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Much as I love my job at ‘Playthings’ helping customers choose their exotic lingerie and sex toys I always look forward to Thursdays, which is my regular day off and is the only day of the week that I get totally to myself because Ebony is at work. Sometimes I go into town for some retail therapy, or meet up with some friends for lunch or just potter around the apartment doing domestic type stuff.

On this particular Thursday in mid March I was especially lonesome because Ebony was away on a short skiing holiday with her friend Alex and another couple. I had been invited but I couldn’t get the time off work and in any case I’m not as good as they are on the slopes so I was content to give it a miss. Anyway, I needed to catch up on things like washing, ironing and cleaning and I could always ‘phone one of my playmates if I fancied some male or female company for the evening.

I was really getting stuck into the household chores when around midday our doorbell rang. This is quite unusual because the building has an entryphone system so whoever was at my door must be someone from within the block of four apartments. I peered through the spyhole and could see that the caller was male but I didn’t recognise him as one of my neighbours so I attached the security chain before opening the door slightly.

“Yes?” I said cautiously.

“Hello.” Came the reply. “I’m really sorry to disturb you but I’m looking after Mark and Lisa’s apartment for a couple of weeks and I’ve got a problem with the hot water system. I’ve tried to ‘phone them but I can’t get through so I’m after a small favour.”

“Hold on a moment.” I said as I undid the chain and opened the door fully.

“Hi.” He said with a beaming smile on his face. “You must be Candy.”

He held out his hand and we shook. “I’m Ross Taylor, a friend of Mark and Lisa, I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.”

I invited him in but to be honest he looked a bit of a mess wearing scruffy jeans and an old tee shirt covered in paint, unkempt hair and an unshaven face. On the plus side he had lovely smile and piercing blue eyes. Mind you, I wasn’t looking exactly glamorous myself dressed in an old grey tracksuit with my hair tied back.

He stood in the hallway and explained that he was staying at Mark and Lisa’s home and doing some decorating for them while they enjoyed a holiday at his place in Spain.

He said, “I know it’s a bit cheeky but I really need a shower and I just can’t get any hot water. Any chance I can use yours?”

“No problem,” I replied, “It’s through here.”

“Thanks,” he said, “I’ll just nip downstairs and grab a towel.”

“No need,” I said, “There are plenty of towels and bathrobes in there.”

He gave me a ‘thank you’ nod, went into the bathroom and shortly afterwards I heard the power shower burst into life. After a few minutes I entered the room and asked him if he was OK and if there was anything he needed. He replied that he was fine and didn’t seem to mind that I was watching him shower. He was probably in his mid-thirties with a lean, tanned muscular body and an impressive length of manhood hanging between his thighs. I was quite tempted to ask if I could join him but decided against it.

When he emerged from the shower wearing one of our white bathrobes he looked revitalised and accepted my offer of a cup of tea.

“That’s not a local accent.” I said.

“New Zealand.” He replied. “It’s a long story as to how I ended up in Spain but I have a great lifestyle and run my own property management company.”

He went on to explain how he’d met up with Mark and Lisa and why every now and again they do a mutually convenient house swap because they have friends in Spain and he has contacts in England. The decorating was a one-off favour.

As he was about to leave he asked, “Do you like Paella?”

“It’s one of my favourites.” I replied.

“Would you care to join me for dinner this evening?” He asked. “I have some superb wines that I’m sure you’ll love.”

“Sounds wonderful.” I replied.

“See you around seven thirty then.” He said as he collected his dirty clothes and disappeared down the stairs.

By five-thirty all my tasks were completed and I decided to run a nice hot bath for a long relaxing soak. As I dried my long peachy blonde hair in front of a full-length mirror I examined my reflection. I get lots of compliments on my bum, which I’d prefer to be a bit smaller but on the whole I’m happy my curvy body, milky white skin, plump firm breasts topped by pretty pale brown nipples and a silky smooth bald pussy.

I tecavüz porno scanned my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear and eventually settled on a slinky low cut red dress that suited my figure and showed plenty of cleavage. I considered wearing some nice lacy underwear and a pair of hold-up stockings but in the end I decided not to bother. I stepped into a pair of red high heels that matched my dress, grabbed a bottle of champagne from the fridge and ambled downstairs a good half an hour too early.

When he opened the door I couldn’t believe the transformation from a scruffy unshaven tramp into a gorgeous clean-shaven handsome hunk wearing lightweight baggy trousers and a stylish white shirt.

“Wow,” I said, “What a difference.”

“You too,” he replied, “I love the sexy dress.”

He ushered me in and I gave him the bottle saying something about not coming empty handed and almost immediately he popped the cork and poured two flutes of bubbly.

“Sorry I’m a bit early,” I said, “But I was ready and just kicking my heels.”

He passed me a glass and as we clinked them together he said, “Here’s to a nice evening and a new friendship.”

He showed me into the lounge, invited me to sit down and said, “Dinner won’t be ready for about forty-five minutes so let’s get to know each other a little better.”

We chatted and were both candid about our lifestyles. He told me about the steamy sex he has with his nubile twenty year old Spanish girlfriend and her horny forty year old next door neighbour whilst I gave him chapter and verse about my bi-sexual life with Ebony and my various playmates. We really seemed to connect and much as I was looking forward to a nice evening with a new man and dinner thrown in, I was really starting to feel that we would be enjoying something much more physical as the evening progressed.

The meal was delicious and the background music of classical Spanish guitar as well as the soft lighting just added to the ambience. The wine and conversation flowed until we reached a point where a kiss was inevitable. It was such a romantic moment as we held hands across the table and he rose out his chair to lean across kissing me tenderly on my lips. My heart actually skipped a beat and my libido started to kick in.

“I have a confession to make Ross,” I said.

“What’s that?” he asked curiously.

I stroked his cheek with my finger and said, “I’m not wearing any panties and my pussy is very moist.”

He smiled and said, “Is that a signal that we might be having sex later?” he asked.

I stood up and started to make my way round to his side of the table saying, “I can’t really wait ’till later Ross, I’m ready for it right now.”

By the time I reached him he’d already turned his chair round and was undoing his trousers. He reached in and pulled his cock out saying, “Mark and Lisa told me you were friendly.”

“You’re about to find out how friendly I can get,” I said as I took his cock in my hand and tugged on it gently a couple of times before positioning myself with my legs astride him. Without even bothering to lift my dress I guided the tip of his cock into the opening of my warm wet vagina and we both gasped a little as I lowered myself down on it with one deliberate penetrating movement.

I put my arms around his neck and we were kissing passionately as I raised and lowered myself rhythmically on his gloriously stiff cock. He began to gently fondle my breasts as we fucked and he managed to expose one of my nipples, which he sucked and licked with glee.

“Your cock feels so big in my tight pussy Ross, is it ok if I stay the night?” I asked.

“Jesus Christ,” He moaned,” What did I do to deserve this?”

As I rose and fell on his cock I replied. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

I felt in complete control of the sex we were having and kept altering the tempo from fast to very slow and I loved the sound of the soft moaning that we were making.

After a few more deep satisfying thrusts I whispered, “I bet you’ve got a full sac to give me Ross, I can’t wait to see it spurting from your cock.”

I disconnected from him and kneeled on the floor between his legs. His long thick cock was glistening with my pussy juices and I really enjoyed my flavour as I sucked him deep and hard. I was determined to bring him off sooner rather than later so I pleasured him with my hand and mouth until I could detect that he was close to a climax.

“Don’t give me any warning Ross,” I ordered, “Just give it to me.”

He grabbed the seat travesti porno of his chair and was clearly tensing up when suddenly he made the familiar groan a man makes when he ejaculates and a massive spurt of thick warm creamy cum shot from his cock landing on my face. Then another and another but I kept wanking him hard and sucked the precious droplets that oozed from his tiny hole until he was empty.

As everything subsided his eyes rolled around and he said slowly and deliberately, “That was just mind-blowing.”

I replied, “What a delicious load Ross. It’s everywhere, my face, my hair, and my eyes, all over my chest, my dress is spattered with it and I swallowed quite a bit so I think I love you already.”

It was one of those awkward moments after a totally spontaneous session of raw uninhibited sex when appropriate words are hard to find but Ross put everything back into perspective by asking, “Fancy a brandy?”

We both giggled and whilst he went to fix the drinks, I found the bathroom and cleaned myself up a bit. I couldn’t believe it when I looked at myself in the mirror and saw all the cum dripping off my face but a few minutes later I emerged looking more or less presentable apart from the obvious stains on my dress.

I sat on the sofa and Ross delivered two huge brandies and two black coffees before sitting beside me. We chatted, drank brandy and listened to music and although the rest of the evening was uneventful, it was really cosy and enjoyable.

At around ten thirty I said, “I’m ready for bed.”

Clutching a half empty bottle of white wine and two glasses he replied “Me too.”

We both stood up, embraced, kissed and he led me to his bedroom, which in truth was a typical man’s room with an unmade bed and clothes scattered everywhere. He placed the bottle and glasses on a bedside table and said sheepishly, “Sorry about the mess, I haven’t really had a chance to tidy up.”

“No problem.” I said as I reached behind my back to unzip my dress, which I let slip to the floor. Ross looked at me standing naked before him and I beckoned him towards me.

“If you like what you see you can take me.” I whispered.

He embraced me, kissed me and I felt his hand slipping between my legs. I gave a little gasp as his fingers fondled my pussy and when he found the moist opening of my vagina and inserted two fingers I just melted.

As he gently fingered me I reached down to his groin and unzipped his trousers. His lovely stiff cocked popped out easily and I pulled on it firmly saying, “When I woke up this morning I wasn’t expecting any of this.”

“Nor me.” He confessed.

I slipped under the duvet and waited for Ross to join me. When he did it was just so sensual to feel his warm naked skin on mine and as we kissed and caressed we started to explore and stimulate each other with our hands, lips and tongues. We threw the duvet off the bed and Ross lay on his back so that I could get on top of him with my legs either side of his face. As I massaged and sucked his delicious cock he plunged two fingers back into my warm wet cunt and sucked hard on my pussy lips and clit. It was so energetic that we both gasped and grunted like animals. I found myself spitting on Ross’s cock to make it as wet as I could and I felt his finger prodding at my anal hole, which I happily let him penetrate.

After a few fantastic minutes of fingering and sucking I really wanted to feel his cock inside me so I disconnected and straddled him. Slippery and wet from my saliva his long thick New Zealand cock disappeared into my vagina in less than a second. We fucked hard and rough and he was less than gentle squeezing my tits but I didn’t care.

“Fuck my cunt Hard Ross.” I pleaded, “Then my arse.”

In answer to my plea we disconnected and I kneeled on all fours. Ross got behind me and he re-entered me giving me a dozen or more deep penetrating strokes before slipping his cock out and sliding it up to my anal hole,

“Put in Ross,” I pleaded, “I don’t care if it hurts.”

We were both sweating and as he inched his way into my anal passage I was grateful for the fact that his cock was soaked in my oily pussy juices, which meant that it was only a minor discomfort. When he was fully inside me and started to gently fuck me it just felt amazing.

Over the next ten minutes or so he fucked both my holes in turn and the only thing missing from my total enjoyment of these moments was an orgasm.

“I need to cum Ross.” I gasped.

After a few more precious strokes he withdrew and turned xhamster porno me over onto my back so that I could spread my legs and let him work to bring me off. He buried his face in my crotch and I could feel his tongue probing my holes deeply especially when I lifted my legs in the air and held them there with my arms behind my knees.

It felt fantastic but what happened next just blew me away. Ross reached over to the bedside table and picked up the wine bottle. I let my legs down again and he knelt beside me with my pussy in one hand and the bottle in the other the contents of which he proceeded to drizzle over my body. I felt the cold wine on my warm breasts and watched my nipples get long and stiff, then down my torso filling my navel before trickling over my pussy, into my slit and over my genitals. Then he started to lick me all over and after he’d sucked on my wine-soaked clit he started to tease the opening to my vagina with the neck of the bottle.

I realised what he was thinking and when I parted my pussy lips with my fingers he slipped the neck of the bottle into my hole as far as it would go then started to gently fuck me with it.

At first it felt cold but the warmth of my inside soon took the chill off and I was enjoying the way he was pressing his hand down hard just above my slit whilst using the bottle to find my ‘G’ spot. I began to feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm building and I couldn’t help rubbing my clit as all of a sudden I felt dizzy and my body jolted violently as squealed uncontrollably with the sheer pleasure of it.

At that same moment Ross tipped the bottle up and poured the remaining contents into my body. It was cold wet and so different from the warm sensation I’m familiar with when a man cums or pees inside me but very pleasant nevertheless.

Almost as soon as my orgasm subsided Ross positioned himself between my legs and entered me with a single penetrating thrust. My vagina was now stuffed with cock and white wine and as he fucked me harder and harder I started to become a bit delirious. I could feel my tits wobbling rhythmically as the tempo increased and I knew that I was on the verge of another climax.

I was clawing his back and thrusting my hips in synch with him when suddenly, my body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me and I wrapped my legs around him and rolled with him onto our sides. At that very moment Ross grunted loudly and started cumming inside me and kept on cumming until both our orgasms began to subside.

We were both quite breathless but made no attempt to disconnect from each other. “How was that for you?” Ross enquired quietly.

“I doubt if I’ll ever be able to handle a bottle of wine again without thinking of you.” I replied.

We both giggled and after a few minutes we had to separate so that Ross could get the duvet. As we did, the contents of my vagina leaked all over the bed and to be honest that, plus the wine that had been spilled over me earlier made a very large damp patch.

Ross went into the bathroom and returned carrying a huge bath towel, which he laid over the patch and we snuggled up together under the duvet. After goodnight kisses we both drifted off to sleep only to be awakened at silly o’clock in the morning by the sound of the entryphone buzzer being repeatedly pressed. It didn’t register at first then suddenly Ross leapt out of bed with the words, “Oh my god.”

When he returned he apologised for the fact that he’d forgotten all about the engineer calling first thing in the morning to fix the hot water system. I told him that it would have been nice to start the day with more sex but that I needed to get showered and ready for work anyway.

“Will you be here when I get home from work at around five-thirty?” I asked.

“Sadly not Candy,” He replied, “Once the heating is repaired I’ve got to get to London to manage my display stand at an overseas property exhibition and won’t be back until around noon on Sunday.”

“That’s such a pity,” I said, “But Ebony will be home sometime on Saturday so promise me that you’ll have lunch with us on Sunday, I know she’d love to meet you and I can assure you that she’s just as friendly as me.”

He smiled broadly and replied, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

As the engineer entered the front door of the apartment, I made my exit wearing just my red high heels and the robe that Ross had borrowed after his shower. As the engineer gave me a slightly startled look, I kissed Ross softly and said, “See you on Sunday,” before skipping up the stairs to my apartment.

Within forty-five minutes I was showered and dressed just waiting for my toast to pop up before heading off to work.

As I waited I sent a quick text to Ebony instructing her not to make any plans for Sunday as I had everything arranged for a very special lunch.

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When Dan Carney had first stepped out onto the hotel patio at 9 am the heat of the sun had hit him like a wall of fire. Scrambling his six foot frame into his van had been like squeezing into an oven. Now that he was on the road with the windows wide open allowing the rush of warm air give some measure of relief, he reckoned that it had to be the hottest day ever. He pulled the peak of his baseball cap lower to counter the glare of the sun.

Not for the first time he wished he could afford a van with air conditioning. But he had to admit that his art work was not yet earning him enough to take such extravagant steps.

Dan was twenty six years old, and since leaving university he had been making just enough money from his art to keep the wolf from the door. That door was fixed on a tight little downstairs flat in a city which was a long way from where he was at present.

Most of his earnings came from doing carbon sketches of people. He could do caricatures if requested it, but mostly factual representation that, if he rendered them slightly flattering, usually ensured a better fee. Yes, a few successes with portraits in oils, which he was good at, had helped his bank balance, but he did not yet have the contacts or the stability to build on that.

He would admit to an equal expertise in landscapes, oils or water colours. This meant that his little flat was often uninhabited now. He was always on the move, chasing that illusive masterpiece. He maintained a dream of one day having his own studio, where people would come to view and buy his landscapes or to request a sitting for something more personal. But right at this moment all his art equipment, finished paintings, pads, paints, blank canvases and easels, were stored haphazardly in the back of this van

Hitting the main road east that the hotel manager had indicated, Dan sighed, as he recognised the fulfilment of his dream might be many years away. This near nomadic life he was leading had already cost him a two year hectic and hot relationship with Vanessa. She had been keen to show Dan how generous her voluptuous body could be in bed. Without ever commenting about it, Dan had sensed her motives very early in the relationship. It was her mistaken belief that attaching herself to this, then twenty three year old artist might one day repay her sensuous attention. Dan was the first to admit he had learned much from her profound sensuality.

It had taken her a year to learn that it wasn’t easy to be good in bed with somebody who was rarely there. So six months earlier, Dan had returned to his flat from one of his trips to find Vanessa, and her whole wardrobe gone. A note, written on the back of an envelope, merely stated, ‘Bye, bye, loser!’

Dan’s regrets had been short-lived. Yes, he had looked forward to coming back to the flat to experience the avid attention she gave to his penis, hard or soft. But her frequent moaning and griping during those later weeks he did not miss at all. Now, she was gone, and near forgotten. Too active, he hadn’t even tried to replace her.

On this particular day he was heading for the Arrowhead Falls, one of the features of the Ascow River, which he had noticed in a magazine photograph. The falls and various aspects of the river life intrigued him, and he hoped to do some justice to it in water colours or even oils.

This road he was on passed through ever changing countryside, mostly flat with occasional hump backs of hills. Open farmland, a mix of cereal, crops and cattle, shone in the bright sunlight. There was the occasional farmhouse set well back from the road. At one point, about two miles out of town he saw on a hill partly shaded by trees, a large white fronted house, which, he thought seemed slightly out of place in the general lay of the land.

Dan groped beneath his seat, and uttered a loud curse. Dammit, he’d left his water bottle back at the hotel. Intense heat had his shirt sticking to his back, and he could have done with a drink. He could just imagine himself having to slurp in some dubious stream to keep his thirst quenched.

He noticed a cross roads up ahead. Was this the one the manager had advised him to turn left at? Without giving it too much consideration he turned the wheel left. Apart from a few rise and falls the landscape remained very similar, farms, hills, and some woodland.

Driving two or three miles along this road there had been no sign of a river, let alone a falls, and he was beginning to wonder if he had taken the wrong turn. Then up ahead was a farm house, the first that had been close to the road, set just a hundred yards back. Maybe the farmer could give him some directions.

When he was level with the house he pulled the van up onto the verge, under a patch of convenient sheltering trees. He hauled himself out, and stood for a moment, stretching his legs and easing the shirt that clung to him. A wide gate blocked the drive up to the house, and Dan clicked it open, stepped inside and closed it behind him, having noticed a pig and several tecavüz porno hens loose beyond what looked like a small garden in front of the house.

As he took the first few paces towards the house, a woman appeared out of the front door, holding a glass of something. She was about to sit down by a table on the porch when she noticed Dan’s approach. She put her glass down, and stepped to the edge of the porch.

For some crazy reason, Dan had not expected a woman. From this distance he could not tell much about her. Her figure looked fairly neat in a yellow summer dress, and the way she stood suggested that she was not an aged old crone. Conversing with younger women always made him slightly uneasy, in spite of what he’d experienced with Vanessa.

Cassandra Masters, known to everyone as Cassie, wasn’t expecting anyone as she watched the tallish man coming down the drive. Presumably the blue van out on the road belonged to him. Seeing a strange man approach always produced that initial frisson of concern, mainly because it was so rare. Ever since Gordon, her husband, had been killed two years earlier she had run the small farm.

Gordon had been the first and only man she had ever slept with. After succumbing that first time, she had found that she was pregnant, as a consequence, and under pressure from parents, they had married when she was twenty years old. The birth of her son, Vince, had brought some joy into her life, as, very early on, she knew the marriage had been a mistake.

Gordon owned the farm, and filled the role of farmer very well. The role of husband was a different story. His demands on Cassie were that she helped with the farm, kept the house tidy, cooked his meals, and, when he was in the mood, parted her thighs for him to relieve his physical tension. One of those cold couplings had resulted in a second pregnancy, and the blessing of her daughter, Angela, who was now eight years old. Cassie could not recall anytime when words of love had spilled from his mouth.

Both children were away at summer camp until the weekend, and she missed them terribly. Watching this stranger approach had her feeling that at least here was a break in routine.

As he strode nearer, she was taken by the easy movement of his body, a sway, a rolling walk that she found quite fetching, but didn’t know why. She saw the damp patches under his armpits, and the way his checked shirt was glued to his broad chest by sweat. He took a kerchief from a pocket removed his baseball cap, and mopped at his brow. A crop of short, black hair curled out in all directions, and a smile creased his face, as their eyes met.

Something jumped inside her, and she was strangely glad that, because of the heat of midmorning, she had changed out of her working jeans and boots into her thin summer dress. She didn’t even question why she was bothered about not having brushed her hair or applied any lipstick. She rarely wore lipstick.

His walk, his hair, the smile on his open face, all combined to scramble her thinking. When he spoke his voice had a deep brown quality that so fit in with the rest of his persona, as he smiled again, and said, “I’m sorry to trouble you, but I’m not sure if I’ve taken a wrong turning. I’m supposed to be finding the Ascow River, and particularly the Arrowhead Falls.”

Cassie’s breath had seized up in her throat. Somewhere inside her brain had developed the realisation that something was about to change. As she stood looking down at him from the porch, taking in the pure masculinity of him, noticing the deep brown eyes, the way his light blue jeans pulled tightly across his thighs, she struggled to formulate an answer.

“Th-the n-next turn off would have been better. But there isn’t that much in it. Just a mile down this road there’s a right turn along a narrower lane, and that bends directly to the falls.” Having spoken she was even more breathless, as the stranger’s head nodded, and he half turned away, before turning back to look up at her. God, were his eyes on the front of her dress?

“Might I trouble you-” he began.

Cassie would never know what prompted her next move. This was a complete stranger. He could be anything, but nothing else seemed to matter except to make him the offer, “You look awfully hot out there. Come and sit under the porch. Would you like a cold lemon drink? I was just about to have one.” Vaguely she waved a hand at her glass on the table.

For a moment he appeared to hesitate, a serious look on his face. Then he said, as he took the two steps up to the porch, “That’s very kind of you,”

Standing on level ground he seemed to tower over her. Looking up into those deep eyes, Cassie could smell the sweat on him mingled with something unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. She was wrestling with twin impulses, one to step back and the other to move closer to him. “Please, sit,” she mumbled, before scuttling into the kitchen for his drink.

Just a little confused, Dan eased himself into a chair. travesti porno Whoever said distance lends enchantment was totally misguided. His early impression of this lady changed as each step along the drive brought him closer to her. Definitely not an old crone, and in that yellow dress her figure was a few points ahead of just ‘fairly neat’. As he neared the woman standing on the porch, a wayward breeze stole in from the heated atmosphere and pressed the yellow dress against her thighs emphasising the point where they met.

As he gave her his warmest smile in an attempt to reassure her of his innocent intentions, his eyes took in the way her hair tumbled wildly around her face. Hair that was somewhere between brown and blonde, a tawny colour, that happened to be his favourite.

That hair framed a face that was just lovely. No make up, the bluest of eyes, which regarded him with some concern he felt, and a mouth that was full lipped and looked so kissable. Dan tried to think of any woman he’d known who could look so good without make-up.

After she had kindly given him directions, he had turned away, then looked back intending to ask for a drink of water. As he began to speak he couldn’t help noticing that her nipples pushed out against the thin material of the dress. Did that signify that she didn’t need a bra?

When she made the offer for him to sit, he was sure his heart had pushed in an extra beat, as, for the first time, he’d wondered where her husband might be. Dan had noticed the ring on her finger. Standing on the porch close to her, he had thought she had swayed for a moment. A good rich aroma of the earth and something floral, not perfume, came from her.

As she came back holding out the glass of iced lemon, he couldn’t help noticing that her hair was less mussed than it had been. Dan felt flattered. “This is very kind of you,” he told her, as she settled down in the chair on the other side of the table. Dan took a quick thirsty gulp at the contents of the glass. It tasted so refreshingly quenching that he had to congratulate her, adding, “I’ll enjoy this and not delay you any further.”

Cassie felt a twinge of regret that he would leave. Yet common sense told her it was inevitable. To hell with common sense, as she looked directly at him and said, “I don’t get much company.” She needed to know much more about him, and asked, “Why do you want to see the falls?”

“I’m an artist. I want to paint them and the general river area.”

An artist? Cassie tried to cover up her surprise somehow she did not equate his stolid masculinity with an artist. Still it was intriguing. “Might I have seen any of your work?”

He gave a rather bitter chuckle, “Only if you looked in the back of my van.” And then, as though he wanted to change the subject he asked, “Is your husband out working the fields?”

Cassie looked from that strong face, out to where one of the pigs was trying to nose his way past the wire mesh into the vegetable garden. What to say? Let him know she was alone and defenceless in this house? But her insides had already told her how she felt about this stranger. Besides, telling him would delay his departure

“My husband was killed two years ago,” she said in as matter of fact voice as she could muster.

The stranger’s face showed instant sympathy and concern, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise—”

“How could you? “

“How did it happen?”

“He was helping a neighbour, and drove a tractor along a dip in one edge of a field. The tractor toppled throwing Gordon out but it rolled on top of him. They said it was instantaneous.” Cassie was surprised how easy it was to talk about it now. She was almost tempted to tell this compelling stranger how her personal grief had been short lived.

Brown eyes were fixed on her face, “Have you managed the farm alone?”

Cassie had to look away from the intensity of his gaze. “The farmers around here all help each other,” she told him, “but I’m lucky enough to have a couple, Anna and Barry Naylor, in their late forties, good honest farm hands, who live in the small shack we have just over the hillock behind the house there.”

She looked back at him, into his eyes, so deep, so genuine, and wondered how old he might be. Younger than her thirty years, was her immediate thought, yet there was a worldliness about him that made his age difficult to read.

He glanced at his watch and said, “It’s been really pleasant, but I really must get on.”

As he stood up, Dan knew he had to keep up his resolve to move. Staying here with this lovely lady had so much appeal, so much so that he found himself trying to make pointless conversation.

“I saw a big white house on a hill just out of town. It looked so out of place”

For a moment he thought she looked just a little annoyed that he would move the conversation to something meaningless. “But she did answer, “Oh, the Cunningham place. Great grandfather made a fortune in timber, but descendants have become xhamster porno general entrepreneurs, fingers in many pies, very rich, very boring.”

Looking down at her, at the subtle curves showing at the split neckline of her dress, had him quivering inside. On a sudden mad impulse he said, “Are you able to come with me to show me the way?”

For a moment , he was sure her eyes had lit up, but just as quickly her face fell as she said, “That might have been good, but I have two friends calling for coffee this afternoon.”

Dan nodded, hoping his disappointment didn’t show. If her reason was genuine, fair enough, or maybe she was just uncertain of him.

“Will you be going back tomorrow?” she asked.

Was this a door opening? “Oh, yes,” he said positively, “I’ll only be doing a preliminary inspection of things today. Maybe make a sketch or two, ready to make a start tomorrow.”

His invitation for her to show him the way had set her heart pounding. Did he really want to be with her beyond this brief meeting? By the same token she wondered what she was getting so excited about. Why was he affecting her this way?

Nevertheless Carrie had cursed the fact that Dianne and Claire were coming around today of all days. Desperately she had wondered if she could phone them, but no ready or believable excuse would come to mind. Yet his request deserved something more than a blind refusal, didn’t it? Are you going to take that big step, Carrie Masters?

There he stood, looking down at her, and maybe, down the front of her dress, and she didn’t care. Take the step, you fool. Coming to her feet, she asked, “Would you allow me to come with you tomorrow?” And just to divert her motives she added, “I’ve never watched an artist working before. If you wouldn’t mind?”

His answer came back faster than she’d dared hope, “I don’t mind at all.” he said, as he moved to the edge of the porch. “Nine o’clock too early?”

The fluttering in her chest would not go away, and she said, “I’ll be at the gate.” A moment’s pause, then to add extra garnish to the prospect , “Could I ask your name?”

His laugh warmed her insides even more, “That would be useful. I’m Dan. Dan Carney.

“My name is Cassandra, most of my friends call me Cassie”

His smile was as effective as his laugh had been when he said, “I hope I will fit into that category.”

She tried to keep her voice calm as she replied, “Yes, I think that will be all right. But only if you let me bring the refreshments we’ll need tomorrow.”

“That’ll be good. Till then,” he said, and the look he gave her was so intense, so full of something she could not read, it brought a rush of blood to her face.

She watched his tall figure stroll down the drive with that enthralling rolling style, and she noticed how small and firm his buttocks looked under the tightness of his jeans. Another first. Had she ever noticed a man’s buttocks before? Oh, tomorrow was too far away.

Opening the door of his van, Dan took a last glance back at the figure in the yellow dress. A small, distant figure, but her image filled his mind. Face, hair, the body hinted at under her dress, her gentle voice, her kindness, all remained with him as he drove away.

Getting his thoughts back on his work, and the directions she had given him, was not easy. He did find the lane on his right, and followed its curve, until through the van window he heard the sound of splashing water. Parking the van on a patch of ground which had clearly been used for that purpose many times, he picked up his A4 pad, a couple of pencils, and tracked the sound.

Cassie Masters, no, concentrate on work. There was initial disappointment as he came to the falls. Not as high as he’d expected, seven metres maybe, but there was no large flow. Four separate streams poured into the river below, each flow scattered thinly as they struck jutting rocks. The photograph he had seen suggested a torrent. It certainly wasn’t that.

Dan spent some time deciding where he would pitch his easel on the following day. He sat and made two quick sketches of the scene, before viewing the river above and beyond the falls seeking other worthwhile landscapes. Hot and hungry, he returned to his hotel, to bathe, eat, consider the sketches he had made, and allow his thoughts to return to the prospect of seeing Cassie Masters again.

Cassie prepared to retire that night after having spent much of the afternoon trying to concentrate on what her friends had to say, while her mind continually drifted to that six foot image called Dan Carney. As she removed her clothes, she did something that she could not recall having done for many years. She stood in front of the mirror and viewed her naked body critically. Her breasts had acquired little droop, her belly maybe had a slight swell, but was acceptably level, and her thighs remained strong.

She could be quite pleased with what she saw, but still could not reconcile herself to why she should be viewing herself in this way. There was only one obvious reason, and that was Dan Carney, but what was she expecting? She had been a sensuous person, in her late teens, but Gordon had cooled most of that. All she knew, from chats and gossip with Dianne and Claire, both married, was that she had been missing something in her married life.

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Watching Porn Pt. 07

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“Holy fuck, I don’t believe it.” She said, watching the porno on her TV.

“What is it?” asked her neighbour who had come over to watch it with her.

“Look closely.” She told him.

“Hey, isn’t that…?”

“Yep.” she said, looking at the face of her friend on the TV. She was knelt on the floor riding a thick dildo that was suctioned to the tiles between her legs, her nice tits bouncing up and down as she rode it. Her friend had given her the porno to watch, but hadn’t mentioned that she was the star.

“Fuck. Nice body.” Said her neighbour

“It certainly is.” She agreed, watching her friend bounce hard on the toy.

The camera panned around for a view from behind. Her friend leant forward showing off her pussy with the dildo in it.

“Jesus Christ that’s a nice pussy. I bet it tastes so good.” exclaimed her neighbor, his eyes glued to the pussy on the screen with its lips gripping the dildo as it pushed and pulled at them, sliding deep in and out of the tight cunt riding it.

“It does.” She said, staring hard at the screen, the sight of her friend riding a dildo so fucking exciting.

“You’ve licked it haven’t you, you lucky bitch.” He said jealously, his cock starting to harden in his pants at the thought of licking the pussy on the screen and the picture in his mind of her licking her friend, both just as arousing.

The scene faded and a new one appeared. It was her friend’s bedroom. She was lying on her side facing the camera. He was lying behind her, holding her leg up as he fucked her from behind, his long thick cock sliding deep in and out of her shaved cunt.

“Oh shit!” groaned her neighbor as he watched it disappearing into her tight pussy, only to reappear thick and glistening with her wetness.

“Fuck!” she gasped, the sight of her friend being fucked like that taking her breath away. She could feel her pussy flooding just watching it. Without taking her eyes off the screen she reached down and slid her hand inside her panties. Seeing what she was doing and just as aroused, he unzipped his flies and released is aching rigid cock. Masturbating, they watched scene after scene of her friend and the cabbie them fucking in different positions until the last one came on the screen. It was from his point of view, looking down as he fucked her with his huge cock missionary, pushing into her hard and deep. There were views of her tits bouncing and her face screwed up in pleasure as the long hard cock penetrated her very depths. As they masturbated, they watched her orgasm, her legs shaking and then saw him pull his cock out of her and stroke it hard; squirting cum all over belly as he finally came. His cock spent, they watched as he rubbed the last trickle of cum from the tip all over her sticky wet pussy.

She was groaning by the time the last scene ended, her pussy aroused beyond belief and her panties soaked. He was no better, lying back on the couch gripping his cock, his fingers covered in the precum that was still oozing from the tip of it.

“Fuck that was good.” He said, wiping the last of the precum off his cock with his fingers.”

“Don’t waste that,” she said, slipping her hand out of her panties and reaching out for his hand. As he offered it to her, she leaned over and started sucking the precum off his fingers. It tasted good and she made sure she got every all of it. Done with his hand, he leaned over even further, taking him into her mouth, sucking the head and shaft clean.

“Do I get to do that with your pussy too?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!” she replied, straightening up and then leaning back, sliding off her panties and opening her legs at the same time. Eager to taste her, he slid between her legs and licked hungrily at her sopping cunt, lapping up every wonderful arousing drop of her wetness. Before finishing, he gave her throbbing clit a little lick for good measure.

“Don’t fucking stop.” She ordered him, her clit feeling ready to explode. Not needing to be asked twice, he lapped at her clit, over tecavüz porno and over until he gave out a loud cry, even more wetness gushing from her as she came hard on his mouth.

“I want you to fuck me tonight. Fuck my ass and my pussy. But first I want to watch that again and you have to promise you won’t cum before its finished.” She told him. Fuck she was so wound up after watching that and her pussy so aroused it ached.

“Deal.” He replied, his heart beating faster and his cock tingling at her invitation. Leaning back, he watched the screen as she hit the replay button. He swore he could feel his balls swelling with cum he was that excited.

“That big dark cock belongs to the cabbie we both fucked the other week.” She told him during one of the scenes. “And he fucked us both at the same time too.” she added.

“Both at the same time eh. Lucky fucker.” Was all he could say, his eyes glued to the screen, not daring to touch his rigid straining cock in case he came. Nothing was going to keep him from her tight ass and pussy.

“Do you think your friend would ever let me fuck her?” he asked at one point during the movie.

“With that thick cock of yours, you’re a shoe in.” she told him. “She just loves a thick fat cock.” Hearing that, his cock twitched with excitement at the prospect of being inside her friend.

After the movie had ended, she wished she had put her panties back on. Between her legs, the couch was stained dark with her wetness. Watching a second time had made her so aroused and left her with her pussy drenched and craving attention. He had fared no better, his cock still rigid was coated once again with precum.

“You need to take me to bed.” She told him. Getting up, she made for the bedroom while he went off to use the bathroom. When entered the bedroom, she was naked, lying across the bed on her back and when he approached the side of the bed, she raised her legs and spread them wide, eagerly awaiting his cock. Holding his stiff thick cock, he moved to the side of the bed in between her legs. Pushing it down, he rubbed the swollen head and thick shaft along the wet crack of her pussy. She groaned at the feel of it rubbing over her pussy lips and the hard throbbing clit sticking out proudly between them. Lifting his cock off her pussy, he started to tap her clit with the head of it.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out, squirting hard, the jet of wetness hitting his cock and spraying them both with its warmth.

“Fuck me.” She pleaded, quivering with arousal and desperate for a cock inside her.

Sliding his cock downwards, he pressed the precum and squirt covered head against her ass. She winced as he pushed it half way into her. He withdrew and then pushed it back in a little deeper. It was easier this time but he was still thicker than anything she had used in the past week. Her ass and his cock head fully lubed, he pushed in again, this time all the way inside. She gave a little yelp as it stretched her ass. Now he was working the shaft into her, pushing deeper with every gentle thrust. Any pain she felt had turned to pleasure and now she was willing him to go deeper. Thrusting harder, he pushed into her ass until all of him was inside. Fuck that felt good, her ass full with that thick cock. He found his rhythm, fucking her ass, grunting with every long deep thrust. She moaned in time with him, an orgasm starting to build in her ass, its tightness squeezing his shaft just like a cock ring.

“Harder.” She panted, her ass now rocketing towards a climax. He rammed himself between her legs, brutally fucking her, driving his cock deep. She cried out as she came, her legs and buttocks shaking. He pulled out of her and quickly plunged his throbbing fat cock into her pussy as deep as she could. She cried out again at the feel of per pussy filled and ass cumming. As he pushed hard into her drenched cunt, she reached down and frantically rubbed her clit.

“Oh fuck, shit, don’t stop, fuck me, oh fuck, I’m cumming.” travesti porno With her fingers on her clit a blur and his cock driving into her cunt hard, she erupted in a hard gush over them both. Still hard and consumed with lust, he pulled out and rammed his cock back in her ass, fucking it hard, his own orgasm just strokes of his cock in her away.

“Oh Christ, fuck.” She moaned; both her ass and cunt cumming at the same time, her whole body writhing and shaking, impaled with his cock up her ass. With a sudden gasp he pulled out of her gripping his cock. His body jerked hard as the hard shaft in his hand began pulsating, shooting rope after rope of thick cum over her pussy, hand and belly. Panting and still gripping his cock, he watched her, whimpering on the bed with her entire insides in turmoil, her pussy bulging and snapping and her ass puckering and expanding from the contractions deep within each. Fuck that had been good. He had never fucked her ass before. It felt so tight around his cock. That alone was memorable, but to have fucked both her holes like that was so exciting. He couldn’t remember having ever cum that hard before.

“Holy fuck.” She said, sitting up on the bed, her hands pressed to her abdomen, the belly under them still jerking with the odd spasm. That fucking thick cock of his had really done a job on her. Her cunt and ass felt so satisfied. That hard fast fuck was just what she needed after getting so worked up watching the movie. She looked down at the sticky mess between her legs. Fuck there was a lot of cum.

“It looks like you were as worked up as me.” She said to him smiling.

“There’s more where that came from.” he said suggestively.

“I might take you up on that. But first, I need a drink.” She told him, carefully climbing off the bed onto her feet, the orgasm inside her still persisting. Her pussy still drenched with cum, she padded out of the room. Thirsty himself, he followed her, his soft thick cock dangling in front of him.

Things had changed he thought to himself as he sat on the couch looking at her sat at the other end sipping her drink. No longer would he view her as a nice pussy to fuck. Not now that he had been in her ass. From now on she would be two holes on offer. At the other end of the sofa, she was reflecting on her hesitancy to have him inside her ass because of the thickness of his cock. That was history now. That thick thing had felt so fucking good up there.

“So, how did you like fucking my ass?” she asked him as she reclined against the arm of the sofa with her feet up on it and her legs parted.

“It was fucking nice.” He told, glancing down at the shaved slit between her open thighs

“Would you like to fuck it again?” He just nodded grinning. She noticed that the suggestion of fucking her ass again had caused his cock to harden slightly. Fuck, it had just made her wet too. Starting to become aroused and wanting to see his cock stiffen, she slid a hand between her legs and slowly stroked herself as she told him how good his cock felt in her ass. She got her wish. The sight of her masturbating and hearing about his cock in her ass had him growing fast. She slipped two fingers inside herself and watched him become fully erect. She loved watching men’s cocks grow like that, from soft to hard and swollen with no more than the sight of her shaved pussy and a little fingering. Sliding along the couch with his hard cock, he took her wrist and removed her hand from between her legs, replacing it with his own. As he started to finger her, she gripped his cock and started pulling it. Fuck it felt good masturbating each other, his cock rigid in her hand and her cunt flooding on her clit and up inside her. As their excitement grew, so did her need to have him inside her again.

“Do me here.” She told him, the urgency of her need clear in her voice.

Seconds later, she was at the end of the couch, bent over the armrest, her feet wide apart on the floor. Pulling his cock, he xhamster porno looked at her nice tight ass and the pussy beneath it. Still pulling himself, he moved in behind her and pushed his hard thick cock into her wet pussy, driving it deep until the front of him was pressed hard against her ass. She let out a moan of delight at the feel of her cunt being opened up and filled so fast. Holding her hips, he started thrusting against her ass, driving into her hard and deep.

“Oh fuck, yes!” she cried out with pleasure at the feel of the thick shaft and swollen head fucking deep into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, fuck my cunt!” she yelled, feeling her orgasm building fast deep inside her. Spurred on, his hips increased their thrusting; driving the head of his cock deep inside her saturated aroused pussy. Desperate to feel himself deep in her cunt, he lifted one of her knees up onto the arm of the couch, opening her up to his cock. Spread wider, he rammed himself between her legs hard.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, I’m cumming!” she cried in a quavering voice, her legs shaking. He felt her pussy clenching his cock as she bucked on it moaning loudly. He thrust in to a few more times and then slid his cock out. Coated with precum and her silky wetness, he pressed his cock to her ass. Bracing herself for it, she held her breath in excited anticipation. With one thrust, he opened up her ass and drove his slippery cock in deep. She gasped and cried out. Fuck he felt so huge in her ass. So fucking huge and so fucking good.

“Oh God.” She moaned as he started fucking her ass, the feel of his cock sliding inside it was heaven. It was even exciting her cunt too. Reaching down, she rubbed hard at her clit, desperate to feel her ass and cunt cum together. Her ass now wet and slippery, he started driving into it harder, his excited cock rapidly approaching orgasm despite her tight ass squeezing it so hard. She was quivering again, her legs and buttocks shaking, the head of his cock moving deep in her ass was making her cum. She cried out, her ass cumming, her hand throttling her clit frantically. Bucking on his cock, she gave out a loud cry and her pussy squirted, a hard jet of wetness splashing onto the armrest of the couch. Still thrust hard into her, he reached his own point of no return. With a roar he pushed into her hard and froze, his climaxing cock jerking in her as, filling it with warm cum.

Both seated naked back on the couch, sipping fresh drinks, she decided that even after that last fuck, her cunt wasn’t done yet.

“I think you had better stay the night.” She said to him, her meaning quite clear. He didn’t need to reply, his smile said it all.

“So, how did you like the porno I leant you?” asked her friend over the phone.

“You didn’t tell me you starred in it.” She replied.

“Ha ha. Thought that might surprise you. The cabbie and I made it the night he turned up here and stayed over.”

“Well, it certainly was a surprise.” she told her friend.

“You haven’t said how you liked it.”

“It was so fucking good. My neighbour was here when I watched it and it made us so horny we fucked all night, ass, cunt the lot.”

“Wow! I’m glad you got off on it. We had so much fun making it.”

“By the way, you have a fan.” She told her friend. “My neighbor wants to fuck your pussy. He says it looks delicious.”

“Lots of men want to fuck my pussy.” Said her friend.

“Oh, but this one is different. He has the thickest fucking cock you’ve ever seen. He totally destroyed my cunt and ass with it last night.” She told her.

“Well that’s different if he has a cock that thick. When can I do him?” her friend said chuckling.

“What about tonight. I can watch you getting the shit fucked out of you.”

“So, you want to watch do you?” said her friend.

“Fuck yes! He can do my ass after he’s sorted your cunt out.”

“I’ll be over tonight then.” Said her friend and hung up.

Pleased with herself, she put down the phone and took another sip of her drink. Now all she had to do was organize her neighbor to come around. That would be easy; she would just promise him some pussy. He wouldn’t pass that up. He’s going to be surprised when he finds out whose pussy she thought to herself smiling and taking another sip of her drink.

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The Hotel Ch. 1

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The light above the door of the motel offered up a safe haven for moths during dusk on a warm summers night. It also signaled that you had made it to the room and were waiting for me to enter.

As planned, the door was cracked. Adjusting to the dim light above the bed, I realize a silhouette sitting at the end of the bed. Closing the door behind be, you move, hesitantly. Tentatively you approach me. I notice you’re wearing a dress – the dress you told your husband you were getting for a wedding. What a fool he is. The only light glimmers off your hair, and a flicker of your eyes as you await my next movement.

Wasting no time, we embrace. Rubbing your back, I realize you’re wearing a bra. I feel the heat rush through my body. I move my hands down, feeling your ass. My anger boils over realizing you are wearing tecavüz porno underwear as well. This was not as intended. You sense my anger – I’ll have nothing to do with it. You begin to explain. I cut you short, pushing you against the nearest wall, lifting your dress. Without even looking, I tear through the black nylons hiding your underwear. Pulling the scraps off nylon from your body, I roughly pull the panties off – hearing a slight tear – falling victim to my disappointment. Realizing you have let me down, you plead as I toss the mangled material to my side. Firmly, I pull you on top of me onto the bed. Knowing your fate, you barely breath as you wait for your punishment.

I pull the dress above your waist – gazing at your creamy white ass facing me. One last plea from you forces travesti porno me to ravage you. Snap – the first slap causes your ass to turn red. Slap – alternating to the other cheek. By this time, your pleas have become mere whimpers as you succumb to the tingling feeling boiling in your loins. Whack – another swat shoots through your behind, followed by three more spine-tingling swats.

Short, labored breaths causes your back to heave – waiting for the next hand to come down on your sensitive ass. I feel some sympathy for you and begin to rub the areas I’ve just ravaged. My hand, slowly makes its way between the crack of your ass, down to your pussy. Heat emanating, slowly and steady, I begin to finger the area between your ass and pussy. I feel you beginning to grind your pussy xhamster porno against my lap, looking to take advantage of the friction between your body and mine.

As I tease your tender areas, I run my finger up your spine to find the zipper which encloses you in your clothed cocoon. Slowly pulling it down, the air hits your spine and you let out a shiver. In the dim light I notice the bra is black, lace – my favorite. I ponder the possibilities, finger the back of the bra between two fingers and let the strap snap back against your spine. You jump, not expecting the treatment. I undo the bra, freeing your breasts from their confinement and order you to stand up.

Your hair, not in its neat form, lays frazzled on top of your head. A slight glaze covers your eyes, eagerly awaiting my next move. I order you to completely undress. Dress and bra fall to the floor, leaving you in the final scraps of nylons and the proper black dress shoes you entered with. You proceed to take off your shoes, and peel the nylon off your legs and feet. Standing straight up, you await the next event of such an early evening.

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What Drink Does to a Man and Woman

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The events I’m writing about now took place in the hours that followed a particularly drunken day spent at a friend’s home. The motor racing on TV had given way to the usual orgy of music, drinking and dancing, and things had gone further than usual – we’d all taken our shirts off (the girls kept their bras on, unfortunately, but we’d all got pretty close) and danced around. For a short while I’d even thought that things might go further – both Caroline and Kath had admitted (separately) to me that they’d’ve liked to lose the bras and I had an enduring fantasy in which Dave and Kath had screwed on the bed while I shafted Caroline on the floor, doggy fashion.

I had several massive hard-ons, difficult to conceal, and by the time we got home I was almost on fire. To my great delight, so was Caroline and she soon showed that she was up for something. We sat down on the sofa together and I told her what I’d been thinking of at Dave’s.

She immediately responded – she told me she’d brushed up against his stiff cock and suggested that I wanted to fuck Kath – this was taboo stuff, and I was enormously aroused.

I wasn’t in the mood for waiting, and promptly put my hands on her crotch. She helped gaziantep escort me undo her jeans while my rigid prick strained against my trousers and I soon had her jeans down by her ankles. I left her knickers on because I wanted to get us both more worked up before the inevitable fucking.

I started to move my hands over her pantie-clad cunt. I wanted to feel her wetness through her knickers and the started to run a finger up and down the material covering her pussy lips, feeling the juice seep through the cloth. She was totally worked up, running her hands over my trousered cock and I had somehow to find time to unhitch her bra and maul her tits as well. I could feel pre-come seeping from my knob.

I carried on working away at her pants, even licking the section covering her cunt to make her wetter. Then I couldn’t bear it any longer and started to work my fingers around the gusset, sliding over her slimy pussy and making her grit her teeth and arch her back.

Slowly we lost our clothes while Caroline carried on talking about the feel of Dave’s prick and me fucking Kath.

I spread her legs apart roughly while she sat on the sofa and she gasped in anticipation – she knows what that means. I knelt on the floor in front of her and buried my tongue in her cunt, sliding it hard up and down her pussy lips and finding her stiff, slimy clit easily. I lapped away for a while as she writhed around on the sofa making a hell of a noise, until she decided to take matters into her own hand because she didn’t want to come too quickly.

She told me she wanted to straddle me – and I could see a favourite fantasy coming true.

First she faced me, and sank onto my raging boner. I let out a deep groan as my cock sank balls-deep inside her sopping cunt, and said, “oh, fuck!” then we started to buck and grind. Pure heaven – and then she decided to switch over. She jumped off my erection and turned round, planting her arse on my lap with her cunt at the ready. Once again my prick rammed up her minge and we rode wildly. I was loving every second and Caroline was making her usual quota of noise – even better! But I was still pretty pissed, and not showing immediate signs of coming, which was very frustrating.

So I got her to jump off and led her over to the table. First I just pushed her up against the table and shoved my rampant cock back up her cunt and started thrusting again. The lubrication was incredible – she was dripping wet – and she was groaning and crying with the pleasure. As I fucked her my thrusting slowly pushed her further and further over the table until she was lying on the table itself with her legs dangling over the side and presenting her gaping cunt to me. I now had perfect penetration and a perfect view as my stiff prick drove in and out of her tangled, matted pubes while I helped her find her rigid clit and rub it roughly, sending her over the edge into a loud, prolonged come.

Her cunt was like a silken vice as it opened and closed over my boner and finally I could feel the familiar, wonderful surge as my orgasm approached. I held it back as long as I could but I was coming and nothing was going to stop me. With a final thrust of my cock and a groan that was dragged from my very depths I let go and pumped load after load of spunk into her deepest parts.

I lay slumped over her for a second, my head resting on her splendid breasts. But my job wasn’t over yet – Caroline had already come once but needed another, quickly. So I took her to bed and rammed two, then three fingers up her sopping snatch until her tits and face flushed bright red and she came off, noisily and with great relief. We were, as Caroline said next morning, “hot” that night.

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What Happens in Vegas

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She loved going to Vegas. There was something about the city for her. Something that made her feel stronger… sexier….empowered. This girl’s weekend away was just what she needed to recharge. She arrived a few days ahead of her friends, craving that alone time to enjoy the feelings her adopted home town always brought. This city was all sex to her. This is where she learned about love, where she lost her virginity and where she discovered her sexual power. Every time she returned…the power surged, strengthened and overtook her.

This first night was just for her. She took her time getting dressed. She felt sexy, alive and…hungry…her clothes reflected that. She wasn’t looking for trouble, but she knew it would find her…the thought sent a shiver down her spine. She looked in the mirror, happy with the outfit…then the nipple clamps laying on the bed caught her eye…hmmmm…should she? That evil grin spread across her face…she looked at the plunging neckline of her dress…the chain would show. Chuckling, she attached to clamps to her tingling nipples…not too tight…but enough to keep her nipples rock hard and aching…perfect.

She headed down to the casino to play a little poker. She grinned with satisfaction as heads turned while she walked through the casino. Her nipples tingled and strained against the deep crimson red demi bra she wore. If you looked close you could see the silver chain connecting her nipple clamps nestled between her ample cleavage….and more than a few guys were looking close. She grabbed a drink and sat down at a poker machine. She plunked in quarters and played a few hands while enjoying the views. She loved to watch people. Restless, she got up and strolled around the casino, grabbed another drink, and watched the lounge act from the door.

Her mind wandered as she listened to the Wayne Newton impersonator. Then she saw him. He was sitting at a poker table…completely absorbed in the game. By the looks on the other players’ faces he was winning. She wandered over to watch the game. He was handsome, but real. Dark hair, on the long side…brown eyes like melting chocolate. He had that look about him…manly…not pretty. His smug grin confirmed that he was winning…but the rye smile was what interested her…what was so funny? A seat opened at the table and she joined the game.

Their eyes met…and his dipped down to her cleavage and the silver chain nestled there. He looked back at her and raised an eyebrow in question. Her answering grin was enough to create a host of other questions. The game continued…both the poker and their flirting. He seemed to fold almost every hand but the huge pile of chips showed he’d been very lucky. Another chair opened and he moved over to join her.

“I’m Max.”

She grinned. “I’m trouble. But you can call me Kitty.”

“What do you say we make this game a little more interesting Kitty?”

Kitty grinned and leaned closer to him…pressing the clamps and bra hard against her sensitive nipples. She drew in a sharp breath. His eyes went directly to the silver chain…and back to her face.

Kitty grinned, almost guiltily… “What did you have in mind Max?”

Max leaned closer and “accidentally” bumped Kitty’s breast with his arm…the contact made her hard nipple tingle and ache.

“Oh I can think of a few things I’d like to learn about you…why don’t we start there?”

They were the last two players at the table. The dealer waited while they added the side bet to their chips on the table. Max was all confidence and vigour. “I win…you let me feel what is under that slinky black dress that is making you gasp so sweetly…You win…and I’m your slave for the night.”

Kitty was intrigued….slave for a night…her night…alone…in Vegas…

“It’s a deal”

The cards were dealt. Kitty looked at her hand…hmmm…2 pair…she grinned up at Max. Max looked at his hand…Full house…Ace’s high…he looked down at the table…grinned…looked down Kitty’s cleavage and tossed his cards in.

“I fold”

She laid her pairs down and grinned…

“Well Max…I guess that makes you mine for the night.”

He grinned…looked deep into her eyes and replied, “Yes Ma’am, looks that way”.

Hmmm…what should I do with him first? How far would he take the slave role? What trouble could she get into? So many options.

“Well Max, lets go.” She jumped off her chair and strode through the casino toward the shops.

He loved the way her ass swayed as she strode through the casino…she had a great ass, full and round…the short black dress swinging as she walked…flashing little peaks at the crimson garter she wore…mmm…this was going to be a fun night.

“Max. I want to shop. How far are you willing to take this slave bet?”

“I am at your command…Mistress. I will do anything you bid.”

Kitty grinned. “Excellent! That is what I wanted to hear Max. You will be rewarded for correct responses and punished for anything that displeases me.”

He gaziantep escort swallowed the grin and lowered his eyes…he’d always wanted to try being submissive…especially to a saucy redhead. “Yes Ma’am”

They went into a shoe store and Kitty chose 3 pairs of high heeled shoes then sat on the bench. She waited. Max collected her choices then came to sit with her.

“The floor will do for you Pet.”

“Yes Mistress.” He kneeled at her feet, looked up and had to control his gasp…he could see the most amazing pair of crimson lace panties under the little black dress…his cock hardened at the sight. Kitty held out her foot to Max, “I’m waiting”.

Max removed the strappy black heel and tried to get a better peek up Kitty’s skirt…without getting caught. Her legs looked amazing in those silky nylons…the tops and garter peeping out as she changed legs and offered him her other shoe to remove.

She was loving this….such naughty thoughts…what should I do with my pet? Every time she leaned forward the nipple clamps squeezed her tender nipples…sending shocks through her body. She could feel her panties getting moist.

He was so close to her crotch he could sense her heat…smell the sweet moisture he was sure was collecting in her lacy panties. He wanted to push her back and burry his head deep in her feminine folds….but he waited…he made a deal and he was going to do as she said…..for now.

“Mistress, may I choose a shoe for you to try?”

“Yes.”

He chose the 4 inch spiked heel, slipped her feet into them and rose, holding out his hand for her to stand and try them. Kitty smiled…he chose the pair she had most wanted. The heels were high and made her feel tall, sexy…powerful.

“You chose well my pet…you deserve a little reward.” She pressed herself against his chest…he could feel the biting nipple clamps through her thin dress. Kitty leaned up and nibbled on his ear, a soft moan escaped her and she pulled back.

His cock was throbbing in his jeans. This was killing him…he wanted to reach into her cleavage with his teeth and pull that chain. Her smell was intoxicating. Everything about her was intoxicating…but he must resist. He breathed in her scent as she backed away…whispering a “thank you Mistress.” She could feel her sexual power growing…she wanted this pet. She wanted to play with him a bit more first but she would have him tonight… time to move this game along. Kitty left the 4 inch heels on and walked slowly around the store.

“What do you think, Pet?”

Max smiled and nodded his approval. He swept up the box and took it to the register. He didn’t even blink when the clerk gave him the total, $450.00…all he saw was her.

She was surprised he had bought her the shoes but she hid it well. She led him out of the store and walked slowly, purposefully in front of him…looking over her shoulder and inviting him to follow.

“You know Max, I’m very pleased with you. I think you’re ready for more…specific instructions…Are you staying in this hotel?”

He nodded. She looked him up and down, licked her lips…leaned her breasts against his arm and whispered… “Show me”.

“Mistress, may I have just a moment to take care of something first? I promise to be quick.”

He looked like he was up to something but she let it go. “Yes Pet, you may have 5 minutes.” She sat down at a poker machine as he pulled out his phone and stepped away.

He couldn’t believe his luck. He was going to get her to his room…he wanted it to be perfect. He called the front desk and had a special cart of treats and chilled champagne sent up. He watched her play as he made his arrangements. She was so beautiful. He could almost taste her. And soon…he would.

Her nipples were starting to ache from the clamps…she wished she had loosened them. Kitty played without focus, now that he was away from her she began to feel nervous…the energy she was floating on needed Max to stay at its strongest. What was she doing? This was crazy even by her standards…but damn…he was so engaging…she wanted to grab him by the hair and….ohhhhhhhh that’s exactly what she would do next. Best to wait until they were alone for that though… She was grinning to herself as he came up behind her and slid his hands down her bare arms. She shivered with excitement.

Max leaned in close to her ear and asked “Are you ready Mistress?”

Something in his eyes said trust me…she nodded at him and took his arm. He guided them to the elevator banks that would take them to his suite. The doors to the elevator opened and they stepped inside. He chose their floor and sighed with relief that they were alone as the doors closed.

She turned on him then, as the doors shut. Her face changed from soft and nervous to sharp and focused. Kitty reached for him and grabbed his long hair…dragging him to her…her lips touched his and paused only a second, then she opened to him and kissed him with savage delight, channelling all her sexual power into that first, deep, wet, kiss.

He was stunned for a second but returned her powerful kiss. She was so lost in it that she did not notice he had pressed her against the wall of the elevator until he was gently rubbing her tender nipples through her dress. She froze. Her nipples were so sensitive from the clamps and the lust throbbing through her…she could not catch her breath. She found herself unable to move. She was losing control of her ‘slave’. She fought herself to respond and pushed him away.

“That’s enough Max.”

He pulled himself back, struggling for control…another few minutes and he would have taken her in the elevator… The elevator stopped at his floor. They looked at each other with that giddy promise…then stepped out. He held her arm as he led her to the suite. He opened the door and pulled her inside. He was pleased to see that the tray had been delivered already.

“Max. You are supposed to be my slave…”

“I’m sorry Mistress Kitty. What may I do for you now?”

Kitty took a deep breath and willed herself to be calm.

“I want something from you.” She crossed to the lounging chair and sat back….spreading her legs to expose her crimson lace panties.

“I am so wet…and my poor little kitty needs your help. Take care of me. Now…” Her voice caught…eyes lowered… “Please.”

Max looked into her eyes. “Mistress, your wish is my command.” He could see the moisture on her panties…smell the sex on her…OH God…he wanted to burry himself in her…. He crossed to her and knelt at her feet.

“Kitty I promise to worship you tonight…I will take care of your every need…but I’m afraid I can no longer be your slave…I’m taking over now. Lay back.”

He handed her a glass of champagne and pressed her back onto the lounge. She was powerless against him…she had to see what he would do. Kitty sipped her champagne and watched Max as he examined her…his gaze slid over her like hot lava…searing her without even a touch. First he slipped off her new shoes and laid them gently on the ground. He started at her feet then touched and licked every inch of her body up to the tops of her stockings.

She was on fire…his touch blazing hot trails all over her legs. Her panties were soaked with her juices…he reached skin….his licks turned to sucking…kisses…nibbling …his fingers dug gently into her flesh…as if he couldn’t quite get enough of her. She cried out when he pulled away from her, skin cooling and yearning for his caress.

“Don’t worry my little Kitty. I am far from done.”

Max walked over to the tray and began looking at the items on the cart. He selected a chocolate covered strawberry and brought the champagne over to refill her glass. Max held out the fruit to her lips…she took a small bite…then sipped her champagne.

He knelt between her legs again…this time intent on reaching the heart of her. Max slid his hands up her thighs, placing a hand on each hip at the waist of her lace panties. In one sudden movement he removed her crimson lace panties…and tossed them aside. She squirmed but did not try to move away. He nestled between her legs, tickling the small soft patch of hair and taking in her scent. His hands reached under the chair and pulled out restraints. He slipped one around each ankle and gently spread her legs wide… “You’re so beautiful my Kitty…let me see all of you.”

He slid her black dress up her body and gently over her head…Kitty lay against the lounge in her crimson lace demi bra, garter and stockings…legs spread, her soaked vagina open and waiting. Max took the rest of the strawberry and gently rubbed the fruit around her labia…melting the chocolate into Kitty’s hot sex. Kitty licked her lips and tried not to fight the restraints.

Max looked into her eyes and pushed the strawberry gently into Kitty’s open pussy. He grinned up at Kitty and sank between her legs to finish off the strawberry. He rubbed her clit as he nibbled the strawberry out of her… Kitty bit her lip and pushed herself forward, pressing her pussy up to Max, desperate for more pressure…more everything. Max grinned but stayed back…not letting her have the satisfaction.

Max held himself back…teasing and tickling but not letting her have the satisfaction of full contact. “Kitty, I won’t hold back any longer. I need to have you.” She moaned as his tongue touched her clit. He slipped a finger into her wet opening…then another…began to slowly fuck her while he sucked on her aching clit. While Max sucked on her clit and fingered her….his other hand snaked up to her bra…reaching for the chain….he pulled gently…tightening the pull of her nipple clams and making her gasp. She’d been wearing them too long and too tight…her nipples were swollen and achingly tender.

He pulled away from her clit…still fucking her with his fingers…. “You thought I forgot about those Kitty? You are a very naughty kitten. I’ve wanted to pull this chain all night.”

He continued the slow steady fingering…turning his hand over and curling his fingers to reach her G-spot….tap…tap…tapping…a steady rhythm. Kitty moaned and rode his fingers…coming close to orgasm.

Max trailed kisses up her stomach to her chest…keeping the steady tapping rhythm on her G-spot. With his free hand he pulled the chain on her clamps a little up and out…spilling her breasts from the demi bra that barely contained them. Her breasts were swelling and her nipples strained against the clamps… Max flicked a finger over one perfect pink nipple, rock hard in the clamp. His touch sent shocks through her breast to the core of her…he leaned in close…pinching one nipple while sucking the other into his hot mouth. The feelings were amazing…she began to cum as the shock of his mouth on her breast sent electric jolts through her.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers as they continued to tap…he suck hard on the nipple in his mouth…riding out her orgasm.

“Good Kitty. That’s a start”

Max pulled his soaked fingers from her crotch and licked the juices off. “MMM Kitty you taste good enough to eat.”

Kitty slumped against the lounge back…recovering. Max came over and released her from her restraints. He slipped her heels back on her feet and lead her to the bed. She stood at the end of the King size bed. He came up behind her with a fresh glass of champagne, this time enjoying one himself.

“I love the taste of your pleasure mixed with champagne.”

Kitty managed to blush.

Max stood behind her. He bent her gently but firmly over the bed. With the heels she was at a perfect height. Max grabbed her hair at the base of her neck and pulled her back to standing. He released her from her bra…reached around and massaged her breasts…gently releasing the nipple clamps. She sagged against him in relief. Max turned her around and held her for a moment in his arms….then leaned her back and lowered his mouth to her aching nipples. As the blood rushed back to her pink nipples he sucked and squeezed them each in turn. She could feel her wetness dripping down her leg. He laid her down on the bed and stepped back.

She watched as he slowly undid his shirt. She sensed that she was not allowed to move…but the sight of him undressing made her ach for his touch…her hand slid over to her crotch…pressing a finger between the folds to rub her clit as she watched.

He couldn’t believe how sexy she was. There was something about her driving him mad… her hand slipping into her pussy almost undid him. He reached for his button and undid his pants…sliding them down over his briefs…his cock rigid and straining to get out…To get to her…Into her.

He loved the stockings and garter…the crimson against her skin…mmmm. But he wanted nothing in the way when he took her. Max stepped out of his briefs and stood looking at her…watching her rub her clit…enjoying the look of intense need on her face. He came towards her…reaching out…she was sure he’d take her hard and fast now….waited for it…longed for it… Max reached around her back and undid her garter. She pouted and squirmed…mad that he had not entered her.

He slowly pulled down her stockings…removing her shoes….then replacing them on her bare feet. Max pulled her to her feet and turned her around to face the bed once more. He pushed her face down on the bed…her heels making her the perfect height. Max knelt on the ground at her feet, spreading her legs wide apart and exposing her dripping lips. When he saw her swollen clit he immediately buried his face…sucking and nibbling her lips and clit. He again inserted 2 fingers…slowly fucking her as he sucked her clit. She pushed back on his tongue and fingers…growing desperate to feel his cock inside her. He fucked her harder with his fingers…using her juices he slowly worked a finger into her tight ass… She moaned but did not fight it. All she could think about was how much she needed to feel his hard cock in her…

His cock was hard and itching to get into her tight, wet pussy…She tasted amazing…He lapped at her juices and continued to pump his fingers in and out of her body… It was a good thing she was laid on the bed, she didn’t have the strength to hold herself up…Kitty began to man and writhe against his hand and mouth. He sensed she was close to her second orgasm…her pussy was clenching around his hand….Max clamped down and sucked on her clit while slipping another finger into her pussy, stretching the tender lips. Kitty bucked against him…overcome by new waves of an intense orgasm… She almost suffocated him, she held onto him so tight….he kept up the pressure until her last wave had passed…then withdrew…allowing her a moment to rest.

She couldn’t move. Kitty lay where he had left her…totally exhausted…ass and pussy open and exposed.

He moved fast. Before she knew it he had entered her …Pushing his long hard cock all the way to the balls in one movement. She gasped. Her soaked pussy took every inch. He paused, pulsing inside her…

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PART 1

I’d like to tell you a story about some people I know. This story has only three main characters. Actually, depending on how you define ‘characters,’ it may only have two. Let’s call it three. The main character isn’t a person. It isn’t even a living thing, so I’m told. It is an infectious agent, more commonly called a virus. Yes, you guessed it. The infamous COVID-19 virus. Who would have imagined the impact such a little thing would have on our world?

Now, my story isn’t about the whole world. In fact, it is really about only two people and, yes, you guessed it again, those two people are the other two characters in this story.

The first of these people (and the second of my three characters) is a fellow named Jack. Jack was in his mid or late thirties at the time these events take place. He was born and bred in that “middle of nowhere” state called North Dakota. He even talked with that weird little accent they have up there. Jack is pretty much your average guy. He didn’t grow up poor and he certainly didn’t grow up rich. He enjoyed baseball and basketball as a kid but never excelled at either. Jack got decent grades in school and he was fairly handy with his hands, so he ended up with a teaching degree from a state school. He found himself teaching auto shop in a high school in Lincoln, North Dakota. Lincoln has about 40,000 people and sits right along Interstate 94. In college, Jack met and married a young lady named Sadie. She became a nurse and has performed those duties for years in Lincoln’s hospital. Jack and Sadie never had kids – the timing never seemed right and, well, they really just never wanted kids that badly. While we’re on the subject of their marriage, let me say that their union isn’t all that great. No, they don’t fight. Oh, they quibble some, sure, but they aren’t the kind of folks to yell and throw things at one another. On the other hand, their marriage is not full of romance and passion, either. They go about their routines, pay their bills, and share a house day after day after day. Who gets the fault for their marriage being in such a state? I don’t know – both of them, I suppose.

Enter the virus! Life were trudging on like normal until, all of a sudden, Jack had no place to be. The schools were shut down. It was like being on vacation for the first few days. He kicked back, slept in, and watched tv. Oh, and he masturbated more than usual. Some guilt set in, seeing his wife head off to work every day, so he tackled the projects around the house – the ones that he had been putting off. Jack recognized that spending half of each day reading stories on Literotica and watching videos online wasn’t where he wanted to be. He was especially enamored with the erotic literature. He decided to try his hand at writing and submitted his first erotic story. He didn’t feel too badly about that; at least it was being productive in some fashion. He started on a second story.

Jack decided he should see if he could find some sort of job. He didn’t need the money. He was still getting his check from the school, but he decided he needed to get out and do something. He thought he might find a job at a convenience store, or, maybe, a job as a watchman. He checked the Indeed website and he joined a local Facebook group upon which employers posted jobs. He spotted a possibility on Facebook: “Motel auditor. Flexible days and hours. 5 days/week. Apply in person.” Jack wasn’t sure what an auditor was, exactly, but decided to follow up. He drove to the named location and saw the little NoDak Motel. He’d driven by it a million times but never paid attention to it before. It was small, made of dark gray bricks, and certainly not part of a motel chain. He parked in the front and walked into the office. An older, heavyset lady with gray hair greeted him. “How can I help you, sir?”

“I’m here about the job I saw advertised.”

“Oh! Good,” she replied. “You’re the first person we’ve had respond.” She went on to say that her name was Gloria and she only worked there. Jack would have to fill out an application and Gloria would be sure the owner received it. She handed Jack a single page, printed on only one side, and told him to fill it out and bring it back when it was complete.

Jack looked it over. “This shouldn’t take long. Can I simply fill it out now and leave it with you?”

Gloria didn’t see a problem with that so Jack filled in some personal/contact information, a very brief education background, and a basic work history. Five minutes later Jack handed the form back to Gloria.

“Thank you. I’ll be sure Dawn gets it.”

Jack thanked her and walked out the door.

It’s time to meet our third (by my count) major character. Dawn Stephens was 44 years old when the virus impacted the US. Most people wouldn’t notice her in a crowd. If someone did notice her, they would probably describe her as “a cute little thing.” She was all of five feet three inches if she stretched. It wouldn’t be polite to mention a lady’s weight, but gaziantep escort she was of average build. She had a rather square face, a cute little nose, brown eyes, and sandy brownish hair. Her bangs almost reached her brows and her hair touched her shoulders. Dawn had an attractive smile that formed dimples in her cheeks.

Dawn had married young. She was an eleventh grader in high school when Bob, a man five years her senior, got her pregnant. They married a few months later. Two years after the birth of their son, a second son was born. Finances were always a struggle for Bob and Dawn. They worked hard and lived modestly. Bob mostly worked in the building trades until one of the chain lumberyards came to town. He got a job at the new store and, by the time of our story, was an assistant manager.

Bob had what I’ve heard described as “a critical spirit.” He criticized his kids constantly as they grew. He criticized Dawn about almost everything from the time they were married. Criticism breeds resentment. Resentment breeds friction. Criticism, resentment, and friction do not make for a happy marriage.

Dawn was native to Lincoln and Dawn owned the NoDak motel. Her parents had purchased it a good many years ago. Dawn inherited it. Her mom and dad had resided in the small living quarters that were situated behind the motel office. Dawn had intended to sell the place when her parents passed. She didn’t want to run a motel, but when she saw the cash flow and the minimal amount of work required, she had a change of heart. There were some tax benefits too, her accountant pointed out.

Dawn normally ran the motel with herself and a staff of three persons. Dawn performed most of the day to day accounting. She would only “man the counter” or act as a maid on those occasions where a staff member was ill or vacationing. Things were going along well. They had been doing VERY well since the oil boom had positively impacted the state of North Dakota.

That all changed in the spring of 2020 when our story’s first major character, COVID-19, reared his ugly head (as someone so colorfully stated). Dawn’s motel had a total of 16 rooms. She normally filled them all. Six of the rooms were rented by oil field workers on a monthly basis. COVID had not altered those room rentals. The other rooms were dependant on travelers. Vacation and business travelers had become scarce in the face of the pandemic. Recently the NoDak had vacancies every night.

To make matters worse, two of Dawn’s staff members quit abruptly. They were afraid that they’d contract the virus from guests. Dawn had to revise her business model. She decided to cease staffing during the late night and early morning hours, 10 PM to 5 AM. She did the math and determined that, if she worked some of the shifts herself, the motel could get by with only one staff member in addition to Gloria.

If you’ve read this far, you are probably already ahead of me. Yes, Jack had an interview with Dawn. She interviewed him the afternoon of the morning he applied for the job. She hired him on the spot. She was surprised that someone with his qualifications would want such a menial position. He filled out the necessary “new employee” forms (much more detailed than the job app) and she spent about an hour showing him around and explaining the procedures and the rules. He was allowed to watch tv or listen to the radio. He could bring his laptop (and use the motel wifi) or a book. The living area was accessible to the employee on duty for use of the refrigerator, microwave, and restroom. She showed him the location of linens, towels, and toiletries for the guests. He was responsible to disinfect the counter area after each guest. He was not responsible for any other cleaning. He was shown the computer program they used to make/cancel reservations. She walked him through the procedure to check guests in and out. His work schedule would be Tuesday through Sunday from 2 PM until 10. He would be responsible to close the safe and lock the front door at the end of his shift. His employment would begin the next Tuesday. Dawn said she would work his first shift along with him to be sure he was familiar with his duties. She was always but a phone call away if a question should arise. She could make it from her house to the motel in less than 15 minutes if an emergency required her presence.

Jack is a sharp guy. He quickly became at ease with the job. He took over the desk from Dawn twice per week and from Gloria three days per week. Gloria seemed to like him and gave him her cell phone number to use in the event that he couldn’t reach Dawn. Jack liked Dawn. She was cordial. She seemed level headed, intelligent, and patient. He thought she was going to be a good boss.

A few days later Jack had settled into his little gig. He’d worked a shift with Dawn and worked a couple more shifts by himself with no problems. He was taking his laptop to the motel with him and working on his writing to stave off the boredom. He’d completed the final edit of his second erotic story and submitted it. He wasn’t satisfied with his first stories. They were typical of the genre: heavy on sex and light on story. The women were built like supermodels, except they had freakishly big boobs. The guys were all like Steve Rogers, except they were hung like donkeys. He wanted his third effort to be better. He wanted his third effort to have a better plot and he wanted to develop his characters more – he wanted them to be more like average people (albeit still attractive). Of course, it was still going to be an erotic story so he wasn’t about to slack off on the sex!

One evening, his fourth day of work, he was sitting behind the counter in the motel office typing away on his laptop. It was about 8 o’clock in the evening. It was dark. A car pulled up just outside the office door. Expecting a new guest, Jack looked up and was surprised to see Dawn walk in with a friendly smile.

“I was just driving by on my way home from a friend’s house and thought I’d peek in to be sure everything is going ok.”

“Yep. No problems. We’ve filled five rooms for the night so far,” Jack reported.

“Not great, but it’s not too bad. Oh!” Dawn said remembering something. “I noticed that the outdoor lights above rooms 15 and 16 are burned out. Would you mind grabbing the small step ladder and a couple bulbs and replacing them? I’ll keep an eye on the office for you.”

“Sure. No problem,” he said heading for the storage area. “I’ll be right back.”

Dawn moved around, behind the counter and sat in front of the motel computer. She thought she’d check her email while she waited for Jack to return. She happened to glance over at his laptop and a phrase from the text on the screen seemed to jump out at her. “…his erection, hard as a steel pipe moments ago, receded from her sopping opening and released a small torrent of their combined juices…”

Rooms 15 and 16 were on the second storey and in the back of the building. It took Jack about five minutes to accomplish his task. He popped back into the office. “Let there be light! They’re both working now he reported.” Something was wrong. Dawn’s attention was elsewhere. The intent look on Dawn’s face, coupled with the angle of her gaze, were clues that led to a sudden deduction. She was looking at his laptop! Dawn was reading his story!

His mind went into panic mode. Now, it was perfectly allowable for him to have his laptop at work, but he was not at all comfortable with his boss (whom he hardly knew) reading his erotic story. How would she react?

What should he say? What COULD he say?

Fortunately, Dawn spoke first. She lifted her eyes. Her face was flushed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be nosey, but I couldn’t help seeing your computer. It caught my attention. That’s some pretty intense literature you’re reading there!” she said with an awkward smile.

“Well. Uhhhh. Errrr,” Jack decided it was best to be honest. “Actually, I wasn’t reading it.”

“Seems odd it would be on your laptop if you weren’t reading it,” Dawn interjected quickly.

“Well, I wasn’t READING it, I was WRITING it.”

Now Dawn was taken aback. She paused processing this new information. Regaining her balance, she smiled, “You didn’t mention on your resume that you are a writer.”

Her smile told Jack that, at least, she wasn’t angry. “I actually wouldn’t consider myself a writer.”

“I don’t know about that. You’ve got a pretty good story going on here. Do you mind if I finish reading it?”

“Errr. Errr,” she had Jack flatfooted again. “No. No, of course not. Go right ahead.” Jack was getting his composure back. He continued a second or two later. “It isn’t finished. I’m just getting started with it, actually.”

Dawn replied with, “hmmmm.” Her eyes continued to follow the lines of text on the laptop’s screen.

Jack rambled around the small waiting area, eyes on the floor. He picked up a few tiny pebbles that had been tracked in. It seemed like it took a long time for Dawn to finish what he’d written.

“So, are you writing a book?” she inquired.

“On, no! I could never write a book. It’s just a little story.”

“What will you do with it, if I may ask? I mean, when it’s finished, what will you do with it?”

Continuing with his decision to be honest, he answered, “There is a website where amateur writers can post their stories… share their stories. I’ll…I’ll post it there.”

“Are all the stories like this one? I mean, are they all sexy stories?”

“Yes. Well, not ALL of them, but nearly all of them are what they call erotica.”

Dawn chuckled a little bit. “Is it expensive to go to that website?”

“No, it’s free.”

Still smiling, she continued. “You might have to give me the link to that site. It would save me a ton of money on hot water. All my showers would be cold ones!”

Jack chuckled with relief, glad that Dawn was displaying such a cool attitude. “Yeah, some of the stories can be pretty hot.”

“So, where does it go from here?” she asked.

Jack wasn’t sure what she was referring to. “What?”

“Your story – where does it go from here? You’re not going to end it here, are you?”

This entire situation was taking an unexpected turn for Jack. Now his boss wanted to discuss the plot of his story! “I haven’t decided yet, where it will go. You’re right, it has to continue. I have a few ideas but haven’t chosen the full plot.” He made a quick decision to throw caution to the wind. “Where do you think the story should go?”

Dawn leaned back in her chair. She was taking the question seriously and concentrating in earnest. “Hmmmm. Let me think a minute. Let’s be sure I have the flow of the story. We have a guy, Michael Johnson, that flies to town for a week long convention. We have a girl, Julia Johnson, that flies to town for a week long training session. They’ve never met. They even come from different cities, but they just happen to have the same last name. There is a screw up at their hotel. Somehow, someone thinks that they are man and wife since they have the same last name. They are booked into the same room. The hotel is full – that’d be a nice problem to have – and they have no choice but to share their room.”

“It’s a corny plot but I’ve seen movies based on scenarios that are no better,” Jack interjected mildly.

“True. True. There are alotta coincidences in your story but coincidences DO happen. So we have our guy and we have our girl, total strangers, sharing a room for a week.”

“Only four nights, actually,” Jack smiled.

“Right. Arrive Monday – leave Friday. Four nights. Anyway, back to our plot. They start out very angry about the situation but decide they can be nice and make the best of it. The first night they keep to their own sides of the bed and are perfectly chaste. Since the first night went well, they warm up a little bit with each other. They even sit together in the hotel restaurant to eat their dinner on the second night. After dinner they go back to the room and watch tv. It gets late. They don’t have full blown pajamas, but they have enough clothing to sleep in so that they’re at least modest.”

“Yes. Boxers and a t-shirt for him. A big, baggy, knee length t-shirt and panties for her,” Jack elaborated.

“Right. So, like the night before, our modest couple get in bed. He’s at the edge on his side. She’s at the edge on her side. It takes them a long time to fall asleep. They both have some … shall I say, impure thoughts.” Dawn smiled as she recounted this part. “Finally, they fall asleep. He wakes up sometime in the night and realizes he is in the middle of the bed, on his side, facing away from her. The crucial thing, however, at this point, is that she is snuggled up against his back with her arm draped over him. Even MORE CRUCIAL, is that fact that her hand is resting on his… ermmm… aroused boy-part.”

Jack was compelled to chuckle. “Yes, you’ve got it. I think ‘crucial’ is the operative word.”

Dawn laughed in agreement before continuing. “Our Michael Johnson has a dilemma: is Julia Johnson, owner of the resting hand, asleep or is she awake? Our author does not inform his readers on that point. We aren’t told exactly when Julia awakens. We ARE told, however, that at some point, she does wake. From here, nature takes its course and the Johnsons engage in what I would have to call the hottest love-making session I’ve ever read.”

“Well, thank you,” Jack said sincerely. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You’re welcome and I meant it.” Dawn was grinning. “Now we are back to your question. Where does the story go from here?”

“Yes,” Jack nodded, “and my question is: Where do you think it should go?”

Dawn was lost in thought for some minutes. “I think, for night 3, they get an Uber and go to a fancy restaurant. Maybe they get a little frisky at their table. Then, back to the room for more hot sex.”

Jack raised his brows. “Wow! That’s amazing. I had the same basic idea. The only exception is that I was going to use that scenario for night 4. I thought it would be a special night for them since it would be their last night together.”

“Ahhhhh. Good point. Good point,” Dawn nodded. “That’s why you’re the author. So, what ideas did you have for night 3?”

“I was thinking of a more informal night. They could go to a movie. Maybe they could go dancing.”

She thought about those options. “I’m not sure they want to go dancing in the middle of the week with their busy day-time commitments. The movie is better, I think.”

Jack nodded again. “I wasn’t wild about the idea of dancing either. Mostly, I suppose, because I don’t like to dance. Love music! Don’t like to dance.”

“I’m not much of a dancer, either.” Her mind continued to focus on night 3. “What city are they in? What time of year is it?”

“I don’t know. The story doesn’t say. Why? What are you thinking?”

“Well, the weather and the city might open up other possibilities. You know, like a moonlight walk… or a boat ride… or a trip to a casino… or a rodeo… a sporting event.”

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Stripper Starr

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My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the darkness as I stepped in through the club’s front door and stopped at the cash register.

I paid the cover and took a seat upstairs. I moved the low, round chairs so that I can see the stage and so that when a stripper joins me at the table, her legs will intertwine with mine. I reclined deep into the chair with my legs pushed aggressively wide to occupy maximum space at the table. I angle to ensure maximum physical contact.

I relaxed for a few minutes with a beer. The sweet, tall blonde on stage moved through her second song, her long red dress crumpled at the edge of the stage, by the stairs. She slid to the floor, her back against the mirrored wall, her platform knee-high boots rocked back on their stiletto heels. Her hands push her knees out wide and slide down the inside of her thighs toward her g-string. She hooks her thumbs under the panties as her fingers press on the surface and highlight the folds of her pussy. She thrusts her chest out, her head back in mock masturbation. She rocks to the heavy beat of the music, hands rubbing on red nylon. She collapses forward, blonde hair spilling toward the mostly empty chairs as the song fades.

That’s when I feel the fingertips dragged across my shoulders, right to left.

“Hello, Sexy,” she purred as she rounds my chair. She let her manicured nails trickle from my shoulder gaziantep escort down my arm. “Would you like some company?”

I looked her up and down once. Long, straight, dark hair, parted in the middle and rises up before it falls past her shoulders. Her eye makeup created a slightly cat-like effect, her lipstick thick and moist. She wore a tight, shiny silver dress held her breasts together and round. The straps wrapped around her neck to create keyhole which emphasized her cleavage. The dress tailored in to her waist and stopped just below her ass, leaving her tan, bare legs spread should-width apart, straddling my left leg. The clear plastic platform shoes added almost 5″ to her height. Without them, she was probably 5’4″. “Tight little body.” I thought to myself.

I gently, almost casually, slid my hand up the back of her calf, behind her knee. “Well, that sounds like a pretty good suggestion,” I said with a wry smile. She slid her leg around and nestled into my lap, her right arm easing around my shoulders. Her left hand pressed to the buttons of my shirt.

“I’m Starr.”

“Starr,” I said with a smile that finished my sentence, ‘That’s cute. I’ll play along.’ “I’m Rick”

“Well, Rick, are you having a good time?”

“I am now, Sista!” Now I had her smiling with me.

“You’re cute.”

“You’re pretty hot yourself there, Starr. That’s one sexy dress you’ve got.”

“You like it?” She leaned back and ran her hands up her sides to her breasts. “I like how it shows off my tits. Look you can see my nipples getting hard for you.” She squeezed both nipples playfully through the dress. I grinned and she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I also like how easily it lets me touch my pussy.” Her voice was heavy and wet. “Do you want me to touch it for you?” Her hot breath lingered at my neck.

“I’d love to see you touch yourself.”

Her hand immediately slid up her thigh. She sucked in a quick gasp of breath.

“mmmmmm. I am wet already. You’re going to have to help me relieve myself. Let’s go in the back room. It’s dark and we’ll be alone.” Her moist lips brushed my ear. I swallowed hard. “I want you to touch me.”

She retracted back a bit to look me in the eyes. Her pouty look was perfect. She gently tugged my hand and we rose. I silently followed her into a deeply dark corner into a fat leather couch.

Immediately she pushed between my legs. Her hands on my thighs. She pulled my hands to her thighs. “That’s it,” she instructed, “push it up over my hips.” Her hands reached around to her panties and pulled them aside, revealing her soft pussy lips. She slid a finger over them and up her body to her mouth. “mmmmm” She rotated and pressed her tight little ass into my lap. My hard cock pushed through my jeans. “Oh!” she teased, “I see you’re as turned on as I am.” She ground her ass cheeks along my shaft. Her hands guided mine between her legs. “If you rub my cunt, I’ll come for you.” She pressed my fingers onto her folds. “Yeah! Rub it fast!” I obliged and ground more aggressively onto my cock.

Slowly she rotated around. Her fingers now tugged at my shirt, untucking it from my pants. Playfully, she undid my belt and unbuttoned the top of my jeans. Her mischievous look told my she wasn’t finished. “I’m going to make you come. I want to feel your sticky come on my fingers.” Her delicate nails reached my shaft. Her body was pressed tightly against mine. Her breast splayed against my chest. Her mouth at my left ear. “Unnhhh. Mmmmmmm. Let me feel your hard cock. I want it inside me. Can you feel my wet pussy? Are your going to fuck me hard? Unnnhhh” She was now stroking my full length. “Come on, baby, let me feel you come.” She stroked faster. Quickly she slid down to her knees, her face in my crotch. In one swift motion, she unzipped my zipper and engulfed my cock in her mouth. “Mmmmmffff” She bobbed her wet mouth on my dick. One, two, three deep throat motions and I was ready to burst. “mmmMMM!”

“That’s it, baby, take it!” I exploded deep into her mouth. A few more bobs and she climbed up again.

“Now that’s what I call fun.” Her mischievous grin again.

I’ll say. There was some money exchanged in there somewhere, but I can’t seem to remember the details.

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Shag on the Green under Pale Moon

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Alicia and I were both project managers with the same company, but our branch offices were about a three-hour drive apart, so we weren’t able to see each other on a regular basis. We had previously discovered our lust for each other at a company party, and continued to find opportunities for occasional sexual rendezvous. At the time, neither of us really wanted a more serious relationship or life change, and for personal and professional reasons we wanted to keep our sexual relations discreet from our co-workers. Essentially, we were enjoying a “friends with benefits” type of relationship, and sharing the erotic fun of building sexual tension and excitement between us and then the thrill and adventure of passionate trysts.

It was late-July and we were attending a two-day company meeting with about 75 other co-workers in a conference room at a golf resort hotel. Knowing that the overnight stay would provide us with an opportunity to indulge our lust, we teased each other ruthlessly by email and phone with our erotic thoughts during the week leading up to the meeting. By the time we arrived for the meetings on the first morning, we could barely contain our sexual tension, but didn’t really have a plan about where and when we would indulge our passion for each other.

In the conference room we found seats next to each other at a table in the back of the room. Trying to maintain our composure, and our eyes on the speakers and presentations, we relieved our boredom and stoked our lust further by discreetly teasing each other below the table, hidden from view by the table skirts. Alicia was wearing a blouse and knee-length skirt. It was hot and humid outside, and I noticed that the air-conditioning in the meeting room had caused goose bumps to rise over her crossed legs. When she shifted in her chair and uncrossed her legs I slid my hand down over her leg, slowly rubbing the warmth of my hand over her. With our laptops opened on the table in front of us, any casual observer wouldn’t have noticed anything unusual.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile slightly at the feel of my hand caressing her leg and she eased the hem of her dress back towards her hip, exposing her thigh for me. Alicia casually rested her chin in her hands, trying to look attentive during the presentation as I massaged my hand over her thigh and under her dress.

My fingers traced lightly over her bare inner thigh, and I pushed her dress back further as I rubbed my hand slowly up her thigh, feeling her smooth silky warmth as I moved closer to her pussy. She parted her legs slightly, allowing my hand between her thighs and against her heat radiating under satin panties. I pressed the side of my hand over her panties and felt the warm, damp outline of her moistening lips.

Looking straight ahead, she shifted her hips and pushed forward slightly, pressing her pussy firmly against the pressure of my hand. Slowly rubbing the side of my hand against the length of her pussy, I teased and rubbed my little finger between her lips, feeling her wetness as my palm massaged over her inner thigh. Alicia was slowly squeezing and releasing her thighs together, trying to press my fingers harder against her pussy. Feeling her heat and growing moisture against my fingers was making my cock stir and swell, rising against my pants.

I glanced at her face out of the corner of my eye, and saw that she was now slightly flushed as she gaziantep escort focused her eyes forward, trying to hold her composure. I grinned and slowly eased my hand from between her thighs, and saw her eyes close briefly as she exhaled softly at the sudden emptiness between her legs.

With a mischievous grin, Alicia glanced down at the bulge of my cock growing against my pants, and she retaliated by placing her hand over my thigh, grazing her nails slowly across my inner thigh. Sliding her palm over my cock, she pressed her hand down firmly and squeezed her fingers around my hardening shaft, feeling my warmth as I swelled and twitched in her grasp. I saw her smile widen at my reaction and she eased her grip, and then lightly teased her fingernails along the length of my straining cock, tracing my hardness and occasionally to squeeze my shaft and feel me throb and grow harder for her.

I was staring ahead to maintain my look of attention to the speaker, but wasn’t really listening to what was being said as I struggled to control the pleasure from Alicia’s teasing. I could feel my pulse quicken, the heat radiating from my loins and my balls growing heavy as I tried not to squirm while she slowly stroked her fingertips over my hard cock. Suddenly she pulled her hand away, leaving me flushed and aching for more of her attention. Our eyes met briefly, and her wicked grin stoked my lust for her.

When the morning meeting ended, we were separated for the rest of the day during small group seminars. Also, lunch and dinner were catered into the conference room, so there wasn’t a good opportunity for a quick passion lunch or dinner tryst without being obvious. Seated at different tables during lunch and dinner, we caught occasionally caught each other’s eyes and simmered in our lust.

After dinner there was an informal “meet and greet” type of company party for all of us, and we mixed in with the rest of the group. Not wanting to draw attention to ourselves by immediately bolting from the party together, we mingled and had some drinks and continued to flirt with our eyes as we did the “company thing”.

The party was at an outdoor patio bar that overlooked the golf course. As the sunset, a nearly full moon rose in the early evening sky over the lush tree-lined fairways of the golf course. My eyes wandered to Alicia, her sensuous curves and movements were highlighted by the fading glow of dusk. Erotic memories of our past encounters flowed together with the pent up sexual tension of our recent teasing and I couldn’t resist my craving for Alicia any longer.

Inspired by the sight of her against the backdrop of twilight over the golf course, I wandered over to the bar and wrote a note on a napkin, giving her instructions of where and when to meet me. Alicia was talking and drinking with a small group, and I already knew some of the others she was with, so I casually joined in with the group and stood next to her. While everyone’s attention was diverted in conversation, I slipped my note into her hand. Soon after, I excused myself and wished everyone a good night. Glancing into Alicia’s eyes, I could sense her smoldering lust as she offered a seductive smile and wished me a “good night”.

The pale moonlight cast shadows from the trees surrounding the fairway and green of the golf course. I stood within the shadow of the shelter between the tee and green of the 14th and 15th holes watching Alicia approach. Grinning, I could sense the anticipation and excitement in her strides, silhouetted against the moonlit sky as she followed the golf cart trail. When she saw me step out of the darkness of the shelter, I heard her giggle and she started running towards me. I playfully ran away, leading her short distance to the green, then stopped and turned around for her. Jumping up into my arms, she squealed with excitement and wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist as we locked in a passionate kiss.

Her breasts heaving against my chest as our tongues played between our lips, I slid my hands down her back and cupped them under her ass, squeezing her cheeks firmly, then pulled her against me, feeling her press against my already hard cock. Our lips sharing our passion, she pressed her pussy urgently against my hardness, slowly gyrating and grinding her hips in my embrace.

I slid my fingers under her panties, massaging against her ass and the base of her already wet pussy lips. Still holding her in my grasp, I broke our kiss to nuzzle and kiss my way down her neck, she tilted her head back for my access and I kissed down her neck to her partially unbuttoned blouse and exposed cleavage. She was now squirming and moaning softly against the pressure of my massaging fingers over her pussy and anus, and I teasingly bit and nuzzled her breasts through her blouse and bra.

My cock surging, I traced my tongue up her neck, kissing at the base of her ear, I whispered deeply, “I want to lick your pussy!”

Her gleaming eyes widened as she gasped, “Ohh yess, lick me babe!” as I lowered her feet down to the grass.

We enthusiastically stripped each other’s clothes off, scattering them over the green, and embraced in a hard passionate kiss, feeling the heat of our bodies together in the humid night air. I lowered Alicia down to the cool, lush grass. Lying alongside her I kissed down her neck, as I massaged one hand down over her mound, then caressing over her wet pussy lips and her silky inner thighs. I heard her draw in a deep breath as she opened her legs for my touch, raising and spreading her knees as I traced my lips and tongue down to her nipples.

Her fingers combed through my hair as I alternately kissed and circled each of her soft and swollen areola with my tongue. Brushing and teasing over her hard nipples with my mustache, I sucked and pulled her buds between my lips as I teased them with my tongue.

Massaging my fingers over her thighs and pussy, my palm teased against her clit, as she slowly gyrated her hips, rising up from the grass to press against the rhythm of my hand. I moved my lips down from her breasts, kissing and licking over the smooth warmth of her stomach, hearing her moan softly as her breathing become more shallow with excitement. Kissing and licking over her mound, I eased two fingers into her slippery pussy. Feeling her squeeze around my fingers as I slowly stroked within her, teasing my fingertips against her hot pussy walls, as her wetness flowed over my hand.

Pausing to look back and see the pleasure on her face, she was pulling her nipples between her fingers as she watched me. Our eyes met and she smiled seductively as whispered, “Mmm, that feels sooo good!” Her gaze shifted to my hard, swollen cock and she moaned out, “Oh babe, let me suck your cock…I want to taste your cock while you lick me!”

I turned and swung my legs and hips around to offer my cock to her lips, and then laid back on the soft grass as she rolled herself up onto me to 69. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and spread her wet pussy open as she nestled herself over my lips and chin.

The sensations of her hand, lips and tongue on my cock sent a wave of electric heat through me and my lust for her pussy surged as I eagerly lapped my tongue over hot, slippery lips and teased along her labia and inner thigh. Reaching up around her hips, I grasped her ass firmly with one hand and then slipped two fingers into her wet hole, stroking inside her as my tongue danced and played around her clit. Hearing her moan with the rhythm of my fingers, I teased against the rim of her ass with my other hand and she pressed her pussy down harder over my lips, gyrating her hips against the flicking motion of my tongue over her clit.

Alicia was lightly massaging my balls with one hand as she squeezed the base of my hard shaft with the other, pumping and sucking the length of my cock between her lips. Feeling me swell in her mouth, she occasionally paused her motion to lick and swirl her tongue around my swollen tip.

Suddenly I felt her squeeze her hand around the base of my shaft, gripping tightly as she pulled her lips from my cock. With a deep moan she leaned back, pressing her pussy down hard against my tongue she started rapidly gyrating her hips, grinding her pussy over my lips and chin. Her swollen clit rubbing against my eager tongue, she gasped out loudly as she thrust against the rhythm of my fingers thrusting within her. Alicia’s thighs tightened and squeezed around me, and I firmly grabbed her hips as she tensed up and stopped her grinding motion, then pressed down on me as he shuddered and groaned out deeply. Her warm juices gushed over me, and I lapped her flowing wetness from her slit.

As her orgasm subsided, she relaxed and eased her hot soaked pussy off my face. I recovered my breath, and slowly eased my fingers between her swollen wet lips, hearing her gasp with pleasure as she leaned forward and started rapidly stroking and sucking my throbbing cock.

She spread her legs further apart and raised her ass up, thrusting back against my fingers and moaning softly as I stroked my fingers into her pussy, keeping pace with her sucking and stroking my cock. Feeling my urge to cum building, my balls tightened in her cupped hand and she started using rapid short strokes at the base of my cock with her other hand. She was licking frantically along the underside and tip of my engorged cock as she massaged my balls, bringing me to the edge of orgasm, sending hot ripples of pleasure through me.

My cock pulsing in her hand, she rapidly stroked my slippery wet shaft as her tongue swirled around my tip and my orgasm suddenly seared through my body. With a loud guttural groan, I grabbed tightly onto her hips from behind as she brought me over the edge. Losing control, my hips thrust up to her, pushing my cock against her as streams of cum splashed over her chin, neck and breasts, and flowed down over her hand. As the ripples of my pleasure subsided, Alicia continued to massage and lick my cock, squeezing out the last of my cum.

We briefly laid in the 69 position on the green, recovering our breath and savoring the afterglow of our passion. Untangling ourselves, we spooned together on the green, feeling the warm summer breeze over our wetness and the lush moist grass of the green against our flushed skin under the pale moonlight.

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Pleasure in Control Ch. 09

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Julia lands a dream job with a top fashion lingerie house that leads her into a life of beautiful women and daring sexual exploits. In this autobiographical story, Julia explores her sexuality and her body as well as her new contacts. Gradually she pushed the boundaries of her experiences and enters a secret world of lesbian passion, sex and more. This is only as fictional as you want it to be but you will not recognise any of the names. Act out parts of my life if you wish, but be kind, stay safe and stay legal.

This is a full-length novel and this is Chapter 9 of 17. You will enjoy this much more if you have read the preceding chapters first.

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Chapter 9

It was now the end of April and many of Passionella’s best employees had gathered at PROM for another new product launch, this time of ‘Mesh’ – a new range of sexy dance/party/late-nights-at-home wear intended to compete with the growth of more daring high-street underwear shops.

I had been invited, of course, to mingle with the clients as one of them and to check up on the Dems and personal shoppers who can sometimes treat these launches as a night out for their own benefit rather than for the benefit of their customers. On the way there, I ran through some saved messages on my cell-phone voicemail. One had been left by Helen from the Sheffield store.

She introduced herself nervously then started to speak falteringly to my voicemail service like it was a behaviour counsellor:

“Julia, I need your help (long pause) No, let me get straight to the point. You, er, you know we aren’t supposed to touch each other, company rules and all that, but, well, … I have a fantasy about you and I and it’s been keeping me awake at night. Julia, I’ve rubbed my pussy so sore just thinking of you and I ,,, doing, doing, well, something together. But I’ve saved myself for you for nearly a week now and my clit is throbbing for you and my juices are welling up inside me as I speak. Julia, can you come up to Sheffield really soon so we can get it on in the changing rooms? Or can we meet at PROM for the new product launch next week and enjoy each other in a Private Room? All the girls are talking about you and how much fun they have with you when you shop in their stores. Will you do something with me, Julia?” Click

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All my favourite girls were at the show. Fiona was positively glowing – she’d lost some weight and gained loads of self-confidence since being promoted to Personal Shopper at the new outlet in York. Tall Stevie was as loud as ever and was chatting up Yasmin and Zöe who, as usual, seemed more interested in each other and were being embarrassingly touchy-feely over pre-show drinks. Vikki and Maria were circulating like true professionals, chatting to clients and floating effortlessly from group to group. Abigail was mostly standing still for fear of falling out of her low-cut dress and Helen was attracting admiring and jealous stares in equal measure as she displayed more taught, flat tummy than most of us could at half her age. We made eye contact only briefly across the floor before Linda appeared and announced that the show was about to start.

We filed downstairs to the catwalk and took our seats. To my delight, Helen immediately sat down next to me and the other two vacant seats are taken by Zöe and Yasmin; they wouldn’t disturb us as they were still totally engrossed in each other. Helen leaned across and spoke quietly. “Did, did you get my, er …”

“Yes,” I assured her, “I got your message – it was very flattering. I whispered in her ear: “Listen, I’ll see you after the show. Shhh!”

Mesh was well presented as a very raunchy product line, something of a departure for Passionella but not losing the air of exclusivity and sophistication we all associated with the brand. Every garment was made up from panels of see-through fine mesh stretched between a structure of straps and webs. As Fiona, Stevie, Maria and another girl I didn’t recognise took their turns on the stage, the audience cheered and applauded as we were treated to bras & panties in various cuts & styles, nightwear and ‘special outfits’ in black or white.

One garment in particular caught my eye. It was a basque and was modelled by lovely Maria; it barely covered her ample Andalusian breasts and stopped just above her hips. It had wide shoulder straps and removable suspenders attached by trademark Passionella logo catches. With it, she wore a Mesh thong with narrow side straps that also featured Passionella Kissing Lips logos. Cheekily, Maria showed that the side catches could be undone to make the thong even easier to remove in a hurry, although she fastened them again without completing the task. Shame.

I was in no doubt that the product range would be a great success when it hit the stores and the audience applauded warmly as Linda took the stage to make her closing remarks.

Immediately after the show, Helen grabbed bursa escort my arm and positively dragged me up the stairs and into Gold Private Room before any of the other guests had even left their tables. She closed the door quickly and locked it behind her whereupon she let out a long sigh and smiled broadly at me. We flopped into opposite sofas and talked small talk, about the show, the products, the weather and life.

Then Helen looked more serious.

“I meant it. My message. I want to act out my fantasy, right here, right now, and I don’t care if I get fired either. Julia, I’m hot for you and I want to show you what I bad girl I can be. Will you let me?”

How could I resist? Helen was not classically beautiful but she had a lean and slender body, long arms and legs and a particularly long, narrow midriff. She had masses of dark hair, to match her dark eyes. I was excited by her forward approach and realised that I could turn tonight to my advantage – I would use Helen as a practice run for my seduction of Linda. By the way, where was Linda tonight? I’d hardly seen her.

“Helen, yes, of course.” I replied. She smiled again.

“I’d love you to model that set that Maria wearing, and I want to try out an idea. Are you game?” Helen nodded, and located her size amongst the garments on the hanging rail. “White OK?” she asked. A good choice to contrast with her hair. She disappeared into the en-suite dressing area and appeared moments later, still adjusting the straps to fit. She also had on a pair of white lace-top stockings that she attached to the suspenders and finally she threw a long white silk scarf casually around her neck.

Helen put on the show of my dreams. She moved so sensually and she talked dirty too. She described her garments in tantalising detail and used her long fingers to point out the features and the places where they made her feel good. She wriggled and showed me close up how the mesh had made her nipples hard and how the slightly stretchy material formed around them. She thrust out her chest and moaned, describing how the pressure on her breasts was making her feel horny and how the slightly coarse mesh rubbed over her nipples, making them hyper-sensitive. Looking down, I couldn’t help but notice the dark shadow of her bush through the contrasting white mesh of her thong.

I encouraged her and matched the explicitness of her dialogue. I asked her questions about how the clothes made her feel and elicited moans of pleasure as I insisted she repeated and exaggerated those movements that increased her arousal. I had her acting to her own script and she was loving it.

“Helen, does that thong press against your pussy?” I teased, expecting no reply. “Does it feel tight between your legs, Helen? Does it rub you when you move?”

Helen confirmed my thoughts by making even more sensual moves and looking more and more dreamy. I asked more questions, the answers to which I could easily guess: “Helen, are you feeling really hot now? Is your pussy opening up and swelling against the pressure of that thong?” Helen could only nod and lick her lips. I continued to encourage her.

“Is your pussy engorged and wide open now (I could see that it was) and is the thong starting to slip between your lips? Is it, Helen?”

She nodded again.

“Is your clit touching the mesh fabric, now?” By the look on her face, I was sure it was.

“Yes it is, yes, yes, yes you bitch, you know it is. For fuck sake, stop just talking about it and frig me, won’t you? I want you to pantie-frig me till I come. You promised. Just do it, now, please, please,” Helen pleaded, standing with her hands on her hips, her legs wide apart and her pussy mound thrust towards me.

Now for my flash of inspiration. “Hold still,” I demanded.

“I can’t, Julia, I can’t. I’m so turned on I’m just gong to have to do it myself if you won’t – just watch me.

“No, don’t,” I insisted, and quickly grabbed the silk scarf from around her neck. I tied her wrists together behind her back and she cursed me some more.

“Now hold still, you’ll thank me later,” I retorted.

Helen was not convinced but I detached the suspenders from the bottom edge of her basque and tossed them aside (thankfully her stockings were hold-ups so they stayed high and smooth on her long, firm thighs).

I then unfastened the Logo clasp at one side of her thong and was delighted to find my hunch worked. Either by accident or by design, I could attach the two halves of the thong’s side strap to the suspender attachment clasps at the front and back of the basque. I did the same at the other side and pulled the adjusters tight. This forced Helen’s thong tight up against her pussy and she wriggled with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” she protested, pulling at the scarf around her wrists.

“There, how does that feel?”

“Even more frustrating than before. You’re trying to humiliate me and take advantage of the state bursa escort bayan you’ve got me into. This was supposed to be as much for my enjoyment as yours wasn’t it? And you just seem to be getting your pleasure from seeing my discomfort. You’re, you’re a bitch! I thought you were a …”

I interrupted her with a suggestion:

“Try rocking your pelvis and see what happens.” I untied her wrists so she didn’t loose her balance but Helen actually looked quite disappointed so I tied them together in front of her with the same scarf.

Helen thrust her hips forward and back a couple of times now that the thong was attached to her basque and not around her waist. As she moved her hips the mesh fabric between her legs rubbed back and forth over her pussy, just as I had hoped. “Oh, … that’s goooooood, ” she sighed, and moved some more, “but I really don’t think I can come like this.”

“Let me help …” I offered, and shortened the wide shoulder straps of her basque. This pushed her boobs closer together and lifted them higher on her chest, putting more pressure on her erect nipples as they pressed against the mesh bra-cups. But the design of the basque was such that the shoulder straps continued in long webs right down the front and back of the garment and terminated at the suspender attachment clasps. So, by shortening the shoulder strap adjusters I had also pulled her thong tighter up between her legs.

Helen moaned and thrust her hips purposefully. “Oh, that’s even better. Mmmmmm …”

“Tighter?” I asked.

Helen nodded excitedly and I pulled the shoulder adjustments as tight as they would go. She spread her stocking-encased legs wide apart and the thong all but disappeared deep between her engorged pussy lips.

“Tighter! Tighter!” she demanded, “Please!!” But I’d run out of adjustment.

“Lift your hands above your head!” I commanded and Helen obeyed. The effect was devastating because, as she raised her arms the tension on the shoulder straps pulled the basque high, high on her rib cage and rammed her thong harder into her crack.

Helen was panting and shaking. I was afraid she would go weak at the knees and lose the pulling effect but I had another idea still to try. Holding Helen’s arms high above her head by the scarf that bound them, I walked her the length of the room. Every small step sent a shudder through her body as the tight thong rasped against her clit and pussy-gash.

When we reached the far wall, I turned her to face me and, staring deep into her dark eyes, I reached up and attached the free end of the scarf to a ring fixed to the wall, presumably for just such a purpose. I tied the scarf so Helen’s arms stretched high in the air and the thong pulled so hard I feared the pain might mask the pleasure.

No worries there; Helen took over and established a rhythm. She lifted herself onto her tip-toes to relieve some of the pressure and rotated her hips in alternate directions. Then she bent her knees so most of her weight was taken on her tethered arms causing the thong to dig deeper into her soft, tormented pussy.

Helen let out a long deep moan and repeated the sequence several more times.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh. Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh, no, no, yes, yes yessssss, no, … mmmMMMMMmmmmm”

Then she lifted herself onto her toes again and, keeping her upper body still, she used those tight tummy muscles to thrust her pelvis forward and backwards in long slow decisive movements. She’d managed to release just enough tension on the thong straps that she was then able to rub her swollen clit against the inside of the mesh fabric.

I could only imagine what the feelings must have been like as she gave herself the pantie-frig of a lifetime. I sensed she was getting close to orgasm and gestured to untie the scarf but she shook her head. Instead she slowed her rhythm almost to a standstill before gradually building back up again from those almost indiscernible movements.

As her speed increased she started to loose control. Her face became contorted and her whole body began to shake. Finally, she lifted her feet right off the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest so her whole weight was taken by her bound wrists and the thong cut deep, deep into her.

She screamed.

“Yaaaahhhhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm. Oh, oh, oh yessssssssssss!” she cried as her orgasm finally arrived.

Taking her weight on her feet again, she twisted and writhed in pleasure and release as she extracted the maximum enjoyment out of her climax. I certainly derived a great deal of pleasure just watching her although I didn’t come myself.

I also noticed just how much Helen enjoyed having her wrists bound and wondered if I would like that too.

As she calmed down, I released Helen’s arms from the wall ring and untied them. She rubbed her wrists as she sank to the floor and she loosened the shoulder straps of her basque. Unclipping the thong, she extracted it from the soft folds bursa merkez escort between her legs, rubbing her pussy for the first time.

I feared she would be angry with me, until she spoke:

“Wow, Julia, that was terrific. Thanks!” Her cheeks were rosy red and her face and neck were wet with perspiration.

“But Helen,” I replied, “I didn’t touch you, you did that all yourself.”

“Well, yes, but you set me up for this, you scheming bitch.”

“Complaining?”

“No”

“Happy?”

“Definitely”

“Sore?”

“A bit”

“Get dressed and we’ll go back to enjoy the party.”

It was gone 11:00 pm when we wandered back into the PROM reception area. The few people still there smiled sweetly and knowingly. Zöe and Yasmin strolled out of Red, arm in arm and asked if we knew where Linda was. This confirmed my suspicions: that she is rarely to be seen at these events, preferring to keep a low profile in her office and trusting her staff to entertain her company’s clients.

Kirsten blew a kiss to a client who was just leaving and waved to me across the room before departing.

I took a taxi home and showered before climbing into bed. I mulled over the evening’s events and thought about my mission to ‘satisfy’ Linda. Unable to sleep, I masturbated myself slowly and tenderly to a quietly satisfying orgasm to relieve the pent-up tension and excitement of my ‘session’ with Helen, the images of her lean and tethered body still crystal clear in my mind.

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Early May found me hard at work around the stores as well as performing my secondary role as company spy, searching out new styles and ideas introduced by Passionella’s competitors and ensuring that other brands were not overshadowing our store displays. I also purchased competitors’ products to test the store staff’s knowledge of their various brands and products.

I was also spending time at home, supervising the decorators who were implementing my scheme to improve the decoration of my apt without changing its fundamentally Minimalist feel. Terri was complaining about the difficulty of keeping it clean and tidy whilst the work went on but I promised her a special treat when it was all over. Even more special than her usual ‘special treats’.

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When the day finally arrived for me to ‘Mystery Shop’ Linda I was very nervous, but any negative thoughts were more than cancelled out by the feelings of responsibility and trust placed in me by Emma and Kirsten. Anyway, I liked Linda and she was the owner of the company that employed me. If I could make her happy and at the same time, maybe, improve my employment chances, I’d give it my best shot. I’d dearly wanted to settle an old score with Mrs Grundleton too; revenge is sweet, as they say.

First decision: what to wear? Even though I’d had weeks to plan, I was still undecided. I was looking for a mix of my Recruitment Executive alter ego spiked with sensual temptress. It was the sensual temptress bit that I found difficult to carry off on a Thursday morning in central London. Finally I settled on the suit I’d bought with no particular situation in mind – a shimmering satin fabric in a French Mustard hue with a wrap-over double-breasted jacket (the irony made me smile too) and a calf-length skirt with mid-thigh-high splits up both sides. I’m sure the designer had his own idea of what should be worn underneath but I chose one of my new uplift-for-a-deep-cleavage bras in a strong blue with decorated edges to the cups and narrow twin shoulder straps. The panties consisted of a fairly large triangle of matching blue fabric with similar detailing along its top edge, identical narrow twin straps around the hips meeting at the back at a tiny triangle securing them to the thin web that would soon be nestling in the crack between my tight gym-honed bum cheeks. And nothing else. Except for a pair of dark hold-up lace-topped stockings co-ordinated with fairly sensible buckle-over shoes.

I showered thoroughly, pampered myself to death, shaved my bikini line but left a light re-growth of pubic hair in a small neat shield-like shape. I painted my finger and toenails to match my underwear and applied a minimum of carefully-chosen make-up. I wondered aloud as I dusted and brushed, how many people at Passionella have actually noticed that normally I don’t wear any make-up?

I finished my bowl of muesli and downed a second cup of herbal tea before dressing. I slipped my Panties over my hips and wriggled them into position, enjoying the feel of quality materials next to my skin. I threaded my arms into the bra and fastened the clasp behind my back. Looking in the mirror, I almost gasped out loud as I hardly recognised my breasts. Thrust upwards and forwards by the combination of my arms being pushed right back and the clever design of the bra cups. More than half of the large rounded mounds of my breasts was exposed and they swelled firmly and provocatively towards the mirror. Then, when I dropped my arms to my sides, my twin perfectly-rounded hemispheres pressed together so aggressively that they almost touched. A cleavage of such magnificence and glossy-magazine perfection such as I’d never experienced before.

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