axla.info - Anal sex hikayeleri https://axla.info Anal sex hikayeleri Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 tr hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.4.3 Appetizers , Dessert https://axla.info/appetizers-dessert.html https://axla.info/appetizers-dessert.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://axla.info/appetizers-dessert.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Appetizers She stood at the kitchen counter silently cutting up vegetables for supper. It had been a long day. She had arrived home before him; changed into a one of his comfortable old T-shirts and begun to prepare supper. The house was […]

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Appetizers

She stood at the kitchen counter silently cutting up vegetables for supper. It had been a long day. She had arrived home before him; changed into a one of his comfortable old T-shirts and begun to prepare supper. The house was quiet and she was lost in her own thoughts. The challenges of the day had taken a toll on her. She was mentally and physically drained.

She heard the garage door go up and down and knew that he had arrived home. She heard him come through the door; aware of his presence in the kitchen although still no words had been exchanged. He moved across the room toward her. She could feel him standing close behind her even before he reached out to touch her. He pushed his body against hers. One hand went around her chest and reached for her breasts. His other arm went lower and pulled her hips against him. He bent his head and kissed her neck softly.

He whispered low, “Supper smells good. You feel wonderful.”

She stopped cutting, closed her eyes and leaned back into him. She sighed deeply as the frustrations of the day began to melt out of her. The arms that enfolded her provided a safe space. She finally began to relax. He continued to nuzzle the back of her neck. His hands moved slowly across the front of her body finding their way under the loose oversized cotton T-shirt to discover her naked body. She moaned softly in response to his touch.

A few moments went by; each of them lost in the feeling of the other. Suddenly she opened her eyes and began again to cut vegetables; or at least she tried. It was difficult to concentrate on her task. She was continually aware of his body behind her. His hands continued to move slowly but with intention across her naked body.

“Am I distracting you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she murmured, “but please don’t stop.”

She laid down the knife and placed both her palms against the cool surface of the counter. She closed her eyes again and gave herself over to the feelings that he was awakening in her. She was constantly amazed at the strength of her response to this man. No expectations, no hidden agendas – just the incredible power and passion that their bodies created together.

His hands both moved across the roundness of her belly, each approaching the center from the opposite side. His pressure lightened considerably as he traced small circles across her tummy. She moaned softly. His hands spread apart and moved up to take each of her breasts. He gently, but firmly massaged each, his fingertips tightly pinching her nipples. They responded and grew into tight little buds. She became aware of the warmth and hardness of his penis pressing into her backside. His hands continued to explore her Cami Halısı breasts as his hips began to move behind her. He moved in the silent dance of lovers as his penis pushed and probed her bottom and between her legs. Her hips began to move instinctively against him, mirroring his movements, as they fit their bodies together. Time stood still and they were lost in the magic of their bodies together.

Suddenly, his hands moved firmly to her hips and he turned her to face him. She leaned into him expecting his kiss, but instead, he fell to the floor, his mouth finding the smoothness of her vulva. She certainly had not anticipated this and her knees buckled with delighted surprise. He immediately reached to steady her; his large hands each gripping a cheek of her bottom. He pulled her closer to his face and continued to delight her with his mouth.

He was an experienced and responsive lover. He paid attention to the pace and the pressures that he knew she preferred. He knew when to vary them to guide her through the full range of emotions and feelings. She reached behind, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter to support her self. His mouth continued to provide pleasure beyond belief. His tongue massaged her clitoris. He gently grabbed the outer folds of her labia in between his teeth. His tongue moved over every part of her, alternating between ultra light feather soft barely there movements to strong and steady intense pressure. He knew from experience that the clitoral stimulation alone could bring her to orgasm. He also knew that she preferred the simultaneous pressure from inside. One hand came from behind her and he thrust his fingers into her hot, wet vagina. He used the other hand to steady her and to control the contact between them.

The intensity was peaking and he orchestrated the dance perfectly. His knowledge of her body and her responses to him was a gift. He was intently focused on providing her with these moments of pure pleasure. She concentrated solely on her body as he brought her to the edge. She could feel the orgasm building deep inside her. It was as if all the frustrations of the day poured out in shuddering tingling spasms as her whole body released into his mouth and his fingers. In this moment it was all about her. It was so easy for her to allow herself to go over the edge and lose herself in her orgasm. He never let up. The pressure of his tongue on her clitoris was strong and steady. His fingers pushed deeply and rhythmically into her vagina. Her orgasm was intense and satisfying.

Her whole body relaxed, totally spent. She felt her knees buckle. He quickly rose from the floor, slid his arm around her and guided her to the sofa in Cami Halıları the family room. They both sat and she curled her body into his. Her breathing was still ragged and uneven. She closed her eyes as he gathered her near. In the shelter of his arms, fully satisfied, she rested.

Dessert

They finished supper. He leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply. She looked into his eyes and could see he was tired. The challenges of the day had taken a toll on him. He was mentally and physically drained.

“Why don’t you go catch the end of the game while I clean up in here?” she offered.

He nodded. “Are you sure? I thought I’d help.”

She rose, took his hand and led him into the family room. He settled himself in his recliner and reached for the remote. The game came on as he pushed back into a comfortable reclining position. She bent over him and began to slowly untie the laces of his shoes. She slipped them off his feet. She eased the socks off and gently massaged his tired, swollen feet. She heard him moan softly and looked up to see him smile. She reached for the afghan and gently covered him.

She kissed him softly. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Don’t go. Stay here with me.”

And so she did. Her hands could never stop touching him; especially when he was so close. She knelt at the side of the recliner and continued to massage his feet. Her hands moved with firm but gentle pressure, slowly loosening the knots of the day. From his feet she continued up his legs. She could feel the tense stiffness underneath the thick fabric of his jeans. Against the backdrop of the game, she kneaded his tired muscles; helping him relax

A few moments went by. Each of them lost in the feeling of the other. Suddenly he opened his eyes and began to concentrate on the game; or at least he tried. It was difficult. He was continually aware of her hands as they moved slowly and firmly across his body.

“Am I distracting you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he murmured, “but please don’t stop.”

He closed his eyes again and gave himself over to the feelings that she was awakening in him. He was constantly amazed at the strength of her desire for him. No games, no manipulation – just the pure joy and satisfaction of all that their bodies shared together.

He relaxed into the recliner and she could begin to feel the tension leaving his body. She leaned forward and began to slowly undo the buttons of this shirt. Her hands ran lightly over his chest. Each hand came from a different side and moved down his neck and across the broad expanse of his shoulders. She leaned closer and kissed his nipples. They responded and grew into tight little buds. She became aware of the warmth and hardness of his penis pressing against his jeans. Her hands continued to explore his chest but her mouth began to move toward his penis.

Suddenly, she stood over him. He opened his eyes expecting her to leave him to finish up in the kitchen, but instead, she reached down to unzip his jeans. Her mouth found his penis as it was released from his pants. This was not what he had expected and he was delighted to be surprised, yet again by her. Her mouth moved a silent dance of love as she licked and sucked and kissed his penis. He was motionless as she took his penis deep into her mouth. Time stood still and they were lost in the magic of their bodies together.

She moistened his penis and moved her hand up and down the length of the shaft as her tongue teased and delighted the tip. She was an experienced and responsive lover. She paid attention to the pace and the pressures that she knew he preferred. She knew when to vary them to guide him through the full range of emotions and feelings. He reached to the side, gripping the arms of the recliner to moderate his response to her. Her mouth continued to provide pleasure beyond belief. Her tongue massaged her penis. She gently licked and sucked his testicles. Her tongue moved over every part of his groin, alternating between ultra light feather soft barely there movements to strong and steady intense pressure.

She knew from experience that the extreme slippery wetness she created on his penis with her mouth, coupled with the titillating touch of her tongue on the tip of his penis, would bring him to the edge. She knew he preferred the rapid stroking of his penis until the moment right before his orgasm and then the deep penetration of the full length of his shaft as the semen ejaculated against the back of her throat. The intensity was peaking and she orchestrated the dance perfectly. Her knowledge of his body and his responses to her was a gift. She was intently focused on providing him with these moments of pure pleasure.

He concentrated solely on his body as she brought him to the edge. He could feel the orgasm building deep inside him. It was as if all the frustrations of the day poured out in shuddering tingling spasms as he came in the warm safe space of her mouth. In this moment it was all about him. It was so easy for him to allow himself to go over the edge and lose himself in his orgasm. She never let up. The pressure of her hand and her tongue on his penis was strong and steady. His orgasm was intense and satisfying.

His whole body relaxed, totally spent. His breathing was still ragged and uneven. He could not move and could barely speak. He whispered, “Come closer to me.” She moved toward him, and laid her head against his chest. He closed his eyes as his arms brought her near. Holding her in the shelter of his arms, with each of their bodies so fully satisfied, they rested.

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Chapter 10

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am, Ems,” Lauren says as she looks at her reflection in the car mirror and fixes some hair that has fallen out of her band. “I’m very serious.”

She looks over at me with a playful smile, which starts to turn more serious as her eyes rake down my body, settling on my still-bare tits.

“I think maybe you’ll need a shirt on to go back into the office,” she says as she leans into the backseat for my folded blouse.

“You’re the one who took it off me in the first place,” I say back.

“Are you mad about that, darling?”

Lauren reaches over to help me pull my blouse over my head and gives me a quick peck on the lips before attempting to smooth down my disheveled hair.

“You know I’m not,” I say as I look at my own reflection in the passenger seat mirror.

When Lauren texted me on Thursday to “grab lunch,” I had a feeling where things would lead. The truth is I hadn’t been able to concentrate that entire morning anyway. Images of the night before kept rolling around in my head, making work impossible.

So, when Lauren texted, I didn’t hesitate to leave the building and jump into her car. When she parked in a secluded lot near the office, we didn’t waste any time getting each other undressed.

But now it’s Friday and we’re back in her car. I know we should be more careful, but when I’m around Lauren, all logic flies out the window. I just hope people haven’t started to wonder why we both come back from lunch around the same time, smelling like each other’s perfume.

Today we didn’t even get a full hour. With the development team happy hour for Lauren happening later, and the strategy meeting we’re having with Jackie soon, we couldn’t take as much time as I would have liked.

Once I’m satisfied with my reflection and I’m sure that there’s no trace of having just been fucked, I look back over at Lauren who’s casually leaning against her steering wheel with a challenging look on her face.

“Why won’t you do it?” she asks.

“Because it’s a work event,” I say like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

“No,” she says in a light tone. “It’s a work party. Celebrating me, I might add. So, you should do what makes me happy.”

She leans over to my side of the car and brings her left hand up so she’s cupping my cheek. She then slowly brings the same hand down my face and lets it rest lightly on my throat.

Like the other night, she doesn’t squeeze, but just the feeling of it there causes my breath to catch and my still-wet undies to get even wetter.

“I promise nobody will know. But having you submit to me in public like that, will please me very, very much. Don’t you want to please your mistress?”

Her mouth is next to my ear as she speaks and she hasn’t removed her hand. I can feel my chest rising and falling rapidly with every word she speaks and if she put her hand back into my pants, it wouldn’t take long for me to come again.

I turn my head slightly so I can look into her eyes. Eyes that a minute before had gone back to their original green but are suddenly dark once again. And as I look at her face, I know that I’ll say yes. Because even if this is something I would have never done just a few weeks ago, pleasing Lauren now feels linked to my own pleasure.

“How does it work?” I ask in a quiet voice.

She moves her thumb and fingers over my neck in soft movements as she leans in and gives me a long, slow kiss. After a moment, she moves so she can reach and grab something from her glove compartment.

And there is no mistaking the object she pulls out for anything other than a sex toy. Not only is it bright pink, it looks exactly like a standard vibrator, with the addition of a rounded antenna on the end.

“You’re just driving around with that in your glove compartment?” I ask.

“No, silly girl. I bought it yesterday and put it in here today so I could give it to you,” she says as she hands me the vibrator.

“Pink?” I say as I turn it around in my hands.

“They didn’t have blue,” she replies before taking it from my hands. “You slide this part inside of you,” she says as she holds up the egg-shaped part on one side. “This part,” she says as she points to the antenna, “will rest against your clit.”

“How do you control it?” I ask.

“From an app on my phone.”

“You have an app on your phone for a remote vibrator?”

“Not yet. But once you agree to wear this, I’ll download it,” she says as she plays with the ends of my hair, something I’ve noticed she seems to enjoy.

“You mean you haven’t used this before?”

I don’t look at her as I ask the question and I know my forced casual tone sounds just that— forced. I hope the jealousy I feel at the thought of Lauren playing this game with someone else in Austin isn’t coming through.

“Ems, look at me,” she says quietly.

When I look up, her eyes are looking softly at me and she moves her hand down from my hair to hold my hand.

“I know this dynamic is new for you. But you should Cami Halısı also know that I’m generally a monogamous person. I’m not saying we’re there yet. But I’m also not sleeping around.”

I’m embarrassed she even had to say something. I’m not usually insecure about women, but I also feel lighter after hearing her words. The thought of Lauren touching another woman makes me irrationally anxious.

I look down at the vibrator in my hand again. I want to please Lauren and the thought of being at her mercy while in a bar is becoming increasingly sexy and erotic.

“Will anyone be able to hear it?” I ask, feeling too many things to address her comment on monogamy.

She gives me a long look but doesn’t push the topic.

“No, it’s practically silent. Especially in a bar.”

“Okay,” I say in a low voice.

“Yes?” she asks.

Adorable would never be the right word to describe Lauren’s facial expressions, but the hopeful look she’s giving me now makes her look youthful and I can’t help but smile at her and nod.

“I’d wait until the bar to put that in. I would assume walking with it is a bit uncomfortable,” she says.

“Yes, Miss Callahan,” I say in a low voice as I slip the vibrator into my work bag.

“You’ll send me a text confirming that you’re putting it in.”

“Yes, Miss Callahan.”

“And you won’t give any indication that it’s in. Not to anyone.”

“Yes, Miss Callahan.”

She leans into me again, puts her hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a deep kiss. She wastes no time sliding her tongue into my mouth and I’m instantly moaning into hers. But she only lets it last for a few seconds before she pulls her face away so our lips are inches from each other’s.

“Good girl. I’m very pleased. Now we need to get back. We have a meeting to get to.”

Lauren leans back to the driver’s side of the car, gives herself one last look in the mirror and pulls out of the parking space we were in.

Part of me can’t believe I’m two blocks away from my office building, agreeing to use a sex toy at a company event.

But this isn’t the first time I’ve done something out of character in the name of Miss Callahan and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

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“Michelle want to see us,” Jackie says as she pops her head into my office. “And then do you want to grab lunch?”

I turn my attention to my computer instead of make eye contact with Jackie. Lying to her about Lauren is starting to get to me, but I also can’t tell her I spent my lunch hour getting fucked by the woman in her car. Not to mention yesterday’s lunch hour.

“No, I ate already, but thanks. What does Michelle want?”

“Not sure. I ran into her in the kitchen and she asked if we could both come chat with her. I’m guessing it’s about Ellison.”

I move around my desk and to the door where Jackie is standing. As I move past her so we’re halfway into the hall outside my office, she puts a hand on my shoulder and it feels much more intimate than a normal gesture from Jackie.

“You look nice today,” she says as she looks down the length of my body. “It seems to be a new trend these days.”

She doesn’t move her hand and when I look up into her eyes, they don’t seem to hold their usual warmth. She’s also standing much closer than seems necessary or normal for us.

“That feels like an insult, Jack. Are you implying I normally look like shit?”

She instantly moves her hand off my shoulder and takes a step back so she’s fully in the hallway.

“Of course not. I was implying—”

“I know exactly what you were implying. And I’m over it,” I say, cutting her off before she can finish her sentence.

I look down the hall to make sure we’re alone. I don’t want to have this conversation at work and now we’re not even in the sanctity of my private office. I know as well as anyone that what happens in an Altitude hallway definitely doesn’t stay there.

“Enough jabs about Lauren. Whatever is going on between you and me, it has nothing to do with her.”

I stop talking as someone from the client services team rushes down the hallway giving us both a quick hello as he passes.

“Look, this isn’t the place for this. Let’s talk outside of work,” I say in a lowered voice.

I know I’m being a hypocrite considering the things I’ve gotten up to with Lauren in this very office and right outside of it, but I just can’t have an emotional fight with Jackie while we’re supposed to be talking to our boss.

“Tonight? After the happy hour?” she asks and I feel a sudden rush of guilt at the hopeful expression that’s on her face.

My mind also goes to Lauren. I assumed we’d spend the night together, but I also know that I need to talk to Jackie. I don’t want to lose my friendship and lately it feels like that’s been slipping away.

Maybe I can meet up with Lauren after that. Or maybe I’ll live if I take one night off of sex. I force myself to concentrate on the conversation at hand before thoughts of sex with Lauren Cami Halıları threaten to cause a blush that I don’t need Jackie seeing in this moment.

“Sure. We can grab a drink somewhere,” I say. “Come on, Michelle’s probably waiting.”

It’s not uncommon for Jackie and me to end up back at one of our apartments after work events to hang out and or watch a movie. But I suddenly feel uncomfortable at the thought of being alone with her. That probably shouldn’t happen until we have a conversation about whatever it is that’s going on between us. Getting a drink at a bar seems like a much safer bet.

Setting plans for later seems do the trick to thaw Jackie’s mood and by the time we get to Michelle’s office, she seems to be her old self again.

Guy is sitting inside Michelle’s office when we arrive so we wait outside until he’s done. Jackie leans against the wall across from her office.

“Did you know Michelle has a boat?” she asks me as we wait.

“Everyone in Seattle has a boat,” I reply.

“Yeah, but she named it Higher Altitude. If that isn’t drinking the company Kool-Aid, I don’t know what is.”

“She seriously named her boat that?”

“Yep. Think if I change the license plate on my car to Alti-Dude, I’d get a promotion?”

“No. But it might get you an invite on Higher Altitude,” I say back with a smile. It feels nice to be bantering with Jackie again.

“I’m sure Guy’s gotten an invite,” she says with a mischievous waggle of her eyebrows.

“For the last time, they’re not sleeping together. Guy’s gay.”

“Guy’s never said he’s gay. Look at them in there,” she subtly points to the window of Michelle’s office. “They’re probably discussing their next tryst on Higher Altitude.”

“First of all, I’m going to get you a thesaurus for the modern decade so you stop using words like tryst and floozy. Secondly, Guy came to the office dressed as a glitter bomb for Halloween. I’m pretty sure that was his coming out to us.”

“That’s homophobic, Ems,” Jackie says as she points her finger at me.

“To say that glitter is gay?”

At that moment, Michelle’s office door opens and Guy is walking out of it with his perfect suit looking as crisp as ever. Guy gives us both a big smile as he leaves and I’m glad he has no idea what we were just talking about.

Michelle is behind her desk in her huge corner office when we enter and we both automatically take the cushy chairs across from her.

Michelle has been with Altitude for more than 15 years. She’s definitely earned this office and I have a lot of respect for her in general. She’s been a great mentor to me over the past two years and my fast trajectory is partly due to the projects she’s given me.

I don’t know how old Michelle is, but she seems like she’s close to 50 and I can’t help but wonder if it bothers her that Lauren is now her boss. I don’t know how old Lauren is exactly, but I’m guessing she’s only a bit older than my own 35.

I can’t help but be impressed with how far Lauren has come at such a young age. I also know that right now is not the time to let my mind wander there. Any time I think about Lauren I have a tendency to blush uncontrollably.

“Thanks for the last-minute chat,” Michelle says with a warm smile on her face.

“No problem, what’s up?” I ask.

“First of all, I hope you’ll both be at the happy hour tonight to welcome Lauren. It’ll be important for you both to create a relationship with her. She may not be your direct manager, but she will be leading our practice for the whole west coast.”

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Jackie give me a quick look before turning her head back to Michelle. I’m utilizing every tactic I ever learned as a kid in community theater to just sit still and not fidget at Michelle’s words. Create a relationship with her. I’m pretty sure Michelle wouldn’t condone the ways I’ve done that so far.

“We’ll be there,” Jackie says and I’m thankful that she jumped in since I suddenly seem incapable of speech. “It’s at Bell Town Brew?”

“Yes, I’ve asked the team to gather there around 5. Should be a nice time,” she says and her tone doesn’t imply any resentment towards Lauren.

Maybe Michelle is like everyone else in the company and also thinks Lauren walks on water. Even if she is her new boss.

“Now, on to business,” Michelle continues. “Some details around the Ellison pitch have changed.”

“Well that’s never a good thing,” Jackie says, her words mirroring the feeling in my own stomach.

“No, it’s fine. But they want to be here for the pitch. Same timeline, but the Ellison team will be here in person for it. We won’t be going to Austin.”

My mind starts going in all kinds of different directions. We usually prefer it when a client decides to come to our office for the pitch—especially an office as impressive as Altitude. It’s good for them to see the culture they’re buying into.

But I’ve never heard of an out of state client traveling to the agency. It’s hard even getting local clients to agree to come here. They almost always expect us to go to them.

“Why?” is all I manage to ask.

“We don’t know. They didn’t tell us. But it seems their new CEO, Richard Ellison’s daughter, is fairly hands on. She probably wants to see how this office differs from our Austin office.”

Jackie looks over at me again and I’m sure she also picked up on Michelle’s reference to Olivia as “Richard Ellison’s daughter.” It seems we’re all going to just continue to pretend Olivia doesn’t have strong ties to one of our own.

I also can’t help but think back to my dinner with Lauren and what she said about Olivia needing to control things. Coming to Seattle to intimidate her ex-wife seems like just the thing someone like that would do. It’s not lost on me how defensive I feel towards Lauren in this moment. But Olivia Ellison has no reason to travel here just to hear our presentation.

“Are they going to the other agencies’ offices?” I ask.

“We don’t know for sure. But my contact over at Donnelly in San Francisco made it sound like they were still heading to Austin.”

“Who will be here besides Richard Ellison’s daughter?” Jackie asks, emphasizing the last part.

Michelle looks at Jackie for a beat before answering and I can’t tell if she picked up on her tone, but she moves past it.

“Olivia Ellison, her PR lead, three board members and possibly some other more junior people. We’ll get the official list sometime next week. Ultimately nothing about our process will change. But I wanted to give you both a heads-up since it may impact how we do things day-of. We can talk about it more next week.”

It’s clear the meeting is over so we both get up and head out of the office. I look at the time on my phone and see that we only have five minutes until our strategy session with Lauren and my stomach suddenly erupts in butterflies.

Being in a room with Lauren and Jackie alone for two hours isn’t my idea of a fun Friday afternoon.

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Maybe one day seeing Lauren won’t make my body instantly vibrate with the need to touch her, but today is not that day. Even after our “lunch” in her car, seeing her sit at the conference table in Anchor still makes my heart rate increase.

Lauren’s dress looks impeccable, as if it just came from a dry cleaner. There’s no sign at all that she just had sex in a car. Though I was the only one in the car who got truly undressed. Lauren’s dress slid up her legs easily, negating that necessity in our rushed timeframe.

As Jackie and I move into the room, I know I should offer a casual greeting, but my eyes are busy feasting on the bare, gorgeous legs I can see under the table. Apparently, Lauren didn’t get the memo that Fridays at the Seattle office are more casual, because she looks like she’s ready for a pitch in her tight, professional looking black dress.

I just saw the woman, just had her fingers deep inside me, and yet I can’t stop staring. Her hair is still up and right now she has on the same glasses I saw her in earlier this week. She’s the height of sophistication and sex and as we sit down, I finally force myself to tear my gaze away by fussing around with my laptop.

When I look back up, Lauren’s eyes are trained on me and I can’t do anything but stare back. I can feel whatever is growing between us getting stronger with every moment we have and hiding it is starting to become impossible.

“Olivia will be here in person for the pitch,” Jackie says, breaking the spell Lauren and I seem to be under.

If Lauren is annoyed by Jackie’s lack of a greeting, she doesn’t show it. She looks like her normal, confident self, sitting back in her chair with her legs crossed. She moves her eyes slowly from mine over to Jackie’s.

“The pitch isn’t in Austin?” she asks.

“Nope. She’ll be right here, in our office,” Jackie says and to me, her tone implies that she’s altogether too happy about the turn of events.

“Not just her,” I finally say. “The whole deciding team. Her internal PR lead, and a couple of key board members. We’ll have names by next week.”

“I see,” Lauren says. “We should probably stop talking about details. I don’t want you to betray the NDA.”

I’ve gotten to know the different facial expressions of Lauren to know she’s not happy with the information she was just given. Jackie probably can’t tell like I can, but the slight shadow that comes over her face at any mention of Olivia just got darker.

“The pitch team isn’t part of the NDA. I figured it was important information for the purposes of this meeting,” Jackie says back with the usual bite she has when speaking to Lauren.

“Michelle just told us,” I add and I feel like I’m forever trying to diffuse the tension between these two women.

“Even so, we have other things to discuss,” Lauren says.

She hands us both a document.

“I’ve outlined the major players at Ellison in this document. I’ve also emailed you both a link that includes the ongoing PR work we’ve done out of Austin for Ellison, as well as the specialized campaigns. Please review those and we can go over them in more detail next week. But for now, I want to focus on this,” Lauren says as she points down to the document she just handed us.

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Cherry, Cherry Pt. 01 https://axla.info/cherry-cherry-pt-01.html https://axla.info/cherry-cherry-pt-01.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://axla.info/cherry-cherry-pt-01.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This is a story of incest between parents and their son and daughter. Please bear with me as the story has a long introduction on how and what leads up to the incestuous relationships. I hope you enjoy the story… ************ Finally, […]

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This is a story of incest between parents and their son and daughter.

Please bear with me as the story has a long introduction on how and what leads up to the incestuous relationships.

I hope you enjoy the story…

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Finally, after one year, we were rescued and on our way home. Our stay on our own Gilligan’s island was over.

As we were taken on board the rescue ship, I looked back at the island that was our home for the last year and thought of all the things that we went through.

I managed to keep a journal of all that took place from the time we chartered the boat up until our rescue and our returning home.

My wife and I had been married for 25 years and we wanted to celebrate our anniversary with our children. I booked a month long vacation in Hawaii for the four of us.

Lisa, my wife is 45 years old and is 5’6″, 125, 36 – 26 -38, has brown hair and brown eyes. She works part time in a lawyer’s office. I call her my little nympho and she admits that she is.

Dan, my son is 19 years old, 5’10”, 175, short brown hair and hazel eyes. He is in his first year of college. He works out almost every day and from the outline of his cock in a bathing suit, he must be hung.

Out daughter, Toni, is 18, 5’6″, 115, blonde hair, blue eyes and is 38 – 26 – 36. She just graduated high school. I accidently saw her naked recently while she was showering and from what I saw, her pussy was smooth and her nipples big and inviting.

My name is John and I am 45 years old. I am 5’9″, 180, brown hair, blue eyes and I am a doctor and an experienced sailor.

Here is our story…

July 1, 2015

I chartered a boat out of the big island of Hawaii to tour the islands for two weeks. My wife, Lisa, my son Dan, my daughter Toni and myself were looking forward to an experience of a lifetime.

I had left our itinerary with my brother in case he had to reach us.

With all our stuff aboard, we departed at 7:00 a.m. and headed northwest to Ni’ihau, the forbidden island, our first and farthest stop at 326 miles from the big island.

I had booked a helicopter tour of the island as it is just one of a couple of ways to visit the island. This island is privately owned by the Robinson family.

We headed along the coastlines Cami Halısı for four days before we finally made port on the island.

During the trip, we all took turns at the helm and we got a lot of sun. My wife and daughter donned their bikini tops so they could get an even tan. They claimed we were family and it didn’t matter. They got no argument from Dan and me.

When we docked, we were greeted by a representative of the Robinson family. After we rested, ate and relaxed, we were taken to the helicopter for the tour.

The tour lasted over an hour and we saw all the wonders the island had to offer. We stayed overnight and headed to Kauai, the Garden Island, the next day.

July 5, 2015

We left Ni’ihau late in the morning and by early afternoon, we docked in Kauai. We planned on spending a few days here.

Kauai is about 63 miles north of Oahu and we planned on traveling south to the other islands on the way back to Hawaii.

We checked into the hotel and settled in. My wife and I had one room and the kids each had their own room. The four of us had a beautiful dinner and then we all took a walk on the beach.

After the walk, the kids went off on their own and my wife and I went to our room. We had some wine and Lisa slipped into the shower. In a few minutes, Lisa called out and asked me to join her. Needing no other incentive, I stripped and joined her.

I lathered up my beautiful wife and in no time, my hard cock was pressing up against her body. We kissed and, as the water cascaded over our bodies, Lisa knelt down and gave me the best blow job ever as I shot my cum down her throat.

We finished our shower and headed to bed where we fucked two more times that night.

The next two days were spent sight seeing and enjoying all the things the island had to offer.

July 9, 2015

We departed the island and headed south to Oahu. The trip should have taken a few hours but the weather kicked up and we ran into a terrible storm. I had a tough time keeping on course and we sent a Mayday, signaling our distress.

Throughout the rest of the day and into night, we battled the storm. Off in the distance I was able to make out a shoreline. However, the boat hit a reef and rocks and broke apart.

We managed to get some things Cami Halıları into a bag and into the dinghy and jumped in and headed to the shore. Before we reached the shore, the dinghy sunk and we swam for our lives.

By the time morning came, the four of us were on the beach, unhurt but lost.

We took stock of what we had in the bag and soon realized it wasn’t much. Our clothes were torn. In fact, Lisa and Toni lost their bikini tops and their bikini bottoms were torn. My bathing trunks were badly torn and my cock was almost hanging out. Dan’s bathing suit was also badly torn. Whatever we saved was just some bare necessities.

We didn’t know what island we were on or if there were any people. As I took a look around the island, I knew we were not on one of the regular islands.

We gathered together to come up with a game plan.

Over the course of the next few days Dan and I built a shelter. The women found water and we placed a “Help” sign made of stones on the beach. We were also able to start a camp fire.

We also put together a huge stack of firewood on the beach just in case we needed a big fire for people to see. Now, we just had to wait.

The days went by and there was no sign of a rescue. We didn’t see any planes or boats.

Our food supply was limited but we weren’t starving. However, we did have one big problem, our clothes or lack thereof.

One evening around the fire it happened. My cock popped out of my torn bathing suit. The family laughed and I was embarrassed.

As I tried covering up, Lisa got up and removed her torn bottom, then Toni did the same and finally Dan joined us. The four of us were naked on a deserted island. I could not believe how big my son’s cock was as it must have been 9″ long, soft.

It was the first time we all saw each other naked and we should have been embarrassed, but we weren’t.

Days went by and there was no sign of our being rescued soon. We were into our third week on the island.

One day, Lisa and I went off to the other side of the small island to be alone. We laid down on the sand and started to make out. My cock was rock hard and Lisa laid on her back. I mounted her and my cock slipped in her slit easily. After a few thrusts, I shot my load into my wife’s cunt. After we rested a bit, we headed back.

When we got back, Toni noticed my cum glistening on her mother’s thigh.

Toni then said, “hey, did you guys have sex?”

I looked at her and said, “yes, we did. Does that bother you?”

“Well, what about me and Dan? Are we supposed to just let you guys enjoy yourselves while we are stuck on this island?” Toni said.

We looked at her and I said to her, “Look, Toni, if you want to have sex with Dan, you can under these circumstances. We won’t stop you.”

Then Toni said, “Dan and I have been having sex. I want to fuck my dad.”

Lisa looked at me then Toni and said, “Toni, I understand, I really do. If your father is ok with his fucking you, it is ok with me. And, if Dan wants to fuck me, it will be ok too. We are all in this together.”

So, that night, while we were around the fire, we discussed our sexual needs and the discussion we had earlier with Toni.

After laying all the cards on the table, Dan was on board with everything and we all agreed to share each other for the time we were on the island.

The next morning, Dan and I built another shelter so that whoever was having sex wouldn’t be disturbed.

That first night, Dan asked his mom if he could have sex with her. Lisa looked at me and I gave her a nod of approval. She got up and walked with Dan to the other shelter.

Toni and I couldn’t see them but we heard them, especially Lisa who must have been having orgasms. She was gone over an hour before she came back as Dan went to sleep.

As she sat next to me and Toni, we could see Dan’s cum on her thighs.

Suddenly, Toni turned to me and kissed me. Her tongue found mine as we embraced. Lisa just watched her daughter making out with her husband.

My cock was hard and pressing up against my daughter’s naked body. She laid down and spread her legs, not caring that her mother was watching.

I mounted Toni and my cock quickly found her slit and I eased my cock into her wet cunt. I started fucking my daughter and soon she was meeting my thrusts. It didn’t take long before I told her I was going to cum. Finally, I shot my load deep into my daughter’s cunt. We held each other until my cock was drained.

I got off of her and she got up and went over to the other shelter where Dan was sleeping.

Lisa looked at me and asked if I enjoyed our daughter. I told her Toni was a great fuck, but she was much better. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Look for Part 2

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FUTA Pharmaceuticals Ch. 01 https://axla.info/futa-pharmaceuticals-ch-01.html https://axla.info/futa-pharmaceuticals-ch-01.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://axla.info/futa-pharmaceuticals-ch-01.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 A/N: This is my very first piece of creative writing, and certainly my first try writing anything erotic so please let me know how I did. I’m planning for this to be a multiple part story if there’s any interest. This first […]

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A/N: This is my very first piece of creative writing, and certainly my first try writing anything erotic so please let me know how I did. I’m planning for this to be a multiple part story if there’s any interest. This first part is just setup so it’s kind of slow, but there is a small scene at the end. If you guys want more, or have any criticism let me know! If some of you would like drawings of the characters so you have an idea of my personal vision let me know that as well! Thanks and enjoy.

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The drab beige and brown waiting room dominated the empty room. Save for me, there were empty plastic chairs that littered the room, and the only sounds came from the receptionist’s keyboard as she tapped away at it and the incessant ticking of the clock on the wall. I found myself glancing at the receptionist every now and then. From what I could see from behind her counter, she was very pretty. She was quite thin, had fair skin, shoulder-length chestnut colored hair that slightly curled at their ends, and black square glasses that covered blue eyes. Her name placard read “Emily”. I was actually waiting for Emily to call my name for a meeting I had scheduled the week before with FUTA Pharmaceuticals.

FUTA Pharma, by some miracle, had chosen me and a few others from all the students at my university to take part in a drug trial. Why is this a big deal? They were offering five thousand dollars a day upto two weeks, and I desperately needed the money to pay my student loans off. That’s not money that I can turn down no matter what they ask me to do. No one really knows why the hell they pay so much, but everyone that completes their trials come out just fine, so I figure it can’t be that bad.

Emily paused from her typing, and looked over to me. “Ms. Little, she’s ready for you. Just head behind me and through the white door at the end of hall.”

I gave her a small nod, straightened out my skirt and red hair and made my way to the white door. As I opened the door, I had to shield my eyes as a blinding white light poured over me. It took awhile to adjust to the harsh light, but the room was white everywhere. The walls, furniture, and even the woman sitting at the desk was just… white.

“Ms. Little, please take a seat” the woman motioned to the other seat across the table.

I took my seat, and took a chance to look at my interviewer. She wore a white pencil skirt, blazer, and button up shirt that had a few buttons undone at the top to reveal a little bit of cleavage. Her bleach white hair was cut straight and rested on her shoulders with bangs cut straight across her forehead. Piercing grey eyes sat behind almost comically large white-framed square glasses. If it wasn’t for her distracting ‘whiteness’, I would consider her to be pretty sexy.

“Ms. Little, my name is Kimberly Smith, but please call me Ms. Smith. I, and FUTA Pharmaceuticals, would like to thank you for accepting our invitation for a new drug trial. I am sure you aware, but for legalities and such, I must reiterate what this means for you. Should you accept the contract, you will be required to test a new drug. This means the drug will be administered in any way we see fit. You will be placed in a controlled test environment facility, and company staff will be able to perform tests and collect data concerning you at will. The tests cannot be interrupted for any reason to ensure your health and safety. To compensate for your troubles, you will be paid five thousand dollars a day for upto two weeks of participation. You may quit at any time as long as you are not being tested, and will be paid for the time you have stayed. Keep in mind, if you leave early, your memory of the experiments will wiped to ensure you do leak any confidential information. If you accept these terms please sign this document at the bottom and read our contract if you wish”

She slid a white tablet across the table to me. I quickly picked it up, and scrolled past the seemingly endless walls of text to the final ‘sign here’ line. I scribbled my signature with my finger and slid the tablet back to her. Ms. Smith picked up the tablet, looked it over, and looked at me. She slowly grinned from behind the tablet, and said, “Thank you for your participation, Ms. Little. Your trial will begin…now.” She tapped the tablet, and I was plunged into darkness as the floor beneath me opened.

I screamed for all of two or three seconds until something extremely soft and pliant broke Cami Halısı my fall. Once, again, my eyes strained as everything around me from pitch black to blinding white. I groaned, and before I could get my bearing again, a woman called out to me in a very commanding voice from the other end of the room.

“Little! Crawl towards me, and get up off your ass!”

“What? What the hell is…” I began as I tried to find the source of the voice.

“NOW!”

I was confused out of my mind, but I wasn’t going to test this woman’s patience anymore than I needed to. I soon found that a giant white pillow had broken my fall, which made standing pretty difficult. I crawled toward the woman, until I could stand up on solid ground again. I stood to face my new drill instructor friend. Despite her rude introduction, I had to admire how good this woman looked. She was about half a foot taller than me, which made her about 5′ 8″. The most striking thing though, was that her hair wasn’t white like everything else. Instead, her hair was the darkest black I had probably ever seen, and was cut in a bob with the same straight cut bangs as Ms.Smith. Absolutely every aspect of this woman was flawless. Smooth pale skin, obviously fit, and strikingly beautiful. She was wearing a nearly skin tight white jumpsuit with the front zipper unzipped a little bit to show off a little bit of her perky breasts. My admiration was cut a little short by her hounding another command.

“Stop staring at me, goddammit, and strip!”

“Wait hold-“

“STRIP!”

“What? Who the hell-” I tried to protest.

She sighed and snapped her fingers. In my confusion, I hadn’t noticed that she was flanked by two more women in white jumpsuits. Both of them looked almost exactly the same. White everything with slightly unzipped jumpsuits, slightly shorter than their leader, and the same tight bodies.The two guards unsheathed batons from their hip holsters, and took a step toward me. My mind began racing as my impending beat down loomed over me.

“I don’t want to repeat myself again, Little. Strip, or we will do it for you.” The leader declared in a firm tone.

“OK OK OK, just don’t hit me please, Jesus fuck!” I said hurriedly.

In a flash, all my clothes lay in a pile at my feet besides my underwear.

“Are you really this slow, Little?! EVERYTHING! OFF!”

Shakily, my hands undid my bra and lowered my panties to add to the pile of clothes on the floor.

With my hands tightly clenched into fists at my sides, I was suddenly very self-conscious of my waifish build. I was a short, thin girl, not particularly blessed in the curves department. My breasts would fill B cup bras on a good day, but I was actually pretty proud of my round butt. My orange-red hair was done in two braids that fell down to my waists. Somehow I hadn’t lost my glasses in the fall either. My green eyes slowly looked up to meet the gaze of my new friend.

“Finally, we’re getting shit done, Little! My name is Cait, but you will call me Master. Is that clear?”

“Yes” I squeaked.

“Goddammit, Little. Yes what?” Cait barked.

“Y- Yes, Master” a little more confidence in my voice.

“That’s more like it!”

She snapped her fingers again, and one of the guards brought forth some folded clothes in her hand. Cait grabbed the clothes, and dropped them at my feet.

“Get dressed.”

With all three women watching me dress, I did as I was commanded. When it was all said and done, I was wearing a similar skin-tight white jumpsuit as Cait was. Instead of combat boots, I wore modest canvas shoes with thin soles, and a nametag with my last name sewed onto the corner of my top instead of the golden pin that adorned Cait’s jumpsuit. Like Cait’s jumpsuit, mine would only cover a portion of my tits, so some cleavage would be showing. I was immediately starting to regret signing up for this, but I really needed the money.

“It’s about goddamn time, girl. Follow me.”

She turned around and passed through a sliding door that opened behind her. Reluctantly, I moved to follow her, and the two guards passed through after me. All four of us walked through what seemed like a maze of blinding white corridors and doors. A million thoughts raced through my head as we walked. What the hell did I get into? Where the hell are we going? What the fuck is going to happen to me? Finally, we stopped in front a white door. Above the door Cami Halıları was a digital display that read ‘Little’. I guess this is my room or something?

Cait produced a keycard from her belt, and slid it through a scanner. The door slid open from the center like something you would see in some sci-fi movie. Cait motioned me in. As I walked into the room, Cait followed me in, and dismissed the guards.

“Welcome to your new home for the next two weeks, Little. I hope you like it, because you’ll be here for the full duration.”

My eyes widened at what Cait had said,”What? I thought I could leave at any time?”

Cait simply huffed, and rolled her eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Little! Have fun on your first night here. I think you’ll like it.”

With that, she strode to the door, and glanced over her shoulder before disappearing behind the door closing. Everything only got more confusing the more time I spent here, but I finally got a moment to myself. My room had a simple twin sized bed tucked away in the corner, a toilet and sink in the other corner, and a small desk with a chair, and a TV above it by the foot of the bed. There weren’t any windows, and there was only one door. Just like everything else, everything was white. This wasn’t so bad I guess. It was basically a fancy jail cell, but for five grand a day, I could live with that.

Before long, a slot opened in the bottom of the door, and a tray was pushed through. The tray simply had two pills in a small plastic cup, a bottle water, and a piece of paper folded in half. I moved the tray to the small desk, and unfolded the paper first.

It was a note that read, “Instructions: Take both pills with water immediately.”

“That’s it huh? Well, might as well get this shit started.” I shrugged my shoulders as I popped both pills in my mouth and chased it down with a swig of water. “Alright… I guess now I wait? What the hell am I supposed to be testing any-” I felt a searing pain in my stomach, and hunched over as I clutched it with my right hand. I hobbled over to the bed and laid down as I curled into the fetal position. “Shit! What the fuckkk.” I shut my eyes tight as I tried to endure the pain, when I started to feel something strange in addition to the intense stomach cramps. An almost comforting warmth began spreading from my stomach and down to my crotch. The cramps stopped, but the warmth starting growing in intensity. “Ohhhh, hey that’s starting to feel pretty good” my voice trembled as I sat up on the bed with my elbows propped up behind me. I spread my legs and looked at my crotch. “Wait. What the hell is that?” I felt and saw a small bulge forming in my jumpsuit. I quickly tore off my jumpsuit, and sat naked on the bed. “What the FUCK?” Staring back at me wasn’t the pussy that I was expecting. A newly formed cock had blocked that sight. A loud buzzer quickly rang through the room, and an intercom turned on.

A female, slightly robotic voice spoke,”Prepare for test 1: Function. Please remain undressed and take a seat on the test chair.” The intercom turned off, and some floor tiles in the middle of the room slid away to reveal something like a dentist’s operating chair rising through. The TV above the desk turned on, and a message was displayed on it now:

“Comply within 30 seconds or you will be ejected from the program” The ’30’ part was counting down to 0. My mind was still completely fucked by the fact that I now had a dick, but I wasn’t about to give up now. I scrambled out of the bed and situated myself into the chair. As soon as I laid my hands on the armrests, restraints automatically locked me into the chair by my wrists and ankles and the TV turned green before turning a solid white again. I laid there trembling and sweating for all of five seconds before my room door opened again. A new face strode into the room followed by two more guards. At this point, I couldn’t even tell if these were the same guards or not.

The leader was another woman. She wore an unbuttoned lab coat, and a button up shirt underneath. Unsurprisingly, her shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a little bit of cleavage. Her long blonde hair was done in a ponytail, and bright blue eyes shone through glasses perched low on her nose. She stopped a couple feet short of my chair. “Ms. Little, or may I call you Annie?” She calmly asked. Her smile suggested this was a normal sight to her. A naked, petite, girl with a goddamn cock didn’t scare her in the slightest, and I wasn’t really sure if I should’ve been scared or relieved of that fact.

With a raised voice, I said “Uh, you can call me whatever the hell you want as long as you tell me what the hell is going on!” and glanced between my dick and her.

She took another step toward me. “I know it’s shocking, but please know this is completely expected. The drug is working as intended, and will be reversed when you leave. My name is Doctor Allison Werner, but you can call me Alli if you want. This first test I’m conducting right now is simple. I just want to know if your penis is fully functional!” Her cheery tone was doing wonders to calm me down.

“Fully functional? What do you mean, like pis- uh, I mean, urinating?”

Alli chuckled at my question, and returned, “Yes, but more importantly gain an erection and, if stimulated enough, ejaculate. We can do this one of two ways- I can inject some more drugs into you-” she reached into her lab coat and produced a small syringe, “or we can do it the old fashioned way!” With her other hand, she unbuttoned another three buttons of her shirt to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Before I could answer her, I felt my dick twitch. Previous to meeting all these perverts, I considered myself one hundred percent straight, but I couldn’t look away from those glorious round tits. They could easily fill a D cup if she had decided to wear a bra. Meanwhile, Allison averted her gaze to my dick.

She smiled and said, “That’s what I was thinking too, honey.” Her voice took on a lower, sexier tone, and it was absolutely melting me. She quickly snapped her fingers, and the two guards left the room so it was just me and the good doctor. My cock was at full mast at this point. She took a seat on a stool in between my feet, and slowly wrapped her hand around my pillar. I gasped as a sudden pulse of pleasure spread through my body. She held her hand there, unmoving, letting me adjust to the new sensation. “You like that, huh? Just wait, it’s going to get a lot better, but for now…” She trailed off before producing a small tape measure from her pocket. She unrolled some of it along my cock, before saying, “Ok, right around five and half inches long, and…” She readjusted the tape measure to wrap around me, “about five inches around. Not too bad for someone as petite as you, Annie. I will say-,” her tone got even sexier, “It looks absolutely delicious.” I groaned as I felt a wet warmth envelope my cockhead. She wrapped her lips around it, and slowly moved her head up and down, keeping only my head in her mouth. I could feel her tongue circle around it before she suddenly removed her hand around my base, and plunged her head down on my member and held it there for a couple seconds. She slowly bobbed her head up and down my length, and soon enough my entire shaft was covered in her saliva. Her tongue traced along the underside of my girlcock as she continued to gently service me for another minute or two before completely coming off. “Mmm, How does that feel, girl?” She said with half-lidded eyes.

My breath was ragged, but I managed to reply, “Oh my god, I think- I think I’m close. Please don’t stop.” I had to take a breath between every word.

She smiled again, and lowered her head back onto my cock. Every time her lips met the base of my cock, she let out a small gag. I could feel her tongue working my shaft as her lips went up and down. Soon enough I felt something tighten down there. A pressure started growing as Alli kept throatfucking herself on my cock.

“H- Hey Doc. I think I’m gonna come soon” I managed to get through clenched teeth.

Alli smiled around my cock and winked at me while my dick began to disappear into her mouth even faster until I couldn’t hold it anymore. I shut my eyes and let out a long groan as I felt short spurts come out my dick and down her throat. When I finished, my cock softened and slowly left the doctor’s lips.

“Mmm, thank you for that, Annie. I look forward to our next test.” She stood back up, redid the buttons on her shirt making sure to leave a little of cleavage out, and picked up a clipboard from beside my chair. I saw her write some things on the clipboard, and turned to leave. Before the door closed behind her, she glanced back over her shoulder and smiled at me. Soon after the door closed, the restraints came undone, and I was free to move again. I took a few deep breaths before getting back up and immediately lying down on the bed spread eagle. I laid there as a timer started on the TV. This time it was set for 12 hours. I was too exhausted and confused to really care so I drifted off to sleep.

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It was our anniversary so as a surprise, I left work early.

Julie, my wife of three years, not expecting me home until later, was still in the shower when I arrived. I made my way, as quietly as possible, through our bedroom to the master bath hoping to surprise my wife. As I opened the door the hinges creaked.

“Lisa?” my wife questioned from the shower.

“It’s me” I answered, “Why would it be Lisa?”

“She was going to drop off some ear rings she borrowed. You’re home early” Julie told me as she pulled back the shower curtain.

My wife never looked as beautiful as she did right then, standing in the shower soaking wet. I watched, entranced, as drops of water dripped from her shoulder length brunette hair down onto her two perfect tits and then rolled over her beautifully tanned stomach. I could already feel the swelling in my pants as I watched the drops of water work their way past my wife’s naval and towards the magic spot where, up to this point in our relationship, I had always found a triangle of short well groomed hair. Tonight though, Julie had pulled out all the stops, the beads of water flowed smoothly over my wife’s newly waxed box and collected between her two hairless lips.

“You’ve ruined my surprise” when Julie spoke I snapped back to reality.

“I’m sorry, I just… it looks fantastic,” I stuttered, unable to take my eyes off her glorious snatch.

Julie looked at me confused for a moment, and then followed my eyes to the place between her legs. “Oh, that,” she laughed, “that’s not your surprise, we’ll just call that a bonus.”

“I didn’t mean to mess up your plans. I just couldn’t sit at my desk and think about your beautiful body one more minute,” I explained as I pulled a towel off the rack and offered it to Julie.

“Fuck it,” she whispered, “I won’t make you wait another moment.”

Julie let the towel fall from my hand and grabbed my suit jacket with both hands. As she pulled her soaked naked body up against me I ran my hands through her hair, guiding her lips to mine. Our first kiss was gentle, but by the second she forced her tongue deep into my mouth.

She pulled her tongue out and bit my bottom lip as her hands pulled my jacket off. I took my hands from her hair and struggled to unbutton my shirt while she worked her fingers over the knot of my tie. I was only halfway down my shirt when Julie pulled my tie off and threw it behind her into the tub. She excitedly ripped my shirt the rest of the way open pulling so hard the buttons that didn’t slip through their holes broke off and fell to the floor.

My hands wandered down to her ass and I took two handfuls as I pulled her towards me and felt the warmth of her tits on my newly bared chest. Before I even knew what she was doing, Julie had dropped to her knees and had my pants and boxers at my ankles. I stepped out of them and she threw them with the rest of my soaked clothes in a pile on the floor. Still on her knees she grabbed my shaft and gently touched her lips to the end of it. With the other hand she firmly gripped my balls and pulled a little as she slowly slipped my cock into her mouth.

Julie grabbed my ass and pulled me toward her, shoving my cock deep down her throat. She guided my thrusting as I pulled myself almost completely out of her mouth only to thrust deeply back in. She rolled her tongue around my cock as I Cami Halısı thrust in and out of her mouth.

Just as the sensation was beginning to be too much for me to control she pulled my dick from her mouth and stood up. I pushed her up against a wall and kissed her neck working my way down to her tits.

My wife’s tits aren’t the largest, but what they lack in size they make up for in flawless skin and perfectly sized nipples.

I wrapped my hands around her glorious tits and flicked my tongue over her nipples. Julie let out a groan pushed her pussy against me. I quickly kneeled and slipped my tongue in her slit.

I could taste her wetness mixing with the water from the shower. As my tongue entered her, Julie’s whole body shuddered. She lifted one leg over my shoulder and leaned back against the wall as I kneaded her ass with my hands and worked her clit with my tongue. I had long since perfect my technique, so in no time I could feel the muscles of my wife’s pussy begin to pulse as she humped my face for all she was worth. Julie let out a cry and begged me not to stop.

When she had finished I pulled my tongue out and stood, intending to give her a moment to rest, but she didn’t want it. She grabbed me and pulled me towards her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted herself onto my cock. Another moan escaped her lips as my hard cock plunged into her. Her legs wrapped around my ass and I pushed her up against the wall for support. I pounded my wife’s pussy to the sound of her begging me “harder, harder.” Her nails dug into my back and plunged my cock as deep and as hard as I could go.

I was on the verge of cumming when she lifted herself off of my cock. I felt like I was about to explode as she turned away from me bent over. I knew what she wanted.

Julie grabbed the sink for support and I entered her from behind. She smiled at me in the mirror behind the sink and I watched her tits bounce as I fucked her from behind. After a few moments I once again felt the tell tale pulsing in my wife’s pussy and as she erupted in moans I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock exploded inside of her. Cum dripped from her as I slammed her from behind for as I long as I could.

When we were both finished cumming we collapsed to the ground exhausted. I kissed her neck gently as we lay on the cold tile and she ran her fingers over my chest.

The moment was cut short by the ringing of a doorbell.

“Shit,” I said, “Who could that be?”

Julie pulled herself onto her knees and whispered, “That would be the surprise I was talking about.” She kissed my lips and then I watched her as she, still wet and naked, rushed from the bathroom to answer the door.

I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out into our bedroom. Before I could find my robe, my wife returned, her best friend Lisa following right behind her.

“Happy Anniversary,” Lisa said with a smile as she started to get undressed.

“No let me do that,” said my wife, “but first.” She grabbed the towel from me and then pushed me to the bed. “You watch.”

I watched as Julie undressed Lisa, occasionally kissing her body as she worked. Lisa’s body was the opposite of Julie’s. Lisa’s breasts were at least D’s and her ass was much more than two handfuls and though she was full figured, she was perfectly proportioned and did not at all look fat.

When Cami Halıları Lisa was completely nude, Julie led her to the bed and laid her down next to me. My wife then climbed on top of her friend and kissed her mouth deeply. Julie worked her way down Lisa’s body flicking her tongue over Lisa’s breasts and when she reached Lisa’s unshaven box, she dove in. Lisa instantly arched her back with pleasure and I couldn’t stay an observer any longer. I slid my hands around Lisa’s breasts and played with her perfectly erect nipples. I kissed neck and then worked my mouth around her nipples. Lisa couldn’t stop moaning as my wife and I pleasure her body.

When Julie pulled her head up from her pussy, Lisa arched her back, begging for more. Julie smiled at me and rotated her body around so that Lisa and her could sixty-nine. I kissed the two women’s bodies while they pleasured each other and then snuck around behind my wife as she squirmed around on her friends face. With one quick push I forced my cock deep inside my wife. Julie moaned with pleasure. I took this as a sign I’d done good and I continued to fuck her dripping pussy as Lisa licked her clit from underneath. Soon the dual pleasure was too much and Julie came so hard she collapsed onto the bed next to her friend.

As my wife lay on the bed exhausted Lisa climbed on top of me. I looked at Julie and she nodded back at me so I plunged my cock into Lisa’s dripping cunt. I watched as Lisa rode me her D’s bouncing as I rammed her over and over again. It only took a few moments for Julie to catch her breath and then she climbed on my face and I ate her out as Lisa bounced up and down on my cock.

Before I could cum Julie pulled Lisa off of me and they resumed sixty-nining, this time Julie opted for the bottom. I positioned myself so I could fuck Lisa while my wife tongued her clit, but before I could slip it in Lisa’s pussy, Julie shoved three fingers in. My wife winked at me as she finger fucked her best friend and then with her other hand she spread Lisa’s ass cheeks and winked again.

My wife knew I had always wanted to try anal, but she was never comfortable with it. I took this as my chance. I stood up and positioned myself above Lisa’s puckered asshole. I waited just a moment until my wife’s fingers and tongue drove Lisa into a wild orgasm and then halfway through I shoved my hard cock deep inside her ass. I could feel her whole body shaking with orgasm as Lisa moaned with surprise. I pulled halfway out and shoved my dick deeper inside her ass. Lisa moaned as I filled her. My wife lifted her head and took my balls into her mouth as I fucked Lisa in the ass. I could hear that now not only was Lisa cumming, but Julie was as well. When I came I came hard and I filled Lisa to the brim with my cum.

All three of us collapsed in exhaustion, cum dripping from Lisa’s ass, and her face covered in my wife’s juices.

A knock at the door though, told me the fun wasn’t over yet.

“Anybody home?” yelled a male voice from the living room.

I looked at my wife, surprised. “We’re back here, Gary,” she yelled.

The next minute Gary, Lisa’s ex-husband, walked into the room. He instantly started to undress and only stopped to comment, “You started without me.”

This got a rise out of Lisa and she exclaimed, “You’re late, just like you always are.”

And then my wife chimed in, “Enough you two, let’s remember who’s anniversary this is.”

I looked to my wife for some kind of explanation and she continued, “You know we always talked about hooking up with another married couple… Well I couldn’t find one I thought we’d be comfortable with so we had to settle for a couple of divorcees.” With this she pushed Gary to the bed, got down on her hands and knees, and took his quickly hardening cock in her mouth.

Julie glanced over at me for approval. I guess she took the sight of my quickly hardening cock as a go ahead, because she turned and dived back on to Gary’s dick.

The sight of Julie sucking another man’s member got me hard in seconds, so I walked over to the bed and started caressing her ass. As soon as Julie felt my hands on her, she lifted her ass in the air and spread her legs, presenting her hairless pink pussy to me. I wasted no time in shoving my, now harder than ever, cock into my wife.

It took us a second to get our rhythm, but once we did, I was able to pound my wife doggy style as fast as I could while she bobbed her head up and down on Gary’s cock. Our threesome was made four when Lisa, not be left out, climbed onto Gary’s face. She sat facing me and I watched her play with her tits as she furiously rode Gary’s face.

Gary came quick, having not been fucking all afternoon like the rest of us, but as soon as he shot his massive load in Julie’s mouth I could feel her going over the edge. Her pussy clenched me hard and she released Gary’s cock so she could keep her balance as another earth shaking orgasm gripped her. I fucked my wife until she was done and then I let her collapse next to Gary on the bed.

As soon as Lisa saw my cock was free and still hard as steel, she abandoned Gary’s face, pushed me to the floor, and climbed on top. She leaned over me, urging me to suck her massive tits as I fucked her as hard as I could.

“Harder,” she pleaded.

I grabbed her ass and pulled myself deeper inside her. As I gripped her ass cheeks they pulled apart revealing her tight asshole, still dripping with my cum, to Gary. This he couldn’t resist. He let himself down on top of Lisa and without warning shoved his cock deep into her asshole. Lisa screamed with pleasure, motivating Gary and I to fuck her two holes even harder.

Now it was my turn to eat pussy. Julie came over and straddled my face and I flicked my tongue in and out of her as her juices ran down my face. Lisa lifted her head up so she could suck Julie’s tits as she rode my face. I fucked Lisa with my cock and Julie with my tongue for as long as I could hold on and then I felt myself slip into orgasm, shooting my load into the pussy of my wife’s best friend. This drove Lisa over the edge and soon she was moaning with another powerful orgasm. Julie increased the rigor with which she humped my face and soon she too was cumming. All the moaning sent Gary over the edge and he filled his ex-wife’s ass with yet another load of cum.

When we were all finished we collapsed to the floor sweating and breathing hard.

I lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling, not believing what just happened. Eventually Lisa got up and got dressed. Gary followed her. As they left I heard Gary say, “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

Lisa’s only reply was the slamming of the door.

When the house was empty I turned to my wife. She lay on the bed worn out and covered in cum, her pussy bright pink from fucking. “I think we missed our reservations,” I said.

“Happy anniversary,” she replied.

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My wife recently fulfilled another of her sexual fantasies. As a college lecturer of 35 with an amazing sexy figure and beautiful looks, it’s not surprising that she gets a great deal of attention from young guys who she lectures to. The confident ones tend to be quite suggestive and she admits to me that it sometimes stirs some hot fantasies in her mind.

Recently, at the end of the academic year, one of the guys who was not averse to flirting with her invited her to a party at his place afterwards. His name was Chris and he was 19 with fair hair and what looked like a good muscular body. She knew he played rugby. When he looked into her eyes she felt like he was undressing her there and then. “What drinks have you got in?” she asked teasingly.

“I can get whatever you like,” he smiled.

“If you get some champagne and nice music, it sounds like fun.”

So Chris gave her the address which turned out to be a terraced street not far from the college where she could walk to.

When she arrived she rang the doorbell, nervously double checking the house number. She could hear music inside and soon Chris answered the door, smiling. He invited her in and took her through to the living room. There was another guy from the same group called Adam in there. “Ill leave you with Adam while I get your drink,” Chris said.

The music was not modern like she expected and “You sexy thing” by Hot Chocolate was playing. she handed her suit jacket to Adam and he hung it up. Adam explained it was a shared house and there was one other guy called Matt and a couple of girls living there. Adam sat in a chair slowly drinking a bottle of beer and my wife on a 2 seater sofa opposite. Chris soon came back and handed her a glass of champagne.

Chris sat next to her and they started chatting. “Where are the other guests?” my wife asked.

“Matt will be here in a minute. He’s just having a shower.”

“Are any other girls coming?” she asked smiling coquettishly.

“Probably not.” They continued chatting and my wife was feeling a lot more relaxed after her second drink. The music still had a sexy vibe to it and she asked Chris to dance. He held her from behind and caressed her stomach sexily just how she likes as she made sexy moved gyrating her arse back onto him. She was amazed that he was already hard and sighing softly she rubbed herself back against him.

With that Matt came in and Chris introduced him. He was dark haired, slightly stockier than the other 2 but with a nice confident smile. Do you have any other music?” she asked.

Chris took her over to the music player and showed her a huge pile of CDs. She noticed next to them some board games. The one on top was entitled “Sexy party games for adults.”

“Do you play these with your girlfriend?” my wife asked. Chris replied but she didn’t hear a thing. All she was thinking about was Chris with his girlfriend, his hard cock sliding in and out of some lucky girl’s soaking pussy and his firm body anchoring them to the bed.

“Could I ask you for a dance too,” Matt asked, bringing her back out of her erotic thoughts. Chris put on some slower music and she put her hands around Matt’s neck and she felt his on her waist. Adam had joined them, more uninhibited now after the beer and as Matt’s hands moved lower down onto her bum, she felt Adam’s hands Bayan Escort Antep on her waist.

Soon she went back to a dance with Chris. His hands too moved down to her perfect peachy bum and he moved in to kiss her. She didn’t resist and they started snogging, his tongue probing at her mouth, she soon opened for him and his firm hot tongue snaked around in her mouth. Her hand moved down to his crotch as the other 2 guys danced and watched. He withdrew from her mouth and she whispered in his ear “Your cock’s so hard. Do you want to show me that game. It sounds fun.”

He took the box and opened it as she joined him on the settee. “This is a good game to start with.” It was spin the bottle. “Every time the bottle points at you, you have to remove an article of clothing.”

“Oh, yes. Let’s play,” she gasped only thinking about seeing Chris naked and not really about 3 young guys leering over her naked body. They sat down on the floor in a circle and my wife span first. It pointed at Chris. He removed his shirt and she stared at his firm, well toned torso, wishing she could stroke it. Next, it pointed at my beautiful wife. She started to feel horny, wondering what to take off first but got up and pulled off her sexy black trousers which had clung tantalizingly to her perfect shapely arse. She was getting wet now. only a couple of hours ago she’d been lecturing to these sexy guys and now she was sat in her knickers with them leering at her and she knew there was no way back and soon she’d be completely naked in front of them.

She was getting desperate to see Chris’s hard cock and her spin went just pas him and back to herself. She sat with her knees up in the air. Adam was opposite her and his eyes on her white panties desperately trying to see more. She unbuttoned her white blouse and pulled it off, letting her gorgeous long brown hair fall down her back. This time it was Matt and he stood up and took his jeans off. My wife saw the bulge in his tight silver boxer shorts and he sat down again. Now Chris and he teased her by just taking his socks off. “Oh, that’s not fair,” my wife gasped in her sexy Russian accent. But he spun it back to himself and she watched fixedly as his jeans came off. He wore really tight white briefs and his cock looked massive in them. “Oh, my God,” she couldn’t help letting out.

Adam got the next 2 and his socks and trousers came off and although he was slighter than the other 2 she thought his cock actually might have been the biggest. Then Matt took his shirt off to reveal a nice, firm, hairy torso.

Then it went back to Chris. He looked into my wife’s eyes as he slid his boxer shorts off and his big hard cock sprung out. My wife desperately wanted it. “Oh Chris, I want your cock so much.” But he said it would be against the rules ad she’d have to be patient.

Next Adam, but instead of removing his shirt, he pulled his boxer shorts off, to reveal 8 or 9 inches of beautiful stiff cock.

Matt got his socks off and there wasn’t much left to come off now. Then Adam was naked and my wife was breathing heavily now. Now my wife. “Could someone help me take my bra off,” she beckoned to Chris and he knelt behind her, his erection rubbing against her back. He unclipped her bra and pulled it off as she reached behind her and took Chris’s cock in her hand and started wanking him and his hands were all over her breasts, caressing and kneading them. He laid her on her back and started kissing her as she stroked his cock and his hands fondled her lovely 32D breasts.

She felt hands in the side of her knickers. She didn’t care whose now and lifted her bum so Adam could pull them off. She lifted her knees and spread her legs giving the guys their first sight of my wife’s beautiful pussy that they’d been fantasizing about all year.

She felt Adam’s hand in her thick brown mound and then his tongue with no pre-amble so good on her swollen, juicy cunt lips. She took Chris’s cock in her mouth, enveloping his bulbous glans and the top of his hard, veiny shaft with her soft moist lips.

The harder Adam’s tongue lapped at her pussy lips and engorged clit, the harder she sucked Chris’s cock. Matt had removed his boxer shorts and stroked his cock as he knelt down beside her soft tanned body and started stroking her breasts. Adam slipped 2 fingers inside her and started fucking her with them, her soaking fanny squelching appreciatively on them. She noticed Matt’s cock too and took it in her other hand and in throes of passion started wanking him hard.

She took Chris’s cock out of her mouth and pulled his head down to kiss him again as Adam’s tongue now pushed into her sweet, succulent Russian pussy. “Fuck me darling, I need your hard cock inside me.”

Adam moved aside as he saw what was happening and Chris moved between my wife’s gorgeous thighs and she stroked his firm, muscly young body as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and she felt his throbbing and hot glans rubbing against her gaping cunt lips before he thrust inside her, making her gasp deeply and moan heavily. He held her hands onto the floor and she felt his hard chest crush her soft breasts and then his hairy balls caressing the area between her pussy and arsehole as his whole length pushed deep into her belly.

For a 19 year old, he made love to her skilfully, fucking her with long deep passionate thrusts and then gradually shagging her harder and faster as she wanted it. He now supported himself with his hands and her hands were wrapped around his neck, her mouth open, moaning noisily as his fucking became relentless. She started to tense up, her soft lovely fanny lips lamping on hi hard cock as she came hard and noisily. “Go on darling, yes, keep fucking me hard. I love your cock darling,” she kept talking filthily to him and soon she felt him exploding in her pussy, the thick, creamy spunk splattering the wet, creamy walls of her vagina. She kissed him hard before he pulled out.

Adam and Matt were sat wanking on the settee and chair, not believing the sex they’d witnessed. My wife went over to Matt, kneeling between his legs, she stroked his hairy chest and thighs. “Oh yes, I love your hairy body,” she gasped as she let his hard cock rub against her tits. Adam’s hands were all over her sensational arse as she took Matt’s cock in her mouth and sucked him hard. “You can fuck me if you want Adam,” she said, looking round at his long hard cock.

My wife is just amazing in the doggy position, her curves and tanned body displayed to the full. Adam moved between her thighs. Chris’s spunk glistened as it dribbled out of her cunt, down her thighs. Adam had never seen anything so amazing. He slid his cock straight up my wife’s pussy and holding her waist started fucking her. She gasped hard as his length pushed deeper even than Chris had been and as Adam pumped into her, she wanked Matt hard licking his hairy thigh.

After only a minute or so, Adam gasped and she felt him shooting his seed deep inside her. She wanked Matt so hard that he came all over her lovely 32Dbreasts, showering them with his thick spunk. She milked him right off before sucking his glans.

Chris invited them upstairs as the girls would soon be home and they went up to his room, taking the game with them. There were countless cards to pick, each one with a position from the Kama Sutra. My wife would pick the guys names out to find out who would be fucking her each time.

Chris was pretty much hard again now but my wife gave him a blow job until he was really hard again. She sat on the edge of the bed sucking his cock as she wanked the other 2.

Chris would go first. My wife picked the card, She had to lay on her back, making sure her arse was lined up with the edge of the bed and her feet pointing up to the ceiling. Chris stood at the edge of the bed and guided his cock back into her wet gaping fanny. They would fuck in each position for a couple of minutes but she wished Chris would fuck her like that all night.

Matt was next and he was hard as a rock again after watching his mate shagging her. Matt had to stand against the wall and he lifted my wife up, she wrapped her legs around him and his cock slipped into her pussy. They kissed as he thrust into her and she was soon gasping deeply, “fuck me, oh fuck me,” she repeated. She thought she was gonna cum again as it was so long since she’d been fucked in this position. She was right on the edge again when Matt lifted her off his rampant cock.

Adam’s turn now. It was another standing position. Adam held her waist as she leant forward and he held her knee up as he fucked her from behind. This time with Adam’s 9 inch stiff cock, she did cum noisily

The next card she drew, Chris had to lick her out from behind so she got on all fours on the bed and enjoyed as Chris’s tongue pleasured both her well fucked cunt and her tight sweaty little arsehole.

Next was reverse cowgirl with Matt. He laid on his back and she sat astride him guiding his cock back into her pussy and she rode him hard, her breasts wobbling around as she supported herself with her hands and he fondled her breasts. She could tell he was getting close to cumming but she pulled off before he could cum in her twat.

Next Chris laid on his side and my wife laid on her side facing him with her legs wrapped around him. As he fucked her, she caressed his arse and this time she felt him cumming hard in her pussy.

The next card was a mutual masturbation with Adam. He sat on the edge of the bed and my wife sat astride his thigh giving him access to her wet, hairy pussy. They kissed as he stroked her pussy lips with his fingers and my wife wanked him.

Matt now. My wife laid on her stomach and he laid on top of her and his cock back in her soaking fanny, shagging hard soon filling her with another load of semen.

Now just Adam’s spunk to get. A standing 69er. She wrapped her legs around his neck and soon his tongue was all over her sweet fanny again as she sucked Adam’s cock. This time they both came, Adam’s cock pumping his spunk down her throat.

Needless to say, we were soon buying one of those games.

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It’s the middle of August and already my son of a bitch husband has started his annual pilgrimage to his “man cave” to watch football. It doesn’t matter if it’s college or the pros Barry just can’t get enough.

From now until the middle of January I’ll be a football widow and he’ll forget that I even exist.

Pre season means Thursday night games of the local pro talent. The pig skin addict’s chance to see if the top draft choices actually are worth the millions their being paid.

After a quick supper Barry announced he was going downstairs to catch a game. “Oh of course.” I said adding. “See you in January.”

Barry looked over his shoulder with a disgusting grin on his lips. I think he actually enjoyed doing this every fall.

I flipped him off just before he disappeared down the basement stairs to his man cave.

“Fuck him.” I thought. “I’ll just go spend some of his hard earned money.”

I went upstairs to our bedroom and changed into a tight pair of jeans and an even tighter white tank top. I ran a brush through my short auburn hair and slipped into a pair of sneakers. Perfect for an evening of shopping at the Strawberry Square Mall.

Barry’s law degree and junior partnership at Yost, Yost and Burns allows me to enjoy almost anything I like and what I like most is shopping.

I put the top down on my silver SLK55 AMG and sped off to the mall without saying good bye to Mr. Pig Skin.

Strawberry Square is a short drive and in no time I was pulling into a space at one end of the mall.

As I approached the entrance a couple of college boys strolled by and checked me out. I was happy to realize that at thirty five I could still attract the attention of a couple twenty year olds.

But then again I do work out regularly and since Barry decided he wanted his trophy wife to have, as he put it, “slightly bigger tits” my tank tops reveal enough to attract anyone with a cock between his legs.

First stop Monica’s Boutique.

“PEG!” Monica nearly screamed as I rounded the corner of her display window and entered her shop.

“Hi Monica whats new?” I asked.

Monica smiles all the time but her smile widened as she approached me.

“Peg I don’t think I’ve seen you all summer. Where ya been darlin?” Monica asked.

My golden tan should have told her but I answered. “Spent eight weeks down the shore this summer.”

Monica shook her finger at me and warned. “That sun is gonna give you wrinkles if your not careful Peg.”

“Maybe but I still love relaxing on the beach and letting my skin bake.” I admitted knowing Monica was completely correct in her warning.

“So Escort Bayan Gaziantep darlin what brings you to the mall on a Thursday night?” Monica asked.

“Football.” was my one word reply.

Monica grinned and said. “Oh yes another glorious football season. My business always picks up when the gridiron action begins.”

“So show me whats new Monica.” I asked.

“Right this way Peg.” Monica answered waving me past and deeper into her cute little boutique.

For the next forty five minutes I tried on everything from business suits for women to sexy lingerie and dropped a couple hundred of Barry’s hard earned dollars.

“Well Monica I suppose I’ve spent enough can I stop by later to pick up my packages. I wanna see whats hot at Muhollands Shoe Store and I hate carrying all these bags.” I asked.

“Sure Peg I’m here til closing tonight.” Monica replied.

“Thanks hun I’ll see you around nine.” I said.

As I window shopped my way to the other end of the mall where Muhollands was I noticed those two college types still lurking around and checking me out.

Feeling rather brazen and knowing it was going to be a long football season I walked up to them and said. “Are you two following me?”

One turned bright red but the other kept his cool and replied. “And what if we were. You’re certainly a very hot looking MILF.”

I had never heard the term MILF and not wanting to back down to this guy I asked. “And just exactly what is a MILF?”

He grinned and instantly answered. “MILF stands for mother I’d like to fuck.”

“Shouldn’t that be MILTF then?” I asked.

He looked confused until his youthful mind figured it out.

“No matter.” He said. “I’d still love to throw a quickie into you.”

“Not a snowballs chance in hell buddy.” I quickly replied before turning and leaving the two of them trying to figure where they went wrong.

Muhollands was empty and I made short order to another buck fifty of Barry’s cash and headed back to Monica’s with a new pair of stiletto heels and another pair of high heeled boots.

“Monica you’re never going to believe this but some college kid and his friend called me a MILF earlier.” I said as I returned to Monica’s Boutique.

Monica grinned and said. “And what’s your point Peg. You are a MILF.”

“Maybe so but he was so obnoxious about how he said he wanted to throw a quickie into me.” I told Monica.

Monica grinned and said. “Peg being a MILF is a good thing. Think about it. If someone young enough to consider you a mother still wants to get you in the sack you must still be looking pretty good.

“So what should I have done Monica?” I asked.

Without hesitation Monica replied. “Ya should have brought both of them back here and we could have had some fun in the back room.”

“Oh my God Monica you have to be kidding!” I exclaimed.

Monica looked at me with a serious look on her face. She said. “Darlin your hubby is home staring at a football game. What are your chances of getting any from him tonight?”

“Slim and none.” I replied.

“Exactly.” Monica said then added. “So you had a chance to go home satisfied and gave up the chance. Now you’ll just have to be happy with making yourself happy later.”

Monica was right. Even if I walked into Barry’s man cave wearing nothing but my new stilettos I’d be lucky if I could get him to let me suck his cock while he continued watching the damn football game.

“Next time two young studs call you a MILF darlin you grab them by the balls and drag them back here and we’ll share some hot young cock.” Monica suggested.

“We’ll see Monica.” I said as I grabbed by bags and headed for the exit.

It had cooled off some by the time I left the mall and as I walked across the parking lot my nipples reacted to the cool night air and became twin nubs pressing at the fabric of my tank top. In the back of my mind I wished those two young studs would be waiting outside for me. I know if they had been my hard nipples would have encouraged them to give me another shot. And after my talk with Monica I very well may have given in to their desires.

They were no where to be found and as I drove out of the nearly empty lot I thought. “It’s a long season I’m gonna have to keep my eyes open for those two and see if Monica was right.

The garage door closed quietly behind me and I gathered up my purchases and walked into the kitchen. Barry had his head stuffed in the frig looking for something.

“What is it half time?” I said with a disgusted tone of voice.

He straightened up holding a beer and said. “End of the third. Gotta go.” Then turned and disappeared downstairs.

I stood there in the kitchen thinking. “He’s an idiot. I’m standing here with my nipples nearly tearing the material of my tank top. If he’d have just asked I would have followed him downstairs and fucked him silly.”

“Fuck you Barry.” I whispered so only I could hear.

I headed to the bed room alone and rather horny. Once there I stripped naked and after brushing my hair slipped under the cool white cotton sheets of our bed.

As I lay there stewing over my son of a bitch husbands ignorance my mind returned to the mall and those two boys who had tried to pick me up.

My delicate fingers moved to my breasts and began softly massaging the warm creamy flesh. My nipples returned to the erect state they had been in earlier.

I imagined how much different my night would have been had I given him more than a snowballs chance in hell and been more receptive to his comment about throwing a quickie into me.

My fingers slid down from my breasts toward the cleanly shaven mount of soft flesh above my pussy. I imagined his young hand sliding there and beyond.

I dipped my finger between the outer lips and found the moist warm folds of my pussy. With closed eyes I fantasized his middle finger slipping between those lips and finding an erect clitoris.

My own finger found that nub of pleasure and began circling the hard bulb at the center.

In my minds eye I reached for his erection and slowly began rubbing the length of hard cock shaft with soft delicate fingers.

I slipped a second finger between my swelling pussy lips to join the first at my hard clit.

As I became more and more intoxicated with the motion of my own fingers my mind raced with the idea of holding his throbbing cock naked in my hand.

The heat of youthful cock. The rock hardness of his cock shaft pressing against my palm. The soft flaring flesh of his sensitive corona as my fingers sensually slid over it time and time again.

My fingers slipped down and deep into the wet searing heat of my completely alive pussy. Involuntarily my hips began moving against my fingers.

I could almost feel him as he positioned his body over mine. His strong hands pressing my thighs apart spreading me open to accept his blood engorged cock.

A third finger joined the first two and my hips began to move faster and faster as I fingered my soaking wet twitching pussy closer and closer to orgasm.

My fantasy continued. His taut cock head touched my pussy lips and I spread my self wider in anticipation of his first lustful plunge inside.

And then he was inside. In one mighty youthful thrust his rock hard cock was buried to the hilt. Throbbing pulsing twitching inside my searing hot soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck me!” I whispered imagining my youthful lover was there to hear my plea.

My fingers in a blaze of erotic motion brought me to an incredible climax. My pussy flooded with fuck juices. Spear after incredible spear of pleasure shot from my loins up into my brain where I imagined my wonderful college boy fucking me until he filled me his boiling thick salty tasting cum.

As my orgasm subsided I slid my fingers to my mouth and licked the sweet juices from them. It was going to be a long football season. As I fell asleep I almost couldn’t wait until the next game.

To Be Continued….

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Mike had just arrived in town for a business trip and finally settled into his hotel room for the night at 7 pm. Mike turned on the hockey game and sat on the couch in his suite and cracked an ice cold beer from the twelve pack beside him. Right at that moment there was a knock at the door which Mike found odd as he was not expecting any guests and no one knew he was in town.

Mike assumed it was just room service checking to make sure everything was satisfactory in his room. Mike flung the door open quickly to dismiss the room attendant with the intention of returning quickly to the hockey game and his beer.

As Mike opened the door he seen a gorgeous blond standing just outside his door. She was 5’5″ tall with a slender toned frame, long curly blond hair, blue eyes and gorgeous French manicured hands. Mike looked the blond up and down noting her to be wearing a tight mid thigh level dress, a hint of black thigh high nylons could be seen between her black dress and her tall knee high bitch boots.

Mike simply looked at her shocked and explained to the blond that his room was satisfactory and he didn’t need anything else. Mike grabbed the door to swing it shut as the gorgeous blonds face quickly flipped from happy and smiling to a slight hint of rage.

The blond stepped forward with one swift motion grabbing Mike’s testicle right through his pants and squeezing just hard enough for him to buckle at the knees and drop down. The blond aggressively reprimanded Mike instructing him that you kneel for Queen Lucy when she appears at your door.

Mike knelt there in shock with the pain shooting up from his testicles to his abdomen as Queen Lucy grabbed his hat off of his head and put it on her own head backwards. Queen Lucy released Mike’s testicles and swiftly grabbed the hair at the top of his head walking into the room toward the couch Mike had been sitting on as she towed him along behind her. Mike was confused, shocked and still in pain as he simply crawled behind being led deeper into the suite like an obedient puppy in tow.

Queen Lucy arrived at the couch and sat down drinking Mike’s beer while he knelt there on all fours still in shock. Queen Lucy opened a second beer as Antep Escort Bayan she slowly unzipped her knee high leather bitch boots and removed them revealing her black nylon clad feet. Queen Lucy placed her first foot in Mike’s hand and ordered him to massage her foot while the second foot she planted firmly on his face. Mike could feel the wet foot sweat on his face as she rubbed her foot on his face finally coming to rest with the base of her toes right at his nostrils as he inhaled her scent while he massaged her other foot.

Mike just knelt there obediently massaging and smelling Queen Lucy’s sweaty Nylon feet only stopping for the brief moment that it took for him to take his clothes off when he was ordered by his Queen. Mike continued massaging and smelling as for the next 20 minutes as Queen Lucy would rotate her feet back and forth. The entire time Queen Lucy continued to degrade Mike calling him her little bitch and drinking his beer.

Finally Queen Lucy stood up removing her tight dress revealing her gorgeous body dressed in black lingerie, garter belt and thigh highs. Mike was fully invested into making Queen Lucy happy at all costs now as he was completely under her control.

Queen Lucy again led Mike over to the bed by the hair on the top of his head as he crawled behind. Queen Lucy laid Mike onto the bed on his back and he lay there staring up at the ceiling awaiting his instructions. Queen Lucy then explained to Mike that this would be quick as she had somewhere else to be. Mike acknowledged that he understood without hesitation. Queen Lucy then asked Mike if he was willing to serve her as her dumpster.

Mike was confused and had no idea what this meant but immediately answered that he would be whatever his Queen wanted him to be. Queen Lucy appeared pleased with his answer and instructed Mike to open wide.

Right then Queen Lucy removed her gorgeous throbbing hard 10 inch cock from her panties and inserted it aggressively into her obedient slaves mouth and began thrusting harder and harder. Queen Lucy cooed with pleasure as she throat fucked Mike with no care for his comfort or feelings. Queen Lucy mocked and berated Mike repeatedly laughing at him and calling him her personal cum dumpster. Mike simply lay there receiving the humiliation from his Queen without hesitation.

Finally Queen Lucy pulled her sexy cock from Mike throat as her cum exploded out flowing into her cum dumpsters open mouth. Queen Lucy instructed Mike not to swallow as she stroked her cock pumping the last few drops of think white cum into her dumpsters open mouth as he obediently lay there complying with every demand.

Queen Lucy lay her softening cock across her cum dumpsters closed eyes as a demonstration of her dominance as she laughed at her slave below stroking his cock aggressively behind her. Queen Lucy ordered her dumpster to gargle her cum while she stroked his cock harder and harder to which he complied. Right as Mike was about to explode himself Queen Lucy ordered him to swallow her load and cum at the same time. Her dumpster complied without hesitation as he lay there with her soft cock laying on his eyes. Mike’s cock erupted all over his legs and stomach as Queen Lucy laughed and with pleasure in her voice told him he was a good cum dumpster.

Queen Lucy stood up and walked over to the couch finishing her fifth beer. At this moment Mike’s mind was flooded with regret, humiliation and anger. Mike was furious with himself for allowing himself to be so humiliated and dominated by Queen Lucy.

At that moment Queen Lucy told Mike she needed to leave and that he needed to crawl to her and thank her for her donation. Mike still embarrassed and angry stood up and walked over to Queen Lucy prepared to put her in her place.

Queen Lucy quickly snapped at Mike shouting that he is to kneel to her, kiss the tip of her cock and thank her for his rightful place as her cum dumpster. Mike felt his knees go weak but hesitated for a minute still intending on taking control of the situation. But to no avail Queen Lucy’s power over him was to strong as he knelt down, kissed the tip of her soft cock and thanked her for dumping her cum into his mouth.

Queen Lucy was now upset with Mike’s initial signs of resistance and instructed him to tilt his head back and open his mouth. Again with a display of dominance Queen Lucy lowered her nuts into Mike’s open mouth and lay her soft cock on his face to show him his rightful place. Queen Lucy instructed Mike on how disappointed she was in her slave and that he needed to be punished for his act of rebellion. Mike still sucking on Queen Lucy’s nuts muffled to his Queen indicating he understood.

Queen Lucy then out of the blue with satisfaction in her voice complained that Mike’s beers were going right through her as she laughed.

Queen Lucy removed her nuts from Mike’s mouth grabbed his hair and towed him into the bathroom of the hotel room. There Queen Lucy instructed Mike to kneel before her with his head back and mouth open. Mike complied as he did not wish to upset his Queen again.

Queen Lucy laughed and mocked Mike telling him he was a good boy. She then flopped her soft cock into her mouth and explained that Mike’s act of resistance lowered his status with her. Queen Lucy declared Mike was no longer her cum dumpster and that he was now demoted to her personal urinal.

Right then Queen Lucy began to piss into Mike’s open mouth only pinching off the flow when his mouth was full and she ordered him to swallow. The Queen’s personal urinal complied gulping down her warm piss and opening up for round two.

Queen Lucy mocked and laughed as she repeated this process three more times ensuring every last drop of piss was caught and gulped down by her urinal’s open mouth. The last mouthful again the Queen ordered him to hold it in his mouth, gargle it and savor it while she lay he soft cock on his face expressing her dominance over her.

The Queen finally ordered her urinal to swallow the last gulp and assist his Queen dressing and leaving the hotel room.

The Queen walked to the door of the hotel room and stepped out into the hallway turning around looking at her slave on all fours infront of her like an obedient dog. The Queen told her urinal she was leaving now and that he should thank her again and kiss her goodbye. Mike Crawled into the hallway, thanking his Queen for both of her donations and kissed each of her boots.

Queen Lucy smiled with pleasure, laughed and told Mike now he was getting it as she spun on her heel and strutted off down the hallway The Queen shouted to Mike that she would be back another day for another deposit as she rounded the corner out of sight.

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I’m not sure when she came inside. I just got here myself; I’m standing by the curtains to the dressing room waiting for the other girl to finish her pole dance. From here I can see everyone, starting at the bar then to the small circular tables in front of the stage then to the red velvet cushioned seats along the far wall.

That’s where I spot her, having entered the club and sat down in the time it takes for me to glance down at my phone and fire off a text message to Cheryl.

It’s not uncommon to see women in this club but it is rare to see them alone. We’re a busy, downtown Philly club so most of our traffic consists of businessmen and yuppies and construction workers. Women usually come late, with their boyfriends, or in groups during bachelorette parties visiting as a gag.

But as I take the stage I see this woman is lethally serious. Under the silver-gray fog of cigarette smoke I can make out her bright emerald eyes. She’s got long black hair, dressed in all black, juxtaposed with porcelain skin and lips the color of murder.

As I start my routine and the dollar bills start hitting the stage, I see that it’s difficult to tell where the woman ends and the shadows start, as if she’s bled out of that darkened corner. A shadow queen.

One of my coworkers sits beside her hunting for tips but the Shadow Queen’s green eyes are on me as I work the pole. I try to not to stare back and wait until I turn my back to the crowd, my gaze settling on the mirror behind the stage, and I see her, ignoring my coworker, her moonlight-pale face blazing red as she lights a cigarette.

My song ends and that’s my cue to start working the room. Since we’re a small, busy club, the owner prefers we stick to the script; exit the stage, work the bar, then make your way around the room.

Tonight, I decide to break protocol. I have no choice, not after the green-eyed sorceress beckons to me with a slight, almost imperceptible nod. I shift my eyes briefly to the girl next to her, implying that it’s bad form to step on another girl’s toes. The Queen understands this and waves off my coworker.

She gets more beautiful the closer I get, emanating a dark radiance, an ageless perfection. As I sit down next to her, I think that she could only exist in dark places. I try to imagine her on a beach, bikini-clad, and cannot.

She lights another cigarette and sips a cocktail and doesn’t look my way. I try to judge her age. She’s got at least fifteen years on me, perhaps early-to-mid forties, but her age only shows in her posture, her gaze. Her milk-white skin is unblemished.

“I’m Isabella,” I say as I scoot my chair closer to hers. “What’s your name?”

The Shadow Queen exhales and plumes of smoke snake up from her nostrils. “Your coworker told me there are rooms here where anything goes.”

I stutter as I try to answer. The woman’s right, of course. Normal lap dances are thirty. VIP rooms run at a hundred and twenty-five bucks. But the big rooms, the back rooms, those were different. Back there you got, as they say, what you paid for.

I stay away from those rooms and customers who inquire about them. Not that I judge the girls who go back there, far from it; I tried it once and found it depressing. The men who ask for that aren’t necessarily creepy, but they tend to have an air of desperation about them.

The Queen finally looks at me and she laughs, though her red lips remain taught. “You’re one of the clean ones.”

I shrug. “Those back rooms aren’t really my style.”

“How much to change your mind?”

Before I can answer, she reaches over and runs her fingers down my cheek, the way you might touch a new car in a showroom. I see that her nails are painted black as well. I break out in goosebumps the moment she touches me.

“I, um…”

“Maybe we can work it out once we’re back there,” the woman says. She promptly stands up, gathers her drink, and turns her stern eyes toward me. “Well? Let’s go.”

And so, I follow her.

#

The back room we take is reserved, ‘officially’, for bed dances, it even says so on a big neon sign. A nice cover-your-ass strategy on the owner’s part if the vice squad ever comes in to investigate.

It’s got a queen-sized bed with silk sheets, changed as needed, and a plush leather sofa on the opposite side of the room with an oak table before it. I follow the woman, slightly nervously, inside.

She’s tall, confident. She takes a long look around the room and lights another cigarette. She almost looks like a businesswoman in her attire; coat, knee-length skirt beneath, high boots, all black.

When she looks back at me, suddenly, with those shimmering, cutting eyes, I jump a little. I laugh to mask my nervousness but she doesn’t even smirk.

“Sit,” she says.

I instinctively head toward the bed.

“On the couch,” she says with a touch of impatience.

And so, I sit. Suddenly I’m embarrassed to have tried her patience. I’m embarrassed of my one-piece fishnet outfit, my neon Escort Bayan Gaziantep pink heels, my tattoos, my plain brown hair. I’m even embarrassed that she is unequivocally smarter than me.

I wrap my arms around my midsection, afraid to look her in the eyes, yet aching to gaze upon her beauty.

She sits next to me, crosses on leg over the other, and sips her cocktail while she stares at me.

“My name’s Isabella,” I blurt out stupidly.

The Shadow Queen says nothing. When I raise my eyes to hers, I half-expect a black halo, outlined white, to suddenly glow over her head, that I’d fall into her pulsing green eyes, into her depths.

“Shall we start?” the Shadow Queen asks.

I get up on two wobbly legs, nearly stumbling, and gyrate toward her.

“Stop,” she says.

I do.

She dwells in a long, pitiless silence then pats her lap. “Sit on my lap, Isabella.”

I sit on her thighs and she puts a hand on my back, I feel her flesh on mine through the fishnet and I quiver at her cold, delicate touch.

“You’re very beautiful,” I say.

She says nothing but then she sets her cocktail down, her eyes boring into me, her red lips parting slightly, and I’m mesmerized by a glimpse of her soft pink tongue beyond. The Shadow Queen exhales sharply as she walks her fingers up my belly, eyes closed, as if she were touching the softest silk for the very first time.

She massages my lower back, fingers creeping farther down with each motion, until she cups my ass cheek. Her other hand moves toward my breasts, but she’s in no hurry, and I feel the warmth of her breath on my chest as she pulls me closer.

My chest rises and falls quickly. I run my fingers through her infinitely dark hair, surprised that she lets me, and I lick my lips as I stare at her mouth, and finally her eyes open and she looks into my eyes.

I can’t help it, I move to kiss her, but she grabs a handful of my hair and jerks me back then shakes her head.

But I like the way I feel as she holds me there, and I nod, breathing heavier as I watch her free hand move toward my left nipple. She circles my areola with a black-tipped fingernail with a quiet patience, biting her bottom lip as my nipple stiffens, before she cups my breast in her hand and puts her soft red mouth on it.

She holds me firm as I moan. She sucks me, flicks her tongue, then kissed my chest, up to my neck, while her hand drifts down. I’m vaguely aware that I’m digging my fingers into her thigh but she doesn’t seem to mind. She only kisses me, sucks at the flesh of my neck, and if she suddenly sprung fangs and tore into my throat, I don’t think I’d pull away.

When her hand arrives between my thighs, she finds me more than ready for her. She makes one slow circle around my clitoris before slipping her forefinger inside me.

In the distant lands in the back of my mind, I know that this is breaking the one rule Cheryl and I have regarding my line of work, but in the clutches of the Shadow Queen, such things seem meaningless.

She takes her finger out and stares into my eyes. She raises that finger to her mouth, closes her lips around it, and sucks off my dew. Then she palms the back of my head and pulls me in for a long kiss. Her mouth is sweet. I taste myself on her. Our tongues come together briefly and, as we part, she sucks gently on my bottom lip.

Then she pushes me off her lap, back onto the cushion, and stands up. She drains her cocktail. “Alright then,” she says.

Shocked back into reality, I sit there, stunned. “We still have twenty minutes,” I say, almost begging her to stay.

She glares at me, as if I questioned her intelligence. Of course she knows how much time she has left. She’s simply done with me.

Even so, the Shadow Queen produces a small flip phone and hands it to me. “I’ll call you.”

A rush of excitement, a fluttering in my chest. “You will?”

“My number isn’t programmed in there yet,” she says. “But even so, when I do call, never call me back.”

I nod and clutch the phone to my chest.

“Alright then,” she repeats and heads to the door. She pauses before leaving, digs into her coat pocket, and pulls out a big roll of money.

She tosses it to me before she leaves. I hadn’t thought to ask her for any money. When I count it, I see that it’s more than double what I normally made on a night like this.

Yet the money doesn’t concern me as much as the phone. I check it often for the rest of the night, praying to hear from my Queen.

#

I hide both the phone and the money in the trunk of my car before I go home. Cheryl is still awake, as always; she works from home and makes her own hours so she makes an effort to stay up late on the weekends.

Cheryl’s a few years older than me but I already share her aversion to clubs and bars. We prefer a quiet Friday night on the couch, curled up in PJs and sipping wine and eating late-night takeout. And we’ve been together long enough to comfortably sit in silence.

Yet, she knows my silence is different.

She comments that I seem distant. Just a little tired, I assure her.

But I can’t stop thinking about my Shadow Queen. My fearsome woman in black, the one who devours souls. I’ve concluded that she must be an artist of some sort. She’s got that air about her, ethereal and almost haunting. A writer? Painter? Poet?

Cheryl asks if I’m even listening. Of course I am, I assure her, just a little tired.

Before we end up in a fight, I kiss her. Some wine sloshes over the rim of her glass as she puts it on the coffee table. Cheryl takes me by the hips, kisses my neck, but before she can lay me down I stop her.

I want to try something different, I tell her, and I slide onto her lap. As I guide her hand to my sex, I close my eyes and imagine black halos, red lips, and a warm darkness.

#

A few days later, I’m pushing a shopping cart down the cereal aisle at Whole Foods when the phone rings. I instinctively check my normal cell phone first, but I nearly faint with excitement when I realize it’s not the right ringtone.

I scramble to answer. “Hello?”

“We’re going to have dinner tonight,” the Shadow Queen says.

“I have work at seven,” I respond.

She sighs sharply, as if she’s trying to explain a simple concept to a stupid child. “Then tell them you aren’t coming in,” she says.

“Okay,” I say.

“I’ll text you the details,” she says. “Wear a short dress.”

She hangs up before I can reply.

#

We meet at Del Frisco’s, downtown. She’s already inside when I get there. A pretty hostess leads me to the rear end of the establishment where the Shadow Queen sits, wine glass in hand, at booth table lit by dim candlelight.

She regards me with her chilly green eyes as her red lips tighten into a thin, judgmental line as she looks over my tight beige dress. It wasn’t easy getting dressed. Cheryl thought I was going to work and, well, this wasn’t exactly strip club attire; I had to get changed in a gas station bathroom stall.

But the Queen doesn’t know this nor would she care. I wait until she raises her eyebrow, just by a hair, before I sit.

“Very nice,” the woman says.

“Thank you,” I say, near a whisper. Even that terse compliment turns my face red, raises my pulse, makes me squirm.

I consider how to compliment her, as she is stunning. Her dark radiance is on display once more, although now draped white; an elegant, angelic dress flows down from her shoulders. It makes her red lips deeper, her black hair a darker shade of midnight.

“This place is nice,” I say, referring to the high vaulted ceilings, marble walls, an opulence punctuated with a handsome, low-voiced money crowd. I look around the table for a menu just as our waitress arrives with a bottle of Cabernet.

She pours the Queen a fresh glass and another for me before departing.

“I already ordered for you,” the Queen says.

A long silence follows, broken only by the chitchat of nearby tables, the clanking of utensils and glasses, an occasional metallic whine of a knife cutting through meat then down to the porcelain plate.

These sounds remind me of Cheryl. She was washing the dishes as I left. Before I walked out the door, she whistled to me. I went to her. She told me she loved me and kissed me on the cheek.

Guilt and shame wash over me but the Queen senses this and she folds her hands on the table. I see now that she wears a wedding band.

I smile, as if our mutual betrayals cancel each other out.

“Tell me about yourself,” the Queen says.

I’m intimidated initially, giving out these tiny morsels from an unimpressive life. She asks why I started dancing. I explain that I never felt compatible with a 9-to-5 life.

“I mean, I know I can’t dance forever,” I tell her. “But I make good money. I have freedom and I like that. I can travel and take time off whenever I want because if one club fires me, I can always find another,” then I stop because I feel as though I’m blabbing.

Yet the Shadow Queen leans in, intently, and tells me to go on.

And this makes me feel beautiful. Her attention is just as electric as her touch. Again, I think of Cheryl. We’ve been together for over five years. We don’t pay attention to each other, not like this, and haven’t for some time.

“Just so you know,” I tell her. “This isn’t what I do. You know. I’m not…you know.”

She sips her wine, studies me. “You’re not an escort.”

I shake my head.

“That’s one of the reasons why I picked you,” the Shadow Queen says. “Because you’re not. Then again, you’re here.”

I nod. “Yes.”

“I’m not a woman who pays for sex,” she says. She cocks an eyebrow and the candlelight hits her eye and I think that no one has ever been so beautiful. “Then again, I’m here.”

We eat and we drink half the bottle when the Queen pauses, looks at the crowded dining room, and slips her arm around my waist. “Come closer,” she says.

And so, I do.

I’m right up against her trim body, inhaling her intoxicating aroma, I even feel her long black hair brush against my ear.

“Spread your legs for me, Isabella,” she says.

Her free hand creeps over my thigh, between my thighs, and I tremble as she closes in. Waitresses come and go, dinner parties file past us. They’re all oblivious to the devious curiosity of her fingers under the table, how they pull my panties aside, how her black fingernail teases me until my clitoris swells.

I squeeze her thigh in return, harder than I mean to, but I don’t want to cry out, though I’m very close. She pulls me closer and I shift my thigh up and over her leg, giving her more room to explore.

Across the room, a wealthy couple in their sixties happens to look our way. From their vantage point, they can perfectly see the spectacle under our table. I lean back against the Shadow Queen, breathing heavily, and sneer at the couple as she fucks me with her hand.

They turn away, shaking their heads, but stop short of making a complaint. I consider how many wandering eyes might stumble upon us but this only makes me writhe under her touch, makes my heart pound harder, as she teases me toward climax.

She strokes me, slips in me, spreads me and smears my nectar. Her breath is warm on my neck. Her other hand, firm on my hip.

I shudder, hit the table, and knock over my wine glass when I come. A bead of sweat runs from my hairline, over my cheek, then down my neck. A busboy rushes over to clean up the mess while the waitress appears with a new glass and fills it for me.

I chug the red wine down as my heart rate returns to normal, and I look at the Shadow Queen and laugh, but she just cuts into her steak, spears a chunk, and chews it thoughtfully.

“We’ll go to my hotel room when we’re finished,” she says.

#

She’s got a room at the Ritz Carlton. We go to her room. There’s more wine and an impressive view of the city but I can’t take my eyes off the Queen. Her movement is fluid yet strong. She pours herself a glass, smokes, and stares out at the glittering skyline.

I come up behind her, as if in a trance, and put my arms around her. I kiss the back of her neck.

“Will you stay the night?” she asks.

In her reflection in the window I catch, very briefly, a quick shift in her lips, a momentary flutter in her eyes. I realize that she’s worried I might say no.

“I’d love to stay,” I answer instead. I look back at my purse. My phone’s inside. “I just have to…”

She kisses my forehead. “Take your time,” she says then walks into the next room.

After easing my nerves with another glass of wine, I concoct a lie and text it to Cheryl. Gonna be a late night, I write. Big bachelor party coming in.

I shut my phone off before Cheryl can reply. She’s used to me not answering during work hours—it’s hard to keep your cell phone on your person while in a fishnet one-piece—but I feel safer leaving it off. As if she might suspect something otherwise.

But covering my tracks and shaking off my guilt are secondary to my growing hunger, as I remember my Queen, and I look toward the bed and dream about what we’ll do there.

She emerges in a red nightgown and I quickly squirm out of my dress, drop it to the floor, and crawl after her onto the bed.

Yet she stops me when I attempt to kiss her. She holds my face in her hands, as if she’s framing a photo, and I catch a trace of a smile on her lips. The Shadow Queen instead pulls me close, lays my head on her chest, and strokes my hair.

I’m suddenly warm and tired and comfortable. My eyelids grow heavy.

I sleep.

#

And when I wake up, she’s gone. A thick envelope sits on the night table next to me, yet I care less about the money inside and more about the note written on it. I’ll be in touch, it says.

Then I turn on my cell phone. I’m greeted by several angry messages from Cheryl, though I pay them little mind. Instead, I lay in that bed staring at her handwriting. I press the letters to my chest.

Cheryl isn’t there when I get home. This bothers me less than it should. My thoughts are with the Queen. I can’t shake her, nor am I sure that I want to. My heart feels both heavy and overwhelmed, as if it might burst. It’s the way I felt when I first met Cheryl. A way I haven’t felt in a long time.

Eventually Cheryl comes home and we fight. It’s not my first all-nighter, I tell her. She says I’ve been distant. I ask, what the fuck do you want from me? We eat dinner in silence and she goes to bed early.

I sleep on the couch and dream about the Queen. It’s a fitful sleep; I wake up a bunch, feeling strangely and acutely guilty but alive. I’m not a cheater, I tell myself.

Then again, whenever I close my eyes, she’s there. And I’m too proud to lie to myself, to say that I even wanted money for that dinner, for the climax she gave me. I didn’t want a thing but her and now, in the dark silence as I lay on the couch, I want to be in her arms again. Not fucking, not kissing, but just to lay there as we did in that hotel room.

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Mina and Adara Ch. 02 https://axla.info/mina-and-adara-ch-02.html https://axla.info/mina-and-adara-ch-02.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://axla.info/mina-and-adara-ch-02.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Adara pranced down the hallway, a satisfied smirk plastered onto her face. Complimenting her uniform were a maroon fedora and fingerless gloves, and black lace-up boots. At an hour before curfew, there weren’t many other students outside of their dorms, but Adara […]

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Adara pranced down the hallway, a satisfied smirk plastered onto her face. Complimenting her uniform were a maroon fedora and fingerless gloves, and black lace-up boots. At an hour before curfew, there weren’t many other students outside of their dorms, but Adara knew. She was going to be there.

Slipping into the library, Adara made her way to the very back. She was there, just like Adara knew she would be. She hadn’t even bothered to look up from whatever textbook she was studying, probably assuming the clicking of Adara’s heels were being made by the librarian. ‘Think again, little one,’ she admonished in her mind.

Continuing towards her, Adara circled around to the back of the table, pretending to get a book from the shelf behind her. Still, she did not look up. Her hair was pinned up, her sleeves were rolled up past her elbows, and her collar was flipped up. Adara thought she looked cute.

Still Escort Bayan Antep engrossed with her work, the other girl failed to notice Adara’s presence behind her until she felt a hand on her shoulder and a whisper in her ear. “Miss me?”

She jumped. “N-no,” she stuttered. Adara chuckled. This girl was a liar and Adara was going to prove it.

“Oh really?” Adara pouted. “I’m hurt, my dear.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sorry that you’re hurt, but I really must get back to my studying. I have a calc test tomorrow and it’s almost curfew, so I really don’t have much time left.” She turned back to her book.

“Really?” Adara crooned. “You know, I took calc last year. I could help you study.”

“No thanks,” she replied without looking up from her book.

“No?” Adara pouted. “Are you sure? Ok.” She stalked away, towards the front of the library. Once she was there, she stopped and removed her boots, then crept back towards the other girl. Her nose was still buried in the math book, and now she had placed it upright. Adara was completely blocked from her view.

Getting on her hands and knees, Adara crawled underneath the table, seating herself between the girl’s slightly parted legs. She waited, waited, and waited some more for her opportunity to strike. After five minutes, possibly ten, the girl shifted, which opened her legs further. Adara jumped between them, clamping her arms around the girl’s knees to keep her legs open. She struggled, but Adara was older and stronger.

Adara buried her face in between the girls’ thighs, teasing her with her breath. The girl was quivering, which just turned Adara on even more. Slowly, Adara took her left hand off of the girl’s leg and ran it up and down the crotch of the girl’s underwear, almost lovingly. Her quivering had stopped, and she’d resigned herself to what was about to come. Adara smirked. She knew the girl had wanted this all along.

With that knowledge, she thought it was safe to take her other hand off of the girl’s knee and run it up her thigh. Adara heard a sigh come from above her. She peeled the girl’s underwear to one side and, just like before, slid a single finger into the girl, pumping it once, twice, and then pulling it back out. This time she heard a disappointed whimper.

Adara laughed to herself. Not wanting to disappoint any longer, she buried her face between the girl’s thighs and took one long, slow lick. The girl hissed and jumped away, but a hand found its way into Adara’s hair just as Adara pulled away again.

“Please,” she said, “No more. Please. Either you do it, or leave me alone, but stop teasing me.”

Adara sat back, stunned. She hadn’t expected that. After a contemplative minute, she heard the girl talk again.

“You know what? Come out from under there. I think… I want… Let’s do this the right way, maybe?”

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