time.

Monika’s nipples were not poking out of her bra. Creating a shape with her small nipples. She had started to get wet and the juices were starting to leak out. They had started to wet her panties. In the black color the small wet patch was still not visible.

Trevon grabbed Monika tighter then before and then pulled her back towards him. Her panties covered hips were now touching Trevon’s pelvis. She felt the rough fabric of denim touch her and then she felt the hardness poke her. Having witnessed it earlier in the evening she was sure what it was.

“You have a great body, Monika.” Whispered Trevon. Speaking for the first time.

“Can you feel me?” He whispered again.

“No.” She countered.

Now he was deliberately grinding his pelvis to her rear.

“No. Please let me go.”

“Why? You do not want to us again?” Said Morris. “You were so eager to see us earlier.

“No. Please. I do not want to see you again.”

He reached out and touched her nipples that were hard and were protruding.

“What lovely nipples. Why are they so hard?” He pinched her nipple.

“Pleasse..No. This is not right.” She cried.

Trevon was caressing her sides and was dry grinding her hind.

“You want to see my black cock.. don’t you?” asked Morris.

“Nooo.”

Monika’s panties were very wet and a large patch was starting to emerge.

Morris opened his belt and pull down his pants. He had changed from the Speedo earlier to briefs below. The tent there was noticeable. He then placed Monika’s right hand over his tent.

“You want him, don’t you? Say yes.” Morris demanded.

“No. No way.” The obstinate in her cried.

Morris pulled down his briefs and placed her hand straight on his cock and pressed.

“Please. I cannot do this. I am about to be married.”

Monika was totally wet. The juices were trickling down here thighs, beyond her skimpy panties.

“Come on. You are drowning with juices. You want to be fucked.”

He reached down into her crotch and placed the palm of his hand. The juices oozed on to his hand.

“You are flooding. Tell me you don’t want to be fucked?”

“Let me go. This is for my hubby.”

Contrary to her words she tightened her grip on Morris’s cock. Morris shoved a finger inside the slit in the panties and felt her nicely shaven pussy that was swollen with desire. He moved the finger around to find the slit.

At that moment she felt some hard skin touch her crack. Apparently Trevon had taken off his pants and exposed his enormous cock.

“Okay Monika. This is your last turn. Nod your head if you want it. We are leaving otherwise.”

Monika who was moaning aloud cried.

“Noooo.” And she was nodding her head. Her moans went on uninterrupted.

“She nodded.” Shouted Trevon from behind.

Morris with a swift move grabbed the flimsy panties and ripped it off her pelvis. She was now standing in the center of the room with her Slittetos and the ponytail. The slutty bra was hardly any modesty. Trevon moved his hand over her breasts and gave it a tight squeeze. Monika yelped in pleasure.

Trevon unhooked her flimsy garment and flung it to the ground.

“Look at this bitch. What big ass she carries.”

“I think she loves a black cock.”

“Tell me Monika. You love a black cock?”

“Yesss.” She affirmed her desire for them for the first time.

Both the men quickly lost all their clothing and were as naked as she was.

For the first time she looked at their cocks with uninhibited desire. The black circumcised cocks were dark with purple scar streaks.

Morris could fathom her line of sight. He pulled her close to him. Pushed her down on the knees, took her head and brought it to the cock.

“Suck the black cock. Will you.”

Monika could see the enormous cock at the closest quarters. The swollen animal was huge with a bulbous glans. There was no way she would be able to get this in her mouth.

“Suck me.”

She placed her lips over the tips and start a slow sucking action. She had at best the tip. The precum from the cock smeared on her lips. The musky man smell was overpowering.

This time instead of giving her instruction, he pushed her head toward himself. Her teeth grazed on the side of the cock, but her mouth was popped open and the cock was halfway in. The size of the cock had stretched her mouth to it extreme. She felt so full. The cock barely touched the inside of her throat. Any further thrust would make her choke.

Morris starts to move his pelvis. The cock moved in and out but at best only half of it went in. Monika was salivating profusely. The saliva was dripping down by the sides of mouth and dripping down some of them landing on her breasts.

“I want you to take all of me inside you.”

Monika shook her head as best she could. There was no way she could do that. She had never sucked a cock this big and even taken in all the way.

“Help me.” Said Morris to Trevon. They both carried Monika the bed and made her lie. The made her fall across the edge with her mouth facing the Morris’s cock. He entered one more time halfway and starting fucking her.

“Relax.” Morris shouted.

Trevon meanwhile straightened her face such that the throat was in a straight line. Monika knew that Morris wants her to take him in deep. She wanted to do it. She was always fascinated by the cock deep inside.

“OK?” He queried. She gave the slightest nod.

Morris increased the pressure. This time the cock touched the base of her throat and the reflex action kicked it. She pulled back coughing. The saliva all over her face and her outer throat.

She felt Trevon’s hands all over her caressing every part of her body. He touched her hard nipples. Squeezed her breasts. She felt his tongue over her body too. He was licking. And then she felt Trevon’s mouth on her bald pubic area. She knew that she had been wet all evening and still leaking. She pushed her pelvis to meet his mouth to her pussy.

Morris place his cock tip on her lips again. This time she positioned herself properly and tried to relax her herself. He pushed in with more success. The cock passed the base of her throat and she mouth was fully extended. She closed her eyes and start to feel the sensations.

And then as if the world came to an end. She felt a stab in her pelvis. She could not move her head to look down. But she knew that Trevon’s cock was trying to enter her. For a second she tried to evade being fucked but the animal instinct took over. She opened her legs wider to allow the giant cock, as it seemed to enter her.

Trevon pushed harder and move some.

Monika unable to move, just moaned. The woman in her would have said “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Morris now more confident start to move back and forth. Monika was cooperating and moving her head in tandem.

“You are so tight here. I bet you will be tighter down there.” Morris commented.

“You will not believe this. She is tight. Fucking tight.”

With every stroke from Trevon, Monika body was moving back and forth. It was hard to keep her mouth in one place for Morris. But she held him with both her arms. She was taking the cock deep inside her mouth as she could.

Morris began to move rapidly. Monika could feel the big cock getting even harder. The cock tip was tugging the top of her mouth. She could sense that he was near. She was still unsure whether to take him in her mouth.

Down below, Trevon had bent her legs and opened them wide. He was resting on his arms so not put his weight on her. But was moving rapidly. Monika could feel his cock like a piston move through her tight pussy. She was able to hear the sound of his slapping against her bald crotch. She could smell Morris’s musky smell. Her eyes were closed.

Even with her mouth full with Morris’s cock she was moaning. She was now frantically moving her crotch up to meet and tighten the contact with Trevon’s cock. A weird sensation was enveloping her one that she had not experience many times before.

She did not know where she was. She tightened her mouth. Morris’s strokes got shorter. The animal sounds of two black cocks fucking her were resounding throughout the room and melding with the ocean sounds.

“Monika.” Shouted Trevon.

“Mmmmm” Was all Monika could manage with her mouth full.

“I am about to come.” Trevon moaned from the distance

“What?” She takes the cock out for a moment.

“Can I come inside you?”

“What do you mean?”

Trevon went on pounding her.

“You are wetter then anyone I have ever fucked.”

“Then fuck me harder.” Monika cried. The pounding become incessant. The cock in her mouth kept her shut. And was plugging her deep.

“I am coming.” Came a trailing voice from Trevor.

“Come inside me. Fill my pussy.”

It seemed almost surreal. The sense of time was lost. Just the movement of two cocks with body fluids was the physical presence for Monika.

“Ahhhh.”

And then it erupted. She tightened up within herself. She felt the first wave of warm lava at the back of her mouth. And so did she felt Trevon cry out aloud and give her the biggest tug and she felt something fill her pussy. She had wrapped her legs around him which she now squeezed together as if wanting him to stop. Her own ecstasy was taking over

Morris’s next one was in her mouth. By instinct she pushed him back. The cock came out with a popping sound and the next thrust was on her face, on the upper lips. And the subsequent ones coming at slower pace smeared her on the nose, an eyelid and then her cheeks.

Morris was crying like a horse in pain, but kept pumping. Monika had almost passed out. Her eyes were closed and she lay limp on the bed. Her breathing was erratic and the moans still coming with each wave that she felt.

She had lost track of time. She felt fulfilled.

They all rolled down on the bed. Two black bodies interlinked with the Indian girl. Their legs intertwined. They all dozed off for a little.

It was a while when Monika felt Morris again play with his right nipple. She gently opened her eyes and found herself between the two black men. She shivered a little.

Her hand moved a little trying to fathom what was where. Her fingers accidently caressed one of the men. Apparently it was the same man who had touched her nipple. He pinched it again and she could sense it getting hard.

The little commotion made the other man to stir too. Monika could feel that she was being caressed elsewhere. This was a different set of hands. Very soon they were a mix of hands legs and body parts touching each other. She found herself holding a cock in her hand that quickly turned hard.

Morris came close to Monika and whispered. “One more time?”

“Uh huh.” Replied Monika. She tightened her hold on the pole that she was holding.

“Tell me.”

“I want it.”

“Want what?”

“Your black cock.” Monika replied.

“Where?”

“In my mouth and down there” She was blatant in what she wanted.

“Down where?”

“In my pussy.”

Trevon lost no time and position himself around her face and Morris open her legs.

“I am going to fuck your brain out.” Said Morris and he pushed himself inside her pussy raw with earlier fucking

“Fuck me. I want it”.

She now had two cock working in tandem. One in her mouth and other down there. The sound of the cocks moving and the emanating moans were filling the air. She was reaching out to take as much cock in her mouth as possible.

The end was quick and strong. The feeling of an impeding climax rose all over her as she pushed her hips hard to meet Morris in his crusade.

It was Monika who started the chain reaction. She froze with the climax engulfing her and then she felt her mouth fill up. Morris in quick succession gave her his strongest push and moaned aloud. They were all coming together again. Cum was overflowing from her mouth and trailing down her cheeks as she felt spurt after spurt enter deep inside her.

She felt herself to be complete.

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Chapter 6: … Easy Go

*****

There’s nothing worse than rolling over onto a full bladder before you’re ready to wake up. I groaned in sleepy protest, curled into the foetal position, told myself to just ignore it. It’d go away.

No such luck.

I eased gently from bed, as to not disturb Grady, and padded naked to the bathroom. As I relieved the pressure on my bladder, I thought back to the events of the previous evening. Getting stoned. Nothing new. Blowing Grady. Again, nothing new.

Blowing Grady in front of company. Licking said company’s cum from his thighs. Getting fucked right in front of his face.

All new.

Washing my hands, I studied my face in the mirror. Eyes crunchy and puffy from sleep. Skin a little blotchy. But still me. I hadn’t changed. I could sense something had, though. I had felt both empowered and enslaved last night. I gripped the edge of the sink and took a deep breath upon feeling my core quiver in memory.

Of Owen, his helpless response to Grady’s and my wanton display of lust. To his release in response to Grady’s own orgasm. At the unexpected sense of power I felt upon kissing Owen with a mouthful of Grady’s come.

I closed my eyes, reliving it all again, turning that quiver into a tremble.

I tip-toed back to bed, slipping in behind Grady. My nipples, hard from the cool morning, pressed into his back. I hooked a leg over his hip, wrapping the other around his chest.

“Hmmm…” he mumbled sleepily, bringing his hand up to intertwine our fingers. I rubbed my foot down his calf, brushed my lips along his shoulder. The contact made them tingle.

“You’re cold,” he murmured, tucking my hand under his armpit.

“So warm me up,” I whispered, easing my hand out from under him, trailing my fingertips over his stomach. I felt his belly quiver under my touch, smiled against his warm skin. His sharp intake of breath as I wrapped my hand around his morning erection made my sleepy smile spread.

He rubbed his ass back against my thighs as I lazily stroked his smooth, soft skin from root to tip. I circled my thumb around the sensitive glans before gently strumming his frenulum. His breath quickened and he lazily rocked into my hand.

I reached down to stroke his balls, enjoying the sensation of them tightening under my intrepid fingertips. I rubbed my wrist against the base of his cock as I cupped his balls, my middle finger extending forward to press against his taint.

Grady gasped, turned his face into the pillow and sighed heavily. I lifted my knee, angling my mons against his buttocks, rocking gently against his flesh, matching my gentle thrusts with the pressure of my finger.

“Fuck, Nika,” Grady breathed, his rocking hips growing more insistent. I moved my hand up over his stomach, pinched his nipple, and brought my middle finger to his lips. Grady greedily sucked my digit in his mouth, his fluffy morning tongue rolling around, coating me.

Propping myself up on an elbow, I lowered my face to his ear, tormenting with lips, teeth and tongue. He groaned as I moved my hand back to his cock, thicker and harder than before, then palming his balls and rubbing my wet finger again over his taint, sliding closer to his anus.

Grady brought a hand down and started to stroke his shaft while I manipulated his balls and massaged his sphincter. I continued to rub my public bone against his bum, spreading the warmth from my pussy to my belly.

“I want you,” I whispered huskily into his ear, sucking the lobe between my lips, giving him a hint of teeth. Grady rolled to his back, cock in hand, face creased in a grin, dark eyes heavy. I climbed atop him and he guided his cock to my slick opening. He rubbed just the tip of his dick through my moist folds, sucking in a breath as he felt my heat.

“Fuck, you’re hot, Nika baby,” he said, voice gravely from sleep.

“Uh huh,” I responded, holding him at my gaping hole and rolled my hips, taking him into me. I sat there, not moving, relishing in the sensation of his fullness. I practiced my pelvic floor exercises, holding and releasing my tight muscles, feeling the ache spread up my back, prickling the skin of my scalp.

I rubbed my hands over his shoulders, the hollow of his throat, traced a fingertip along his lips, over his nose and brows.

“You’re devilishly handsome, you know,” I said, leaning down to kiss him, combing a hand through his midnight messy curls. My tongue traced the shape of his mouth, tickling his top lip, then along his teeth. His hands dug into my hips, fingertips pressing into my flesh, as he tried to entice me to move. Grady thrust his hips, my cry of pleasure lost in his mouth.

I broke our kiss, resting my forehead against his, mersin escort rocked gently.

“Tease,” he breathed, hands moving down to cup my ass.

“Takes one to know one.” Playfully, I turned my attention to the warm caramel skin between his earlobe and shoulder. I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses there, giving him a hint of teeth. He let out a strangled sound, holding me down as he again bucked his hips.

I rested my face in the curve of his shoulder, gave him some pity, and rocked my pelvis back and forth, humping him gently. His cock moved inside me smoothly, easily, dozens of tiny pleasure points exploding, spreading from my core.

My thighs gripped his hips and I sat up tall, hands resting on his shoulders. I bit my lip as this fresh angle invited Grady to massage my g-spot. I continued to ride and rock slowly to extend the pleasure I was feeling in this sweet spot.

Grady gripped my hips, holding me still, as he sat up, a slight bend in his knees. His rough, calloused hands moved over my ribcage, the sensation making me suck in a breath, before he cupped my heavy breasts. He brought his face in close, wrapping his lips around my right nipple. His tongue circled the sensitive nub, gently tugging with his teeth.

The tempo of my gentle rocking gradually increased in response to the tightness I felt in my chest, nipples taut from Grady’s touch, bordering on the edge of pleasure and pain. Approaching delirium, I pressed my lips to his hair, hands fisted in thick, dark curls at the back of his neck, hips pistoning against his as I worked to spread the warmth pulsing from my pussy.

I pulled Grady’s head away from my chest and covered his mouth with mine, lips fused together, my tongue spearing in to tantalise his. Grady groaned into my mouth, his thigh muscles flexed under my bum. His fingers dug into the flesh around my hips, pulling me hard onto him once, twice.

“Yes, yes. Keep doing that baby,” I panted as I felt my orgasm approaching.

Grady slammed me down onto cock a third time, then stopped all movement. I groaned in frustration, resting my forehead on the crown of his head.

His lips rooted around my collarbone, down over the swell of my breasts, his teeth scraping along the sensitive side flesh. His soft lips move around to rub over my areola and nipple, his tongue extending to circle around my pink flesh.

“I want to feel Nika come on my cock just from this,” he whispered, the sound causing my skin to pebble in response. He sucked my right nipple into his mouth again, laved his flattened tongue against it, strumming over it. I raked my nails over his scalp, down his neck and up again, fisting there in his curls.

“Nika has awoken as a crazed slut this morning, Gray baby,” I said hoarsely, working my moist muscles around Grady’s cock, clenching and releasing. I fisted my hands in his hair to the same beat as my cunt, wanting him to tingle from head to toe.

“Mhmm,” he agreed, moving his face, his lips finding my pierced nipple, teeth gently tugging at my sensitive flesh. His sucking shot from nipple to cunt, and I clamped around him in response. He raised a hand to gently tug and twist the right, slick and slippery from his attention.

He increased the pressure of mouth and fingers, and I bucked forward in his lap, a restless need for movement rising within. I could tell this was having an effect on him; his thighs clenched hard beneath me, before releasing on a tremble, all in sequence with Nika’s firm, wet grip.

I rolled my hips, needing friction, nails digging in to the back of his neck, holding him close.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Hmmm,” he considered, the sound vibrating against the silver stud, the sensation sliding along my left side. Moaning loudly, I writhed in his lap, demanding more. He sucked my studded flesh hard, giving me a hint of teeth, teetering me on the edge of pain.

I dug my nails into his neck, tempted to pull his head back, but my body. My treacherous body was lost in this sensation. My pussy was slick and hot around his cock. And I could feel the heat rising. Surely he could, too?

“Grady. Please.”

He pulled back, my bereft nipple immediately missing being inside him. I looked down, both nipples elongated and wet. Pulsing. He tickled the tip of his tongue around each nipple, lifting those dark soulful eyes to my face.

“But I want to feel you to come like this,” he said again, playfully. And I was lost. He rolled my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, mouth engulfing the left again. I shifted to wrap my legs around him, crossing my ankles at the small of his back, hands fisted by his ears.

“Come for me, Nika baby,” he whispered around my skin. “Come all over my cock. Give it to me.”

And it was like Grady called to a deep, dark part of my psyche that only he knew. My pussy tightened around him, long waves of heat moving from nipple to cunt and back again. My thighs trembled with the effort to control my pleasure, my stomach jumping, each contraction pulling Grady into me.

“Please,” I whispered on a strangled moan, begging, pleading. I could hear the wet squelching of my contracting cunt, felt Grady’s ragged breath against my chest, and knew he was close, too.

I cried out, the pleasure in my breasts almost agonising, the pain burning hot and low inside me, my body tightening and clenching. My head rolled back on a low, guttural moan and I viced my legs around him, felt myself finally letting go, flooding my release into his lap. Pleasure consumed me, my entire body trembling, as Grady continued to suck and tug my nipples, my brain unable to focus on a single pleasure point.

Grady’s arms tightened around me, hands cupping my ass. He began to push and pull me onto his cock, extending my pleasure. I cried out again, this time in triumph.

“Yes. That’s it. Fucking take it. Use me to make yourself come.”

Grady buried is face between my breasts, my nails digging moon shaped crescents into his shoulders as I bucked hard, riding him through the storm he created. I felt myself approach another orgasm, remnants of my first still sparkling through my body. I pulled Grady’s head back and cover his mouth with mine, my cries of pleasure muffled against his lips. The sloppy, wet kiss reflected the sounds of sloppy wet sex that filled the room. Nika’s scent permeated the air.

I felt his body tense and stiffen under me. He slammed my hips down again and he let out a strangled groan. I buried my face in his neck as pleasure flew through my body, as I felt an intense heat invade my womb. His low groan danced into a moan of satisfaction as he emptied himself inside me.

I wrapped my arms around Grady’s neck and shoulders, rocking gently back and forth, easing us both down from delirium. He rubbed his hands up and down my sweaty back before cupping my ass in his big hands, holding me close as we continued to rub our sex together.

I rested my forehead against Grady’s, our ragged gasps mingling.

“Wow,” I said as I finally caught my breath.

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing his hands along my aching thighs. I unhooked my legs and Grady fell to his back, holding me to his still thundering chest.

I traced a fingertip over his features; the width of his forehead, the shape of his brow, the curvature of his nose and his soft, warm lips. They tipped up under my touch as I continued a lazy exploration of a face I knew so well. Loved so much.

“I love you, you know,” I said softly.

“I know,” he smiled, eyes closed.

I rubbed my lips against his shoulder, finding my courage.

“Last night, weirdly, made me love you even more.”

He popped open one eye, grinned. “You were so fucking sexy, Annika.”

Returning his grin, I curved in to his side, shifted my mapping focus to his chest. Watching my fingertips glide across his skin was easier to focus on.

“I felt sexy, and… helpless, and -“

Grady pushed up to an elbow at that. “What?” His face went to panic. “Annika, no. I didn’t want you to feel like that. I would never treat you like that, I -“

“Shhh.” I placed a fingertip to his lips, cuddled back into him. “Let me finish. I felt helpless, and it was exciting. Sexy. And under that sense of helplessness was…” I sucked in a breath. “Power. Liberation. Do you get what I mean?”

Grady rubbed a hand up and down my arm, pulling me close. I felt him nod against my shoulder. “I understand perfectly.”

I circled his nipple with my fingertip, gently scratching my nail over the hardened tip. Grady’s face was relaxed, a small smile softening his features. I swallowed hard, finding my courage.

“I’d like to do… that, something like that… again,” I whispered, lowering my gaze.

Grady’s arm froze on my shoulder and I held my breath. When he recommenced the gentle stroke along my skin, I sighed, felt my heart rattle against my chest.

“With Owen?” he asked, fingertips spreading out over my back ribs. My skin tingled at the contact.

“Not necessarily,” I whispered quietly.

“With Lucille?”

I pushed up to sit against the headboard, brought my knees to my chest.

“From what we’ve observed, I don’t think Lucille plays for both teams.”

Grady sat up too, our arms touching. “Yeah, that’s my way of thinking, too. But another woman?”

I turned my head, looked him square in the eye. “I’ve fantasies about us with another woman. One who submits to us. I’ve fantasies about being with Lucille. You know that. Of being with Lucille and her friends. With you and your friends.”

“Didn’t know about the last two,” Grady murmured, bumping his elbow into my ribs in a friendly manner.

I gave him a small smile. “Are you mad?”

He cupped the back of my neck, fingertips pressing into my skin, and brought my face close to his. He kissed me softly, lovingly, his tongue gently coaxing my lips apart.

“Not mad. Excited. You’re really wanting to explore your limits.”

I nodded, face flushed.

“But only with you.”

“And Lucille.”

I bit my lip. “But you’ll be privy to everything that happens there. You know that.”

He kissed the tip of my nose.

“Total transparency?”

“Of course. Trust is more important than monogamy.”

“I agree. But we still need some… boundaries?”

“Of course, baby. I don’t want to lose what I have with you,” I said softly. I could all but feel my heart lurch from my chest. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself under the blankets, but knew this was an important conversation to have.

He pulled us back down onto the bed, so we were on our sides facing each other, sharing a single pillow. I felt so vulnerable talking like this. But safe, too. And loved.

“I’m comfortable with you seeing women without me. If you meet someone who wants to play with both of us, great. But I’m okay with not being a direct part of it.”

I smiled.

“What is it you want with other men?” he asked, his arm stroking up and down my spine.

I swallowed, hard, lifted my eyes to his. We stared at each other in silence, and I realised he was feeling as vulnerable as me. I stroked a hand over his cheek.

“Kind of like what we did last night. I’d want you there, every time. For you to… control it, me, the situation, whatever. I could tell you were turned on seeing Owen want me, and his response to us.”

Grady took my hand, pressed the palm to his lips. “Only I get to come inside you.”

“Agreed.”

“And only I get to fuck your ass.”

I nodded. “Save some things to be special just for us.”

“That, and the fact that I took your anal virginity. I’m a little possessive there.”

I snuggled close. “I like that you’re possessive.”

He kissed the top of my head, breathed in the scent of my hair.

“But you can swallow them, if you want. I’ll leave that up to you. Other guys can come on you. Over your pussy, belly, tits. Especially if Owen’s there.” Grady smiled, wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. And Nika fisted hard in my belly, an image of Owen licking me clean forming in my head. A slow smile spread across my face.

“Fuck. Now that’s all I can think about.”

We smiled at each other, a sexy secret shared between us. I didn’t want to break the spell, but I had to ask.

“What about you with other women?”

Grady closed his eyes, took in a deep breath.

“I wouldn’t want you to come inside them. Or fuck their ass. I can be possessive, too.” Grady’s eyes flew open, molten chocolate. I smiled shyly and traced a finger along the bridge of his nose.

“I’d also like to watch,” I continued, drawing the shape of his mouth, recommitting it to memory. “Tell her what to do, what not to do. And then when she’s done, show her exactly what you can do to a woman with whom you have no limits.”

Grady pulled me close and I tasted desperation in his kiss. My hand moved over his jaw and up into his hair, fisting there as I matched him, need for need.

He rolled over, entered me with one smooth, slow thrust. We held each other close, my legs wrapped around his waist, drove each other mad with our sensuous, gentle love-making. I gripped him tight as I crested, one long wave of pleasure washing over me. Grady’s ragged breath in my ear signalled his pleasure in feeling me come, and he moaned my name as he let go, filled me with his love.

He rested with his head cushioned by my breasts, my fingertips idly playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. I felt we had reached a new level in our relationship, one we were both happy with, excited about. I smiled, kissed the top of his head.

“You’re heading to Sydney tonight, aren’t you?” I murmured, nails scratching down to his shoulder.

I felt Grady nod against my chest before he turned his face to kiss the side of my breast.

“Until Wednesday,” he said. He lifted his head, resting his stubbled chin between the valley of my breasts. “You should go see Lucille while I’m away.”

I blushed, bit my lip to supress the smile. “You think?”

“Yeah, I think,” he said, pushing up to give me a chaste kiss on the lips before rolling out of bed to shower.

I giggled, covering my face with a pillow, anticipating red wine and Jacuzzi bubbles at the end of a workday very, very soon.

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I’ve been friends with Bill and Stephanie for a long time. They are both friends of mine. I don’t consider Stephanie just “Bill’s wife.” She is just as much my friend as he is. Bill and Stephanie are full fledged swingers now. They have invited me into their bedroom one time in the past, and I continue to fantasize about possibilities in the future.

Stephanie and I have a relationship where we mostly communicate through text messaging on our cel phones. Lately, she has been texting me very little, but has told me that she and Bill have been arguing a lot. Apparently, the arguments have been very nasty. I hope they work out their problems, because they’ve only been married a short time, maybe 2 years at the most.

Anyway, Stephanie texted me the other day and asked if I knew anyone who had a treadmill or elliptical machine for sale. I have a treadmill that was given to me years ago, which just collects dust in my garage. So, I texted her back and let her know she can have mine.

“Awesome! How much do I owe you and when can I pick it up?”

I replied, “You can pick it up after 6pm. You don’t owe me anything, but I’ll accept sexual favors LOL.”

“I’ll let you know when I can pick it up and I’ll make good on those favors LOL.”

I got home that night at about 6pm. Shortly after, Stephanie texted me to let me know Bill was in class tonight and that she was on her way over to get the treadmill.

Stephanie knocked on my door about 7. She was wearing an old mechanics jumpsuit that was way too big for her, she had no make up on and her dirty blonde hair was up in a ponytail. I greeted her with a hug and told her to come inside while I put my shoes on.

Stephanie is an amazing looking woman and I’ve never seen her dressed down like this, but she was still so incredibly hot! We talked while I put my shoes on. While we talked, I tried to check her out without being too obvious. She’s 5-4, 105 lbs, long hair and green eyes. Stephanie has the most amazingly tight little body with big fake tits. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to look at since she was wearing that jumpsuit. But, having already seen what she looks like underneath that suit, my thoughts were getting me all wound up.

I finished tying my shoes and we both went out to my garage. We spent about 10 minutes standing in the garage, talking about her earlier text and the problems she’s been having with Bill. My experiences with Bill is that he is very hard headed and is sometimes difficult to deal with. Bill and I have been friends for such a long time that Stephanie feels she can talk to me about issues involving him.

I rolled the treadmill down the driveway and we both lifted it into the bed of Bill’s truck. I dusted off my hands and gave Stephanie a hug to say goodbye. konak escort She hugged me back, but asked to use my bathroom before heading home.

I said, “Sure.”

We walked back into the house and she went straight to the bathroom. I sat down on the couch and switched on the Monday Night Football game, Saints vs. Patriots. A few minutes later, Stephanie came into the living room and sat down on the couch next to me.

We made a little small talk and then suddenly Stephanie said, “Now, about your payment.”

“Huh?”

Stephanie asked, “What do you want as payment for the treadmill?”

“I’m giving you the treadmill Steph”, I said.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of us. It seemed like a few minutes, but in reality it was probably only a few seconds.

Stephanie looked me in the eyes, smiled and asked, “How about a lap dance?”

I got a big smile on my face, pushed myself back into the couch and sat straight up. I reached over to the TV remote and turned the game off.

Stephanie stood up and turned toward me. She slowly plopped her knees onto the couch, straddling my legs with hers as she faced me. She lowered her hips down, sitting directly on my lap. I looked up at her and saw her smiling, looking for my reaction as her big, beautiful tits were staring me in the face. She continued to watch me as she slowly unzipped her jumpsuit just a few inches, revealing her cleavage.

She began to slowly grind her hips into my lap. She leaned forward with her hands on top of my couch and planted her cleavage directly into my face. My cock began to grow.

She asked, “Do you like this?”

I didn’t answer.

She said, “Thank you for the treadmill.”

I muffled, “Anything for you Stephanie.”

Stephanie moved off my lap, stood up and turned away from me. She looked back and guided herself back onto my lap. She laid back against my chest, putting her face next to mine.

She asked again, “Do you like this?”

I couldn’t contain myself any longer! I reached up with both hands and grabbed her beautiful tits. I cradled them and pushed them upward. They felt so soft and full! My cock was now completely hard, and it was obvious that Stephanie could feel it. Her grinding became increasingly more intense and it appeared she was focusing on grinding her amazing pussy directly onto my raging hard on.

The only thing I could think of was that I finally had this beautiful woman all to myself. Even though it was only a lap dance, it didn’t matter to me. I have been pining over Stephanie for so long, it was just nice to be alone with her.

Stephanie quietly moaned as she continued to grind me. I found the zipper on her jumpsuit and slowly began to unzip it. I expected her to stop me at some point, but she didn’t, so I continued unzipping.

I grabbed the opening of the jumpsuit and pulled it completely open, fully exposing both of her breasts. Her nipples were hard and standing at attention. It had been over a year since I saw them last, and forgot how beautiful they really are! I again cradled her tits, this time with my bare hands. They felt so delicious!

Stephanie started breathing audibly as her hips continued their attack on my lap. I could clearly feel the meat mound of her pussy rubbing back and forth on my cock with every movement she made. She was clearly stroking my hard cock without the use of her hands, and I could feel my wetness as the head of my cock begin to leak profusely!

“This is better than money, right?” she asked rhetorically. “I can feel your cock. It’s making me wet.”

I figured now was a perfect time to feel her wetness, so I slowly removed my right hand from her breast. I ran my hand down her chiseled belly and onto her pussy. I expected to find panties on the way down, but she wasn’t wearing any!

I moved my fingers up and down the length of her pussy as her soft labia squished between my fingers. I could feel her juices begin to gather and smear on her pussy lips with every movement of my hand. Her clit was getting bigger as 2 of my fingers moved into her sopping wet cunt. Stephanie quickly sucked air into her mouth as I pushed my fingers all the way inside of her. The inside of Stephanie’s pussy felt so warm and wet!

I applied gentle pressure and rubbed my fingers directly onto her G-Spot, feeling her body twitch as I caressed her washboard ever so gently. I moved my wet fingers out of her pussy and onto her clit, and then back inside her again. I continued until I had her hips moving on all axis. Her breathing picked up and she began to moan loudly. I felt like I was about to cum just by putting my fingers inside this woman! I have never been this turned on by any woman in all my life and I was relishing in the short time that I had with Stephanie.

“I need to taste you!”, I stated with authority.

Stephanie quickly moved off my lap and stood up in front of me.

Stephanie smiled and said, “This is not about me. This is about your payment.”

She pulled the jumpsuit off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor! Her incredible naked body was now standing directly in front of me. This is the body which I would literally give my left nut to look at every single day!

Stephanie leaned forward and softly kissed me on the lips. Her kiss took me by surprise because kissing is one of Bill’s rules during swinging and is strictly prohibited. But, I accepted her kiss.

She grabbed onto the front of my pants and found my zipper, quickly unzipping my pants. I lifted my butt off the couch as she forcefully yanked my pants down, boxers and all! She walked backward with the waistband of my pants in her hands until they were turned inside out. She quickly removed them completely, exposing my naked lower half to her. Her eyes immediately focused on the intense stream of pre-cum which was pouring out of the head of my fully erect cock.

She quickly went to her knees in front of me and threw her lips onto the head of my hard cock. She slurped the pre-cum into her mouth, cleaning it all off and not wasting a drop. She parted her lips and pushed my entire shaft deep into her throat. She placed her left hand onto my hard shaft and began sucking and stroking me with a vengeance! Her hand and mouth moved in unison, up and down my entire cock. Her amazing lips and wet hand felt like smooth velvet on my shaft!

I grabbed the back of her head with both of my hands and she continued giving me head. Her right hand moved between my legs and found my balls, squeezing them tight as her left hand continued to find my ever so sensitive cock head with every stroke.

It didn’t take long until I could feel the sensations of a hard orgasm quickly approaching. I put my hands on the couch and uncontrollably thrust my hips upward. Stephanie continued her steady movements and even tightened her grip on my balls. It felt so fucking amazing!

“I’m gonna cum!!!!!!!!”

I expected Stephanie to move off my cock, but she continued her relentless cock sucking! At this point, it was humanly impossible to stop the inevitable! My hips thrust upward a few more times as I could feel my orgasm climb quickly up my cock shaft.

Without delay, I dumped volley after volley of sperm into Stephanie’s mouth. She did not let up! Stephanie continued stroking and sucking! Stroke after aggressive stroke, over and over! My cock head was so sensitive, but I didn’t want to tell her to stop! Stephanie’s movements slowed, but she stroked my cock and gripped my balls until my scrotum was completely empty!

Stephanie rose up between my legs with a mouthful of cum. She moved up to my face and opened her mouth slightly. Cum began pouring out of her mouth and down her chin. She moved her face to mine and began to kiss me passionately, swapping my cum back and forth between us. The taste of my own cum was incredible and we didn’t stop kissing until we had both helped in swallowing my entire load.

“You are amazing!”, I told her.

Stephanie retrieved the jumpsuit from my living room floor, quickly stepped into it and zipped it back up.

“I should probably get going before Bill gets home”, she said.

I just sat there, watching Stephanie walk toward my front door. She opened the door, paused and looked back at me with a beautiful smile.

“Thanks again for the treadmill”, she said as she closed the door behind her.

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This is a continuation to the story “Starting Over”, which was written several years ago. It was not just a stroke story, but had some more fleshed out characters. I’ve tried to get started on this sequel several times, but never got going on it.

In Chapter 3 of Book II, Luke was found, Livy and Lily came over as Livy was having trouble sleeping after her ordeal, and we found out about the bad guys. The Leader, Mark Vilmer, arranges another kidnapping and the girl is sent off. John notices something and he and the cops think they have a lead on what is going on, but there’s no proof yet.

Main Characters

LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5’11”, 180, 46 years old.

Marie Jackson, John’s dead wife, 5’8″, 140, 44 years old.

Angelica Jackson, John and Marie’s daughter, 5’5″, 125, 19 years old.

Mary Bradford, bartender, 5’5″, 120, 34 years old.

Margaret (Maggie) Bradford, Mary’s sister, 5’6″, 115, 37 years old, and John’s love interest.

Madeleine (Maddie) Bradford, Maggie’s daughter, 7 years old.

Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5’4″, 145, 24 years old, Mary’s cousin.

Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5’6″, 130 pounds, 39 years old, John’s neighbor.

Joyce Walker, Sam’s daughter, 5’4″, 120 pounds, 20 years old, and now an exotic dancer using the name Lily

Marion Walker, Sam’s daughter, 5’4″, 115 pounds, 18 years old.

SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6′, 190, 47 years old, NCO from John’s Army unit.

Captain Jeff Smithson, 5’11’, 185, 44 years old, SFC Smithson’s brother and a captain in the Seattle Police Department.

Jeanne (aka Jasmine) Welch, 5’5″, 110, 21 years old, exotic dancer.

George Watkins, 6’4″, 280, 35 years old, bouncer.

Olivia, 5’4″, 120 pounds, 21 years old, called Livy, exotic dancer.

Luke Cole, 5’10”, 180, detective in the Seattle Police Department.

Marcus Candiotti, strip club manager.

Mark Vilmer, CIO of his third start-up and human trafficker

Melissa Vilmer, Mark’s wife

Max Meridian (real name Harold Johnson), Mark’s lead kidnapper and enforcer

Previously:

————– Saturday, 18 May 2013, Vilmer’s house, Bainbridge Island, Washington.

It was about 3am before Mel and Mark had finished having some fun with the busty redhead. She had actually been very cooperative. She probably thought that might help her case, but Mel knew better. She knew that Mark was giving her to Bob at 10am.

They went to bed and got up at 9. They awakened the redhead, let her shower and get cleaned up. At exactly 10am, Bob showed up. He backed up his truck and parked in front of the three-car garage. He watched as Mark opened the door and appeared. Mark waived to Bob, who backed right up to the door.

“Hey, Bob.” Mark waved to his partner in crime as he came back to the garage. “You ready?”

“Yep.” Bob opened the back door to the truck that was marked as a Rehnquist Catering. Inside was an interior metal box that was about 4′ X 4′. It was marked refrigerated on the outside, but that was not its real use. It was well padded inside and had a vent on top that could be closed at any time, really dampening any noise the “cargo” could make, should it be necessary. Mark looked around the area to make sure there was no one else watching and then motioned to Mel. She was standing at the entrance to the garage from the mud room with the redhead cuffed, blindfolded, and gagged on the floor. She stood the captive up and they moved her into the van. The captive didn’t resist much. The sedative they had mixed into her breakfast had made her groggy and cooperative enough to not fight.

Bob closed her in, went back to the front of the van, got in, and pulled away. Mark and Mel closed the door and grinned at each other. Another big payday.

————– Saturday, 18 May 2013, John’s house, Bainbridge Island, Washington.

John had stayed awake until late and didn’t crawl out of bed until 10am. He went into the kitchen to make breakfast and was surprised to see the door to his other apartment open. He usually kept it closed. He walked over and into the apartment, and then looked into the bedroom. There was Juliet, sleeping away. She must have gotten the key from Mary. She’s the only other person who had a key to the place. He had given it to her because she was brining Maddie over regularly.

John stared at her for a few moments. He was having sex with youngsters at an alarming rate. Would this change his feelings for Maggie? Should he even worry about Maggie with the way she was treating him? He looked at Juliet some more. She had seemed a little more conservative when he first met her, but this was the second time she had come to his apartment. And he was sure she didn’t just come here to sleep. He figured he had some time before he would get any calls from the police about the kidnappings, so why not join her?

He thought about the women in his life. When he was young, he had had sex with how many women? He went through the list. He dated and had sex with his high school girlfriend, a woman during some of freshman and sophomore years in college, another during junior and senior years, his girlfriend balçova escort in Germany, a single one-night stand with female officer when they were both preparing to deploy, and his wife. Six women. He was a one-woman-at-a-time sort of guy. He only had the one time where he “hooked up” with a woman once. Did they still call it that? Shit! And now he was approaching 47, he had slept with Mary, Maggie, Jasmine, Lily, and Livy already. He was about to add Juliet. That made six in about six months. It was every man’s dream, right? Is this what he wanted?

Shit, he figured he should be happy, but he couldn’t change his spots. He was still missing something steady in his life. He had just let things happen and suddenly he was in bed with these other women. What happened? Did he somehow develop a magical attraction that drew in the women? What the hell?

John figured he was going to have to be more careful with these youngsters in the future. For now, he crawled into bed behind Juliet, wearing only a pair of sleeping shorts, and spooned with her. She woke a couple of minutes later. She slowly extracted herself from him and turned to face him.

“John, I wanted to come over here and sleep with you.”

“Well, I just crawled into bed to sleep with you.”

“You know what I mean. I meant where it means to fuck.”

“Ooooh, a potty mouth.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, suck cock, lick pussy. There, I can say dirty words.”

John laughed and then kissed her on the mouth. “Yes, you can. However, I think we can find other things to do to make you utter those kinds of words and I think you need to prove that you know what they mean, youngster.”

“I’m young, but I’m not a kid and I’m not inexperienced, asshole.” She slapped John good-naturedly on the shoulder, grinned, and sat up.

John stared at the beautiful tits that came into view. Juliet was a fleshy one with nice, full tits and fully rounded hips. She was what John referred to in his young, single days as an all-night saddle; soft, cushy, and comfortable.

Juliet smiled at John as he stared at her tits. “As a matter of fact, I’m very experienced. I love to fuck.”

John looked directly at her. “And yet you seemed like you were a little prudish when you were chastising Mary a few months ago.”

“Well, that’s just because she told me that I was to watch over her and not let her act like a slut. Which we both do at times.”

“Well, you fooled me.”

“I love sex. I love to fuck and suck. I like to talk dirty, too. I had one boyfriend that I could get to come just by whispering dirty things in his ear.”

“Really?”

Juliet grinned and threw the covers off the two of them. She looked at John and his sleeping shorts. “Stand up.”

John did and she leaned over and yanked on them hard, sending them to the floor. John stepped out of them. His cock was fattening up, but not hard. It was still hanging there, filling with blood.

Juliet patted the bed and John sat down. “Sit down and lean against the headboard and I’ll show you what I’m capable of.” John did. He certainly had no problem with her taking the lead.

Juliet sat on his right and put his right hand on her pussy. She grinned. “I have a nice, tight pussy that could milk the cum right out of that cock of yours before I even got close to an orgasm. So, here’s what’s going to happen. First, I want you to finger my pussy and start getting me wet.” John began doing so.

“That’s right. Keep stroking my hot pussy while I tell you what’s next. I’m going to ask you to lie down so that we can get into the 69 position. I want you to eat my pussy while I get acquainted with sucking your nice, fat cock. I’ll take my time, though, so you can get me really hot and ready to fuck. Once I’m ready, I’ll slide down your body, hold your cock up, and slowly slide my tight, fucking pussy down over it. You’re in for a treat with my hot pussy. I can control my Kegels and really make a man cum. I’ll be in reverse cowgirl, so I want you to play with my ass, give me little spanks, and run your finger over my asshole. I’ll fuck you for a few minutes that way and then turn around.

“I will face you and fuck you, bouncing up and down on your cock, so that you can play with and suck my big tits. I love having my titties sucked while I’m riding a good cock. I still don’t want you to come yet. Since you are not a youngster, you should be able to last and give me a good fuck.

“This is when I’ll get off you and get on all fours. I’ll put my face on the bed and arch my back, sticking my ass in the air. I love it when a man grabs my hips and fucks me hard from behind. I can really cum from that. You can smack my ass some more and play with my asshole. Make sure I cum first, then when you are ready, pull out and feed me that nice wet cock so that I can suck the cum out of your balls.”

John could feel how wet Juliet’s pussy had become. “It feels like you get turned on when you talk dirty, too.”

“Mmmm. Yes. Now lie down and let’s get started.”

John lay down and Juliet got into the 69 position. John licked and sucked on her shaved, wet pussy and she licked his cock to get it hard as a rock. He could feel how she loved sucking cock, so he paid good attention to her pussy. He could feel how she liked certain attention to her taint and also when he licked up over her little bundle of nerves, so he gave it to her. She trembled every time he hit her clit.

Juliet then did as she said and crawled down over his body and sat on his cock. She was definitely tight and John loved her lack of inhibitions. He did as she had asked and smacked her ass and played lightly with her asshole. She was a great fuck.

Juliet moaned and slowly slid up and down his cock, savoring every moment. John loved watching how she enjoyed fucking him. Her beautiful pussy inner lips were obvious as she rose up and it clung to his cock and then seemed to disappear as she slid down onto him.

Juliet turned around and faced him as she sat back on his cock. She slowly fucked him, sliding up and down his cock, and John didn’t feel in any danger of cumming. He watched as her enjoyment washed over her face. She was breathing heavy and would close her eyes and throw her head back each time she descended on his cock. He reached up and grabbed her tits, lightly pinching the nipples.

“Oh, yes. Pinch them.” Juliet seemed to love that, so John continued.

Very quickly, it appeared that Juliet was getting close. She suddenly hopped off John’s cock and got on all fours on the bed. “Fuck me hard, fuck me and make me cum.”

John did as she had described. He got behind her and drove his cock back into her pussy. She moaned and trembled when he did. John started pulling back slowly, again watching her lips cling to his cock, and then burying his cock quickly back into her pussy. Her ass cheeks rippled upon contact and John started smacking them with medium force.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Juliet was really enjoying it.

John then took his index finger and ran it over and around her asshole. Juliet moaned and arched her back some more. John decided to test her tiny hole, so he licked his finger and left as much saliva on it as he could and ran it around and into her ass.

Juliet flinched and then groaned. “Oh, fuck. I love having my ass played with.”

John held his finger at her entrance and let his forward thrust drive his cock into her pussy and push his finger into her ass. Juliet was ready to cum.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum. You’re going to make me cum, you dirty fucker. I bet you love fucking us young cunts.”

“Damn right. Now cum for me, slut.”

“Oohhhh, fuck.” Juliet came. She jerked a few times and then her entire body trembled as John finished slamming into her. Then she seemed to relax, her entire body going limp.

“Whoa. That was a good fuck.”

John pulled out and stood on the side of the bed, his cock hard and soaking with their juices. “I’m ready to fill you up with cum, my pretty, little cum slut.”

Juliet collapsed on the bed for a second and took a few deep breaths. She stared at John’s cock and finally sat up. “Mmmm. Let me take care of that.”

Juliet sat up on the side of the bed and stared at John’s cock. “Yum. I really came all over that fucker. Look at all my cunt juices on there.” She leaned forward and took it into her mouth.

“That’s right you pretty, little thing. Suck my cock. Suck all the cum out of my balls and swallow it like a good cock-sucking cum slut. Yeah, use that slutty mouth.” John let her control everything until he felt his orgasm come on.

“Here it comes. Oh, fuck, suck my cock.” He put his hand on the back of her head and thrust into her mouth. He started cumming. Thrust and spurt, thrust and spurt, until he was done.

Juliet kept sucking on his cock until she was sure she had it all and John’s cock started softening.

“Yum. In case you can’t tell, I love sucking cock.” She smacked her lips.

“It was pretty obvious.” John looked down at his cock. “And I’m pretty sure my cock is ready to offer his services any time you need some cum.”

Juliet lay back down. “That was good. You were good. We got to do exactly as I had outlined and I had a great orgasm. I also loved sucking your dirty cock. Now I need a nice nap.”

John chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I guess you are pretty open about sex.”

“Most of my friends are, too. We’re a little more open and honest than the women in your generation.”

“Hey, watch it! Or this old man is going to fuck you again.” John and Juliet smiled at each other. “Anyway, I’m going to make some breakfast. If you feel hungry, you can join me.”

“I got here late from work, so I need some sleep. Maybe later.”

“Sure.” John leaned over and kissed her and headed into the other room.

It was several hours later, after Juliet had gotten up and left, when Capt. Jeff Smithson called him.

“John, Jeff Smithson here. I just wanted to give you an update. We had quite a night and morning here.”

“Yeah? What happened?”

“Last night after you left, we contacted the local Feds and they were working on tracking some of the sales of women overseas back to this area. Sort of the reverse of what we were doing down the same line. They had possibly identified a man named Bob Rehnquist, who runs a catering service, as the broker. We met and went over everything we had with Mark Vilmer and with what they had and what we had we put it together, but without proof. Then, Bob Rehnquist showed up at Mark Vilmer’s house this morning and the guy I left there took photos of him backing up to the garage and then pulling away. He contacted us and the feds had a set of chase cars ready when he pulled off the ferry. They tracked him to a warehouse down near the port where all the container ships come in. They had already gotten a warrant for his business location and then arranged for one at this place. They went in and found him with a complete living facility in there behind bars. There was a redhead that had been taken yesterday who was drugged up. They took him, found her, found some records of his transfers, and even a number to a back account where he did the transactions. It was the mother lode.”

“And Mark Vilmer?”

“Interestingly, Bob told them that Mark and his wife both enjoyed time with the kidnapped women before he picked them up. He was very cooperative, considering what he’s facing. He’s now in the FBI office with his lawyer. They picked up the Vilmers and they are also there with their lawyer.”

“And the split eyebrow man?”

“No sign of him. The Vilmers and he used burners to make contact. Everyone is looking for him.”

“Should I be concerned?”

“Both the FBI and our guys think he’s gone. He left the area and won’t be anywhere near any place where he can be identified, although the FBI put it out nationwide. I think it’s over.”

“Wow. That is quite a lot that happened since I left last night. It’s like the deus ex machina of our operation.”

“The what?”

“Deus ex machina is a plot device used in plays and movies to solve an unsolvable problem quickly by some unexpected happening. Or something like that.”

“Whatever. Anyway, the feds were ecstatic that we had found one end of the chain and that they could tie the two together. They are trying to roll up the entire chain now. They have names of some of the vessels that he was using to ship the girls on, and they know where some of the payments came from, although those may be masked somewhat. Anyway, I think we are done with this case as the local guys.”

“Outstanding. I’ll let Marcus and the others know.”

“Good. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Take care.”

After they hung up, John called the club. He spoke to Marcus and gave him the rundown. Marcus whistled and was impressed with everything that this had turned out to be. He had originally been thinking that it was strictly a domestic issue. Marcus promised to pay for part of the time, the time when we had searched for Livy.

Next John called Craig Smithson and talked to him. They discussed the monies they would collect and Craig said he would send John some emails on some personnel investigations they needed done. It was boring and usually just involved computer searches, so it could all be done at home.

John relaxed and then at 9pm decided to go across the street to the bar where Mary and Juliet worked. They were both working.

“Hey, gorgeous.” John greeted Mary at the bar as Juliet was working some tables.

“Hey to you. I see you and Juliet finally hooked up.”

John shook his head. “I guess there is nothing that is a secret here.”

“Well, it was hard to wipe the smile off her face. She hadn’t been laid in weeks.”

John sighed. “Well, some of us are used to that.”

“Not any more from what I hear.”

“I’m afraid to ask what you’ve heard. I just know that you gave the key to my apartment to Juliet, so it’s your fault that she ended up in my bed.”

“Duh, that was the plan!”

“Just give me a Guinness.”

Mary grinned. “Okay, got to go.” She scampered to the other end of the bar to wait on some other customers. It was pretty dead though, especially since it was a Saturday night.

About the time Mary dropped off the Guinness and went back to the other end, Juliet sauntered up. She was looking good in her black skirt and tight white blouse that she wore most nights in the bar.

“Good to see you, John.”

“Hi, Juliet. Have you recovered?”

“Recovered?” She put her arm on mine. “Honey, I’m ready to go again right now.”

I looked around the bar. “That might be a little embarrassing.”

Juliet laughed. “Smartass. Well, got to go back to work.”

She went back to taking care of the patrons.

I had two beers and went home. I needed some good rest after this last case.

————– Monday, 18 May 2013, John’s house, Bainbridge Island, Washington.

John had done nothing but rest on Sunday and had looked through the emails from Craig. He decided to wait until Monday to work, so now he was working on personnel security investigations. He was checking out the individuals Mr. Bradford was hiring at the sites where you can get information on them by paying a fee, when the doorbell rang. He finished a quick note on a program manager that Mr. Bradford’s company was interviewing and then went to the door. He flung it open and was greeted by a sight he hadn’t see in a while. Maggie and Mary were standing there.

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At 4:30 or shortly after, Stacey was fully dressed and ready to go. Danny had to pickup his girlfriend at 5, and so needed to drop Stacey off at the mall by quarter to. At the door she put her arms around him and looked into his eyes.

“I had an amazing time,” she said, “when will I see you again?”

“As soon as humanly possible.” He replied, smiling. He slid his hands down to her ass and squeezed it softly over her thin dress.

“I love you.” She said.

“I love you too.” She kissed him tenderly, and he pulled her close. They made out at the doorway for a couple of minutes, succeeding only in working each other up.

On the drive to the mall, they spoke of how they would stay in touch via email for the time being.

Danny pulled up to her car at the back of the mall parking lot at around 4:45. He needed to say goodbye in 5 minutes if he was to pick up Charmaine on time. She turned to him.

“Well,” she breathed, “I guess this is goodbye than.” She leaned forward and their lips met again, smacking loudly. She snuck her tongue into his mouth, her hand squeezing his semi hard dick through his shorts. She broke the kiss.

“Just let me say goodbye to your cock one more time.” she said with a smile. How could he object? She pulled his rapidly growing penis out of his shorts right there in the mall parking lot in broad daylight. She bent down to his lap and he felt moist warmth engulf his manhood. He sighed, fully hard now as Stacey began to bob her head up and down on his alsancak escort lap. She was slobbering all over his cock, sucking loudly. ‘slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp’ went her mouth as she gave him expert head. She knew that he might make her stop, and she was feeling horny again (even though she had never been fucked so much in her life!) so she pulled his dick out of her mouth with a slurp.

His breathing was laboured. He watched her as she reached under her sundress and pushed her panties down her legs. She pulled her feet out of them and stuffed them into the pocket of his shorts, a mischievous smile on her face.

“A souvenier.” She said. He made no move to stop her as he watched her swing a leg over him, straddling him. His cock was still out and her dress was hiked quite a ways up her thighs. He could feel the moist heat of her bare pussy pressed against his naked cock as her lips found his. He was powerless to resist.

She kissed him again, tongue sneaking into his mouth. She grinded her hot cunt against his pole, her juices coating his shaft as they made out. His heart was pounding. How can she do this to him? He just fucked her 4 times in 5 or 6 hours and she still had complete control over him! There have been a few times in his life where he has had sex that many times, but usually the woman had to work on it after 4 times! What Stacey was doing to him was effortless! How many times does he have to get off before he’s not at her mercy anymore?

He kissed her back, breathing heavily into her mouth. Danny grinded upwards against her, knowing he didn’t have time to fuck her, yet hoping his dick would ‘accidentily’ slip inside. The more he grinded against her, the more they subconsciously tried to ‘accidentily’ put it in. Soon, their wish came true.

Danny grinded his cock too far back, Stacey grinded her pussy too far forward. The top part of his penis pierced her sopping wet vagina and he entered her half way. “Mmmmph” she moaned into his mouth, moist heat gripping the top half of his dick. Sliding his hands under her sundress, he grabbed her ass and forced her down on his lap hard. “MMMMMPH!” she moaned, still kissing him as her pussy gobbled up his entire cock again. He began to fuck upwards, a slave to his animal instinct, a slave to her incredible beauty, a slave to her. She began to ride him, his cock feeling amazing in her, wanting one more load of his seed inside her.

She was forced to break the kiss, moaning, breathing heavily as she fucked him in his car. Neither one cared that the car was rocking violently in broad daylight. All they noticed was the incredible feeling in their bodies, the heat of their sex. Up and down, up and down her slick cunt slid on his thrusting rod. He was kissing all over her neck to her shoulders, not caring that the dashboard clock said 5pm, and that he was late picking up his girlfriend.

His hands squeezed her soft ass cheeks as she moaned above him. He kissed down her exposed chest to her massive cleavage, and kissed between her beautiful breasts as he felt a fifth orgasm approach.

“Oh, God Stacey…I’m gonna cum again!” he hissed. Stacey rammed her ass down on him even harder and faster, trying to get any remaining sperm he might have left in him. He lost it, lifting his ass up off the seat. Stacey held her ass down on his lap, holding his member inside he. She looked at him, still breathing heavily, watching his expression as he came inside her.

“I love you Danny” she said as orgasm hit him. A huge load of cum fired out of him and into her. He didn’t know where he got it from, and didn’t care. His penis spasmed inside Stacey’s vagina, unleashing another flow of semen into her womb.

At that moment, Charmaine stepped outside of her work and sat down to wait for her boyfriend, having no idea that he was busy shooting a load of cum into another woman at that very second.

He moaned, the last of his seed dripping out of his organ and into Stacey’s fertile pussy. She kissed him over and over, lips smacking as they recovered, his penis softening inside her juicy vagina. She smiled at him, giving him one more kiss. She got off of him, his dick slipping out of her sloppy cunt. He put his dick away, doing up his pants. He couldn’t believe nobody walked by that whole time! Or did they? He didn’t know and he didn’t care.

They said their goodbyes, kissing again. Stacey got out of the car, thoroughly satisfied, 5 loads of cum in her pussy.

Danny picked up his girlfriend 15 minutes late, another girl’s panties in his pocket, his dick smelling like pussy.

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Amy Choi stood by the open window of her 16th floor apartment and watched the sun slowing fade beneath the horizon. It was Friday night and the 36-year-old Korean was not looking forward to another night of what the television networks insisted in calling ‘must see TV.’

She really hated the winter, with darkness falling as soon as she got home. That and the long hours she had been putting in at work lately had given her a first class case of the blues.

She’d left work early in order to stop off at D’Angelo’s book store to pick up the latest Anne O’ Donnell book that she ordered. In keeping with the way this day had unfolded, the book had not come in. Amy had been really looking forward to reading that novel over the weekend.

A successful businesswoman, the short black haired woman had been divorced for four years. The cause had been listed in the court papers as irreconcilable differences. In reality it had come down to her husband’s inability to accept the fact that she been more successful in her chosen career than he had been in his.

Originally she’d had a dinner engagement for this evening, but that had fallen through when her date had hurt his back playing handball. It was no great loss she told herself. Stephen Shapiro was a nice guy and all, but he wasn’t really anything more than someone to have dinner with. Dancing afterwards was also a possibility. Then again, if things really went well, an early morning breakfast might’ve been in the cards as well.

In retrospect, Amy thought it was the last possibility that she was really missing. It had been too long since she’d had male companionship in her life. She might as well be honest with herself, she was looking forward to having a man in her bed come the morning.

“Might as well face it,” Amy said to herself. “Looks like it’s another Friday night with a couple of D batteries for companionship.”

That idle thought made her remember that the last time she had wanted to use her “old reliable” the batteries had been dead.

“There should be a fresh pack in the junk draw.” she recalled, deciding to make sure while it was still early enough to go out to the corner store if there wasn’t.

The junk draw, as Amy liked to call it, was the large top draw of the buffet in her small dining room. Filled with papers, small booklets, old bills and assorted odds and ends, she was always promising herself that she would sit down one day and clean it out. As it was, it was so full that she was barely able to open the draw.

“I really have to clean this.” she admitted as she finally pulled it open, sending some of the overflow spilling onto the floor.

Sifting through the pile, she quickly found the batteries. She also found two years worth of birthday and various other holiday cards. Enough pens and pencils to equip a first grade class. A combination lock to which she had long ago forgotten the combination to, and a varied collection of souvenirs.

Carefully she sorted through a pile of envelopes. Old bills, advertisements, two letters she had written to friends, but had forgotten to mail. A bright red envelope caught her eyes. Popping it open and shaking it out, a card fell into her hand.

“I can’t believe I kept this.” Amy said as she turned over the small embossed business card.

She remembered the day she had won the card. She had been attending what was supposed to be a serious business luncheon, but instead turned out to be just another meeting of the old boys network. Originally, Peter Larson was supposed to be her company’s representative, but he had a family emergency at the last moment.

The other members of the circle were quite surprised when she walked in and sat down. Still, she always tried to fit in and keep her contacts current. In was in that spirit that she tossed in her twenty dollars for their monthly raffle, even if she wasn’t exactly sure what they were raffling off. It must be something worthwhile, she concluded. With over twenty people around the table, the pot was almost five hundred dollars.

The funny look on the face of the guy collecting the money should have told her that something was wrong. That look was reflected across the table when it turned out she was holding the winning ticket.

“I guess this is my lucky day.” Amy laughed as she reached for the prize envelope in the middle of the table.”

She wondered what the prize was as she dropped the envelope into her purse. Probably theater tickets or something like that. She wondered why were some of the men around the table were grinning from ear to ear.

She noticed Jim Shoeman, the unofficial leader of their little association, wasn’t smiling as he whispering something to George Haleman. He’d been a late arrival to the meeting and hadn’t been in on the raffle. The silver haired gentleman seemed none to happy about it all.

Twenty minutes later when the luncheon was breaking up, George pulled her over to the side and told her what Jim had told him.

“There’s been a little mistake.” George said in a quiet tone. bornova escort “You really weren’t supposed to be in that raffle.”

“I don’t understand.” Amy replied, a little confused.

“You haven’t looked in the envelope yet, have you?” George asked.

Now very curious, Amy reached into her purse and pulled out the bright red envelope. Opening it, she found a small business card. It simply read, ‘Special Delivery’ and had a small twelve digit number in the lower left hand corner.

“I still don’t understand.” Amy repeated.

“How do I explain this…” George said hesitantly.

“I’ve always found that straight out is the best way.” Amy suggested. “I’m a big girl, I don’t offend easily.”

“Well simply put, that card you’re holding is sort of a gift certificate.” he said.

“What’s ‘Special Delivery’?” Amy asked, more than a little curious now.

“It’s sort of an escort service.” George said a little embarrassed.

It all made sense now. They were raffling off a night with a hooker. No wonder Shoeman was so worried when she won. If that kind of thing got around it would be trouble for everyone at that table.

“Mr. Shoeman said he offers his apologies and he’d be happy to replace the card with something more appropriate.” George said with a smile.

Amy thought about it a little and then smiled back. She didn’t get where she was by making enemies over little things. You fought the battles that were important and let the little ones slide on by.

“Tell Shoeman that his apology is accepted.” she said. “But I think I’ll keep this little card as a souvenir. One of these days I might have to ask him for a favor.”

“Of course.” George agreed. He knew, after all, how the game was played.

Amy had never called in that favor, but it was nice to know she could have.

“Maybe I should just call Special Delivery.” Amy joked as she tossed the card on top of the buffet. “That’s one sure way to get laid.”

A half hour later, three quarters of the junk draw filled the waste paper basket. She picked up the last few papers that were left and one by one they followed into the trash. Then only the gift card was left.

“I must be really bored.” Amy mused. “I’m wondering how this works.”

She stared at the card for a while and then thought.

“What the hell, it couldn’t hurt just to call up and ask. Not that I’d really do anything like that.”

Making herself comfortable on the end of the couch, Amy dialed the number. It rang a few times, then a soft feminine voice came on the line.

“Special Delivery, Laura speaking” she said. “May I have your certificate number?

Impressed by the professionalism in her voice, Amy read off the twelve-digit number.

“Thank you.” Laura replied as she paused a few moments, no doubt checking the number on her computer.

Amy tried to picture what Laura might look like, but came up blank. The stereotype would be to imagine her as some scantily clad, sexy young thing. The reality was more likely that she was someone’s grandmother. A second later, Laura came back on the line.

“How may I help you this evening?” she asked.

“I’m not very sure.” Amy replied. “I sort of won this as a prize in a raffle and I was wondering how it works.”

“Well I’ll be happy to explain it to you.” Laura went on. “Are you interested in a male or female escort?

The question took Amy by surprise. Female? She didn’t think she could ever be that adventurous.

“Definitely male.” Amy answered.

“All right.” Laura said. “Any preferences … age, race, body type.”

“I’m not sure, I really haven’t given this much forethought.” the 36 year old replied.

“Perhaps I might make a few suggestions.” Laura said. “We do like our clients to enjoy their evenings.”

“Well I do like surprises.” Amy said, a little surprised that she was really getting into this.

“Perhaps a fantasy then.” Laura offered.

“That sounds right.” Amy replied.

“We do specialize in making fantasies come true.” Laura said. “Can you tell me a little about yourself?”

Without even thinking about it, Amy did just that.

“I think I have just the thing for you.” Laura said, the smile on her voice evident in her voice. “If you could just give me your address and phone number, we could have your package delivered in about an hour.”

This should have been the point where Amy simply hung up the phone. Her little game had gone as far as it should have. Instead, she heard herself giving Laura her address. The phone representative thanked her and hoped she had a good time.

“Oh shit, what did I do?” Amy asked herself as she looked at the receiver in her hand in shock. “What did I do?”

A little voice in her head said to call them back, cancel the order. Then a second, more urgent voice told her not to. After all, what was life without a little adventure.

It took a few more minutes for Amy to become fully comfortable with the idea of what she had done. Surprisingly, that acceptance came easier that she would’ve expected. A few months without sex did wonders for the lowering of inhibitions.

The decision made, Amy turned her thoughts to what kind of fantasy Laura had in mind for her. It was so exciting, knowing that is less than an hour, she was going to share a fantasy with a man she’d never met. A man who wanted nothing more than to bring her pleasure. It was crazy. It was absurd. It was intoxicating.

The night was still early, the clock on the wall just nearing seven. Amy had taken a few minutes to have a quick bite to eat and clean herself up. She was still wearing the simple gold blouse and blue skirt she’d worn at the office. Since she didn’t really know what form her little adventure was going to take, it made little sense to change.

Every few minutes she glanced at the wall clock. It was been almost an hour since she’d hung up the phone. At times, she could hear both the rise and fall of her breaths and the excited beat of her heart.

When the intercom buzzer to her apartment finally went off at seven nineteen, Amy jumped as if someone had dropped a hot poker in her lap. She took a deep breath before hitting the talk button on the intercom by the door.

“Yes.” she said a little nervously.

“I have a special delivery for …a Amy Choi.” the voice over the intercom said.

“Young, the voice sounds young.” Amy thought as she pressed the access button. “Come on up.” she said.

Standing behind the door, Amy wondered how she would react when she opened the door. Would she slam it shut and tell him to go away? Or would she drop to her knees and blow him right there and then? Hopefully her reaction would be something in between. She heard the elevator door opening just two doors down, but resisted the urge to look through the peephole. Better to get a good look when she opened the door.

“Who is it?” Amy called out automatically as three strong knocks rapped against the door.

“I have a delivery for …” the intercom voice began to say as Amy pulled open the door, unable to take the suspense any longer.

“I’m Amy.” she said as she looked into the face of her fantasy. At least two inches taller then her own 5’6″, he had a nice smile and was generally cute in appearance. Short black hair framed a handsome dark face, which in turn sat atop a trim body. Dressed in sneakers, jeans and a red sports jacket, he really looked like a delivery boy. Right down to the plain brown package he was carrying in his hand.

“Please come in.” Amy said, her own face flush with excitement.

“Thank you.” the young dark skinned man said as he stepped inside.

“It must be pretty cold out there?” Amy said, thinking that his jacket was way to light for this time of year.

“It’s cold enough to freeze your … I mean, yes, it’s pretty cold out there.” he replied.

“I have some hot chocolate if you’d like some.” Amy offered. “It’ll only take a minutes in the microwave.”

“That would be nice, thank you.” the young man said, his smile ever brighter.

“I assume this is your last delivery for the night.” Amy said as she mixed the drink, enjoying getting into the fantasy more that she expected.

“”Yes it is.” he said. “Where should I put this?” he asked, remembering the package in his hand.

“Oh just drop it on the table.” Amy said, dismissing the prop from her mind, concentrating more on the physique beneath his jacket. “Why don’t you take off your jacket and warm up.” she suggested.

“Thank you again. I wish all my customers were as considerate as you.” he replied as he took off his coat and draped it over the back of the kitchen chair.

While not muscle bound, the body beneath his jacket had a smooth, well-defined look to it. More a swimmer’s form than a weightlifters. The white shirt formed a start contrast against his midnight skin. One that Amy found very erotic.

“Here you go.” the older woman said as she handed him a large mug of steaming liquid.

“I keep having to say thank you.” he grinned. “I feel I should be giving you something back for your kindness.”

“What don’t we start with your name? Amy suggested.

“Tyree.” he said as he took a sip of the drink. “Tyree Greene.”

“Well then your welcome, Tyree Greene.” Amy said warmly.

As Tyree enjoyed the hot chocolate, Amy took a good hard look at the young man. What lovers she’d had before and after marriage had all been either Asian or White. She’d never before considered the idea of a black lover and now found herself wondering why. Clearly she found him attractive, his dark skin being a turn on just as some men were turned on just by the fact that a woman was a blonde or redhead. Or in her own case, just because she was Asian.

It wasn’t prejudice she thought, at least she hoped it wasn’t. As a Korean, she’d been subjected to racial comments in her life but they’d been few and far in-between. In that regard she knew that she’d been lucky. For every taunt of gook or slant-eyes she heard in her life, there’d always been a dozen more people who saw her as a person first.

The pretty woman was also intelligent enough to realize that she was more accepted in some situations because she was just that – a pretty woman. Had she been male or unattractive, she might not have fared as well. There was still a great deal of racial discrimination in the world and not all of it was obvious. In fact, the one racial comment said to her that bothered her above all others was when one of her roommates during her single days had made a joke about little brown people. Amy had pointed out to her that as an Asian she was technically one of those little brown people. Her friend had replied that she always thought of her as white – or almost white anyways. That had bothered her the most, her friend’s denial of what she was and being recategorized into something she found more comfortable.

Yet that was a thought for another day, right now she had a fantasy to live out. If she was reading the scene right, as the older woman, she was in the position of seducer. Not a position she ever expected to find herself in, but after all, this was all make believe. No matter what happened, they would wind up in bed together, but she had always thought that getting there was half the fun.

“I guess I’d better be going.” Tyree said as he finished his chocolate.

“So soon?” Amy asked in a pout. This was really getting to be fun. “If you could stick around a little while, maybe we could come up with another way to warm you up.”

Tyree seemed taken back by Amy’s suggestion. He was a pretty good actor, she thought as she wondered that maybe he actually was one. She’d heard that struggling actors took all kinds of jobs to make ends meet.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Amy asked as she moved to within a few feet of her guest.

“Err .. yes.” Tyree said a little hesitantly.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” Amy asked.

“Yes.” Tyree replied.

Amy felt an exotic thrill in being so bold. A thrill that was reflected in the moist feeling between her legs. In real life she had never acted so decisively in a situation like this. Not even when she had been married. Then again, in a situation like this, she couldn’t do any wrong. Even if she suddenly reached down Tyree’s pants and grabbed his cock, the young man would react favorably to the action. But where would be the fun in that.

“My tits are too small though.” Amy continued as she pushed her small rounded breasts up with her hands.

“No, not at all.” Tyree said as he looked down at her breasts.

“You don’t think they’re too small?” she repeated.

“No, I think they’re fine, just like they are.” he stammered.

“Really?” Amy said, of course he was going to agree with her. He was being paid to do so – well paid she added as she remembered how large the raffle pot had been. “I thought all men liked big boobs.”

“I don’t know, I just think they look nice.”

“Do you have a girlfriend, Tyree?” she asked.

“Yes, I mean, well … not really.” he replied. There’s a girl I go out with but she’s not really my girlfriend or anything.”

“What’s her name?” asked a curious Amy.

“Beverly.” Tyree answered.

“Does Beverly have big tits?” Amy again asked inquisitively.

“Not really.” he said.

“What’s not really, bigger than mine, smaller?” Amy probed further.

“A little bigger than yours.” he admitted.

“Then you do prefer bigger breasts?”

“No, I mean I think they’re bigger.” the excited young man said.

“You think? You mean you’ve never seen them.” Amy asked.

“No.” he said, the disappointment in his voice clearly evident.

“Have you ever seen any woman naked?”

“Well, I’ve seen my sisters a few times – by accident.” he admitted, hoping that counted.

“You’ve never been with a woman before, have you?” she asked.

“No, well, one of the women in my building have me a handjob once but she moved out after that.” said Tyree.

“This is too much.” Amy thought. “Not only do I get to seduce the delivery boy, but I get to deflower a virgin as well. This is worth every dollar the guys paid for it.”

“Would you like to see my breasts?” Amy asked as she undid the top two buttons of her blouse.

Tyree was so taken by the question he couldn’t answer. Instead he just nodded his head yes.

Amy could feel his eyes glued to her bosom as she continued to undo her buttons. It wasn’t long before her blouse hung free and only a small white bra covered her mounds. She reached behind her back and undid the small clasp, letting the undergarment fall free.

Tyree’s eyes popped as her dark brown nipples came into view. Amy’s nipples were already standing erect, looking for all the world like a pair of pencil erasers.

“Do you like them?” she asked as she ran her hands across them.

“They’re beautiful.” Tyree said, taking in every aspect of them.

“You can touch them if you want.” she offered.

Immediately, before she had a chance to change her mind, a pair of coal black hands closed on the soft golden orbs. His touch was a little rough at first as he just squeezed them, but with a little urging, he began to massage them instead,

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Jimmy and I were prioritizing the outgoing jobs for the rest of the afternoon when we were joined by Terry from the front office. Terry was one of the salesmen and he frequently checked in with us in the warehouse to insure that we could fill his orders … or just to shoot the breeze.

“Hey, guys, how’s it going?” Terry asked.

“Okay, so far,” I responded, a little wary that he might be planning to drop a major project on us and thus screw up the schedule. “How about up front?”

“Aw, its pretty slow right now. What with all the downtime by the Big Three, there’s not much going on.”

“Well, we’ve still got enough to keep us busy,” Jimmy inserted. “I got to get going or we’ll be working late today.”

Terry said, “Hey, before you go … I had thought it might be a good evening for you guys to come over after work and you guys can help me test out my new pool. I just got it up and running and it needs swimmers. Gina will fix us something for dinner and we could enjoy a quiet evening. Interested?”

I looked at Jimmy, who shrugged and nodded, so I said, “Sure, Terry, sounds great. It’s been a hot one out here and a cool dip would be nice.”

Fortunately no other orders filtered down the rest of the afternoon. I finished the paperwork by four o’clock and climbed on the other Hi-Lo to help Jimmy load the last of the orders into the overnight trucks. We finished and parked the forklifts right at 5:25, not a bad day for us even if the company was hurting a little because of the slack time. We both knew it would pick back up in less than two weeks.

Because Jimmy and I live in the same general vicinity, we always carpooled to work and this was my week to drive. So we piled into my pickup and headed to Terry’s house out in the northwest suburbs. At that time of day, Atlanta traffic is always horrendous and this was no exception. It was almost seven o’clock before we pulled into Terry’s driveway.

Terry met us at the front door. He had already changed into his swim trunks and was impatient to get into the water. He led us into a guest bedroom and pulled out a drawer loaded with various swimsuits for men and graciously invited us to use any of them we wanted.

When we were dressed, Terry guided us to the back of the house into the den. Gina was working in the kitchen, putting out a tray of lunch meats and cheeses and another of fresh dipping veggies. Jimmy and I greeted Gina with a light hug and kiss on the cheek and thanked her for inviting us over.

I had to turn quickly to the light buffet she had prepared for us to get my mind off our hostess. She too was already dressed for the pool, wearing a string bikini that barely covered her lush assets: large but still “out-standing” breasts, a small waist, a firm round bottom, and long shapely legs, all topped by a gorgeous face and long blonde hair. Just the short hug had caused my cock to start growing stiff in my swim trunks and there was not much room for it to grow before it would become obvious.

I was not a good judge of person’s age but if I were to bet, I would bet that Gina was at least ten years younger than Terry and maybe more. I wondered how he had snagged such a beauty but I also knew that strange things attracted one person to another. I had no doubt what attracted Terry to Gina but wondered about the other way around.

Making a quick sandwich to dull the hunger, I grabbed a can of Coke and stepped out onto the deck. Apparently the sales job Terry had was paying well … commissions, I supposed … because not only was the house very nice, but the back yard was impressive. There was a large deck with a built in hot tub but now, since the last time I had seen it, there was a nice sized kidney-shaped in-ground swimming pool.

The others had gradually joined me and we made short work of the sandwiches. The shimmering blue water looked so inviting and cool that we couldn’t wait to get into the water. One by one we got into the shimmering pool. I loved the cooling feeling on my hot skin.

For the first half hour, we bobbed around and talked, mostly about work. Gina seemed genuinely interested in where our products went and how we worked to make sure they arrived “Just in time” for the end users. It must have bored her to death but she didn’t show it.

Then Terry produced a volleyball and we split into teams and played a mixture of beach volleyball and water polo with few rules and a lot of laughter and jumping around. Every so often we swapped partners until everyone had played on a team with everyone else..

My last partner was Gina and to my chagrin, touching seemed to be unavoidable. We would both dive for the same ball and I would wind up with a handful of her leg or bottom or a couple of times I got a handful of her lush tits. Each time I would apologize but she just laughed it off. She didn’t apologize when she grabbed my ass … or the three times she came up with a handful of my family jewels. It would have been embarrassing to show gaziemir escort my erection if it hadn’t been underwater.

I was surprised to realize that the sun was low on the western horizon when Gina said that she was getting cool and was going to the hot tub. We all watched her beautiful bottom as she walked out of the pool and swayed up the deck and slipped into the tub. A few minutes later Terry followed her and invited Jimmy and me to join them.

When I climbed down the steps into the bubbling water, Gina and Terry were sitting neck-deep in the churning water, on opposite sides of the tub. I plowed through the bubbles to the far side, leaving the near side for Jimmy.

I would not have thought I could have felt cool in the Georgia summer at that time of day but coming out of the relative coolness of the pool into the hot water of the hot tub made me realize that I had actually gotten cool and the hot water felt really great on my tired body. I settled back to relax, closed my eyes and let the tension drain into the water.

Several minutes later, I heard Terry say, “I love you” and opened my eyes to see him just inches away from Gina.

She whispered, “I love you too” and they kissed briefly. However Terry continued to hover just in front of Gina. Since they were right in front of both Jimmy and me, there wasn’t much we could do but watch.

Terry put his hands under Gina’s arms and lifted her until her large breasts seemed to float on top of the bubbling water. I couldn’t help but stare at the deep cleavage between the two evenly tanned globes. I felt my cock rising again as I thought about what it must be like to screw such a lovely bit of flesh.

“Doesn’t she have a great set of boobies, guys?” Terry asked, looking down at her jugs just below his nose.

“Oh, hush,” Gina said softly.

Instead Terry reached behind her and pulled the little bow that tied the top behind her and suddenly the little cloth was in his hand instead of around her hooters. He said, “See, they really are beautiful, don’t you think?”

Jimmy and I murmured our agreement at the same time, just as Gina jumped out of the tub, sitting on the edge of the deck.

“Oh, stop it, Terry,” she said but I thought her protest lacked conviction. At first she futilely tried to cover her boobs with her arms but then when it became obvious that she couldn’t really cover them even if she used both arms, she just dropped her arms to her sides. I gaped at the beautiful twins no more than two feet from my face. I was shocked that Terry would put his wife on display for Jimmy and me … and even more surprised that Gina didn’t really seem all that upset with him.

“I think she’s got the greatest set of jugs I’ve ever seen,” Terry averred. “Don’t you think they are gorgeous, guys?”

“Oh, yeah!” I responded with enthusiasm.

“Yeah, man!” Jimmy seconded.

“Oh, shit!” Gina said. “If you’ve seen one boob, you’ve seen them all.”

“Not so!” Terry exclaimed. “Some are more beautiful than others, right, Gene?”

“Absolutely!” I quickly concurred. “And those are the best I’ve ever seen!”

“See, hon,” Terry said. “I’ve been telling you that all along. You’ve got the best ones anywhere.”

Gina giggled, then said “I’m going to get something else to eat.”

She stood on the tub’s seat and started to turn around but Terry’s hand were quicker. Like lightening, he grabbed both bows on her hips and with a flash of cloth, she was as naked as a jaybird.

She mumbled something unintelligible but Terry pushed her so that she sat on the deck at the top of the tub. He said, “And look at this pretty little kitty, men. Isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”

He spread her legs so that her baby’s butt-bare pussy was spread for us to peruse. And, yes, I had to admit that it was as magnificent an offering as I had ever seen. I couldn’t help myself; I moved forward to get a better look, just as Jimmy did the same thing from the other side. I glanced at Terry but he was smiling approvingly as I nodded my agreement. Gina eased back until she was laying on the deck and there seemed to be no struggle from her to indicate that she objected to Terry’s actions.

“Get in there and get a taste of pure honey,” Terry said, holding her left leg while pushing her right leg toward me. I floated forward until I was face to “face” with Gina’s pretty little crevasse. True she was wet but was it the water from the hot tub? With another glance at Terry to insure that I had his permission, I lowered my face to her core and let my tongue lick the length of her slit.

There was no doubt that I tasted water. And there was no doubt that I tasted fresh pussy juice from a woman who was mentally hot and physically preparing for sexual activity, even if it might be an involuntary reaction. I swiped my tongue around the outside of her lovely opening and then slurped all the way from bottom to top.

Without taking my tongue out of her pussy, I glanced up to see Gina’s reaction. I thought she had been trying to cover her naked breasts again but … no, she was massaging them and pulling and twisting her nipples. I went back to the task at hand, eating her pussy.

With my tongue deep in her opening and probing all around, I heard Terry say, “Jimmy, get up there and let her suck your cock.”

I was vaguely aware of Jimmy scrambling out of the tub and when I looked up several seconds later, Gina was still pulling on her nipples but she had tilted her head back and had a mouthful of Jimmy’s cock, her cheeks testifying to the suction she was putting on his balls. I could only imagine what her tongue was doing to him.

I began to get serious about eating pussy, licking her opening, then teasing her clit over and over. Terry climbed out of the tub and lay beside Gina, pulling one of her hands away from her boob and placing it on his erection. She took the direction and began to stroke Terry’s cock, never missing a beat with Jimmy’s member in her mouth.

However after a few minutes she did put everything on hold while she shuddered through a strong climax that sent a fresh stream of sweet/tart pussy nectar gushing out onto my tongue. I lapped up her juices and searched everywhere for more until I was sure I had not overlooked any.

By then, I had pushed my trunks down to let my raging hard-on find a more comfortable position. I figured we’d gone this far so there must be no boundaries … at least not until they said so. I knelt on the tub’s bench and found that it was just right to put my cock and her pussy together. I spread her legs, guided my dong to her opening and eased inside.

If I expected any opposition, I was disappointed because there was none. Gina kept sucking Jimmy’s cock and stroking her husband’s member … and then signaled her approval by slipping her other hand between us and massaging my balls as I slowly moved in and out of her. Since she had given up working over her nipples, I took up where she left off, rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers for awhile, then pulling them away from her body until her tits were taut.

After a bit, I turned one hand and slid it between us, working my thumb around her mound and then into her crease until I could tickle her clitty. About twenty seconds of that sent her over the edge for the second time.

After the waves of pleasure eased off into the sunset, Gina began working harder on Jimmy and Terry while I went back to banging her pretty pussy. Terry was the next to climax, shooting his load mostly over the edge of the hot tub onto the deck and letting some of it splatter on his stomach, as guided by his wife’s hand.

Seconds after Terry finished dribbling the last of his cum, Jimmy groaned, threw back his head, and began to shoot his load down Gina’s throat. She kept sucking his cock, letting nary one drop escape, until Jimmy’s penis deflated and he almost fell on top of her as his muscles stopped functioning. I picked up the pace again, pumping harder and faster into Gina’s hot pussy and I felt her inner muscles clasp my shaft over and over as if trying to milk me. It worked and after a couple more minutes, my balls contracted and started pumping their load into her sweet cunt. Shortly after the first splash deep in her vagina, she stiffened again and quaked through her third orgasm.

With the four of us exhausted and laying on the deck in utter chaos, Gina said to Terry, “That was a surprise. What are you going to do now?”

Terry smiled at Jimmy, then me before turning back to Gina. “Well, with the help of these guys, we intend to give you the fucking you’ve always wanted. Right, guys?”

I didn’t know what Terry had in mind but Jimmy and I both chimed in with “Right, Terry.” If they were offering her body for our use, we’d be crazy to turn it down … and neither of us was crazy.

Gina’s face broke out in a wide grin, with a bit of a devilish glint to her eyes. “Oh, yeah? Well, I’ll bet I can outlast all three of you guys. But we’re going to go do it where its more comfortable. Let’s go to our bedroom.”

Before we could respond, Gina jumped off the deck and headed for the house, her naked butt swaying provocatively in the dying light. All three of us, equally naked, quickly followed.

I was the last one up the stairs and into the bedroom. By the time I got through the door, Gina was already ensconced on the bed, laying on her back as near to the center of the bed as she could get. She spread her legs and gave Terry a come hither look and he dove onto the end of the bed and buried his face in her open twat.

Jimmy and I took opposite sides of the bed and lay alongside Gina. She groped around and found our cocks and began to tease them while we both took the nearest tit and pulled it to our mouths for suckling. Terry must have been doing a pretty good job of cleaning my cum out of Gina’s pussy because she began to moan and squirm on the bed. She had her fourth orgasm of the night just after I stuck my tongue down her throat in an almost savage kiss, as we both tried to swab the tonsils of the other.

By the time Gina relaxed again, Terry was on his knees and pulled her legs up to his shoulders as he buried his cock in her pussy. As he started to rock in and out, she said “I want to taste your cock … NOW!”

I got up on my spread knees and propped a couple of pillows under her head so that she could reach my cock. She spent several minutes just licking and sucking my throbbing purple arrowhead before she began pushing down onto my shaft. Jimmy was still sucking on her tit while her hand slithered up and down his cock and he had added the twisting of her other nipple to his repertoire.

Several minutes after he started pumping her pussy, I noticed that Terry was also fingering her clitty while he worked and Gina began to moan. Soon after that, she stiffened again and quivered through her fifth orgasm, not quite as intense as some of the others but still enough to cause her to shake like she had a mild case of the chills.

Terry resumed fucking his beautiful wife with even more vigor but she pulled her head off my cock. She said, “Move around to the top of my head.”

I hoped I knew what that meant. I knee-walked around until I was above her on the bed, pulling the pillows out from under her head. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth and I eased my cock in. For a few moments, I fucked her mouth gently but her free hand snaked around my bottom and tugged at me to come closer so I began to ease more and more of my cock into her mouth.

I felt the head slide into the constriction of her throat. Gina almost coughed once and I was ready to back off but she kept up the pressure until I felt the head slip into her throat. She pulled me forward until I felt her lips close around the base of my cock. It felt magnificent. That was only the second time in my life that a woman had swallowed all of my member and I loved it.

Gina’s cheeks caved in as she sucked on my dong. I started rocking back and forth fucking her face. When I remembered that there were other people in the room, I looked around to see Jimmy lost in nursing on Gina’s tit, which was jiggling every which way from the motion of Terry’s pussy fucking and my pumping her face. Just as I looked up, Gina pulled Jimmy’s cock over to her stomach and he launched several streams of hot cum onto her body.

I looked down at Terry and only then realized how close we were. With me leaning over Gina’s face and Terry leaning forward as he fucked her pussy, our faces were less than a foot from each other. However Terry’s eyes were closed and he grunted something about cumming just as he stopped moving and held himself deep in her cunt. It was the most erotic scene I could think of … and just as quickly my balls began to shoot my load into Gina’s throat.

The combination of events seemed to trigger Gina’s sixth orgasm, so strong that she almost threw Terry off the end of the bed as she jerked her legs outward and pointed her toes. She must have really clenched her hand around Jimmy’s deflating cock because he jumped like he was shot. I felt her hand on my ass yank me toward her and her suction increased on my cock until it was almost painful. However it only lasted a few seconds and then everyone was gasping for air.

Gina climbed over us and trotted to the bathroom to pee. We heard water running and in a few minutes she returned all clean and freshened up. For the next half hour she lay among us laughing and cutting up. She had been laying on her side facing away from me and my cock began to harden brushing against her big round buttocks.

When the conversation lagged a bit, Gina asked, “Well, are you guys done for the night?”

I put an arm around her and said, “Not yet, sweetheart. How about a piece of your ass?”

I thought she would protest but she rolled over onto her stomach so she could reach the nightstand. She fished into the drawer and then stuck her hand back at me. In it was a tube of KY Jelly.

I generously slathered my cock. When I spread her buttocks, the puckered covering was already beginning to open as she worked to relax the big muscle. I worked a gob of lube into her with one finger, then two and finally three and loved that it didn’t close back when I removed my fingers. Quickly I moved forward over her prone body and eased my cock into her tight ass … it was still tight for my cock but she just gave out a low moan that expressed pleasure instead of pain.

For a few minutes I worked my cock in and out of her bowels, delighting in the feelings that the tight ring of muscle sent coursing up my body. Suddenly I remembered the other guys and an idea dawned.

Carefully I worked my legs under the outside edge of her legs until my feet were together. Just as carefully I slipped my arms under Gina just below her big boobs. Sensing that things were about to change, she looked over her shoulder and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Just going to make things more fun, babe,” I answered.

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With thanks to my editors, Alianath Iriad and Lastman416, who saved me from quite a few errors. The end result is much better than it would have been otherwise.

This story is dedicated to Deadduck, if he’s still out there.

*****

– “Daniel!” My mother’s voice carried – down the stairs, through the closed door of my bedroom. She had powerful lungs.

“Don’t forget your Physio appointment! Four o’clock!”

I had to open the door before I called back – I just couldn’t compete in a shouting match.

– “I know, Mom!”

I glanced at the clock. High noon, on the dot. She knew my habits so well.

Once upon a time, I used to read my email first thing in the morning. But I’d discovered that plugging into the computer at the crack of dawn was less than ideal. It was somewhat like starting a bobsled run – hard to stop halfway.

So now I usually began my day with a few exercises, followed by a light breakfast, and a cup of tea or coffee, depending on my mood. I read a book, or a magazine, or chatted with Mom, if she wasn’t too busy – working from home may sound like a slacker’s paradise, but my mother was conscientious and highly productive.

After a mellow beginning, I would tackle some of my online classes. The temptation to load up a game was always there, but I could always do that in the afternoon or evening – and I found that I enjoyed it more if I’d been reasonably disciplined earlier in the day.

By noon, my appetite for work was swiftly declining. I needed a bit of lunch. Mom found a dozen different ways to remind me of the time.

I ate by the computer, checking my email. A light meal, with light thinking as accompaniment. Today, though, was just a little bit different. I had a message from Mike.

From: TheLegendaryM

Call me.

That was all it said.

Sometimes, when I finished reading my mail, I still had enough energy to go back to work. Most often, though, I would fire up a game. But today, I was intrigued enough by Mike’s request that I pulled out my phone.

– “Cyrano!” he shouted. That was my email address: [email protected]. Mike was amused enough that he frequently called me by my alias.

No – I don’t have that big of a nose.

– “Hey Mike.” I replied. “What’s up? Why didn’t you just call me, instead of asking me to call you?”

– “Aww, I didn’t want to interrupt anything, in case you were takin’ a dump, or jerkin’ off, or somethin’.”

That was Mike, all over. Classy. Elegant.

But he was also one of my best friends. karşıyaka escort We’d met at elementary school, where Mike had been one of the few people who hadn’t laughed at me, or pretended that I didn’t exist. We didn’t become friends, though, until junior high, when we ended up playing D I almost always played a fighter. The DM (Dungeon Master) was a bit of a dick: we had a TPK (total party kill) which left us all stunned.

Mike and I lived in the same neighbourhood. It was natural enough for him to walk home with me.

– “Well, that sucked.” he said.

– “You’d think he could have planned a more balanced encounter. Or he could’ve fudged a dice roll or two.” I said. “It’s like he wanted to wipe us out.”

– “Got that right, Dan.” said Mike.

From that moment on, we had something in common. It didn’t hurt that we liked the same music. We also played the same online strategy games. Neither of us had much of a social life, so we had plenty of time for gaming.

When we were both asked to be play-testers for a new game, Mike and I bonded. He came over to my house, and typed his ass off as I provided insights and free-flowing commentary.

“Sounds good, brother Cyrano.” he said. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

We tested several games together, belonged to a couple of the same forums and communities, and found ourselves agreeing on quite a few issues.

Mike was primarily interested in the mechanics, the nuts and bolts. He often delved into the code, and became a successful modder – a creator of modifications to the original games. I was more focused on gameplay issues: how it felt to play, and whether the controls were player-friendly (a bit of an issue for me).

I also tended to notice things that break immersion, like spelling or grammatical errors. It may seem like no big deal to you, but really bad Engrish can ruin the experience for me. Plot holes, continuity errors, overdone clichés … lots of things can spoil a game – same as with a TV series or a movie.

Now we were talking on the phone, instead of using our usual email.

– “What’s on your mind, Mike?” I asked.

– “I’m, ah … I’m working on a game.”

– “Which one? Titans?”

– “Nah. It’s not a mod, Dan. It’s an original.”

– “What? You’re developing a game? From scratch?”

He laughed. “Sounds crazy, right? But I have partners. One’s doing all of the art – the other is handling the story, and the characters. I’m just doing the coding. But I do have input into everything we put together.”

– “That’s awesome, Mike!”

– “I know, right? And I was thinking … well, I was hoping that you’d play-test it for us. In a closed beta, you know?”

Mike wanted me to be one of a small group of people who would try out his game. I felt a little flush of pride, that he valued my opinion that much.

– “What would you need me to do?”

– “Everything.” he said. “Whatever you notice. Proofreading, constructive criticism, feedback of any kind, whether it’s the gameplay, or the story …”

– “Story? Did you say ‘characters’, too? What kind of game is it?”

– “Well … it’s not a strategy game.”

Mike knew that I didn’t like FPS games (first-person shooters). They were too frenetic. My reflexes weren’t quick enough. I didn’t have the energy to play for a long time, either.

I much preferred turn-based strategy games, or simulations that had a pause button, so that I could think before I made a move. A ‘save’ function was a must for me.

“Actually …” said Mike. “It kinda is a strategy game. Sorta.”

– “It’s like a strategy game, but it’s not a strategy game?”

– “Yeah. That’s it.”

– “I don’t have a clue what that means.” I said.

– “Well … it’s more of a … dating simulation …”

– “A dating sim?”

– “Well … a dating sim slash porn game … kinda.”

I didn’t know what to say. Sure, I’d played a few of those types of games. Okay, maybe more than a few. But I did that in private, and washed my hands afterwards. I certainly didn’t write a critique of the experience …

There were a number of things that Mike and I had never talked about much: politics, religion, girls and sex among them. I wasn’t really comfortable having conversations about … those things.

“Dan? You still there?”

– “Yeah. I’m here.”

– “Hey – I’m levelling with you, bro. It’s an adult game. There’s sex in it. You ever play anything like that before?”

– “Yes.” I wasn’t about to lie to him.

– “Well, if I know my Cyrano – and I’m pretty sure I do – you like games with a decent story, with real characters, right? I mean, if all you want is to see tab A inserted into slot B, you could just watch porn. Know what I mean?”

– “Yes. But …”

– “Okay. Listen: I really need your help. Your feedback. ‘Cause my partners are really, really good, and I think this game could be special. Especially if we catch the glitches and the bloopers now, so we can fix ’em.”

“It’s still early; we’ve finished the first two builds, and we’re well into 3.0. It’s going to look good. That’s for sure. Snogg is a frickin’ genius -“

– “Snogg?”

– “The artist. Wait ’till you see his stuff. Un-believable. It’s going to look amazing. But it’s going to sound good, too. We’ve got voice actors lined up, and … okay, I don’t want to give too much away. But I really need your help, Dan.”

– “I don’t know, Mike.”

– “Look – I know that you’re a bit shy about this stuff. And I know you can’t type pages and pages of comments. But what if you just jotted down a few notes – and then recorded yourself speaking your feedback?”

“You could just send me an audio file – your very own podcast. No conversation, no embarrassment …”

Mike did know me well. In addition to all of my other problems, I wasn’t just shy; I damn near went catatonic rather than talk to girls. I couldn’t even talk about girls. I wasn’t just a 22 year-old virgin; I was probably a virgin for life.

But could I actually talk about that sort of thing – if it was just with a microphone?

“You have a feel for games, Dan.” he continued. “We want this to be fun, with a challenge, too. You’ve got great instincts for games – and … it would mean a lot to me if you could help us.”

He had me, there. I didn’t want to disappoint Mike. And I was a little curious about this game of his …

– “Okay. I’ll give it a try, Mike.”

Alea Jacta Est.

***

The very next day, he sent me a file to download. It was surprisingly big – the artwork was probably the culprit.

I didn’t expect anything particularly NSFW at the very beginning, but you never know – I waited until Mom was out on an errand before I opened the exe. file.

The very first screen was … a letdown.

It looked a bit like the album cover from Led Zeppelin’s Physical Graffiti. A run-down building, but without anything interesting in the open windows.

The title was in big letters: THE APARTMENT.

The menu offered me the usual choices: start a new game, load a saved game, options, credits, and quit.

Options would allow me to change the screen resolution, or the sound effects. At that point, I realized that I should put my headphones on. But if Mom came home …? I compromised by putting the left headphone over my ear, while leaving my right ear free.

I regretted it almost immediately. The music was … ouch. It sounded like some techno geek was sampling Ravel’s Bolero .Repetitive – yes. Hypnotic – no. Sensual … not at all. It was just … awful.

I clicked on ‘Credits’.

ARTWORK a new screen appeared, asking me to choose a ‘role’ for each girl.

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This story was written upon request, but is based on a true story. All people and events are totally fictional. Always practice safe sex. Remember: this is a fantasy and does not promote non-safe sex.

My wife and I have been married for over twenty years and although our sex life was OK, I sometimes though that we should pep things up a bit.

It all began so innocently, that I can’t really remember when I first became suspicious. It all started when Paul started to visit our son, Sam, on a regular basis. Paul was a slim, good-looking, dark-haired guy of around 22 with a friendly, easy-going manner. He and Sam were both part of the varsity athletics team.

Elaine, my wife, was 45 years old, but still looked really good. She had kept her figure well through sport – mostly aerobics and tennis. As summer approached, she started wearing her usual light cotton summer dresses.

One particular afternoon, Paul had called around. Sam hadn’t yet got back from University and was sitting around with Elaine and me while we waited for him to arrive. I was sitting next to Paul on the sofa with Elaine sitting opposite us. She was wearing a navy-blue cotton dress which buttoned down the front and came down to just above her knees. Sitting down in the comfy chair had, however, caused her dress to slide up so that I could now see a lot more of her long slim thighs. Since she had her legs together, there was little else to see.

Paul and Elaine were and laughing and chatting so easily that it was clear that there was an undercurrent of attraction between them that more than bridged the 23 years age difference between them. As the conversation continued, Elaine relaxed back into her chair and in doing so, her legs fell apart slightly, so that I now had a clear view of her panty-covered crotch. She was wearing a pair of black cotton panties with lace edging.

I glanced over at Paul and saw that he too had noticed the show that my wife was giving us. He kept glancing down at her crotch, while continuing to chat with us both. Just as I began to wonder whether Elaine was aware of what she was exposing, the door opened and Sam came in. Shortly afterwards, Paul and Sam disappeared outside, leaving Elaine and me in the kitchen. I decided to talk to her about what had happened.

‘Elaine, were you doing that on purpose?’

‘Doing what?’

‘In the sitting room, when Paul was there.’

‘What did I do?’

‘From where we were sitting, we could see right up your dress!’

‘Really? Oh, I didn’t realise.’

‘You need to be more careful how you sit. We – me and Paul – could see your panties from where we were sitting on the sofa.’

‘Oh, well, it’s no big deal. I mean it’s just like wearing a bikini, right? And anyway, the guy’s over twenty years younger than me – he’s hardly going to be interested in an old woman like me, is he?’

‘I don’t know about that; he certainly looked often enough!’

‘Don’t be silly! Come on, let’s go to the pool, I could do with a swim.’

With that, I turned my mind to other things and let matters drop.

————–

A couple of weeks later, Sam had invited Paul around for a beer and we decided to have a barbeque in the garden. It was one of those baking hot summer evenings and we were all soon drinking more beer than we should have done on empty stomachs.

Elaine was dressed in a navy-blue T-shirt and thin white cotton trousers. The material was so thin that not only was the outline of her white lace thong visible, you could also just about make out the pattern of the lace panel covering her crotch.

The evening passed in a flash as we all laughed and talked about our childhoods and some of the crazy things we had got up to. I was aware of the rather intense eye contact between Elaine and Paul, but ignored it as we were all having a good time. As the evening drew to an end, Sam suggested that his friend stay over as he had had too much to drink, to be able to drive home.

Elaine agreed and set about preparing a temporary bed in the sitting room. Thirty minutes later, having cleared up all the plates and cutlery, Elaine and I were in our bedroom buca escort getting ready for bed. Elaine had changed into a short babydoll style nightie in a plain peach-coloured material which was just about long enough to reach mid-thigh level. Although the material was opaque, her nipples could be clearly seen as they poked through the soft material.

I didn’t really think too much about it – and was looking forward to climbing into bed with her – when Elaine suddenly announced that she needed something to drink after all the alcohol that evening. I protested that she couldn’t go down dressed like that when Paul was downstairs.

‘Don’t be silly. This is almost as long as the summer dresses I wear. I am probably not going to bump into him and anyway, he’s not going to be interested in an old woman like me.’

‘You’re not old and I still don’t think that you should be parading about in front of him like that!’

‘I am not PARADING in front of anyone. I simply want to get a drink of water. OK, if it bothers you, I’ll put some panties on.’

Before I could say another word, she grabbed a pair of red panties from her underwear draw and tugged them on. Without even looking at me, she opened the door and headed off downstairs.

I waited a few seconds, unsure as to what to do. Then I pulled on my shorts and headed off after her. I arrived in the hallway to hear soft voices coming out of the kitchen.

I crept up and looked in through the crack in the door.

Elaine was standing with her hand on the fridge door and laughing, looking over her shoulder at Paul, who was watching her, dressed only in a pair of grey shorts.

‘Yeah, right. Why would a guy like you be interested in an old woman like me? What’s wrong with the chicks at University?’

‘I mean it. You are a very attractive woman Elaine.’

Still laughing quietly to herself, Elaine opened the door to get the water from the cool box at the bottom of the fridge. To my surprise, she didn’t crouch down to get it, but bent forwards, straight legged. This caused her nightie to ride even higher until the red silk panties she was wearing were almost completely exposed. Paul whistled though his teeth.

‘Now that is something to sink your teeth into!’

Elaine stood up, turned around and laughed.

‘Maybe not your teeth, but you could certainly sink something else into it!’

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Looking over to Paul I could plainly see the bulge in his shorts – reflecting the state that I was in.

‘Look, I’ve got to get back. Why don’t you come over on Tuesday evening. We’ll have the house to ourselves and we can continue this conversation then.’

Paul grinned.

‘OK, but I’d like a goodnight kissed to be getting on with.’

Elaine walked over to him and made to give him a quick kiss on the lips. Paul was having nothing of it. He grabbed her head and pulled her into a full tongue kiss before dropping his hand and cupping her breast through the soft peach coloured material. Elain twisted away and broke off with a gasp.

‘I’ve got to go. Tuesday?’

‘I’ll be there.’

With that, Elaine turned and walked towards the doorway where I was standing. I quickly made myself scarce and just made it to my bed before she came in.

‘And?’

‘Just as I said, Paul was in the sitting room – probably dreaming of some cute chick at University.’

My emotions were in a turmoil. On the one hand, I was furious and felt betrayed by what I had just seen. On the other hand, I was incredibly turned on by the scenes that kept playing before my eyes. I decided there and then that I was going to make sure that I was there on Tuesday night.

Feeling incredibly horny, I pulled Elaine down onto me and slipped one hand down to stroke her silk panties. She was soaking! It seemed that I was not the only one who was turned on by the events. Forcing Elaine onto her front, I pulled off my shorts, knelt behind her and tugged her sopping panties to one side.

With one thrust, I entered her and fucked her hard and fast until we both came.

‘What’s up with you tonight? You’re not normally so direct!’

‘I dunno. Just feeling horny I guess. Complaining?’

‘Nope!’

————-

Tuesday arrived. This was the day that I normally went out with my drinking buddies for the evening. This time, I rang each one of them in turn and told them that I couldn’t come, but that they shouldn’t mention it to Elaine. After a few questions as to what was going on, they agreed to do as I had asked, presumably assuming that I was meeting another woman. Little did they know.

At 7pm I called to my wife that I was going and drove off down the driveway and went around the block, where I parked the car. I returned by foot to my house, taking a small side pathway which enabled me to climb into our back garden without being noticed.

30 minutes later I heard the doorbell ring faintly and walked to the window in time to see Elaine lead Paul into the sitting room. He was dressed in a smart shirt and trousers and carrying a light sports bag. Elaine had also done herself up and was wearing a body-hugging white dress and was barefooted.

Even from here, it was clear that Elaine wasn’t wearing a bra as I could see her nipples through the white material of her dress. The other thing that suprised me was that she was wearing a pair of blue panties under the dress – they too were clearly visible. This was always something that I had wanted Elaine to do for me but she had always refused, saying that it was too sluttish.

Before I could think about what this might mean, Elaine and Paul were buried in a full kiss and Paul’s hands were all over Elaines bum and back.

I was a bit exposed out in the garden, so I decided to slip into the house which would also let me hear any conversations they might be having. I silently slid the key into the lock and let myself in, closing the door behind me. I took my shoes off and walked quietly into the hallway. Here I found a good hiding place where I could look through the half-opened doorway without being seen from the sitting room. What I saw made my heart start pounding with excitement and made my knees weak. Elaine was down on her knees and was pulling his trousers down! This done, Paul stepped out of them and Elaine reached up for his shorts. As she tugged them down, a hard cock sprang out, its swollen head only inches from Elaine’s face. She pulled his shorts down completely and then took hold of his cock in both hands. Without the slightest hesitation, she leaned forwards and took Paul’s cock in her mouth. Her head started bobbing up and down as she slid her lips up and down his shaft. It was clear from the expression on his face that Paul was not going to be able to stand much more of this. Elaine reached up and grabbed Paul’s buns, pulling him onto her. Within seconds, Paul called out that he was going to come. I tensed, waiting for Elaine to pull back like she always did. To my surprise, she pulled Paul tighter towards her and held him there, presumably fellating him with her tongue. Suddenly Paul stiffened and grunted as he came and I watched in both fascination and awe as my wife swallowed every last drop of come Paul had to offer.

After a few seconds, Paul pulled Elaine to her feet in front of him. Elaine started to unbutton her dress, but Paul stopped her.

‘Wait. I want to film you stripping!’

‘Paul, I’m not sure I …’

Paul ignored her protest and rifled through his bag before pulling out a video camera and switching it on.

‘OK. Now slowly unbutton your dress for me.’

‘I don’t know. I don’t think this is a good idea.’

Despite her protests, Elaine did as she was told. Slowly, button by button, she undid her white dress, slowly exposing the smooth valley between her breasts. As she continued, her smooth, flat stomach appeared, followed by the lace rim of her royal blue silk panties. Within seconds, her panties were completely exposed and Paul was kneeling in front of her obviously zooming in on her panty-covered crotch.

‘Now let your dress slip over your shoulders.’

**Elaine did as she was told and let the dress fall to the floor, exposing her full breasts, her dark nipples stiffened with excitement. From here it was clear that Elaine was turned on, her panties had darkened where they hugged her pussy and her face was flushed with excitement.

‘OK. Now turn around and lean onto the sofa – support yourself with your hands.’

In doing so, Elaine’s bum was thrust up towards Paul, who continued to film her, apparently focussing his attention on her silk-covered pussy. In this position, the material had been pulled up tightly into her pussy so that the outline of her labia was to be seen.

‘Now turn around again and sit on the sofa. Lean back and spread your legs for me.’

This time Elaine didn’t even question the instructions, but did as she was told and before Paul could say anything else, she had thrust her hand down inside her panties and started to finger herself. She shut her eyes and her movements became more rapid.

‘Wait. I want to film you doing that! Take your knickers off.’

He continued filming as my wife slid her knickers down her thighs and over her shins before kicking them off to one side. Within seconds, she had spread her legs again and exposed her swollen pussy to us both. Her hand returned between her legs as she continued her ministrations.

I glanced over at Paul and saw that his cock had returned to its previous erect state, the shiny purple head exposed where the foreskin had been drawn back.

Elaine made a stifled moan and bit her lip as she came; her body stiffening and her thighs clenching, trapping her hand between them. As her orgasm subsided, Paul pulled off his T-shirt and set the camera on a tripod.

‘Get on your hands and knees on the floor.’

Elaine did as she was told without comment.

Her full breasts hung down and her back arched as Paul knelt down between her shins, placing his hands on her buttocks. For one second, I thought he might want to take her bum but then he placed the tip of his cock between Elaines thighs and entered her in a single smooth thrust, causing Elaine to exhale loudly.

Holding her by the hips, he started to thrust into her before pulling back and then thrusting fowards once more. Elaine was pushing herself back onto his cock in time with his movements. Now covered in a light sheen of sweat, Elaine arched her back and called out loud as she came for the second time that evening, before collapsing onto the floor. Paul pulled out of her and I caught a look of his erect cock, glistening with their love juices.

Elaine got up and turned around, pushing Paul down onto his back on the floor. Kneeling astride him, she lowered herself down onto Paul’s cock and started a gently rhythmic rocking motion, rubbing her pubic mound against him and cupping her breasts with her hands.

Paul was groaning now and Elaine dropped her hands and placed them on Paul’s hips. Supporting herself with her hands, she rubbed her pussy against the tip of his cock, letting the head of his cock enter her before lifting back again. This was too much for him and he came, pushing up against Elaine as she bored down on him.

Once they had both recovered, they disentangled themselves and Paul turned off the video camera.

‘Paul? What are you going to do with that film? I don’t want you showing it around!’

‘It’s just for me – for when you’re not there. But I’ll give copy it for you now.’

‘What? How?’

‘I’ve got everything with me.’

With that, he pulled out a new video tape and a variety of cables from his bag and hooked up the camera to our video recorder.

‘Shit. Look at the time. We’ve got to get dressed!’

‘Can I have a quick shower?’

‘Yes, but hurry up.’

Pulling back so that I couldn’t be seen, I hid until they had both showered and dressed. Once Paul had packed everything away and given Elaine the tape, they said their goodbyes and Paul left, I watched Elaine to see where she would hide the tape, before sneaking back out of the back door and returning 10 minutes later via car.

—————–

Needless-to-say, we had some pretty steamy sex that night although Elaine must have been pretty tired from her earlier activities. She behaved as if nothing unusual had happened. Now the only thing that I need to decide is what to do with the tape. Maybe I’ll just confront her with it …

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I woke up in my own bed. Unfortunately I had to go to school really early. On my way to train and on the train too all I could think of was last evening with the most amazing woman I have ever met.

In year 2000 one woman told me how his boyfriend could make her enjoy sex 1000 times more I ever could. Knowing my own skill and toughness of my cock I didn’t agree or try to make her take her words back. In short words she had her own taste and I had mine. In my teens I dreamed of slim tall blonde with big tits. My first real girl friend was short, a bit overweight and her tits were around size B 80. The next girl friend Anna, who had her own story, was size A 80 slim and 167 cm tall. The third had big DD tits and she was fat and ugly. Those were real girl friends, but there is one who goes between one and three. T is tall, she has size D tits but beautiful is not a perfect word to describe her looks. She is sexy, maybe good-looking, but not beautiful.

All this in summary goes to the joy of sex and love. It never occurred to me that sex is so mental thing before I met her. With my first sexual partner I had pure lust for her, but she felt like being a fuck buddy. Maybe if she had not been so keen on having children while she was young we would have learned to care more for one another.

When I first met T in person, she walked on me in a library. As we sat down and talked I didn’t have any reaction inside my pants. Then she bent forward to pick something from her bag. Then I noticed her body. I saw the body I thought she was hot. Few weeks later we were kissing and caressing one another and that time and many times that followed felt much better than having intercourse with any woman before.

T found a man she wanted to date and unfortunately that wasn’t me. But when I found Anna I was the one who wanted to date and Anna only wanted sex. The fat woman was looking for fuck buddy, but we were much more than that. Unfortunately I never got the same feeling with her as I did with T so I walked away from best sexual relationship I could have ever wanted.

But Suzie beats all those other women in general. I don’t mean she is as kinky as the fat woman, but that is not necessary. But Suzie made me realize that there are perfect women in the world.

Traveling back home from school my cock was rock hard just thinking of her looks. I felt warm no matter how cold the train actually was. I felt I had to call her or send her at least a message. I waited until I got home, took a quick shower and drove to her place. She was walking with her dogs when I saw her from my car. I opened the window and drove next to her

– Hi beauty. I hope you don’t mind me popping by, I said.

– I just hope Magda doesn’t jump under your car.

– My uncle has an old dog called Jope. The dog is not afraid of trucks, cars or tractors, but a plane or thunder will drive the dog crazy.

– You have been in my mind all day

– You too. I felt so bad leaving so early yesterday

– Once you got your car parked would you mind taking me to town?

– Sure, what for?

– My car is at service. My father took it there this morning, he is busy this evening.

– Why should I park the car if we leave straight away?

– I have to call to make sure it is ready. It is actually not my car; it is one of his sale stocks so it is the last car going to service today.

– It may be two hours or so

– Yes. I didn’t know you were coming but I have some pasta if you want something to eat

– Sure

She served me food and there were no leftovers this time. At around the last fork full of pasta she asked if the food was good.

– Yes it is

– I am not sure if you want to hear what I wanted to say next

– Something wrong

– I think you came here for a reason, but I have to say no

– No to what?

– You wore me out last night. I couldn’t ride today and driving a car wasn’t too nice either.

– Do you need your car today

– No, but some time tomorrow

– I am free tomorrow, all day

– I have to go to a job interview 10 AM

– What about if I take you there and then to the car?

– You mean coming here first thing in the morning

– Unless you want me to stay here all night?

– Can you keep your hands of me all night?

– I don’t know, but if you are sure I can keep my peewee in my pants

– Could you really do that?

– I think so, but if you don’t want to be kissed and caressed I have to sleep at least one floor down and two locked doors in between.

She smiled, but didn’t say anything.

We didn’t get the car that night. In fact we had really pleasant evening together. Feeding the horses, walking the dogs, cooking a light dinner and watching two movies from DVD. During the second movie suddenly the doorbell rang. She went to open the door and I took the remote to stop the movie.

– Hi Dad

– Didn’t get your car

– No I have a ride for tomorrow

– My Cabriolet is now insured too. I’ll take it when I leave.

– Summer has began

– Seems so. There is a car up front fethiye escort by the way. Really nice retro Russian four by four. Anyone I know?

– No, but baby sis has met him once or twice.

– I have seen the car… A big man driving it

– No that was his brother… I kind of hoped I could have him alone with me for a while

– Ok I got the hint

– No! No, I mean he is a bit shy and…

– Ok so you don’t want to scare us

– No or yes, but see yourself

– Hi I am Suzie’s dad, said his dad

– Hi, I am her date, I said and shook his hand

– You got some set of wheels on the yard. I imagined some big bald old man driving that kind of car.

– I am not bald, not yet, but I took that car because the road is in pretty poor condition

– What do you know about road condition?

– Plenty, I have made better roads than that and certainly driven in less mud in off road competition.

– Sand roads are always in poor condition this time of year

– Sure, but the road will never be dry if all water flows in the middle

– You drive a grader

– Never have, never will, I hope

– How can you make a road without a grader?

– There are plenty of tools and machines available, but grader will only make that road worse. An excavator would by my choice.

– Susie told you were shy

– True, but when I have my own opinion I don’t hide it if I feel like I am right.

– Is there a road you have been working?

– Actually the first crossroad after the small bridge driving from your place to town center.

– It was repaired many years ago

– Yes and it has worn from surface, but the repairs I made will last until a pipe bursts under the road.

– Any other place

– On the Road 23112 there is now a twin pipe bridge. There use to be a wooden bridge.

– Wait a minute. The… The bridge with one triangular and one round pipe that was repaired in the worst rain in 30 years. I admit you know something about making roads.

– It would have been an easy job during a dry summer, but that rain forced us to open the damn because the water rose 3 meters In 8 1/2 hours and water began to rise to fields.

– Ok so I leave you two alone

After her father drove away with his small Ford Cabriolet we finished the movie, kissed, talked and fed the animals. Because nights are short we went to shower and bed much before the sunset. I kept my hands above her navel and held her close. She fell asleep much before me

When she woke me up in the morning she had a lot to do. I helped her the best I could and drove after her when she took her dad’s car back and then we drove to the interview. She had got a message from her dad that the car was finally ready and I drove her there. She kissed me inside the car and I noticed her father shortly after our kiss broke.

– I really had nice night and morning with you, she said.

– Me too. You look so good even in your sleep

– I wonder if you’d like to meet me tomorrow

– I am busy tomorrow all day, but I should be free at 8 PM

– I wish you could come tonight too

– I’d better not. I have an important mid term exam tomorrow morning and I haven’t opened the books yet.

– Ok go home and study. See you

When I saw her next time she told me how her father had cross- examined her because of the things her little sis had said. But the point was that I had told him the truth. My night with Susie was really awesome. We made love only once, but the next morning she said

– You should have told me you are a good lover

– Am I?

– Yes you are and my abs and my pussy are so sore you’ll soon have to start fucking my ass every other day or something

– I don’t argue with you

– I have never done it, but no-one else has ever fucked me more than 20 minutes at a time, not that I am timing or anything

– I am sorry It takes me some time to cum

– I have talked with many women about the fact how long a guy will last while sober. Only one woman told me she had met a mega fucker who could last nearly an hour

– And that makes me a robot

– No, but a mega class lover in my opinion. I have heard of Tantra sex but two hours of making love is too much for me.

– I am sorry

– No… I mean I love it, but there is always the next day with my pussy burning and for sure I am not a dry young virgin.

– You are perfect. I want you to get good portion of sex too.

– Ok, but I got the job and I can’t sit if I am as truly fucked as I am now

– We’ll have to figure out something

– Will you come any faster if I suck you?

– Yes, how about you?

– Don’t know. Any other ideas?

– Toys or joy jelly to keep you extra wet…

– I’ll second that second idea first.

The next time we made love I was extra cautious to make her cum first, then add a lot off joy jelly and fuck her like a madman. That was a well working idea. She came twice while I came once but the main point was her looks next morning. She sat without any trouble and while she was having her lunch break she send me a message: I miss you already and my pussy will be wet by the time I see you again.

She was really horny when we met in the evening. We forgot the dogs and horses and everything and had a really good ten minutes in her bed that made her cum. I pulled out and held her close. She wanted to make me cum, but she had things to do. She put on her panties she had worn all day and told me she would like to wrap them around my nose in an hour or two. That didn’t happen that day but on next Friday evening we did fuck like that. The sent of her pussy was nearly enough to make me cum. But anyway the first session on Friday lasted less than ten minutes, the second nearly half an hour and on our third time that day we really made love long and hard. The time lost it’s meaning and we fell a sleep worn out, satisfied and above all together in love with one another.

She woke me up next morning with a kiss on my lips. I kissed her back and opened me eyes.

– Did you sleep well, asked Suzie

– Yes I did, how about you

– Slept yes, but you did it again…

– Feel sore?

– You bet, but not too much. I think I’ll be fine by tomorrow

– You need a hand with the horses

– I was kind of hoping you would walk the dogs and help me later

– What did you have in mind?

– Nothing much, but I recall you wanted a ride with me on the two seated carriage

– Yes

– Weather is perfect today

– You are on.

When we came back from the ride we cooked together and I got a call that made me leave her alone after lunch. During next few weeks I met her nearly every day. We slept together, cooked together and things people do together. On one night she spoke and looked serious.

– I need to talk to you about something

– Shoot, I am all ears

– I got a bit better paid job

– Terrific, when do you start

– In less than a week

– Is there something wrong?

– It is 3 shift work and nearly 45 km away from here

– And that means?

– It means at least 9 hours away from here, plus they immediately warned that there could be overtime.

– Isn’t that just about what you wanted?

– Yes, but I am a bit worried what will happen while I am away from home.

– You mean your animals

– Yes.

– Can I help you?

– You got a job next to the place I use to work. You have quite regular hours. I was wondering if you would like to move in with me?

– I haven’t much thought about it

– I have. We are much like an old married couple but we don’t argue, we do have sex life and we don’t live together.

– How long can I consider? I don’t want to risk this relationship by saying yes or no too early.

– You mean that moving in with me might be a mistake?

– Not a mistake, but I am quite happy the way things are going right now. How about if I bring my laptop, tooth brush and a bit more clothes than I usually have in my bag?

– I was thinking you could have the small bedroom and at least a double closet. I already told you where my spare key is when you gave me your car spare key.

– Then we shall try it. I guess you want me to pay half of the living costs too

– Half of food, groceries, electricity and all use of Internet.

– You don’t have internet

– No, but If you want it you have to pay for it. I have an account that allows only buy groceries from a local store. If we share the account there either one could do the shopping.

– Sound like a fair deal

That pretty much did it. I moved in with her. We got married few years later and we are still married. My wife was beautiful when we met for the first time, she was beautiful when we got married and she is still beautiful and I love her truly and deeply.

Well that was my imagination. But it is so funny how I can see the future. I started this story on February 18.ht. I got this far before March. On March 15.th she send me a message. Her horse and pony had gone trough fence and run away. She had been chasing her animals most of the day. Tomorrow I am going to visit her place with a cordless drill and I’ll visit a place she is about to buy sawdust for her horse and pony. So If I imagine she may need someone to keep an eye on her animals while she is away I am right.

She had called someone to come and fix her fence, but at something like 11 am I got a message that the guy hadn’t turned up yet. She couldn’t put her horses outside the stable and she was tired after night shift. She asked if I was busy that after noon after 2 pm. Well I was free shortly after her message and soon after I replied I had the time she replied me again: “don’t worry, Mike just came to fix the fence. I’ll try to sleep some more”

I didn’t go home to get the drill. Instead I drove to the place I assumed she was going to buy the sawdust from. There was a sawmill and a small wood product plant and an element house factory. The sawmill was on holiday but the owner of the wood product plant was helpful. I took his card and the information and took it to Suzie. First I though she would find the card from her mailbox, but when I dropped it I noticed there was all her mail.

I walked to her door. Nothing moved but her dogs. I rang the bell and what seemed like ten minutes she walked down the stairs. She was wearing a silky to piece night outfit that was mainly blue. She looked angry as a bear just waken up from winter sleep. The first thing she said:

– Why can’t I sleep in peace

– I am sorry I woke you up. I visited the place that delivers sawdust. Here is the card and more information in the back. I have things to do so I’ll be going. I hope you get some sleep

– Is there three wires in the fence, I can’t see that far

– Yes there is. I’ll go and see how my trailer is doing since the last jobsite was moving rocks.

On my way home she send me a message saying I had visited wrong place. I activated my hands free and called her soon.

– Now what, she answered the phone

– You mean I visited wrong place?

– That wasn’t the place, since the people who told me about it would never pay that much for delivery.

– So it is the place on the other side of the street. There is dry sawdust under a roof. I didn’t find anyone there, but I mentioned it behind the card. I think you should call your friends and ask for a name and number since they have been doing business with the sawmill.

– I’ll drive to town and visit there later this afternoon

– Ok sorry I woke you up. I hope I didn’t ruin your day

– I’m not going to bed any more

– Bye.

She got someone else to deliver her the sawdust. But few days later she thanked me for doing things for her. I still think she is hot, but I doubt my fantasy sleeping with her will never come true. She is my first choice but few days before the sawdust message I got email as a reply to my old Internet contact add. If she makes me hot that will be another story.

Well the woman who replied to my contact add, turned up to be a cute, short blonde. Her name is Britney. She is more than a bit shy, but she makes me hot. On our first dates we barely held hands, but soon she dared to sit on my lap and I got to kiss her too.

Going back to Suzie. On March 26.th she was racing with her horse. I asked how did it go. She said she was 10.th out of 11 that finished. Her 4×4 broke down while she was returning horse trailer. Later the same week she asked if I could deliver her some hey from a farm near my place. I agreed and when I arrived with the bale she was standing in the pile of sawdust.

We rolled the bale inside and soon she asked if I’d like to have some tea. We had some tea and soon after the tea she showed me a video of the few races she had been. She was unlike every time before. She was talkative, beautiful and far more open than ever before.

During the day I took her hay we discussed about her yard. On April 25.th I went there to make a fence for her horses. It took me more than 3 days and a lot of sweat to get the wooden poles in right places. There was a lot of garbage medal and wood inside the planned fence I cleared before the first pole went to the right place.

On day two or day three she send me a message, something like. “You have been hard working and a lot of help and I am grumpy all the time”. I replied:” It is OK to let out some steam time to time so you can smile again”.

Snowball effect means that once one woman is interested there will others in no time at all. About two weeks before I got message from the short blonde I send a message to a woman who turned out to be 177 cm tall and pretty. Less thane two weeks before I got a message from the short blonde I visited a bar for afternoon tea. There was only one beautiful woman in the bar. I didn’t remember her name or face at first. She was looking at me, and I was looking at her. Then when I was about to leave she said “Hi”

– Do we know one another? I asked

– Yes, I am Eirie, you use to date my best friend

– Oh my, how is she doing

– Fine, she moved to bigger city

– I’ll have to buy you something. Usually I never forget a beautiful woman, but this time there was a blank spot in my memory.

– Really

– Yes. I am don’t remember names so well. What do you drink?

– Cider. Are you serious?

– I am already on my way home but not joking, but I’ll get one for you… Her you are

– Thanks

– I think I heard your real name too, but Eirie comes from the place you are from

– Lisa Stewart

– Lisa Stewart. I think I’ll remember it. But I’d better be going.

On the night I kissed Britney for the first time T had sent me a message. She had been with her ex boyfriend having bad sex as usual. I called her when I got home and asked if she was OK. We talked for 5 minutes before I went to sleep.

The following day Britney sent me few messages, T sent me two and also Suzie had something in her mind. I am not very happy about this situation because Suzie is beautiful, Lisa taller and as beautiful as Suzie and T… Well T isn’t so beautiful, but because I have known her so long I know if she tried to make a move on me it would be hard to resist, same goes to Suzie. I am quite sure Lisa would never do such thing to me.

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