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“Trust me, you’ll love it! I use mine all the time,” Tina said, reassuring her friend Grace who was currently staring shocked at the gift she’d been given. As the hustle and bustle of the coffee shop they were sat in continued around her the busty, pink haired beauty looked at the box in her hand like it was a live hand-grenade. The image of a large vibrator plastered on the front with the promises of ‘new heights of pleasure’ surrounding it held her attention as her friend kept talking.

“Tina, I’ve never used one of these…” Grace grimaced, wondering how she’d even use it. Her friend Tina was a normal woman, but Grace was a futanari! Would it even work with her pussy?

“So? There’s a first time for everything! I know you’ve been a little lonely lately, so I thought it’d take the edge off, you know?” Grace pondered the gift for a moment as Tina kept going. “It even uses those fancy new batteries, so it never needs to be charged! It could keep going for hundreds of years without stopping, apparently.” Grace pouted, then sighed in defeat. Tina was a very persuasive woman.

“Fine, I guess I can give it a go. Thank you.”

~

Evening rolled around and Grace flopped onto the bed in her apartment, lying on her back and staring mindlessly at the ceiling. After spending her Friday doing monotonous work stuck behind her office desk, she was exhausted and felt like she needed to unwind. She sat up and looked over at her computer, her mind drifting to thoughts of hopping on some online game and relaxing that way, but her eyes fell from the PC to her bag on the floor.

Poking out from the unzipped backpack was the box Tina had given her, tempting her thoughts to more perverted ones. “Maybe I should give it a go…” she thought out loud as she stood and walked over to the little gift, pulling it out and unboxing the small, matte pink device. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Grace pulled off her little frilly skirt and her lacy blue underwear and flicked them off her leg into her laundry bin, before switching on the little pink sex toy and holding her average-sized dick in hand. She cocked her head as she reached behind her balls to find her pussy, and held the buzzing device against her clit…

Sparkles. Fireworks. Explosions.

The sheer pleasure of masturbating with a toy for the first time made Grace’s knees wobble as she fell back onto the bed, sitting on the toy as it kept vibrating against her. “Oh, wow!” She squealed as she felt an orgasm begin to work its way out of her loins. She curled her toes and started to squeeze one of her breasts as her climax arrived suddenly, making her pussy clench and her cock shoot a couple of ropes of jizz across her carpet.

Grace fell back onto her bed and shivered in post-nut bliss, leaving the toy under her ass as she relaxed. After a couple of minutes her eyes rolled and she casually reached down to her crotch to find her cock still rock hard. Weird. She sat up and looked at the rod and could’ve sworn it was slightly bigger than what she was used to. “Have I had a growth spurt? I’m 22, I should’ve stopped ages ago!” She thought, holding her throbbing member and smirking a little. “Maybe I should enjoy the new size…”

Grace quickly pulled the vibrator out from under her ass and rubbed it around the crown of her cock, inhaling sharply as the sensation zapped down the length. She stroked the base of her fuckstick with one hand as the other handled the toy, until another orgasm came crashing through her. This time it seemed like much more cum was being made in her expanding nuts, and the ropes that joined the stuff on the floor were much bigger and heavier. “Holy shit…” Grace whispered as her climax ended, looking at the mess on her carpet.

Immediately she jumped back to it, stroking her still erect dick and playing with the toy. She jerked off and masturbated all night long until eventually the sun started to rise, gleaming through her window. By now the carpet was sodden with her emissions, as were her bed sheets, but the most startling change was her body. Little did Grace realise, but after every orgasm her body was getting bigger: curvier, taller, with bigger boobs, a bigger ass, a bigger cock and balls… She had barely noticed in her horny fervour overnight, the changes disguised by the darkness and her lust, but now as the sun illuminated the room she saw herself properly.

Where once her cock was only 5 or so inches long, it now reached down to her shins with the girth to match, and her balls had swollen up to the size of grapefruits, resting heavily on the soft surface of her bed. Along with the increase in size, her breasts had ballooned out to basketball casino siteleri territory, and her bubble-butt seemed to match! “Holy shit!” Grace exclaimed as she stood to examine herself properly, but as she did she bumped her head against the light above her.

“Ow!” She squeaked as she rubbed her bruised head, looking up at the ceiling to find it was much closer than usual. “Have I grown taller too? What the hell…?” Wandering over to the mirror, Grace drank in her new physique with confusion before grinning at her new lewd proportions, and as she looked over her dimensions she spied the still-buzzing toy on the bed behind her. “I’ve got to get more of this!” She exclaimed as she leapt at the vibrator, with the look in her eyes of a true addict. Taking it in her hand, she planted her now massive ass onto the edge of the bed and held the toy against her balls to give her cock a call to action, bringing it skyward as it inflated.

“Hmm, let’s give this a try…” she murmured as she gripped her cockhead with one hand and slowly teased her cumslit with the sex toy, sliding the smooth matte surface into the precum-lubed hole. Her toes curled and her cock flexed aggressively in response to the intruder, and she moaned deeply at her new method of obscene masturbation. As her new addiction spiralled, something clicked in her mind. She needed more.

Without skipping a beat, Grace stood from the bed, leaving the vibrator in her cock, and walked shakily to her computer. She immediately opened her web browser and navigate her way to the biggest e-commerce site she could think of and typed in her new favourite keywords:

Sex Toys.

~

2 days later

~

The stench of cum saturated the air in Grace’s room as she looked around at the spunk coating the floor and walls. She sat in a daze, looking at her body and its oversized proportions with awe. Her cock was now almost 5 feet long, resting on the floor between her feet and dripping with cum, and her balls looked like two overfilled yoga balls between her legs. Along with her junk, her ass now looked like a beanbag under her legs and her boobs matched her testicles in size, sitting perky on her chest.

Her phone buzzed with a text from one of her co-workers asking where she was, and Grace grimaced. “Fuck, I need to go to work! I guess I may have gone a little overboard,” she thought, looking over at her wardrobe filled with clothes that had no hope of fitting her anymore. Her mind raced with worries and thoughts, but the ticking of the clock urged her to hurry up. Her boss would crucify her if she was late again!

Grace got up and banged her head on the ceiling for the umpteenth time that weekend, still not being used to her new height, and checked around for some suitable clothes. It wasn’t an easy task; aside from her ‘slightly-larger-than-usual’ chest, Grace’s normal proportions could definitely be described as ‘petite’. Eventually she’d managed to stuff her junk into a heroically stretchy pair of yoga pants and had fashioned a top out of a spare bedsheet, and she ducked under and squeezed her tits and ass through the too-thin door frame to make her way to her office. Outside, she ignored the plenitude of looks she drew on the street and eventually managed to squish herself into a bus to get to work, and once there she again struggled to fit into the lift to get to the right floor.

All the while, some of the toys she’d bought over the weekend were still buzzing inside her, lost and forgotten in the new expanse of her ass, pussy, and cock. They vibrated incessantly as Grace found her seat in her cubicle and found a new problem: her chair was far too small! She squeezed her hips through the wooden partitions of her cubicle and, after comparing the chair to her new dump-truck ass, figured she probably didn’t need it anyway. She wheeled the office seat out of her space and just sat on the floor, finding her juicy posterior able to seat her like a beanbag. “Jeez, is there such a thing as an ass that’s too big…?” she mumbled as she started her work, finding it hard to focus on anything other than the pulsing and humming of the toys lodged inside her and her meaty log resting dormant between her legs.

~

It had been a long day for Grace when she finally clocked out from her shift. Spending 8 hours having to type on a computer when your body screamed for orgasmic release was arduous, especially when you consistently notice your co-workers giving you… unusual looks. Grace clocked several longing looks flung in her direction from the other women around the office throughout the day, matched with bottom lips being bit seductively and suspiciously long trips to the bathroom after people spoke to her. What was happening?

As she waited for the bus home and drew more unusual, almost lustful stares from the commuters next to her, she noticed a skeevy poster plastered to the ceiling of the bus stop. It read:

“Hot, Kinky SEX!! Stacy canlı casino is a whore for your PLEASURE…”

Accompanied by a picture of a very busty redhead in some skimpy underwear and a phone number. Grace squirmed, feeling her pussy juicing uncontrollably and her mammoth cock stiffening just from the minor titillation of reading the word ‘sex’ next to a picture of a hot woman, and she finally caved. Tonight, she needed more than just toys.

~

The doorbell to Grace’s cum-coated flat rang as she was wrist deep in her pussy, shoving in even more sex toys she’d decided to buy on the way home, and she got up to hobble towards the door. Deep in her mind, Grace wondered how she was able to fit so many vibrators and dildos into her holes, but her sheer horniness overrode her curiosity; she just needed more pleasure, no matter what.

Her hand that wasn’t deep in her cunt clicked open the latch and opened the door for the buxom, redheaded prostitute that sashayed in before stopping in surprise. “Holy shit girl, you’re fucking huge!” She shouted, dropping her coat and revealing the expensive lingerie that covered her body. Grace was a little turned on at the hooker’s awe, and she looked down at the comparatively small woman and pulled her towards the bed. “So, what do you want me to do?” Stacy moaned like a pornstar.

“Do whatever you want, just make me cum. Lots,” Grace commanded as she lay down on her back, her hips raised by her massive ass, and she began to fondle her yoga ball tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. Stacy just nodded silently and approached the bed in a trance, licking her lips. As soon as the door had opened she’d been hit with this smell. It wasn’t a bad smell like she was annoyingly used to with some of her clients, but a gorgeous smell. A sweet smell. A sexy smell.

It filled her nose and almost immediately she was addicted. Grace’s pheromones that were being emitted by her enormous cock had dug their claws into her mind and, without either of them knowing it, Stacy would be addicted for life. A slave to Grace’s ludicrous, luscious body. The ginger hooker stood up on the bed, her short stature making her the same height as Grace’s monolithic erection, and she pulled her large breasts out of their D cup confines to try and wrap them around the fleshy pole ahead of her. It was futile, as Grace’s shaft was far too thick for her to wrap her tits around, but Stacy didn’t care. She just needed to service this cock.

“Fuck, give me your dick! Please, I need this, fucking ruin me with it! I’m nothing but your fuckwhore, I’m your cockslut, I’m worthless!!” Stacy was practically screaming as she begged, lapping up the precum that was spilling from Grace’s cumslit and jerking off the monster with her whole body as the hyper futa started to finger her pussy to play with the multitude of toys inside. Stacy ran her hands up to the watermelon sized cockhead, and faltered a little as she felt it vibrating. “Uh, what’s up with this…?” she asked, and Grace ginned as she kept her eyes shut.

“You’ll have to find out.” With the promise of a surprise, Stacy licked her lips and pulled Grace’s member down so she could reach, and began to dig around in her cumslit with her tongue as if it were a passionate french kiss. As her mouth muscle flicked around, she felt soft plastic touch it every now and then.

“Whoa, she’s stuffed herself with vibrators…” The revelation only made Stacy more horny. She brought a hand up to shove it into the cumslit and pulled out one of the toys, finding it soaked and dripping with Grace’s gooey cum, and she quickly pushed it up into her own pussy. After all, there was no way this hyper dick was fitting inside her anyway, and she definitely needed something to fill her up too.

As her hand played inside Grace’s cock, the futa on the bed began to shift in pleasure and her cum tanks gurgled. She was cumming. Grace shouted loud as her penis inflated, and cum began to shoot past the sex toys inside her and spurted up to the ceiling before raining down on her and Stacy in thick globs the size of tennis balls. After only a couple of seconds Stacy was drenched from head to toe but Grace kept cumming. For ten minutes. Her fat dick was like a fountain that shot rope after rope, leaving Stacy covered and almost in tears from her own orgasmic joy. After constant, non-stop ropes of jizz that almost flooded the room, Grace relaxed in post orgasm bliss and Stacy crawled up next to her, cuddling her fat tits and breathing hard.

“Forget paying me… I need you… I’m yours…” Stacy managed to say before passing out, and Grace smirked. Looks like she had a new sex toy.

~

After their fuckfest continued throughout the night, Grace finally had to return to work. Unsurprisingly, she found herself even bigger than the day before after cumming several times throughout the night thanks to Stacy, and her balls, boobs, and buttocks were now almost 3 feet across each. Even though she was now kaçak casino over 7 feet tall, from the front she just looked like 4 spheres of flesh with a thick cock flopping out from the middle. Her tree trunk of a cock was draped out over her titanic nuts, dragging along the floor as she headed to work in a repurposed tent with Stacy in tow. When Grace had to leave the apartment, Stacy was so cum-drunk she begged to join her, and if she was being honest, Grace didn’t really want to say no.

After a long and embarrassing walk, they arrived at the office building. It wasn’t ideal, but Grace found quite quickly she had no hope of ever fitting into a bus again. She snuck the prostitute into her office, hiding the hooker between her testicles and her legs as she hobbled past security, and when she made it to her cubicle Stacy giggled and hid under her desk excitedly. Grace sat on her huge butt and spread her legs wide to make way for her enormous cumtanks as Stacy grabbed her cockhead and sucked her tip, drinking precum and slathering her face in Grace’s emissions. Thanks to her exaggerated size, she even had to balance her keyboard on top of her boobs to actually be able to type.

Grace was aroused beyond even what she thought she was capable of, as the thrill of having a hidden whore under her desk giving her a public blowjob was exhilarating. She furtively used a hand to finger herself, playing with the toys already lost inside her deep love tunnel, as her other hand kept up with the work she was technically supposed to be doing. But even with Stacy’s mouth working its magic down below, Grace couldn’t help but notice the looks she was attracting from her co-workers. The same looks from yesterday. She felt her balls churn with anticipation just as her boss Cassandra walked over, swaying her hips. “Oh fuck, please don’t cum now…” Grace mentally scolded herself, trying to hold back what would be a very obvious explosion under the desk.

“Miss McGill, I couldn’t help but notice your, uh… physical changes.” Cassandra had adopted her usual ‘I’m-annoyed-with-you’ voice which made Grace shiver nervously. She hated being berated by her boss, but this time there was a tinge of arousal colouring Cassandra’s bossy-ness.

“Oh god, I hope I don’t get fired,” Grace panicked internally, not wanting to even consider what work she’d be eligible for with her new body. At this point it was either ‘disability cheques’ or ‘pornstar’. However, her boss simply leaned in close to Grace’s face and whispered in her ear.

“I need you to come to my office and fuck me.”

Those sultry words, coated in pure sex as they poured from Cassandra’s mouth tipped Grace over the edge, and her cock belched a thick load of jizz all over Stacy. Grace moaned loudly, trying to hold back as much as possible, and with the hand that wasn’t deep inside her pussy she flailed and grabbed Cassandra’s blouse, before ripping it off and unveiling her boss’ plain black brassiere. “Oh, just fuck me here!” Grace groaned as she gave up trying to be subtle and kept spurting ropes of spunk all over the hooker under her desk. She stood up to pull her erection from Stacy’s grasp and thrust it into Cassandra’s chest.

The boss almost got knocked right over as the fat cockhead rammed into her torso and coated her in cum, and Cassandra was overwhelmed by the smell of sex that emanated from her employee. She greedily began to scoop up the gooey spooge that was now almost drowning her, shoving it into her mouth as if she was starving while Grace kept shooting off ropes of seed all over the office.

All across the office floor, women stuck their heads out to see what all the commotion was, and the scent of cum floating down the cubicles whipped them into a frenzy. They stalked across the floor until they found Grace squeezed in her own wooden office booth, with her 5½ foot monster being serviced by Cassandra while Stacy rubbed the ball-goo covering her body all over Grace’s ballooning tits.

The women of the office creeped closer, watching while Grace seemed to grow before their very eyes as she continued to spew gooey cum all over Cassandra, the floor, and the walls. Her balls and boobs strained and swelled, her penis lengthened and thickened, her ass grew wider and heavier, and her height stretched her further up to the ceiling! But despite all the growth, Grace didn’t seem to care. She threw her head back, screaming in ecstasy as her balls emptied themselves with fervour, and played with her flowing pink hair as she revelled in her body’s obscenity. The original surprise that Grace felt when her body began to change a few days ago was long gone, and now she just wanted more.

Before she even fully knew what was happening, Grace felt a sudden surge of mouths across her body. The office workers had all flocked to her and were now desperately trying to get as physical with her as possible as they ran their tongues across her juggs, her nuts, her fuckstick, her ass… Grace was in absolute heaven. In their frenzied lust, a few of the women started to pull apart the walls of the cubicles, throwing them away to release Grace from the tiny box she was trapped in so they could get even closer to worship her immense body.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

This story is linked to my Spa Game series, and takes place well after the end of Year Two.

I haven’t made a lot of effort to onboard new readers or explain the history and mechanics of the characters here; this is mostly a bonus for fans of the series. If you enjoyed the characters there, I hope this is entertaining for you. I honestly can’t say how well this stands on its own, but I imagine it’s at least mildly confusing.

Sylvia Tentis sat in the painfully white room, staring at herself in the vanity. She wasn’t going to claim she didn’t recognize the woman in the mirror, but she did concede that a number of the several hundred people in the cathedral-like church a few miles away would probably be relying more on the white dress than her appearance to recognize who she was.

She usually kept her blonde hair short; it was so curly that it naturally formed a nice “skullcap” of ringlets when she kept it cropped down to about an inch or two. But she’d wanted at least some attempt at a hairstyle at her wedding so just before the end of her second-to-last semester at Veretrum she’d let it grow. Eight months hadn’t given her a lot to work with, but she had bangs now and enough hair that it could be gathered in back with a decorative clasp, though in the end she’d decided to use extensions so it didn’t look like someone had just stuck a fancy piece of metal to the back of her head.

The other source of growth had taken much more effort but about the same amount of time.

“God, if I walk too fast I feel like they’re going to jump up out of the dress,” Sylvia said.

“Honey, we love you, but if you’re going to complain about how hard it is to deal with larger tits you have the wrong crowd in the room.”

Sylvia smiled into the mirror at Robin Charmichael. Towering over her even when they were standing, the woman basically had a supermodel body, cemented by the large-C cup breasts that pushed out the front of her periwinkle bridesmaid’s dress. Her girlfriend, and Sylvia’s maid of honor Cynthia was just coming back into the room, and her chest had more of a shelf on it than Robin’s. The other woman standing at the door in her own pale blue dress had a more athletic build and a smaller chest to go with it, but still enough that she was gambling if she didn’t wear a bra. Vicky was the smallest one in the room now, but up until three months ago, Sylvia could make her chest flatten out completely just by raising her arms.

“I would fall out of that dress if I walked too fast, or possibly at all” Cynthia, usually called Cyn, said, “And yeah, our sympathy level here is zero. Robin and I probably have about ten years before we have to put a chiropractor on retainer, and the only shirts with ‘built-in’ support we can wear are called corsets.”

“I’m almost as big as you now,” Sylvia countered as she cupped her own mammaries, though they were stuffed behind what felt like a solid inch of silk dress.

“You look as big as her,” Vicky countered, “Because you’re a size 0 or something silly like that and you got medium sized tits stuck on. She’s got a normal adult body and her tits still look huge, but I bet they weigh something like ten pounds more.”

“They look all right though, don’t they?” Sylvia asked, fighting down a surge of panic.

“Syl, Cyn and I have been begging you to let us play with them for the past three months,” Robin said, “you’re hot. You don’t have that ‘innocent pixie’ vibe anymore, but you can pull off ‘little firecracker’ now, which is arguably better.”

“How is that better?” Syl asked.

“Because of this,” Cyn said as she held up the final piece of her bridal outfit.

It was a 24-carat gold choker that looked like a simple ring of gold. As their gift to her, her bridesmaids had it custom made and precision finished with a unique slotted fastening so it would take someone looking very, very close to find a seam. To most it would look like a solid gold ring had somehow been formed around her neck.

Taking over from Cyn, Vicky explained, “Your vulnerable innocent vibe was great in college, especially since it helped you and Bill find each other. But you need a way to overcome that in the real world, especially if you want to keep a lid on exactly how you and Bill structure your relationship. Wide hips and big tits automatically signal ‘adult’ to human brains, regardless of what people may be attracted to. I mean, that’s only a small part of the equation, but you won’t need to force them over the assumption that you’re too young to function as an adult if they see you as an adult first. If you dress it up so you’re actively using them to enhance your sexuality it gives you even more of an edge.”

“Also,” Cyn said, “It will lessen the impression that Bill is taking care of you, which will make it easier to hide how you two actually get along, if you still keep that under wraps.”

“Personally I think it would be hilarious if they say ‘I do’ and then Bill pulls out a leash and walks bedava bahis you on all fours out the door,” Robin quipped.

“And that’s why Cyn’s my maid of honor,” Sylvia said.

“Really?” Cyn drawled with a dangerous edge as she towered over Sylvia from behind, “It has nothing to do with our relationship, and my ability to get you hot and bothered just by leaning down to your ear and saying ‘Pet’?”

Cyn had matched actions to words. Syl shuddered slightly and felt her nipples harden and push against the dress, along with a certain amount of lubrication in areas she didn’t need right now. “Cyn-” she began and then saw Cyn’s eyebrow raise dangerously and pleaded, “Mistress it took us an hour to get me into this dress.”

“We’ve got an hour before the church is ready. The planner and the priest are still raising hell over your refusal to appear at the rehearsal. Bill is threatening to have Vincent step in,” Vicky said while checking her phone.

“He’s not even in the wedding party, why would Bill get his help?” Syl asked

“Because he does that thing where he instantly becomes the most powerful man in the room just by walking in,” Cyn said with a slightly annoyed tone, “He better have dressed down or nobody’s going to be watching the ceremony. At least, nobody who isn’t a straight male.”

“It does get annoying sometimes,” Vicky said, “he came over and ‘said hi’ to Bill’s brother, the one who’s paired with me in the procession? He made some crack about ‘Great Aunt Lizzie’ owing him a favor and I had to practically hold onto the guy’s arm during the rehearsal to keep him from trying to walk on the opposite side of the church. I yelled at him about that the other night.”

“Was that before or after you made him fuck your brains out because it turned you on so much?” Robin asked, teasingly.

“I’m not at liberty to say,” Vicky said with an obvious blush that sent the rest of the room to giggling.

“Speaking of ‘at liberty to say'” Cyn said, “I want that story now.”

“What story?” Syl asked.

“You said you’d tell me the story of your first time with Bill if I agreed to be your bridesmaid,” Cyn said.

Syl saw herself turn paler than her dress. “I told you that story already,” she insisted.

“You told me a brief summary two years ago,” Cyn countered, “And you made it obvious you were embarrassed about it.”

“Why is that such a big deal?” Vicky asked.

Cyn smirked and turned to say, “Because it’s probably her biggest screw-up at the table before or since, and it means their ‘first time’ was very, very different.”

“Well if you aren’t going to make her eat us all out I want storytime!” Robin said.

“Wait, it was three years ago, right?” Vicky asked. When Cyn nodded she turned to Robin and asked, “Weren’t you there?”

Robin shook her head. “I had a disagreement with aunt flo; I missed it by one week. Now come on!”

Syl sighed and turned to look at the three of them, who just returned her gaze with expectant expressions.

“Fine,” she said, “but only because getting into this dress was a pain in the ass.”

*************************

3 Years prior

It wasn’t Syl’s first time playing in the higher-stakes, higher energy Saturday night game, but she preferred the more entertaining, less tense games on Friday. Unfortunately Bill only played in the Friday night game, and that was too crowded for what Syl wanted.

The casual players were mostly weeded out of Saturday night (though the new girl, Amy, sat in despite being a truly pathetic player. She’d heard John comment that they’d have to pull her aside and talk to her if she kept spoiling games). Bill was there tonight, and McCabe sat in, along with Matthew (never Matt), Purna, Carmen, and of course the Bitch Queen, Kathy. When she was focused, Syl knew she was able to beat most of them straight-up, but almost no one at the table would back down from a poor bluff and poker still relied on getting the right cards.

Syl hadn’t had a great night but it hadn’t been terrible. She was riding the edge of using chips with her name on them most of the evening. Per usual the game was Texas Hold-’em; other games got played sometimes but Hold-’em had a good mix of skilled play and visible action for non-players or those who’d folded. It also had enough betting cycles to build up a sizeable pot, even with the betting limits; four people in a hand with 300-chip limits going all out could result in a pot with more than 2,000 in it. 2,000 in chips meant a lot of serious sexual favors were written on the discs.

This wasn’t one of those hands but Syl was grateful, for once. She was looking at a six, two nines, and a king in the middle of the table, and trying to convince herself the king and the queen in her hand justified calling the 50-chip bet thrown down by Carmen. She was a good player but got impatient if there was no betting action; she’d forced the issue after everyone had checked on the flop, so Syl doubted she had anything substantial in her hand. Purna and Matthew had bowed out, so now bedava bonus it was on her. She called, hoping her two pair might blossom into a full house with a good river card. McCabe folded, Bill had never put money down, Amy called but that meant as much as the sun coming up in the morning, and unfortunately Kathy stayed in.

The river was an Ace of diamonds, changing absolutely nothing for Syl, and not much for the rest of the board as far as she could tell. She now bet first and she hoped to steal the pot so she had some cushion for the rest of the night. She opened with 100. Amy called, of course, as did Kathy. Then Carmen raised it to 200. That confused Syl, unless Carmen was trying to buy her way out of her earlier bluff. Syl called without hesitation, as did Amy. Then Syl’s stomach dropped as Kathy re-raised, pushing the bet all the way to the 300 chip maximum. Carmen caved immediately and Syl had to follow suit. She’d never seen Kathy out-and-out bluff; she had an ace in her hand at least, which meant her two pair beat Sylvia’s. She was doubly glad when Amy forced the issue and Kathy revealed a pair of aces, giving her a full house. Syl looked grimly at her own chip stack. She’d be playing with her own chips until she won.

Fortunately that fed into her plan on the very next hand. She was the dealer, or bet last. She had a meagre jack-seven combo in her hand but Bill bet 100 chips out of the gate, signaling either a strong hand or a desire to sweep the ante without seeing a flop. Two of Syl’s own blue chips were in there, which made her hope that perhaps his goals and hers weren’t too far apart, but if he hoped to steal them early he was playing with the wrong crowd. Amy stayed in of course, as did Kathy and Carmen, and Syl put in enough to cover as well. They hadn’t even seen a flop and 500 already sat in the middle.

The flop came down but Syl didn’t really look at the cards, she just watched Bill, who immediately put 150 on the table to start. Amy of course called, though she looked frustrated for some reason, and Kathy stayed in though her betting seemed more hesitant. Carmen, who tended to let her poker face crumble at the end of hands, was visibly frustrated at having to fold. Syl called without pausing.

The turn card dropped and Syl supposed she should look just to make sure she wasn’t accidentally ahead. An eight and a nine had come out in the flop with the other two cards being a King and a three. Nothing much by themselves but the nine, three, and King were all hearts, giving someone a really good shot at a flush. If she had to guess that’s what Kathy was probably after. Her own cards didn’t give her anything unless a ten dropped for the river card. Bill charged another 150 for the privilege of staying in.

Syl wanted to call but she’d put enough of her chips in already and while the night wasn’t young there were still a few more hands. She folded but watched with bated breath to make sure Bill wound up the victor. She needn’t have worried; the river was another King. Kathy made her flush and bet a full 300 as a result, but Bill had been holding a pair of Kings, giving him four of a kind and the win.

The rest of the night was uneventful for Syl; she won some pots to bolster her own stack but none that were memorable or truly bloated. She tried to keep herself from bouncing as she waited in the kitchen area pretending to pick over the leftover dinner food. Soon enough she heard the rich, deep voice behind her.

“Sylvia?” he asked.

“Yeah?” she said, already breathless.

“Would you like to come with me to a room?”

She nodded, trying to keep herself from squealing. Bill didn’t tower over her like Vincent but he was tall enough to seem imposing and he was built broad; wide shoulders and hips with thick limbs. He didn’t have a lot of muscle definition but he wasn’t truly fat either. What he did have was a fairly commanding presence combined with a gentleness that tickled an itch deep in Sylvia that she barely admitted to herself and never discussed with anyone. Because they were both good players and didn’t often play in the same games, she’d never actually cashed in or owed a favor to him, so now she was really excited.

They went into one of the real bedrooms and Sylvia resisted the urge to tear her clothes off and jump into his arms. Instead she shuffled over to the dresser near the door and leaned on it, trying to be casual, but smiling invitingly.

Bill returned her smile and walked over. He looked down at his hand and then put a large stack of chips on the dresser. “How do you want to do this?” he asked.

Syl’s stomach dropped. “Those are green,” she said, dumbly.

“Yes…” Bill said cautiously.

“I…I only lost two fifty to you in that hand,” she insisted.

“Kathy and Amy bet with your chips, I think. I don’t remember Carmen winning any,” Bill explained.

Syl stared at the stack of green chips, dumbfounded. That’s why Amy looked upset; she couldn’t bet with her own chips, she was out of them.

“Shit, this is your first time, deneme bonusu isn’t it?” Bill asked, worried.

“No,” Syl said, which was true in the way he was asking, “I just…I was expecting blue. I need…a few minutes.”

“Sylvia I’m sorry, you weren’t ready for this and that’s…well that’s not how this should go. I can just…you know what, yeah, I’ll just bet with these. I’m sorry again.”

Syl heard Bill gathering up the chips, struggling a bit because of the size of the pile and the slick top of the dresser. She could just let him walk out and it would be easy, but it also meant she’d probably blown it. He was too kind to brush this off; she’d obviously reacted badly, and he just as obviously thought it would be a fun surprise. He’d never try to cash her chips in again, and she didn’t…she couldn’t be the initiator. Unless she did something right now.

She turned around and put her hand on Bills as he was trying to gather the last of the chips, her chips.

“I want to ask you something, and just answer me straight, please?” she asked.

“Okay,” Bill said, again sounding cautious.

“Did you cash these in just because they were green?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Bill replied.

“Did you cash those in because you’d get anal, or were you going to cash my chips in regardless?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even.

“I…wanted to cash them in when I knew I had enough for you,” he said, “I only realized I had this many after I counted them,” Bill said.

Syl made a choice.

“Are you okay with a bit of roleplaying around this? For my sake?”

“Sure,” Bill said, and for the first time since she’d hesitated she saw a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m going to go…well do some things. When I come back, pretend I don’t want to do it. Pretend you have to make me do this just because you have the chips. Pretend I’m not into it.”

“Are we pretending that?” Bill said.

Syl went for broke. She grabbed his neck and went onto her tiptoes. The fact that she caught him by surprise was probably the only reason she was able to successfully pull his head to hers and kiss him. He paused for a second but responded almost immediately, returning the kiss and pulling her up so she wasn’t straining. They broke after a long time.

“Yes,” Sylvia said, “we’re only pretending that.”

* * * * *

Sylvia came back into the room wearing only a loose shirt and panties, trying to ignore one feeling of wetness between her legs, and revel in the other. When she returned, Bill was leaning against the wall, looking annoyed.

“Are you ready now?” he asked.

“No,” Sylvia replied, trying to sound overly petulant.

“Do you have 1900 chips?” he asked.

“It’s 1875,” she corrected.

“Fine, do you have that?” he asked.

“…no.”

“Are you ready to quit the spa?” he asked.

“No,” Syl replied.

“Then you better find a way to get ready,” Bill said, coming over and grabbing her arm.

His grip was powerful and Syl was so surprised by it she almost let out a moan after her surprised gasp. She stifled it for fear of giving herself away. He led her over to one side of the bed. “Bend over.”

“What?”

“Bend over, I want to see if you’re at the right height.”

“I’m not letting you ogle me just because-“

“Look!” Bill snapped, cutting her off and spiking both her heart rate and arousal, “I don’t need your pussy, I’m not gonna kiss you, I don’t even have to feel you up, but if you aren’t paying and you’re staying in this room then by God I’m going to fuck that ass. Now, bend. Over.”

Pretending she didn’t want to just leap on the bed and pry her cheeks apart while begging, Syl walked slowly over and flopped down, after a little hop to let her waist get even with the side of the mattress. Despite that, with the thickness of the comforter she started to slide to the floor. She stopped when she felt her ass hit Bill’s still-covered hips as he stepped up to her. She stifled another moan as she felt the bulge between them.

“Good enough,” he said, “drop ’em”

Syl heard his pants and belt drop, but she decided not to touch her own.

“Fine,” Bill snapped. One of his hands shot out and grabbed the crotch of her panties. It let him quickly pull them down without the elastic getting pulled in an odd direction, but he paused when they were at her knees. After the pause continued she wanted to turn and ask him something but when she started to move he put his hand on her back.

“If you keep squirming around this will take longer,” he said, “And at this point I want to be out of here as much as you do.”

“Then fuck off!” she said.

“You owe me, bitch. I get what I’m owed. Spread.”

Sylvia opened her legs.

“Are you color blind? Did those look blue? You know what I meant,” Bill snapped.

Trembling a bit from nervousness but more from excitement, Slyvia reached around and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Truthfully there wasn’t much to pull; Sylvia’s lean frame didn’t give her much of an ass to begin with, in terms of shape, so just her bending partly over the bed spread her cheeks enough to clearly see her rosebud. But Bill by this point had either clued into what Syl was hinting at with her request or he was following some script in his head that he got from who knows where.

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I had just started a new job as an inside salesman for a medium sized corporation. As I got adjusted to my new position I began to notice a girl that appeared each day delivering my postal mail correspondence. She was a petite brunette with hair past her shoulders by 6″, was about 5’4″ tall with a slight olive complexion. The best comparison to her would be the porn star Riley Reid; she had a small set of easily handled tits and a wonderful round ass. She was just my type and I had fallen madly in lust with her. I asked a coworker about her to get any information I could regarding her. I found out that she was 22 years old and besides delivering the mail worked in the accounting department.

I soon asked her out and after just six months of dating and after only a couple of sessions of intercourse, we eloped to Vegas. What I didn’t realize was how inexperienced she was sexually. She had been a good Catholic girl and had only been with one other guy before me. I was 11 years older than her and had much more experience while I was single and even while I had been married to my ex-wife (we had a very open marriage and enjoyed a somewhat swinging lifestyle).

Our sex life was bland to say the least. Missionary was the standard and after I came she always jumped up and ran to the bathroom to “clean up”. No foreplay at all. Eventually I was able to talk her into giving me a blow job but she always made me cum into a tissue then she brushed her teeth afterwards.

Needless to say I was getting a bit frustrated. I tried talking to her about it but she would shut down the conversation immediately.

But she was a contradiction outside the bedroom. She liked to wear short skirts, thigh high stockings and high heels to work. Every guy in the office knew that if they stopped by her desk requesting some sort of paperwork and she had to get up from her desk they just might get a glimpse of her skirt riding up high with the tops of her stockings exposed. If they were even luckier she would have to bend down to retrieve something from one of the lower drawers of her file cabinets thus insuring her skirt would ride up and expose her stockings tops.

When I told her about this she just shrugged it off and claimed I was being silly since no one saw her like that in the office. I wasn’t sure if she was being naive or just enjoyed the attention. But nonetheless perabet it had to effect on how I viewed her since I began to see her possibly enjoying the attention she was receiving unbeknownst to her or not. I started seeing her as exhibitionist. I may have been a bit jealous but the turn on it gave other men probably quelled my inner jealousy and turned me on as well.

The contradictions went further. She always kept her pussy hair trimmed to a neat landing strip and sometimes even shaved herself bare. Yet I was never allowed to go down on her (another source of frustration because I loved eating pussy!). This was also another source of frustration because I had been able to sneak peeks at her pussy and she had the type of darkened large lips that I love and was always one of my favorite female attributes in my past before I met her.

I could bury myself in cunt lips like that for what seemed an eternity. I also enjoyed a woman sitting and grinding all over my face while I licked up all of the juices a woman had to offer.

One of the other contradictions was that we would also shower together frequently and she would rub her body against me, teasing me with her ass and rubbing her pussy along my dick. She would never want to have sex in the shower preferring that I jerk myself off to her ministrations. If even a dollop of cum landed on her she would instantly wash it off sometimes getting angry that I would cum on her in the slightest bit.

One thing I did notice was when she drank alcohol she would become extremely horny and instead of our usual “making love” she would want me to pound into her as hard as I could. It seemed to me that she had a suppressed desire, a wanton desire that she kept inside and was scared to acknowledge.

When she would decide to switch up our position in bed and get on top I started to notice that she would get extremely wet. Here’s the bonus in that position, she was never able to orgasm in either position (missionary or riding me) from just penetration. I always had to manually stimulate her clit for her to get off. This offered me an opportunity to explore her body with my hands which otherwise were never an option.

I began pinching her small perky nipples hard and twisting them which brought out groans of pleasure from her. I also started grabbing her ass checks so hard she would push herself perabet giriş down onto my cock hard making her groan even more. These two things brought me great satisfaction as I loved bringing her pleasure. I would then push my hand between us and rub her clit eventually bringing her to orgasm. During which she pounded down on my cock with her soaked pussy and I would cum inside her. Though to my disappointment she would jump up off of me and run to the bathroom to ‘clean herself up’ behind a closed door. She left me there wondering what her pussy and the creampie we made looked like. Each time we went through this my imagination grew and my desire to ‘clean her up’ myself burying my tongue inside her became even stronger. My experiences with my previous wife were vivid and beginning to resurface.

So we went on like this for a couple of years, but I was becoming bored (I guess most men would be satisfied with our situation, but not me – I was far more interested in pushing her sexual boundaries).

When she would ride me I began to realize that she enjoyed my hands manipulating her body even more. While I was sure she was conscious of this fact it didn’t stop me from exploring her limits. I grabbed and twisted on her breasts and nipples intensely making her groan deeper while gyrating and pounding down onto me hissing her approving vocal appreciations.

Then while grabbing her ass checks and spreading them apart I began teasing her rosebud. She would grind down against me letting out her arousal and begging for me to get her off (using my fingers on her clit of course). Always complying I would help her orgasm and in return shoot my cum up inside her. Again, the usual routine of her jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom. I would lay ther imagining my cum dropping from her pussy uselessly into the toilet while it could be easily slipping from her into my open willing mouth.

These encounters continued and I decided to get a bit bolder. Since she was used to my hands all over her body while she rode me I started to feel around her pussy lips while my cock was inside her. She never seemed to notice but it felt fantastic for me. Feeling her hot wet large and extended pussy lips on my fingers and my cock going in and out of them was something I couldn’t hold myself back from. And I exploded inside her. I did the usual massage perabet güvenilir mi on her clit and got her off as well. Yet still the same situation after though – her run to the bathroom.

I continued this process with her while she was riding me but I noticed that she was getting even wetter than ever before. After several sessions like this I wanted to try something new on a hunch.

First, I should explain that I had always been proud of my cock and it’s (my) ability to please women. Bragging aside, I have a cock which is 8-9″ long and a girth of at least 5 and a half inches. Women has always been quite surprised and turned on by it, many of which kept coming back for more. There were even a couple of instances when a woman would refuse to be with me because they didn’t think they could handle it inside them. Little did they know what they had missed.

But my wife never had such a problem and seemed to enjoy everything I had to offer. Here’s where my hunch comes into play. Again after her pussy engulfed my cock while riding me and my hands feeling each wet thrust from her I started to place my fingers around my cock. She didn’t even notice and continued plunging down on me even though her pussy not only gripped my cock but my fingers around it.

The more she thrust down on me the more emboldened I became. I loosened my fingers from around my cock and started to open up her pussy with my hands. She was lost in lust at this point and I stuck first one finger into her next to my cock causing her to increase her intensity with her thrusts down onto me. Then I added a second finger making her even more wet. This easily allowed me to add a third finger and finally a fourth. Her juices covered my cock and all of my fingers and she didn’t even seem to notice what was happening!

I shot my jism into her then slipped my fingers out and got her off once again manually with my finger. Once again she made her disappearing act. My groin was completely soaked with her juices. I lay there wondering what had just happened, but quite happy I had pushed her limits this far. I realized she really had no idea of what had just transpired. But it suddenly struck me; my wife was a size queen and didn’t even know it.

With that epiphany, my mind through itself into all kinds of possibilities and what may be in the future for my newfound sizequeen wife and me.

We repeated this position with my same manipulations with always the same results several times. She never said a word about it to me, but I knew we had many more avenues to explore. And they didn’t involve just the two of us.

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Standing naked in my bedroom with my back pressed against the wall, lacking even a towel to hide behind, I fought to maintain my composure as I took in the sight before me.

Sylvanna stood in the center of the room. Combining the best traits of slime and girl, she actually cut a rather striking figure, with a delicate little nose, soft-looking lips, and bright pink eyes, all carved in perfect detail from the same pink gelatinous slime. Her body mimicked that of a human above the waist, including her currently uncovered tits which displayed a size and perkiness to rival my own. The illusion dropped below the waist however, as what would be legs had instead formed into a single amorphous base. A tentacle, protruding from the base of her body, was currently wrapped tightly around Bailey’s snout.

Abigail, standing behind Sylvanna, was mouthing “sorry,” but I ignored her. My focus was locked on Bailey, who was lying on the ground, pawing desperately at the tendril that constrained her. Every time her claws cut through the slime it simply reconstructed itself before it could snap, yet Bailey refused to stop seemingly desperate to escape. It took all my willpower not to freeze the tentacle solid and break it off by force. As it was, I could feel my blood begin to boil.

“Wow, Queen Devilla…” Sylvanna smirked. “I guess the rumors were true! You really are showing everyone a whole new side of yourself. And it seems we’re getting quite a view…”

“Let her go,” I commanded, ignoring the barb and snarling at the slime while pointing to Bailey.

“The monster?” Sylvanna arched a translucent eyebrow. “That’s what we’re starting with? No throwing a fit at me for walking into your room? No screaming at your maid for daring to let me in, even though she couldn’t stop me if she tried?”

“I said to let her go, Sylvanna. Last warning.”

“Fine, fine,” Sylvanna conceded, waving her hand dismissively. “No need to snap, it was just a little security measure. Your stupid monster kept trying to eat me.” The tentacle around Bailey’s snout receded, disappearing entirely into Sylvanna’s body. “Now can we talk?”

“In a moment,” I told Sylvanna through gritted teeth, before moving to kneel down next to Bailey. I stroked the wolf’s snout, traveling from her nose all the way up to her horn.

“You did good,” I whispered, even knowing that she couldn’t understand me. I wanted to reach out to her telepathically, but I still hadn’t tested whether I could pull that off without ingesting one of her hairs. Experimenting on myself was one thing, but I wouldn’t risk anyone else.

Even though Bailey couldn’t understand me, she seemed to take comfort in my tone and touch. She stopped whining, and instead licked my hand and wagged her tail.

Once I was certain Bailey was fine, I rose to my feet and turned back to Sylvanna, narrowing my eyes at the slime girl. “That ‘monster’ you attacked happens to be a demon, and a friend. She was simply trying to protect me from an unwelcome intruder.”

“Oooh, unwelcome! Do you see how harsh she is with me, Abby?” Sylvanna turned her head to pout at my maid, ignoring my glare. “And she’s such a bad liar, too. I’ve memorized the census report for the entire tower, and we don’t have a single horned wolf girl in it. I’ve never even heard of the species!”

“I’m not lying,” I snapped before Abigail could respond. “She’s a new resident, and a new species. She was born to an actual horned wolf, as it happens. I trust you know what that means?”

“That you’re a really bad liar?” Sylvanna shrugged. “You expect me to believe you just happened to prove the origin of monster girls while you were out on your little vacation?”

“Vacation? I was collecting salt!”

“For three days?” Sylvanna countered, hands perched on her gelatinous hips. “Sounds like a vacation to me. Though, wait…” She mused, placing a hand against her chin, and stroking the tip with her thumb. “Do you still call it a vacation if you weren’t working to begin with? I mean, you don’t really do anything, do you?”

“That’s…” Not fair. That was what I wanted to say. But it actually was, wasn’t it? I was supposed to be the queen, the ruler of my people, and yet I did so little to actually lead them.

I wasn’t alone in that, mind you. One of the few lessons I’d actually taken to heart was how demon queens throughout the ages had delegated the work of ruling. Some said it was a tradition set by Luci herself, who felt that divine beings had no business governing the minutiae of mortal lives. We still wielded absolute authority of course, but we rarely used it.

In my case, I’d given the power of rule to my generals. The exact nature of their duties varied – for example I had Yara on the bottom floors, managing our food supply, just as Mifa and her harpies were theoretically in charge of scouting. Regardless of what else they handled, however, by and large each of the demon generals acted akin casino siteleri to human nobles, running ten floors apiece.

None of that was an issue, at least for the moment. While part of me thought I should try for a constitutional monarchy, I knew better than to uproot our current system while we were still on the verge of extinction. The problem was that no matter how much a queen delegated, someone still had to oversee everything. Whether it was warding off corruption, mediating disputes between generals, or simply signing things into law, someone still had to wield the actual power of a queen.

That was where Sylvanna came in. Since there was no distinction between a slime girl’s body and brain, Sylvanna was able to turn her entire being towards figuring out complex problems. On top of that, she could split herself into copies and merge again, allowing her to do the job of an entire team by herself. It made her a near ideal administrator for the tower. Absolutely perfect, except for one tiny, little detail.

Sylvanna, the only slime in the tower, absolutely loathed work. She was a hedonistic slut by nature, desiring nothing but sex, food, and drink. She indulged constantly. Even as half of her body was devoted to working, and another third to sleeping, the remainder was split in four to ensure she could participate in some form of debauchery at all times. As such, Sylvanna was working, eating, sleeping, fucking, and drinking all at the same time, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.

I couldn’t even imagine how exhausting that had to be. That was why she took every opportunity to belittle me. And how was I supposed to protest? How was I supposed to call her words unfair, when her hard work was the only reason I had so much free time?

“That’s not fair!”

My head snapped up as the words I chose not to speak echoed through the room. Abigail, visible through Sylvanna, had one hand on her hip and a scowl on her lips.

“That’s not fair,” she repeated when Sylvanna turned around to face her. “Devilla is trying. She got salt for the whole tower, and a new vegetable called ‘potatoes,’ which is actually pretty damn delicious fried. And okay, there were definitely better uses of her time, but she’s trying, and you don’t get to just come in here and tear her down like that!”

“Feisty,” Sylvanna jabbed, crossing her arms beneath her voluptuous chest. “But you should try defending literally anyone else. Maybe check the dungeons? You’ll find murderers with more empathy for their fellow demons than that girl.”

“That’s-“

“Enough!” I interrupted, stepping forward and slashing my hand through the air to mark an end to the conversation. “It’s appreciated, Abigail. Honestly. But you aren’t going to convince Sylvanna of anything like this.”

“Did you two practice this?” Sylvanna accused, looking back and forth between Abigail and me. “Let me guess – she’s tired of me calling her out as a selfish, self-centered brat, so she’s making you pretend she actually has a good heart or some such malarky. Probably made you memorize a whole script, right? Oooh, did she complain about not having enough lines, even though she wrote it?”

“Is there a purpose behind your being here?” I asked, trying and failing to keep the frustration from my voice. “It must be important if I’m meeting with all ten feet of you.” Saying it was rare for all of Sylvanna to gather in one place would be a drastic understatement. I hadn’t seen her whole in years, not since she’d first taken the job of administrator.

“Really?” Sylvanna asked, stretching out her malleable torso so that she could peer down at me from up high. “You can’t even guess? Not even a vague hunch? I mean, whatever could the tower administrator want with the queen? It’s not like she was promised anything!” She was shouting by the end, her voice laced with sarcasm.

“Promised…? Ah!” My eyes widened with sudden understanding. A promise made between me and Sylvanna? There was only one that came to mind. It was the reason she’d agreed to become my administrator in the first place, despite her hatred of work. It was also part of why I’d been avoiding her.

“You promised me you’d free my people, Devilla! You went through the Rite of Insight. You learned holy magic! And I’ve done everything you’ve asked. So why are my people still under the Heroine’s spell?” She leaned further forward with each word till her back was craned forward at a truly ridiculous angle, taking up much of the room.

“You know I hate it when you loom over me,” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest, and pointedly looking away. I’m sure I looked like a petulant child to everyone in the room. My words certainly suited that image, but the sad truth was that I was simply trying to buy time to think.

Sylvanna’s people, the Slime Girls. A long-lived race that rarely propagated, despite being quite good at it. From what I’d been told, they used canlı casino to celebrate a species-wide holiday. Once every fifty years, all the slimes on the continent would gather together and merge, sharing their thoughts and experiences with the entirety of their population. For one glorious day, the many became one.

It was on that day of union, twenty-one years ago, that the previous Heroine made her move. According to the single eyewitness report, she’d snuck her way into the festivities, strode up to the merged slimes, and with a few whispered words turned the entire great being to stone.

Sylvanna, too young to participate in the merge, was granted a temporary reprieve so that she could spread word of what had been done to her people. Frightened, she came straight to the tower to tell my mother what had happened. And my mother, who had just barely finished giving birth to me, immediately flew off to fight the Heroine and save those poor, petrified slimes.

And that was how she died.

For a long time, some part of me blamed Sylvanna for that. It wasn’t her fault, obviously. My mother knew what she was stepping into from the start, I’m sure. But I think that anger was what led me to do what I did – as poor an excuse as it was.

I had dangled the freedom of Sylvanna’s people before her. I told her that I would only turn them back if she helped me maintain my rule. I abused her, in a way that I’m not sure can ever be forgiven. And now here I was trying to ignore the problem simply because I couldn’t fix it. Sylvanna was completely right about my selfishness.

I wanted to set things right, of course. I needed to set things right. But reversing petrification was holy magic; I couldn’t cast it without knowing the right words.

“I thought you’d be used to getting loomed over,” Sylvanna remarked, interrupting my thoughts. “You know, considering how short you are.” She twisted about without moving her base, easily shifting her upper half a hundred and eighty degrees to look at Abigail, before pointing a finger back in my direction. “Did you know she’s only five foot three? It took me a while to notice because she’s almost never out of heels.”

“I am five foot four and you know it!” I snapped.

“And there you have it,” Sylvanna declared, pressing one arm into her waist and taking an impossibly deep bow even as she turned back toward me. “The spoiled princess. The real Devilla Satanne. Good to see you drop the act! Now, tell me why you still haven’t freed my people. Unless you’d prefer me taking an extended break from running this damn tower?”

For a long moment, I stood silent, quietly turning the problem before me over and over in my mind. Sylvanna was the force that single-handedly kept the tower running. She was threatening to quit if I didn’t do what she wanted. I couldn’t tell her no, for both moral and practical reasons, yet if I said yes she’d find out my impotence immediately.

“I… can’t,” I confessed, seeing no alternative. “I messed up the Rite of Insight. I don’t know the spell.”

Lying would be pointless. Sylvanna would see straight through any fib I told, and I didn’t want to tell one besides. The only way out of this situation, the only way to make up for my past actions, was to be honest with Sylvanna. Then maybe, just maybe, we could work toward a solution together.

“…You don’t know the spell?” Sylvanna repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “Are you telling me that after a lifetime of ‘I’ll learn everything I need to know from the Rite,’ you messed it up?”

“That’s right,” I confirmed, nodding solemnly. “But I think we can still save your people. We just need to work together a little while longer.”

“Right. By which you mean I should work for you a little bit longer, and you should… what? Goof off? Fuck around? Find some ‘potatoes’?”

“I told you, that’s not fair,” Abigail protested before I could respond. “I don’t know your full history, but whatever Devilla did to you in the past she’s changed. I know what she used to be like, but she’s honestly trying her best to do better.”

“Still defending our Queen?” Sylvanna challenged. “Don’t tell me you actually believe that crap? People like Devilla don’t change. They don’t get better. That would require them admitting something was wrong to begin with.”

“Holy hell, you’re almost as stubborn about this as she is,” Abigail groaned, before jabbing at Sylvanna with her finger. “Devilla realized something was wrong with her behavior and started making an effort to change it, which is more than I can say for you!”

“That’s-“

“Enough!” I interrupted, raising my voice to cut through their argument. Both figures turned to me. Abigail seemed surprised by my outburst; Sylvanna merely looked smug.

“Can’t stand being left out of the conversation, can you?” she sniped, smirking triumphantly. “Even when it’s all about you to begin with. Same Devilla as always kaçak casino – eternally trying to be the center of attention.”

“Believe that if you wish. I deserve whatever you have to say about me, and worse. What I did was wrong, and I am sorry. Deeply and terribly so. But arguing isn’t going to bring your people back.”

“And neither are you,” Sylvanna snapped. “You already said you don’t know the spell.”

“No, I don’t, but I can get it.” I noticed Abigail’s eyes widening in surprise, but I chose to ignore it. I knew I was taking a gamble here, but if there was another choice I wasn’t smart enough to find it.

Besides, Sylvanna deserved to hear the truth.

“You can get it?” she demanded, suddenly jerking forward so her eyes (or what passed for them) were even with mine. “How? The only one allowed to speak the holy tongue is the demon queen, and you just told me you don’t know it!”

“That’s not exactly true, though. The Heroine knows it as well.” And the church, I assumed, since someone had to teach her. The humans probably didn’t have a law against writing down the holy tongue. I wasn’t entirely sure why we demons did. Another detail that would have been explained by the Rite of Insight, no doubt.

“…You’re joking.” The look in Sylvanna’s gelatinous eyes was one of pure disdain, as if she were looking at a particularly ugly bug. “You want to make a deal with one of those genocidal maniacs? She’d give you a spell, alright! One to turn them into mush!”

“The current heroine isn’t like that!” I objected, stepping closer to Sylvanna, until our noses were almost touching.

I expected the slime girl to move backwards. Instead, she morphed her hand into a tentacle to wrap around my neck, lifted my unfortunately light body up before I had a chance to react, and slammed me against my bedroom wall. I found myself suddenly at eye level with Sylvanna, whose malleable face was twisted with rage. Even Bailey, crouched on the floor, seemed momentarily stunned by the suddenness of it.

“What do you know about it?” Sylvanna demanded. “You’ve never met one of them before. The pure contempt in that human’s eyes when she looked at me – the way she talked about petrifying my people like it was just something to check off her to-do list. Those monsters have no respect for demon lives!”

Bailey, recovering from her shock, got to her feet and released a low growl, her lips pulling back to reveal her fangs. It looked like she was about to attack Sylvanna, despite knowing it would be futile, but Abigail stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the wolf. That, combined with a stern look from me, was enough to stop her.

“You’re wrong,” I told Sylvanna, my feet dangling beneath me as I glared back at her. “Maybe the last Heroine was like that. In fact, I’m sure most of them were. But I’ve met the current Heroine, and I can tell you now that she is different. I can convince her to help. I just need time.”

“You’ve met her?” Sylvanna asked. Her eyes, like Abigail’s, had no pupils. They were merely shallow copies, created from Sylvanna’s slime. Yet despite that, perhaps because of my experience with Abigail, I felt certain that Sylvanna’s eyes were boring into mine, fury flickering behind them. “You’ve met her!? What are you planning? Are you going to betray us? Hoping you can live a cushy life if you just turn the rest of us over?”

“Do you truly think so little of me?” I hissed, appalled. I might have been lazy, selfish, and even cruel, but even at my worst I had never taken my subjects’ lives that lightly. I’d never ordered an execution, or a public whipping. Even my threat about Sylvanna’s people had been nothing more than a bluff.

But that didn’t make a difference to Sylvanna, did it? She believed that bluff. Of course she’d believe that I was capable of this too. What had she ever seen that would convince her otherwise?

“Sylvanna,” I breathed, laying my hand upon the tendril that was wrapped about my neck. “I did something terrible. I’m sure I betrayed whatever trust you had in your ruler that day. And I know I have no right to your forgiveness. But even though I have no right to ask it, I’m begging you to trust me. Please – help me save your people.”

“She means it!” Abigail called out, rising to her feet and stepping between me and Sylvanna. She placed a hand against my thigh, and squeezed it faintly in what I took to be a sign of support. “I know you don’t believe it, but she really has changed. She’s trying to broker peace with the Heroine, to end the war and save our people.”

For a long moment, Sylvanna didn’t speak. She didn’t even move, her gelatinous form frozen in place. She simply held me in place against the wall, staring into my eyes. Then, without warning, she dropped me to the floor, her tendril receding into the shape of a hand.

“Help you save my people, huh…?” Sylvanna murmured, staring down at me. “Those are the same exact words you used when you made me your administrator. But for some insane reason, it almost sounds like you mean it this time. There must be something seriously wrong with me for even asking this, but can you give me a single reason to trust you?”

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Thank you to my flotilla of beta readers, AwkwardMD, Bookwormmom, Bramblethorn, and NellyMcBoatFace, plus my new editor, BrokenSpokes, who all provided some critical suggestions and hopefully made this a smoother read.

There is an important character under the age of eighteen in this story. It’s sort of hard to write a story about a young single mom and not have her munchkin in it. But don’t worry, when we do get to the adult playtime parts, the little one will be safely tucked in her own bed and sleeping while the grownups play. These are responsible adults after all.

Chapter Two

Jennifer

Whitney caught me as I fell, and I immediately felt safe. Her steadying arms wrapped around me, pulling me into her. Her big brown eyes were mesmerizing. In that moment, the entire world faded out and all I could see was her. I watched as she leaned forward, and I closed my eyes, fearing she would shy away. Never in my life had I felt anything like this, certainly not with Madi’s father. Her lips were soft as they pressed into mine. No sordid tongues, just the lingering taste of her lip gloss and warmth of her heart.

You’ve heard some people say they saw stars when they had their first kiss? Or like a bolt of electricity hitting them? I’d have to say those analogies are poor ones for what I felt, but I’m not sure I know the right word to use other than magical.

My eyes were fluttering, as I processed what had just happened, when someone said it bluntly and perfectly.

“Mommy, you just kissed Miss Whitney!” Whitney and I both looked down and smiled at Madi.

“Yes, pumpkin, I kissed Miss Whitney. Is that okay with you?”

“Does that mean you love her?” There’s nothing like an unfiltered four-year-old to ask the real question swirling around in my heart that I wasn’t sure I knew the answer to. But I knew I wanted to find out.

“Um, that’s something that you don’t get to ask, sweetie. But I sure do like her.” I couldn’t contain the smile on my face or the warm fuzzies I was feeling.

“Do you like Mommy, Miss Whitney?”

“You’d better believe it, munchkin. How about we go over to the snack bar and get some hot cocoa?”

Thank you, Whit, for changing the subject. She took my hand, and we skated over to the snack bar. Wow, what had I just done? I was all butterflies now. Was I really going to do this romance thing?

I had been thinking about it for a couple of days, especially after last night. Holding her hand had opened up parts of my heart I had not opened in years. My past was starting to make sense as well; why I’d turned down so many offers to go on a date from my male classmates. I realized I had been completely uninterested in them.

With Madi’s father Dallas, it was more of a relationship of convenience and lifelong friendship. We had known each other since elementary school, had many mutual friends in common, and hung out in the same social group often. The others in our circle were mostly paired up, so it was natural when we paired up as well. It was just what you did in a small town.

We had only gone on a few dates when Senior Prom rolled around. I think we both wanted to see what this sex thing was all about, and neither of us wanted to graduate as virgins. We had stopped in the empty parking lot of an office building in a dark corner. A couple of swigs of pilfered liquid courage, and we were in the back seat. That experience hadn’t been bad, but it was nothing like this.

I stumbled my way to a seat as Whit got three hot cocoas. Suddenly I was watching her in a whole new light and was otherwise lost in space. Whit gave Madi hers with a candy cane stuck in it. Little Miss greedily sucked on the candy cane as her drink cooled.

Whit slid next to me and slipped her arm around me. “Um, was that okay back there?”

I had to concentrate on her voice, as her beautiful brown eyes captivated my attention.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite plan it that way. It just felt like the natural thing to do and…”

“It was perfect, Whit. Deep down, I was kinda hoping something like this would happen. I was more surprised with my mini me around than anything else.”

“Whew.”

I could see the relief on her face. I think the fears of rejection are always going to be present with her. Whit nudged me with her elbow and guided my view out to the rink. Her friend Molly skated past us with both thumbs up.

“I think she saw us,” Whit said, sarcastically chuckling.

“I think the whole rink saw us,” I confirmed, acknowledging the obvious.

“Are you fine with that?”

“With people knowing I kissed a woman? Why wouldn’t I be? Not like it is any of their business.”

“What about your friends or your mom?”

“Chantal won’t care. She’s probably had sex with a woman before. I know she used to be an escort, so who knows what she did. The ladies from church, them I’m not sure about. My mom, she probably won’t care. I don’t talk to her much.”

“What are you thinking now?”

“That bahis firmaları if you don’t take me back out there soon and hold my hand, you’re going to be in trouble.” I gave Whit an expectant look.

“Not yet Mommy, I’ve gots to finish my candy cane.” I had been so focused on Whitney that I had forgotten about my daughter for a moment. I looked over at her and saw the big red candy stains on the side of her mouth. Whit and I both laughed.

“Stay here, I’ll get a few napkins to clean her up with.” Whitney said.

Even with skates on, Whit walked across the rubberized floor with grace. We got Madison cleaned up then made our way back to the ice. Never in my life have I had more fun. I felt alive, with not a care in the world. Even though I fell a few times, and crashed into the wall a lot, having Whit there to pick me up made it worthwhile.

“I’d better wear tights or slacks tomorrow, otherwise I’ll have to explain the bruises I know I’m going to have,” I mused as we came off the ice and got our shoes back on. Leaving the building, I found both my hands being held: one by a little girl who I knew loved me with every bone in her body, and the other by a big girl who I was hoping would do the same.

Once back in Whit’s car, as we pulled out, I got a bit of a side eye from her. “Jenn? Can I ask you something rather selfish?”

“Um, okay?” I was nervous by how she phrased her question.

“I don’t want today to end, spending time with you, that is. I… um… like you, a lot and um…” Her knuckles were almost white with her grip on the steering wheel and her eyes were locked on the road ahead, “Would you like to have dinner with me again, tonight?”

Whit risked a glance towards me and I saw her match the big, silly grin on my face. I felt myself pushed back in my seat as she stomped on the gas in further reply.

We were pulling into her garage when she suggested, “Grab your bags and you can run your shopping haul through my laundry. I’ve a bunch of extra hangers in the laundry room.”

Once parked and unloaded, Madi wanted to carry the bags by herself from the thrift store up the two flights of stairs, but I gave her a hand for the last flight and a half. Whit showed me where her laundry closet was and once she saw I was comfortable with her washer’s controls, she headed back down to her kitchen, leaving me to manage the rest.

“How does pizza sound?” she hollered up to me.

I heard Whit rummage around in the kitchen as I rejoined her and Madi. I stood in the door and watched my little girl be Whit’s shadow, following her around.

“Can we have pepperoni, Miss Whitney?”

“Do you like pepperoni too, Madi? It’s like my f-a-a-a-a-v-o-r-i-t-e kind.” Whit looked so cute as she got down on a knee to be at eye level with Madi and made exaggerated arm gestures.

“Don’t you think that was a bit over the top?” I whispered. Whit just smiled, whipped out her phone, and ordered via an app.

“Can I watch a movie, Miss Whitney?” Madi had already sat down in front of the TV with the remote in her hand. Skipper was rubbing her head against her new friend’s tummy, contentedly purring.

“If it’s okay with your mommy, it’s okay with me.”

I helped my daughter find something I approved of. This time it was A Charlie Brown Christmas. Then I left her to her cartoons and found Whit in the kitchen. She handed me a glass of red.

The wine was mellow and relaxing, but I knew something that would taste better. “Whitney, er, someone’s in the other room, and I think she’s—” She didn’t let me finish my thought. She pulled me to her, and I tasted her lips. Again, it was as if the whole world disappeared. My hands did their share of touching too. Feeling the back of her sweater, I pulled myself as tight against her as I could.

I had hugged and cuddled Madison countless times, when she was scared, or hurt, or just needed a mommy snuggle, but this was different. This time I was the one being loved on. It felt wonderful.

Resting my head on her shoulder, I softly spoke, “I think I’m going to grow used to this. I hope it’s ok with you.”

“This is very ok, Jenn.” Soft lips made contact with mine and our tongues did another dance.

“Miss Whitney, are you kissing Mommy again?” We looked at each other. Busted!

“Yes, munchkin, and I think I’m going to do it again.”

“Well, someone’s at the door, Miss Whitney.” This time I heard the doorbell. Must be the pizza guy.

“Shit.” Whit hurried downstairs to get the pizza.

“Mommy, Miss Whitney said a swear a-g-a-i-i-i-n. Is she ever going to get in trouble for saying swears?” Now her hands were on her hips, just like my mother used to stand when she scolded me as a girl. It must be in her DNA.

“What should her punishment be?”

“Make her have us come over for dinner more so I can play with Skipper.” She picked up her little friend that was rubbing against her leg.

“Then I’m going to say lots of swears, Madi,” Whit told her, as she returned kaçak iddaa and set the pizza on the kitchen island. She pulled out some paper plates and napkins and set them next to the pizza. “Pizza tastes better on paper plates,” she stated, matter-of-factly, as if she’d said that the atomic symbol for iron is Fe. “Mommy, can my friend Madi have some apple juice?” Two sets of brown eyes looked at me pleadingly.

“Sure. Just remember, Madison, what happens at Miss Whitney’s…”

“Stays at Miss Whitney’s. I know Mommy.”

I next watched in horror as the bottle of Ranch was produced and a large dollop was squirted out onto Whit’s plate.

“You’re not going to—”

“Oh. Yes. I. Am.” She dunked the tip of her pizza into the white sauce.

“Heathen! Apostate! Oh, the humanity!” I said, to no one in particular. “Next you’re going to tell me you put ranch on your hot wings.”

“Does the sun rise in the east?”

“Ugh, you are impossible, Whit. Everyone knows you put blue cheese dressing on buffalo wings.”

I shook my head in horror as my daughter lifted the bottle of dressing. Whit gave her a hand, and moments later Madison fell to the dark side.

“Mommy, we need to get some ranch at home. This is g-o-o-o-o-d.” Which was obvious by the amount smeared around her lips.

“Whitney, I don’t know about this. You’re corrupting my sweet innocent daughter.”

Whit walked around the island and leaned her head into mine and whispered into my ear, “But it’ll be more fun corrupting you, my friend.” She gave me a peck on the cheek, and as she walked away I sharply inhaled. The events of the day began to swirl all around me. I found myself holding the edge of the counter to steady myself.

Fuck. Well, you know the old saying, if you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen. So that’s what I did. After moving my clothes to the dryer, I took my wine and sat down on the couch. It didn’t take Skipper long to spot me entering the room, and about a moment after I sat down she hopped into my lap and curled up. The two of us sat there for a bit, thinking about the world.

“Everything okay? You bolted out of the kitchen. Are you mad at me?” Playful Whit was gone, replaced by a concerned, caring friend.

“No, I’m not mad. It’s just hit me, that’s all. I’m trying to process everything.” I gave her a sideways glance and returned my focus to the purring fur ball in my lap.

“Jennifer, do you regret anything that has happened?”

“No. The reality of today just hit me. What this is going to mean. This is not your first relationship with a woman. You’re not thinking about how this will impact your daughter or your new job. I’ve a million things swirling around in my head. I need a moment to process this all.” On their own accord, my fingers ran through my hair.

“I can back off Jenn, give you some space. If you want? I mean, I would rather have you just as a friend than push things and have you run away on me.” Her voice was unsteady as she spoke.

“Whit… Whitney, we don’t need to back off, except just maybe not in front of Madison? At least for a while?”

“I can do that.”

“I’m just worried about how things will go for her at preschool. She has no filter between her brain and mouth. I don’t want her to be bullied because her mom kissed a woman” —I reached over and lifted her chin up and pulled it so she was facing me— “and wants to spend more time with that woman.”

Whitney’s eyes lit up. She looked around the room and saw that Madison had joined us and was turning on the TV, so she squeezed my hand instead.

“Only a few more minutes, honey, we have to get up and going early in the morning. I have to get you to preschool right when they open so I can get my bus to start my new job on time.”

“One show, Mommy?”

“Sure, pumpkin.” I really intended to keep the physical contact with Whit limited in front of Madison, but Whit’s shoulder was so inviting that I just had to put my head on it, and I snuggled into her.

About halfway through the program, Whit tapped my leg to get my attention. “Clothes, dryer.” Whoops, how did we forget? Whit gave me a hand, pulling stuff out and getting onto hangers. Nothing was too badly wrinkled. As I was putting a blouse on a hanger, I felt her hug me from behind.

“You know, someone is downstairs and distracted.” I set the hanger down and spun around in her arms. This time I let her have her way with my lips. Her tongue danced with mine, and any lingering memories of Madison’s father fell away into the ash heap of history.

Her soft hand caressed my cheek, and our foreheads pressed together. “Whitney, that was wonderful. I don’t know how to describe what I’m feeling right now other than wow.”

“That, my friend, is a perfect description. The feeling is mutual, by the way. But we should probably get back downstairs.”

Whit and I loaded up the Jeep with my new clothes and then got Little Miss ready to go. As we pulled up to my apartment, I was kaçak bahis reminded again of how different we were. My little one-bedroom was maybe a quarter the size of her place. And half my paycheck went to rent. Come on, girl, you worked hard to get this place and get this far. Be proud of yourself. My inner monologue was waging a war with herself, and even though the brave face part of me was fighting a good fight I was afraid the defeatist was winning at the moment.

I made some space in my closet as Whit handed me hangers. I guess the advantage of not having a ton of clothes is that there was some space available for them.

“Are you okay Jenn? You’ve gotten rather quiet,” she asked me, her voice concerned. A hand reached out and held onto my arm.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. “Just nervous about starting tomorrow.” That sounded plausible. She cocked her head a bit to the side. If she didn’t buy it, she wasn’t calling me on it.

“You’ll do fine.” She gave me a hug. “I should probably let you get the munchkin to bed.” Slowly she made her way to the door. I don’t think either of us wanted her to leave, but it needed to happen at some point. There was a longing look on her face. She turned and headed out.

“Whit, wait.” I grabbed her arm. I looked back and Madison was sitting, reading a library book. Returning my eyes to her, I bit my lip. “Look, I said no kissing in front of Madison, but maybe a goodnight kiss can be an exception?” Whitney perked up and embraced me. We traded goodnights, and she slipped into the darkness, but I think with more of a spring to her step than she had a moment before.

I sat on my battered old sofa next to my daughter and watched her “read” her book. I think, in reality, she had it memorized. Madison closed her book and snuggled with me.

“Mommy, do you like Miss Whitney?”

“Yes, she’s my friend. Why do you ask, honey?”

“I like her too. She has pretty hair.”

“Yes, she does. But more importantly, she’s a nice person.”

“Why do you kiss her, Mommy? You have other friends and you don’t kiss them.”

“Well, honey, she makes Mommy happy. You want Mommy to be happy, right?”

“Yes, you’ve been sad a lot, Mommy. You need to be happy.” The hug I got from my mini me was priceless.

“You know what would also make Mommy happy?”

“What?”

“If a certain little girl got her jammies on and teeth brushed right away without fussing.” It didn’t take long to get ready for bed, and soon she was out like a light. I pulled out my phone.

Me: And she’s asleep

Whit: Now you can relax

Me: Yeah, not going to make it much longer myself.

Whit: Get a good night’s sleep, babe. ??

Me: You too.

Whit: Skipper wants to know if her friend can come over and play tomorrow night? Maybe have dinner with Skipper’s mommy?

Me: Maybe, will see how well I hold up tomorrow.

Whit: Ok, but all the more reason to come over here and relax. ??

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“Whitney Maritime, how may I help you?… Dispatch office?… Certainly, one moment please.” I was getting the hang of my new job. I looked at the clock, 4:55, almost done for the day.

DING! I looked at my phone.

Whit: Almost done! Good first day?

Me: Yeah, getting the hang of it.

Whit: When you get done and walk out, look to your left.

Me: ?

Whit: Just do it ok?

When five pm rolled around, I shut my computer down and set the phones to unattended. My boss, Ginny, checked in with me and I headed out the door.

“Need a lift?” A familiar Jeep was parked next to the handicap space.

“Err, let’s see,” I said, climbing in. “Not walking six blocks to catch a bus, hoping I don’t miss it and then worry about picking up Madison before six. Yeah, I’m in.”

Whit smiled at me. “Skipper demanded that I come get you. She threatened to hack up a hairball in my face if Madison didn’t come over tonight.”

“Sure, she did.” I gave her a big eye roll for that whopper.

“Besides, this way I get to do this.” Her wonderful lips pressed themselves to mine. My heart fluttered again.

“Well, if that is the tax I have to pay to get a ride, then I want the worst accountant to do my taxes for me so I have to pay a lot.”

Whit snickered. “Nobody has ever asked me to be the worst tax accountant before, and so they could pay more. But in this case, I like it.”

We pulled out and headed to the preschool.

“How was work?” Whit kept stealing glances of me as she deftly navigated the rush hour traffic.

“Great, everyone was really friendly and helpful. I think I’m going to enjoy working there.”

“Way cool! See, I told you they were good people there. And I bet a lot of the crew came through the front door today as well.”

“Fredina, the gal I’m replacing, was a bit surprised to see them use the front door instead of the one by the break room.”

“I’m not. Who wouldn’t want to check out the hot blonde at the front desk?” A smirk crossed Whit’s face.

“Well, there is a rumor going around that the new hot blonde is seeing someone.”

“Already?”

“Well, I think I better get that one started anyway, otherwise I have a feeling some of them are going to hit on me.”

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The job was only temporary. Rosie wasn’t, therefore, entirely sure why she tired so hard to please. Another month and the effort she’d put in would be forgotten. Then she’d be back looking for work again.’Good riddance’,she thought.’I’ll go forever insane if I hear ‘Last Christmas’ again. George Michael has a lot to answer for.’

All the labels on the spray snow were facing outwards. The red swirling baubles hung delicately from the shelf hooks. Her reflection swung by. Rosie’s hands clamped down the fizz on the top of her hair. Trying not to look overworked was just one campaign she was losing. She smoothed the fizz into her light brown locks.

Rosie’s reflection oscillated back round. This time it wasn’t so bad, but the bauble still distorted her newly slender figure. Groaning at her bloated reddened image she turned her mind back to work.

From the corner of her eye, Rosie saw a shape move behind the till counter. Another customer lost in the drowning array of retail shopping. She sighs and moved to shoo them away. The customer shape soon took on the form of Rosie’s area manger, Martin.

At 5’5 Rosie isn’t short, but Martin stands a foot above her. His smiling hello takes the corner of her lips to new heights. Here’s the reason she works so hard. Her friendly workaholic area manager. Martin is just as dedicated as she is. Just as polite. Just as tired.

Others views of Martin oppose her own glowing praise, which of course, she keeps in her head. Impatient, angry, bad tempered, dickhead. All words used to describe him, but she can’t see it.

“Hello Rosie”

“Hello Martin”

“How are you?”

“I’m ok. How are you?”

“Fine, can’t complain.”

Formalities over, it was now time for the obligatory one-minute embarrassing silence.

“Ready for the long night?” Martin broke in.

“Martin! You’re here! Great,” Robbie sprang from the back door of the stockroom. He’d probably been listening. Martin was late again, as always.

“Hi Rob,” Martin turned from Rosie towards a suited and booted Rob. “Ready to leave, I see.”

“Yeah and thanks again for covering.” Rob called back already half way to the door.

“Cya.”

“Bye.”

Martin turned back to Rosie. He stared at her forest green eyes watching Robbie leave.’Rosie,’he said to himself, letting his thoughts circle around the collected memories of her.

“I heard the delivery I put together came today.”

“Yep, just in time for Robbie leaving,” Rosie smiled.

“Better crack on then.” A deep sigh followed, as he prepared to leave her. Then he was through the door and attacking the boxes with great alacrity.’Keep busy,’he thought; tearing aggressively at the first box,’the time will fly by’.

Rosie stared at the closed door. “Stupid Rosie,” she said quietly. The name Rosie to her did not sound as mature as she wanted to seem. It belied her age. Twenty two short years. Her breasts still strained under her shirt, her nipples indenting the fabric. Her hair still bahis firmaları had plenty of volume. Her lips still pink and full.

Martin was older than Rosie. A lot older, but for forty one he still had all the liveliness of a twenty year old. His smile creased his face, but it only made him seem generously warm hearted.’You’d think he’d at least look at me, even if he knew he couldn’t do anything,’Rosie thought, her confidence crumbling even more.

The night continued on, with weary late night Christmas shoppers idling around the store. Rosie was indifferently passed boxes from the stock room door to fill the shelves. Shimmering lametta, pine candles, tinsel, garlands and the other trappings of Christmas passed through her hands as she caught momentary glimpses of Martin.

A customer with an apologetic smile and remnants of a snow globe walked up to Rosie. From behind the small two-way glass in the stockroom door, Martin watched as Rosie dealt politely with this careless customer, thinking that he wouldn’t be so kind.

Martin’s eyes were glued to Rosie as she flitted around the store. Martin had observed how Rosie had only grown in beauty since she’d been working there. Her energetic working style had amplified her curvy supple figure.’She’s too young for you… more like your too old for her.’

Martin lifted another box off the pile. After opening it he immediately closed the lid. His finger tapped on the lid a few times. He twisted his head to look at Rosie through he glass again. He glanced at the resealed box several times while working, before picking it up and placing it to the side.

************

Rosie sighed heavily and smiled tiredly at the last leaving customers. The shutters came clunking down, as she turned the key. Back at the tills she started to empty the cash into the money bags. She wondered if Martin would come to help her.

Martin undid his belt and worked the zip of his trousers down. Millions of hairs reacted to his tantalizing proximity to Rosie. He had the next fifteen minutes while Rosie counted the change. He’d use the time to gaze, wank and cum.

Rosie flicked through the notes in Robbie’s till. Fives, tens, twenties… a dollar. “Robbie! You’re supposed to be the manager.” Rosie extracted the dollar and headed for the door. She’d have to let Martin deal with it.

The door smacked off Martin’s foot, only slightly nudging his penis still clasped in his hand.

“Shit!” Martin cried out before thinking.

“Martin?” Rosie said hesitantly.

“Errrr, yeah sorry Rosie there’s a huge box up against the door, give us a second and I’ll move it.”

Behind the door Martin was hot with panic and the aching need for release. He shuffled a box near the door and then ducked behind it, shoving his hard cock back into his trousers.

“Ok,” he quickly said.

Rosie carefully nudged the door a jar and feeling no resistance this time pushed it open.

“Martin?” Rosie stepped in but couldn’t see him.

“Mar… kaçak iddaa Oh, there you are,” Martin was leaning flustered behind the door.

“I found this dollar in Robbie’s till, I thought you should have it. Are you Ok? You look hot,” Rosie blushed.

Martin’s foot still throbbed, but he laughed and shook the box he was behind.

“No, just a heavy box.”

“Right… Is the delivery finished?”

“Pretty much, only artificial trees left now”

“What about this box here?” Rosie walked to a small box that sat alone on the stock room shelf. She opened the box and pulled out a stem of lush green leaves with white berries. She spun it in her fingers, knowing what it was.’Maybe he’ll ask?’ She thought.

“Mistletoe.” Martin’s voice came from behind Rosie. He breathed the word on the back of her hair. She hadn’t heard him approach. Her body froze with the uncertain anticipation of what was to happen next. He wondered desperately if the same images where running through her head. If she turned round now, she’d see his raging hard on urgently pushing against the zip of his trouser. He realised he didn’t care.

Martin closed the gap. Rubbing his painful aching lust away on the crest of Rosie’s accommodating bum. Reaching round to graze, cup and clutch at the welcoming softness of her breasts, he locked her arms to her sides. Clawing open her shirt, he tore down her black bra until deep pink nipples poked over the fabric.

“Martin!” Rosie called out in shock or lust, Martin couldn’t tell. Rosie’s head spun with the overwhelming sensation of her breasts being taken from her bra. Her manager’s thumbs eagerly circling her hardening nipples. His trousered cock thrusting into the cleft of her bum.

A frantic state of mind drove Martin uncontrollably on. The intense frustration he felt around her had been mounting for a long time. Did she know she stood to close too him, looked at him too long, brushed her bare arms against his too often, he wondered. Moving his hand down her stomach, he reached below her trousers to trace the top of her knickers.

Rosie’s soft body easily gave way to Martin’s rough round fingertips. Her thoughts were only of the excitement shaking through every muscle in her compliant body. Placing his hand in the middle of her back, he pushed, telling her body to bend. Rosie relented and rested over a box.

The sound of Martin unzipping his trousers however, shattered the delicate coloured glass of her excitement. Did he want her or a quick fuck? Did she care? She looked back at him. Martin caught her confused expression as he tugged at the top of her black trousers with a new desperation.

“Rosie… I need you”, was all he could say in a crumbled broken voice. Martin matched her stare. His cock bounced eagerly desiring the satisfaction it was being denied. She didn’t speak, but reached underneath herself and undid her trousers. The smooth fabric hissed as it slid over the plump orbs of her bum, and fell free of kaçak bahis her skin.

Martin’s fingers hooked the fabric of her white cotton knickers. She rationalised that the job was only temporary. Whatever came from this she knew she wouldn’t regret it. With her white knickers bunched, Martin placed his cock to her wet entrance. His hands parted her bum cheeks, as he watched his cock disappear into her cunt. It was the small moan from Rosie’s lips, however that sent pangs of sexual fire through his flesh.

Martin’s thrusts were shallow and slow. Exploiting the sensitive circle of her entrance. Manipulating it with the head of his cock, prolonging the first throb of pleasure. The rough cardboard box rubbed at Rosie’s raised nipples. Her body became taunt and stretched as she grasped the box. Her tension buckling the edge.

A tension that was released when Martin’s finally seated himself deep with Rosie’s cunt. The satisfaction of having his cock enclosed within Rosie expressed itself in his guttural groan. Her bum pressing against his groin, demonstrating he couldn’t pierce her flesh anymore. He held her hips while her nervous body shook.

Rosie’s breath caught on a succession of low moans. Martin began to rock. Her cunt rippled in response, trying to seep every last ounce of pleasure from his thrusts. His cock rubbed heavily on her walls bringing hot peaks of gratification that pooled in her stomach.

Reaching back Rosie felt his cock penetrate her opening. Feeling it corrupting her cunt caused her desire to swell. Spreading her juices and crooking her fingers she begin to circle her clit.

His hard bucks slapped against her bum. Her mouth was opening, panting from the intense thrill in her tensed thighs. Enticing every muscle to vibrate with excitement. Waiting between each wave of pleasure seemed to stretch her anticipation to breaking. Even though, in reality, it was only seconds before the crest of another wave hit her. She was never so aware of awaiting desire more than now.

Martin pumped frantically in and out, shaking from the force and tension of his building orgasm. He hears her tiny squeals. Sweet small Rosie, taking his cock. Her cunt swallowing it. He can see his cock disappearing into the tight grip of her entrance. His hands are tightening on her hips, forcing her back harder, while her cunt becomes tighter.

A long mewl that melted into a groan filled the stockroom. Rosie came hard around him. Martin could barely move his cock while Rosie’s orgasm squeezed vigorously around his hard on. He thrust against her bum. He pumped hard again. An intense orgasm exploded in his cock. A thick rush of cum streamed forth, deep into Rosie’s cunt. Relentlessly, warmly filling her. Still pulsing, his cock thrust once more, releasing more thick, sticky cum inside her.

Rosie groaned with her receding orgasm. She was revelling in the feeling of warm cum coating her cunt. The pulsing of Martin’s cock slowly gave way and so did the box. His cock slid from Rosie as they careered down with the crumpled box. Fake snow burst up in huge white jets. It slowly drifted down coating the pair. Martin brushed it from Rosie’s hair, pulling her in for a shamefully passionate kiss.

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Sammy Joe looked down to the street below her posh 12th floor window office. The evening traffic had built up and it was getting darker. She had to stay late at the office because her boss wanted her to oversee the new server being installed.

It was a blessing in disguise for her because the very same IT guy she had to manage that evening happened to be her lover.

She had called her husband an hour ago and asked him to pick the kids up from their school and not to wait for her for dinner. She’d be working late again.

Sammy loved her family, but she was struggling with how things were turning out, particularly with the lack of communication from her husband for the last half of their marriage. For Sammy, communication was the most important aspect of family life.

She felt stuck now, with an uninteresting husband for over nine years. After two kids in the first, happier four years, he had slowed down. He’d lost interest in everything from peppy talks to being flirty. Lately, even sex. What Sammy needed, what most women would expect too, was support, appreciation and attachment.

Blue-eyed Sammy wondered why her husband no longer thought she was pretty. A lot of men noticed her hour-glass figure. She’d overheard a few officemates talking about her body, plainly. The more polite ones said she had the best smile in the whole San Francisco. The less polite ones, the younger men in her office, talked more about her perfect 36C boobs.

Sammy was proud of her 5 foot, 7 inch body. It was trim. She never skipped the gym. Even there, she was noticed for her perky hard nipples that usually showed through her t-shirts. At 42, she still drew the kind of attention usually reserved for college coeds.

“Hellooo,” the familiar greeting was a pleasant thing for her ears. She turned from her office window to see her lover smiling at her.

Jack Paul was athletic, solidly built, and 5 feet, 9 inches tall. He was a rugged man of mixed race. His grand dad was an Asian Indian and his mother was Italian. His hair was black and his eyes were dark brown. Born in Italy, along with his parents, he moved to Florida when he was a toddler.

Like Sammy, Jack spent time in the gym. It kept his body fit. He looked more like a twenty year-old college kid, not thirty-six.

Jack wasn’t just physically attractive. His sweet words drew her canlı bahis in to him. They’d fallen in love in the first month of his joining her firm. Jack had the most important thing Sammy wanted badly and didn’t get at home anymore – appreciation.

Jack was so easy to talk to. He listened and he spoke his mind. When he did talk, he was clear and thoughtful. He supported Sammy during the tougher phases of her job, offering good advice when she asked. He sensed when she needed to take her mind off work and could pull her into long discussions about movies, songs, and other aspects of entertainment. Those breaks relieved her stress.

In one of their first tender moments, Jack had told her that he liked her smile, her eyes, and even the lovely mole just beneath her nose which he loved to lick when they were alone.

“What are you thinking about, Honey? I can install this box in a jiffy,” he said casually about installing the new server.

“See Jack, I don’t want you to fix it too soon.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“You don’t know why? You don’t want to spend time with me? It has been a week since we sat and talked for awhile,” Sammy pouted.

“Oh my god Honey, yessssss, I want to spend time with you and, well, the whole night with you if you are available. I can call home and tell my wife that I need to work through the night.”

Jack had no qualms about calling home to say he had an urgent IT issue to work on that couldn’t wait.

Jack Paul’s story was a bit different from Sammy’s. He loved his wife, but he had a large libido that she never understood or supported. He had always dreamt about a secret lover, one that could be romantic, a soul mate to understand him.

His wife lost interest in sex after their first child. He’d been celibate ever since. Some men were just unlucky, he thought. He’d never gone to a whorehouse. He was forced to release his sexual tensions all by himself — frequently masturbating.

“Well, I can’t spend the whole night. Maybe a couple of hours so we can talk for a bit. And you can kiss me too. Nothing beyond that, hehe,” Sammy giggled.

“Oh, I can kiss you? Then let me install this server and allow me to kiss you for the next two hours, deal?” Jack was a happy man.

“Then do it. As soon as you can,” Sammy urged.

After Jack installed the server, they went back to his bahis siteleri office to catch up on the day’s events and for a good night kiss.

Or so Sammy thought.

It was late after all, and they needed to get home to their families. In his office, sitting up against the desk, they kissed as usual, tender at first. They became passionate, soon sucking at each other’s tongues. Jack kissed her neck and then slipped his hand beneath her blouse to cup her breast.

His touch set off little explosions in her pussy. He gently pulled her shirt up to expose her white, supple 36C breasts and began to suck on her nipple.

“Oh my love, you know I love your perky hard nipples to death,” Jack whispered.

“Yes, i know darling.” Sammy was in ecstasy.

He started to pull her breast in, sucking its full roundness into his mouth.

“Ohh my god, it feels soooooo good,” Sammy whimpered as he switched to her other breast for the same treatment. Rockets were flying directly south. His touch was like electricity for her.

He tried to unsnap her bra, but she stopped him. “No my love, just kisses. You forgot? We will be late.” Sammy was a bit scared. After all, she thought they were just going to kiss.

“Jack? Please? I know if I let this go further we’ll never go home,” she whispered even though she wanted him badly inside her.

She pried his hands away but he only moved slid them under her shirt again, this time to rub her back and slowly work downwards to fondle her ass cheeks.

For Sammy, the sensation was exhilarating. She arched her back and started to moan.

Jack looked deep into her eyes and said, “I want to eat your pussy.”

Sammy wanted his mouth on her badly but somehow she resisted. “No baby, please…” But her eyes said ‘yes.’ What girl could resist a simple offer of pleasure?

Sammy was torn. Part of her wanted to go home because she knew that was the right thing to do. But the other part of her wanted to be eaten because, well, it felt soooo goood.

Jack began to unzip his pants. Sammy shook her head but she still followed his lead to an office chair where he sat her down.

He knelt and slowly began to take her pants and panties off, one leg at a time, until she was exposed in the bright fluorescent light of his office. When she looked down, his eyes were wide with anticipation.

She bahis şirketleri saw what he wanted. Her. He spread her legs apart and then gently spread her pink, pulsing lips apart for him to take all the glory in.

Sammy started to moan uncontrollably. She was wet already, waiting eagerly for his lips touch hers. His tongue lightly licked at her, sending fireworks up and down her body. Jack sucked her gently and then steadily harder as her body arched to meet each plunge of his tongue in her pussy.

She stared down between her own legs, watching him fucking her pussy with his tongue. The bright office lights illuminated his oral performance. That night, as always, his performance was outstanding.

As he sucked all the juices from within, tasting all of her, her legs tightened around his head. She writhed under his mouth

Jack took his fingers and began fucking her slowly, so slowly, feeling the heat inside of her. He moved faster and deeper to her g-spot, feeling the swollen spongy area.

“Ohh my love, take me…take me…” Sammy moaned. It had driven her crazy, the sensation of his fingers fucking her harder and harder. She arched her back again trying to deal with the pleasure he was giving her.

He moved up her body and they kissed as he fucked her g-spot. She shuddered and came, squirting fiercely and uncontrollably. Her legs snapped together because the orgasm was unbelievable. She squirmed in the chair, breathing heavily.

He gave her one minute to catch her breath before he began again, fucking her with his fingers, brushing against her g-spot, making her to squirm against his touch. He’d wrapped himself around her body to hold her close and the convulsions her next orgasm brought were so intense he felt them She began to squirt again uncontrollably, her juices dribbling down his hand and off his wrist onto the carpet.

They slid off the chair to the floor and held onto each other tightly. They lay there for over thirty minutes.

At some point, they must have fallen asleep. Sammy woke first.

“Oh my god, Jack! Wake up! It’s already ten o’clock. We need to run now. It’s getting really late!” Sammy panicked. They both sat up, fixed their clothes, and shared a deep kiss before hurrying outside.

In the parking lot they kissed again. They said goodnight and climbed into their cars for the drive home to their families. As they drove they shared the same thoughts. They were each grateful for the time and the pleasure they had shared, grateful too that they could be there for each other in the way they both needed.

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Interviews always make me nervous. I guess that’s true for everybody, but sitting here in this office waiting for my name to be called I really don’t care about how anyone else feels about it. I watch the secretary that I am hoping to replace file through paperwork looking tired, weary, and ready to leave. I try to look calm and collected while tensing and relaxing my thighs. I now regret wearing the white knee high stockings because my calves are itchy with a slight veneer of sweat, but they look good with the Mary Jane’s that I’m wearing. I suddenly regret the choice of shoes, however, worrying that 3 inch heels may not be professional enough for this office. I take a shaky finger and trace the big, brown flowers on my ankle length black skirt.

“Jessica, Mr. Richards will see you now,” the secretary announces in a perky voice, startling me. I stand, adjust my white button-down top, and take a deep breath as I walk towards the giant, menacing door. I suddenly think that maybe I should take down my hair. I once knew a guy who found it very sexy when I put my hair up in a sloppy bun with a clip, but I wonder if this makes me look a little too severe. I start moving my hand up to my hair as the giant door suddenly swings open. I whip my hand back down to my side as I stare right into a pair of beautiful, deep blue eyes.

“Hello. Come on in. I’m sorry I had you waiting out there so long. I know that can only make you more nervous,” he laughs as he says this, displaying a comforting, somewhat goofy smile as his eyes twinkle with a curious delight. I eye the black suit he’s wearing. With a white shirt and a red tie, he sports a simple power look. I slide into the office in the small space he leaves between himself and the door jam and take notice of his towering height (of course, at 5′ 3″ everyone towers above me), and his broad shoulders. Something inside of me wants to poke the slight softness of his stomach that comes with men his age.

“Have a seat, Ms. Oppenheimer. Is that right?” he asks as he flashes his gracious smile at me once again. I’m lost in a segment of fantasy, imagining running my fingers through his thick, dark brunet hair as his head hovers between my quivering thighs.

“Um…eh…yeah. Oppenheimer, that’s right. Please, call me Jessica…if you like,” I can feel my cheeks heat up with a blush as my response stumbles out of my mouth. He walks behind his desk and takes a seat, the power seat. He takes my application out of his desk drawer setting it on the desk as I take notice of his large, work-roughened hands. I start tensing and relaxing my thighs again, but this time for a different reason.

“Now, tell me about your job history. It says here your last job was at a car dealership?” he questions me so professionally. I try to steady my voice and concentrate as I describe my past duties, but I can still feel the heat in the flush of my cheeks and it makes me even more nervous. I’m suddenly aware of the roundness of my perky, young breasts underneath my conservative top. I can feel the hardening bahis firmaları of my nipples as I watch his long, rough fingers toy with my application.

“Excuse me, I just made a fresh batch of coffee. Does anybody want some?” the damn perky secretary interrupts my inner fantasy and my outer qualification description. I figure that something to hold would probably calm me a little bit.

“Sure. Can you just make mine black?” I respond, almost sharply.

“Can you put a little cream in mine? Thank you,” he answers in his smooth, rich voice.

The secretary pops out, and I turn back to him to find him staring intently at me.

“I…uh…,” I stumble yet again. By this point, I’m sure he thinks I must have a speech impediment.

“Um…you were describing your past work experience,” he reminds me as he snaps out of some secret thought. I continue speaking, as I wonder if he finds me attractive. I start doing all the little unconscious flirtatious movements that women do. I motion to my breasts as I speak, rub my thigh, and start slowly twirling my foot. The secretary pops back into the office with the coffee, and leaves hurriedly to answer the ringing phone. I start to take a sip, but I notice the light color of my coffee.

“I’m sorry, I believe she gave me yours,” I tell him as I stand up to give it to him.

“Ah, so she did,” he says as he also stands. Surprised by his rising, I drop the coffee mug on the desk, soaking my application and splashing his pants.

“Oh my god, I am sorry!” I exclaim as I feel my possible position here slipping away from me. I grab some paper towels that are sitting on a side table and run over to him trying to pat his pants dry.

“It’s alright,” he laughs as he looks down at me on my knees pawing at his crotch.

“Oh…I’m sorry…uh…here,” I say nervously as I hand him the towels, blushing an even deeper shade of red.

“Well, it’s quite alright,” he whispers as he smiles down at me. However, this time it’s a different smile. A flirtatious, inviting smile. He reaches out his hand to help me up to my feet. I take it, and start to stand as I trip and fall against him. I push him down into his seat and fall on top of him. He laughs as I struggle to get up, and I notice the hardness in his crotch.

“You know Jessica,” he whispers into my ear as he pulls me toward him, “You’re very cute, especially when you’re blushing.” My breath catches in my throat as I realize I didn’t imagine the flirtation in his voice. My shock is obviously apparent on my face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” he mumbles nervously.

“No, it’s okay. You’ve got a very sexy smile,” I return the compliment hopefully in a soft shy voice. I decide to be daring. I lean forward and kiss him, reaching my hand up into the hair at the back of his neck and sliding my fingers through it. He returns my kiss aggressively, sliding his arms around my waist and caressing my behind with his large, cool hands. I slide my knees into the chair, straddling him. His hands move up my blouse, kaçak iddaa grazing my back with his rough palms and moving them to my stomach. One hand slides out of my blouse and moves to unbutton the conservative garment. I settle my throbbing pussy down onto his crotch and feel his hardened cock. As he slips my top off over my shoulders, I start to grind against him. He moans deeply, as he unhooks my bra, freeing my swollen breasts. He massages one of my breasts with his hand, scraping his rough palm against my pointed nipple. I untie his tie, unbutton his shirt, and start kissing his chest slowly as I look up at him. His eyes meet mine and he smiles, almost embarrassed.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers, almost apologetically. Again, I flush with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. This really isn’t normal for me to do. You just, I don’t know, inspire such action,” he whispers, laughing softly. I’m reluctant to leave his lap, even though I know I should. I catch his eyes again, as we both pause expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I slide out of his lap. “You’re a very attractive man. I’m sure you have office personnel hitting on you all the time,” I laugh, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Not really,” he chuckles, “I guess I’m a little too old for the girls around here.”

“No, not at all,” I whisper as I chuckle softly. I run my fingers down his chest, and he grabs me and pulls me back into his lap. He kisses me roughly, and slides his hands over my back to find the zipper of my skirt. The sweet sound of unzipping sings in my ears, as I lay against his chest once again, feeling his racing heartbeat. I slide down his lap to let the skirt drop below me, and then slide down to the floor to unzip his pants. I reach inside and pull out his throbbing cock. A wave of desire floods over me, as I tease the tip with my tongue. My hair still clipped up, my glasses sliding down my nose, I watch him enjoying this act. He moans deeply as I take the whole head of his cock into my mouth and suck softly. I slide his cock into my mouth deeper, as I play with one of my breasts. He starts breathing faster as I slide his cock in and out of my pouty lips, sucking harder. He reaches down, grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me back up into his lap. I straddle him once more and feel his rock hard cock sliding against my soaked panties, eagerly searching for an entrance. I tease his cock this way for awhile as he sucks on my breasts, biting them softly. He lifts me up and lays me on his desk. He slides my panties off, toss them somewhere in the mess of my conservative outfit, and drops down to his knees. He kisses and sucks my inner thighs, filling me with intense pleasure, as shown by the liquid gushing from my pussy. He stands, takes one of my hands and uses it to massage one of my breasts.

“You’re a very beautiful girl,” he whispers as he smiles sheepishly at me. I giggle with utter pleasure, as he moves my own hand down my stomach and between my thighs. He uses my hand to massage my clit and I feel the wet, sticky kaçak bahis flood in my pussy. I yearn for him to be inside of me.

“Oh god,” I breathe up at him, as desire dances upon every nerve-ending in my body. He takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, sucking the juices off my fingers. Then he slides his throbbing cock into my flooded pussy. I shudder with pleasure as I feel the walls of my pussy struggle to expand wide enough to swallow his massive cock. He slides in and out of me slowly at first as he lowers down to kiss my breasts. I bite my lip trying to stay quiet, and yet I want to scream out with pleasure. He slides in and out faster now.

“Harder,” I moan my command. He starts pumping harder, pounding against my pussy. I clench my teeth, trying desperately not to cry out and alert the whole office of our actions. I can feel the heat in my pussy building into an orgasm. And suddenly, the phone rings. He pauses abruptly. I open my eyes to find him eyeing the phone nervously.

“Oh god, the real world’s calling. It’s my secretary,” he whispers, “Shh.” He answers the phone, “Yes Carlie?”

“Mr. Bradley is here to see you. Would you like me to buzz him in?”

“Oh shit. It’s my boss,” he mumbles to me. “Just give me a moment to finish up with Jessica. The interview is almost complete,” he tells his secretary while trying to keep his voice steady and friendly. I muffle a giggle.

“Yes sir, Mr. Richards.” He slides out of me, clumsily retrieving his clothes from the floor. His hands shake nervously as he slips on his shirt and tries to button it. Strangely calm, I slide off the desk and reach out to button his shirt for him. He laughs gently as he reaches out one of his great, coarse hands to caress one of my bare hips. As I finish buttoning, he slides his arms around me and pulls me close to him.

“I’m sorry for the, eh, interruption,” he murmurs into my ear. I pull away, laughing, and collect my clothing from the floor when I notice a particular article missing.

“I can’t find my panties,” I whisper.

“I slipped them in my drawer. You don’t mind if I keep them, do you?” he asks me flashing his goofy grin.

“Sure, but that means you have to buy me another pair,” I laugh, winking at him. We both finish dressing quickly. I try to breathe evenly to slow my rapid heartbeat. I take notice of the coffee stain on his pants that started us down this path. He sees me peering at the stain.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s something to remember this day by,” he quips, while pointlessly brushing at the spot. “Well…um…I couldn’t possibly deny you the position,” he says to me, laughing, “I’m sure you’ll do a fine job. Can you start Monday?”

“Absolutely. Thank you,” I respond, giggling. He then walks me over to the once menacing door, gives me a quick kiss on the lips, and opens it.

“Thank you for coming in Ms. Oppenheimer. I’ll see you Monday,” he says in a friendly, professional voice almost too loudly. I slip passed him out the door and just slightly graze his body with my own. I slowly walk towards the elevator as I watch him reach out to shake his boss’s hand, smiling at the thought of what that hand was doing only moments prior. Before they go into his office, he flashes me a quick, filthy grin.

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Part 1 – Clive

From the moment I set eyes on Ian’s girlfriend, I knew I would sodomize her. I simply knew it. It wasn’t just that I wanted to—I certainly did—but I also understood her inner submissiveness and saw that I could lure her in, make her ache, make her beg.

She and Ian shared the same happy-go-lucky naiveté. I would even say they made a cute pair. Too cute, really and perhaps I envied them for it. Perhaps I resented them for it— their youthful love. Ian’s girlfriend had that eye-catching rosy glow to her skin in her face, in her arms and legs. I adored her freckles. Absolutely adored them. They covered her entire body and seemed to clustered and darken in places—the sun’s doing, I’m sure. Even when I first met her I could see there was immense feeling in her large brown eyes. She was curvy but quite fit— especially her legs, with an appetizing, firm ass. Her face and cheeks still seemed to retain attractive traces of baby fat and had a sanguine blush to them. Her red hair was tied back into a ponytail that was slightly tight and when she kissed Ian deeply and passionately it was as if she were pained to let him go even for just a few hours. Something dark stirred in me.

Ian himself was one of my new interns at the firm and a funny, likeable young man. It seemed everyone liked him, actually. He was certainly brighter than most of his peers. He was energetic, had a great sense of humor, and could hold his own even if he seemed nervous at times. He was somewhat tall, lanky really, and had shaggy hair He was charmingly nerdy. In some ways, he reminded me of myself twenty-five or thirty years ago: intelligent but innocent and impressionable. I would enjoy toying with him, too.

I had stopped for coffee just outside the building before work that morning I saw them together for the first time. They had coffees in their hands, too, and she was wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeve button down shirt and some sort of ugly black work shoes. I took it she was working in one of the restaurants around here. Yet my eyes couldn’t help but linger on her shapely hips and the curve of her butt underneath her dark uniform pants.

I waited till they separated then sped up, and hooked my arm around Ian shoulder briefly, then quickly released him. I had surprised him and could feel the fright in his body. He felt surprisingly frail, or timid. “There’s my boy! How’d your first week at the firm go?”

“Hey, Mr. Prince! You surprised me. It was good, really—not actually as… I don’t know… exhausting or something as I would have expected it, but fast-paced. Intense at times.”

“Oh you’ll learn fast. Sink or swim and you’re gonna swim. I’m sure of it. It’ll take a couple weeks to adjust, though. Who was that beauty you were with? Already knee deep in it, eh?”

“Oh,” he blushed, “that’s my girlfriend, Aubrey. She works at a fancy restaurant down there.” He pointed down toward the Harbor.

“What’s she doing at a restaurant when there’s so much down here? If she’s even half as bright as you, any employer would die to have her!”

Ian laughed embarrassedly and explained that they had just moved there. They were tight on cash and needed to put a deposit down for an apartment rental so Aubrey had to take the first job possible. I pried further and found out which restaurant she worked at—a steakhouse not far from the office. I’d been there countless times and would surely be meeting Aubrey there in the future.

In the weeks to come, I took Ian under my wing. If not because I liked him, then just because I was able to mold him and direct his growth. I enjoyed that he listened. He was an adept pupil, potentially even a protégé—and he would listen to just about anything I told him.

“I always feel like my mind’s sharper if I go for a run in the morning before work.” I once told him. “The hour or so less sleep is worth it.”

Needless to say, a little over a week later, he reported back to me that running in the mornings had put him in a great mood before work and felt like a million bucks for it. “I don’t even feel like I need my morning coffee!” he had told me.

I tried it again. I told him that wearing a red tie signified dominance, and that it was a subtle sign of arrogance as an intern and it may rub some of the higher-ups the wrong way. I continued to wear red ties, and he stopped altogether. I even mentioned that I thought he looked “very professional” with his hair slightly parted to the side and he started wearing it that way all the time.

Of course, this was sort of a game I played with interns. After all, they were paid (badly) and if either me or any of the other upper management didn’t get along with any of them, they would be gone in an instant. Most understood this and were generally deferential and even obedient, one could say. With Ian, it was bordering on submissive. The few times I had observed Ian and Aubrey together, it seemed like they loved each other desperately. It was illegal bahis as if they submitted wholly to one another—endearing and touching, but I could not understand how two people so fragile could be so fully enraptured with one another.

So I began going to the restaurant Aubrey worked at. The general manager knew me and the boys decently well and the waitstaff often joked with me. I think they’d be out of business in a day without all of us who worked in finance. Besides, we tipped well.

“Hey Clive!” a hostess named Alice shouted as she saw me. She was the only one there who called me by my first name, and it was because of something that happened a year or so ago.

I’d once drunkenly fucked Alice after having drinks here with some colleagues. Alice was about 30 or so, straight brown hair and a biggish aquiline nose but was cute enough. Very sociable. It was about a year ago and after knocking back a few cocktails, I got her to come back to my place. She’d started blowing me in the taxi back and carelessly—furiously— made me cum in her mouth shortly after we got to my studio. She didn’t care though. She squatted onto my face, fondled and blew me until I got hard again, happily impaled herself on my shaft and rode me until she came about three times, then rolled right off and went out like a light.

Alice was type of person whom anyone could fuck, but she’d always get something out of it for herself. She was the type of person who knew how to use while being used. Neither brilliant nor powerful nor even particularly likeable, she was resilient and I respected her for that. Ever since that night though, I guess she’s thought we were friends.

“Good afternoon, Alice. What do you think of that new girl you’ve got here. Aubrey.”

“Suuuuper cute girl. Everyone likes her, she’s a real fast learner. I don’t think she’ll survive.” She burst out laughing. “Why? Let me guess: Mr. Prince Charming wants to sit in her section?”

I gave her a smile and looked intently at her. She gave in.

“Oh, fine!” Alice said. “But you have to promise me you’ll get a drink with me again.”

“Can’t promise that, Alice.”

She pouted. “Fine. Well will you at least come in for drinks with your guys one of these days? You guys tip the best. And besides, you know you love us.”

“Deal.”

“Boom, done! Well, follow me!” she led me to a quiet table by the window in the back of the restaurant and I saw freckled arms picking up dishes from an older couple at a nearby table. Perfect.

“Oh and one thing, Alice.” I held her by the arm, “If I do come up in conversation, don’t mention my last name or where I work.”

Alice laughed, “You’re the devil, you know that? She has a boyfriend. They even live together.”

I gave her a knowing smile. “I’ve heard. Just don’t mention the firm of my name yet, ok? I’d be… grateful.” I’d let the implication pique her imagination and persuade her to behave.

After having a seat I struck up an easy conversation with Aubrey and we got along well. I’d purposely gone late to lunch knowing it would be slow enough to carry a conversation. She told me that she and Ian had moved there after graduating college in Connecticut for jobs. I, of course, did not let her know Ian worked under me but I did let her know that I was well-established in the industry.

“Oh, my boyfriend works in finance too, here downtown too! Maybe you know him? What company do you work for?”

Adorable. She truly was an unspoiled, inexperienced girl. “Goldman.” I lied. I couldn’t have her knowing I was her boyfriend’s boss.

“Oh, right, that’s not who he works for” her smile evaporated and she lost some of her exuberance but continued on. “Well, you probably wouldn’t know him anyway. He’s just an intern and all these companies are so huge. I mean look at these buildings! I’m from a small town and this is sort of crazy to me. Exciting though.”

I drank in her minute features—the slight cleft chin, the crookedness of three or four of her small bottom teeth, the very, very fine peach fuzz on her arms and a tiny brown mole just to the right of her right eye. I loved her naiveté and how she would laugh nervously after speaking or when I’d ask her a provocative question.

I flattered her, teased her, made her feel safe let her know that if she were ever in need of anything, I could offer her support. I told her I had a beach house less than an hour away from where she had grown up and told her to let me know next time she and her boyfriend were up there.

She talked about this boyfriend— Ian of course, but she didn’t realize I knew him—a lot and it seemed a large part of her identity and experiences had been formed around him. They had met and started dating as college freshman and had lived together for some time, and they’d moved here so he could kickstart his career in finance. She expressed that she was tired of working in restaurants but was uncertain about finding a career-focused job for herself here illegal bahis siteleri and the restaurant gigs at least paid some bills. She’d gotten her degree in communications and said that the jobs were really competitive and the internships didn’t pay.

I allowed her to catch me drawing my eyes up and down the length of her body as she came and went from my table. I wanted her to know that I was a pig. I was right about her after all: she saw me eye-fucking over and over again and still kept coming back to talk more with me, looking into my eyes with what I thought—and hoped—was a forbidden desire to be desired by a rich, older man.

One thing she said her relationship with Ian really caught my attention. “I feel like we’re a perfect team but sometimes I just wish we met later in life,” she told me about moving here, “there are just so many things I feel I want to do before like settling down or getting married and having kids.”

“With travel? Work? Seeing other men?”

“Travel, definitely. I mean, all of the above I guess.” She laughed and blushed. “I feel like we found each other so young but there still like—so much more.”

“You’re young, there’s plenty of time to do all that. Life is entirely ahead of you, and you should embrace that—even the feeling of uncertainty that can be nerve-wracking and scary. I truly miss it now. That uncertainty of youth. Seeing the world, the ups and downs of a career, and of course the excitement of relationships and intimate relations you will have—it’s all ahead of you. No need to panic or overwhelm yourself.” I touched her on the arm. “The uncertainty is to be embraced.”

“Well, yeah. Yeah, definitely, and I’m definitely excited. I just don’t know about the jobs here for me or relationships and like… intimate stuff now that I’m with Ian, my boyfriend.”

“Even with him in your life. You can be with him and still experience all of that, Aubrey. The world can and will offer you just about anything you could ever want.” I allowed my eyes linger on hers, then allowed them to bore into her with the lust smoldering inside me as I entertained a flash of fantasy—or perhaps a vision— of her lying on her back with disheveled hair and pleading eyes, beads of sweat breaking on every inch of flesh across her face and body as I rock slowly in and out of her swollen, aching cunt and she urgently whispers my name—

Behind her lips, I saw her tongue move in her mouth. She closed her mouth and swallowed quietly without saying anything. “Well, listen.” I broke the silence. “Email me your resume, I’ll take a look and let’s meet to see what work you’re looking for here.” I patted my jacket “Silly me, I don’t have any business cards on me.” I of course did, but couldn’t let her see that I had deceived her about where I worked. I wrote my email number and first name on a napkin and handed it to her. “I’ve been established in this city a long time and can definitely find you something stable and paying.” She took the card in her delicate hand and smiled. “And, no dessert for me, honey, but I’d love coffee and the check.”

Perhaps she understood. Perhaps she anticipated that she would soon be on her knees doing everything I wanted her to do. I’d known women like Aubrey in my life, but not recently. The innocent youth steered clear of me, it seemed, because for sweet girls like Aubrey the game was over before it even began.

“Well, I’ve got to be back to work.” I told her after paying my bill. I stood and put my hand—rather boldly— on her hip. I notice for the first time how small she seemed. I was only 6 inches taller than her, but something about her made it seem like I towerd over her. “It was a pleasure to meet a smart, beautiful woman such as yourself, Aubrey. Let’s talk over coffee but I see you here again?”

“Yep, definitely. I’ll be here a lot. I work most lunches, and like Thursday and Friday nights too. Thanks so much, Clive! I’ll email you that stuff for sure and we’ll talk soon!”

“Wonderful. I’ll see you soon.” I slowly placed my arm at her hips and guided her body subtly toward me, then away from me as I stepped sideways from the table. I let my eyes meet hers and linger a little too long as she broke out into a nervous laugh and mumbled about me being too kind. I’d left her a $50 tip. She knew what I wanted and judging by her behavior, I’d bet she was going to let me have it the very first time I asked.

She got back to me pretty quickly, emailing a somewhat sad resume, which I looked over. I replied to her with advice on how to pad it, embellish her achievements and advised her on phrasing. I told her to have a couple printed copies and to meet at a café near her restaurant at 4:30 on Thursday. She replied, saying that she would.

When we met, she’d just got off work her hair was somewhat frizzed and a couple strands had come lose and kept falling into her face. She looked at me with her shimmering brown eyes, peering intently over the soft curve of her canlı bahis siteleri nose. She smelled a little like a steakhouse for sure, but her natural scent was potent, and it was working me up. As we talked about her career goals, the type of work she liked to do and what firms she’d thought of applying to, my head was filling with obscene ideas of what I wanted to do to her, and what I would soon be doing to her. It was just a matter of time.

I told her I knew the director of marketing and communications, Dave, at one of the PR firms that works with us. I knew they were expanding and hiring quickly and Dave trusted me so I was pretty sure I could get her the job.

“Do you really think I stand a chance?” She asked with a smile she just couldn’t hide. Her eyes were wide, glimmering with hope.

“With my recommendation, Aubrey, I don’t think anyone else would stand a chance.”

We went our separate ways and on Friday, I made sure the younger guys were headed out to a club after work so that I’d be sure Ian would go with them. I brought Scott, one of the other managing directors, back to the restaurant for some steak and drinks after work. Scott was a decent guy—bearded, older and a little overweight but knew how to have fun and was a lot worse than me a decade or so ago. Plus he was a little bit of a horn dog too, so I knew he’d be of some help.

“One of my interns is dating that beauty over there.” I told him as I met Aubrey’s eye across the room and gave a warm smile. “She’s got some unseen kink to her, I can tell. I need you to help me to get her to show it.” Scott agreed and grinned mischievously.

“Oh and put this away,” I turned over his leather portfolio that said had the firm’s name engraved in the corner. “I can’t have her suspecting I’m her boyfriend’s boss.”

The restaurant stopped taking new customers and closed everything but the bar. We were still there, of course, and Alice had joined us. Alice had already finished and was on her third beer, and Scott and I’d had more than a few and had done a shot with Alice. I could tell Aubrey was almost done.

“Aubrey! Come join us!” I exclaimed when I could see her finishing cleaning up her tables.

“Yeaaaah Aubrey, come, come.” said Alice.

“Ok ok, guys. Almost done! What are you guys up to?”

“Just discussing anal pleasure, my dear.” Scott responded without missing a beat. “An area of expertise for you?”

She turned crimson and started laughing nervously.

“Oh leave her alone!” Alice shouted, “She’s new and you’re already bullying her. We weren’t even talking about that!” We weren’t. Scott was just doing me a favor.

“Oh that’s OK I can handle these guys,” Aubrey fought back, her face still red. ” And no it’s not an area of expertise, Mr.—”

“Spade. Call him Scott and sorry about him. His mother never taught him manners.”

“No worries. I have thick skin. And besides my boyfriend doesn’t really like that. He thinks it’s dirty or demeaning to women so it hasn’t really been an issue. Not that’ I’d be opp— I mean..” She stopped herself.

“Oooooh! Innocent Aubrey’s not so innocent!” Alice shouted. She was obviously drunker than we were.

“What, you’re curious?” I asked, looking her straight in the eye.

“Well not necessarily. I mean regular sex is fantastic enough.” She fidgeted nervously with her sleeve.

“Anal’s amazing, Aubrey. Really. Trust me. Trust. Me.” Alice stressed her voice. How the hell did she get so drunk? She was being obnoxious but I liked where it was going. “I think guys think girls don’t like it. But I fucking like it more than them! That’s what I’d say! I cum hard every time. So. Hard. It’s ok, Innocent Aubrey—I’m the slutty one.”

“I mean I’ve tried some things. Like toys and fingers and I know. I’m really not that innocent, you guys don’t realize it, just because I look like it.”

I felt something stir within me. “I’d agree with Alice,” I said. “Women seem to love it even more than me. And Ia—your boyfriend’s never given you the experience of that exquisite pleasure?” I gazed at Aubrey, my insides burning thinking about what I could do to her. I’d almost accidentally said Ian’s name.

She looked right back at me, laughed and swallowed. “We don’t really talk about it. I don’t think he knows I have those toys. I mean I know he doesn’t—I sort of hide them.”

“What kind of toys?” I asked. Alice and Scott had turned to order another drink. They knew what I was up to.

“Oh just like a vibrator. And a tiny plug.” She laughed again. “Well, anyway, I..” she looked around the room nervously and glanced back at me.

“That’s a very good start. That’s how I’ve always started with women. When a woman takes the real deal, it’s an all-consuming almost out-of-body experience. When she lets me into her completely and submits in the most intimate way possible, it consumes her with pleasure. I’m sure you’ll discover it with the person you’re meant to. In good time, Aubrey.”

She was gazing at me with her mouth slightly agape and her chest rising and falling steeply. “Can I get you a drink?” I asked her, and put my arm on her outer hip. She gave way a little, folded into me slightly and nodded. “Yes,” she replied quietly.

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Having grown up on a farm in South Dakota, I realized at age 8 that was not the life for me. The chores, dealing with smelly animals that had to be fed pretty much all the time and living out in the middle of nowhere, all equaled a desire to go west and make a life for myself there. So when I turned 18 I packed all my belongings into my beat up ’75 Ford F-100 and started out for that which I wanted so badly: The Hollywood dream. I wanted to become the next Johnny Depp and have the money, fame and women that accompanies such a celebrity status.

However the reality was far different. I arrived in San Diego 3 days later with $500.00 to my name, my dog Scooter (He’s a basset hound that looks like Flash from the old Dukes of Hazard show) and things in the back of my truck which weren’t much; just some more clothes that were in a Hefty bag (I didn’t have a suitcase) and pictures of my mom, dad and the homestead.

After arriving I went out and got the first flea dump apartment I could find. It was called “El Lobo” or as I later found out “The Wolf”. Not much was there except for a few crackheads who seemed to constantly roam the hallways for a fix and a neighbor woman I like to refer to as “Crazy Jane”. She was always hollering and telling me that the Government planted a device in her head so they could monitor her thoughts. I kinda did my best to stay away from that one.

I settled in quickly and got a job right away as a janitor at a studio that makes porno flicks. My first day on the job I saw Johnny Long himself sitting with a blonde-haired woman I didn’t recognize right away. She was 5’2″ or 5′ 3″ and had a pale blue robe on that wasn’t tied around the waist. Her breasts were at least a C cup and the robe strained to hold her natural endowments in. I gave Johnny the thumbs up sign when he glanced over in my direction for a second, but he looked at me like I was a retard. My boss shouted “O’Neill get back to work or you’re fired!” So I, Travis O’Neill put the mop to the floor and scrubbed away, peering up now and again to see Johnny and the blonde. I also attempted to try and conceal my growing erection but know I failed miserably.

When it was time for my break I went into the men’s bathroom to relieve myself when I heard a voice. ” I saw you looking at me earlier and think you’re kinda cute” I whirled around, my manhood sticking out and my jaw almost hitting the floor. It was the blonde who was with Johnny earlier and now she was here with me!!! “Would you like it if I sucked on your nice long cock?” I nodded dumbfoundedly! Back in South Dakota I only ever had sex with one girl, Jenny Lou, and I don’t think it counted ’cause I came before I got it all the way inside her. She kicked me out of her house and told me to come back when I could go longer than 3 seconds. I was too ashamed and never, ever did get the courage up to see her again. But here now I could redeem myself. I nodded to this very cute girl and she took me by my hand into the stall. “Ok sit here baby and I’ll take care of the rest.

I looked down and she had an evil glimmer in her eye. She smiled up at me and stuck out her tongue. With her right hand she held my cock at it’s base and then placed the tip of her tongue on my cock’s head. “Oh baby you have such a nice cock, do you know that?” And then without another word she started licking up and down the length of the shaft. I groaned and let out a soft yelp as her warm mouth and tongue began to please me.

She then moved down to my balls licking and tonguing them feverishly before going back up bahis firmaları the underside of my now fully hardened cock and taking it all the way in her mouth. She seemed to work a kind of magic on me; her lips pursed around my member and her free hand jacking me as she bobbed up and down on it. I tried to think of other things that would make it so I wouldn’t cum so quickly like nuns or dead seals or god knows what but I just wanted that feeling to last forever. “MMMMMMMMMMMMM GOD I’M CUMMING!!!!!!” I managed to grunt before spewing my warm seed inside her mouth. I always heard women spit and not swallow but this gal looked at me, winked and gulped down my juicy load.

“Thank you so much cutie,” she said after standing up. “I needed to practice my “skills” and you seemed like a guy who could use a blowjob.”

I just smiled at her like the dumb 18 year old kid I was and told her she was welcome. A month later I got fired from that job when my boss caught us fucking in the bathroom stall.

From there I went and started acting in small theater groups around town, trying to hone my skills while working on the side as a telemarketer to pay the bills. The money was good there and Scooter and I moved into a nice apartment a few months later. My life was really super at that point but I still needed just a bit more money so I applied to be an Ice Cream truck driver. Within the week of applying I was out on my route which was 3 blocks in southern San Diego. Scooter, being my only bud and pal in the world, would ride in the front seat as we made our rounds serving ice cream to all the neighborhood kids.

One day a little boy about 5 came up with a wad of single dollar bills in his hand a big smile on his face. “I want butterfinger bar,” he said in a little guy voice.

I reached into the freezer and produced one butterfinger bar which I handed to him after receiving $2 as payment. “Here you go son, enjoy your ice cream,” I said. When I lifted my head I saw a woman of about 25 or 26 behind him. She was 5′ 9″, with brown hair, blue eyes and a beautiful face with a body to match. To say I was knocked off my feet would have been an understatement!!!

“Hey Shawnie couldn’t you wait up for your old mom just for a second?” She said laughing. She then looked up at me and said, “Well, since my son is having something I think I should too. Hmmmmmm what do you have that’s good?”

I felt a lump start to form in my throat as she looked directly into my eyes while saying that. “Well we have Sherbet, chocolate bars, snicker bars, ice cream cookies, push ups, nutter butters..”

She then lowered her head to my chest; I watched intently the whole time with my gaze fixed on her. “Well…Travis, you wouldn’t happen to have a cherry pop would you?” Oh she was looking at my name tag! I could have slapped my own forehead and would have but now she was flirting with me and that put a whole new spin on things!!

“Cherry Pops?” I replied. “I don’t think we have that flavor ma’am.” She then leaned down and told her son in a soft voice to go play with his friends in the yard next door. Then raising up she looked at me and said, “I’m sure you MUST have a cherry pop in there somewhere! Can I come in and look?”

My breath was in short gasps now and my eyes grew to the size of saucers. She was hitting on me and I loved it!! “Sure come on in around the back,” I tried to say in the calmest, coolest voice possible. I opened the door and she stepped into the back of the van. When she stepped up I noticed her legs were so tanned and firm kaçak iddaa along with the rest of her. And clearly she too was looking me up and down, cause 18 years on a farm will give you a body most men can only dream of.

In the back of the van with the ice cream freezers, barely one person can be comfortable; with two you have a tight fit and she and I both seemed to like it very much that way. “Oh I DO think you have a cherry pop here after all honey!” Her hand found my cock and began rubbing it through the material of my jeans. Let’s see what I’ll find if we take those things off.”

She winked at me and began to unbuckle my belt. I took my hands and began to rub her breasts as she was taking my pants down, then with one quick movement she grabbed her shirt on either side, lifted it off and dropped it onto the floor. Her hands then found the clasp on her bra and unhooked it, then tossed it down in the pile with her shirt and my jeans. “Thanks, I would have been collecting my social security before I got that thing undone” I said trying to be funny, but she didn’t laugh. She was now too busy getting down on her knees and too focused on my growing cock.

Granted, I don’t have the biggest, thickest or longest cock in the world but I make the most with what I have. 6′ 1/2″ inches of very hard man meat and 3 fingers thick with a slight, upward curve. I just hoped this time I wouldn’t cum before getting the head inside and one short pump.

“Wow!” She exclaimed!!, “You’ve got a very nice cock!” And then she proceeded to cram it all into her mouth, sucking greedily up and down like a prisoner having his last meal. I felt my toes curl and sat back on one of the freezers, then looked up to see Scooter sitting quietly in his seat, eyeballing me and wondering just what the hell was going on there. I smiled at the pup and then stroked this girl’s hair as she slurped and sucked me so nicely. “Oh god that feels so fucking good how you do that!!”

She looked up into my eyes and then lifted my leg a bit. The next thing I felt was her tongue between my ass, licking up and down the crack and then flicking against the hole. “Oh yeah just like that baby!! Don’t stop doing that!!” I exclaimed! She laughed a bit and then began to suck one of my balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and running the tips of her fingers under my shirt and over my chest. I then removed it so she could get better access and soon felt her fingers twist and pull on my nipples. At this point I had never felt so much pleasure and knew I could become addicted to sex if things kept going this way.

I then bent down and picked her up, setting her on the freezer and parting her legs. “I want to eat your pussy now sweetie!!” I said with an animal enthusiasm. I never had given a girl head before but always wanted to try it. She seemed happy to oblige me and pulled down her pants and panties. When I looked down between her legs she had the nicest pussy with pouty lips, a little clit and a triangle shaved into her pubic hairs. I quickly placed my head between her thighs and kissed the bare areas on each leg, licking and dragging my tongue back and forth, left to right.

“Oh baby don’t tease me like that!!” she said “Eat my pussy and do it now!!” She cried as almost in a state of torment. I slid my tongue between her lips up and down very deliberately, as if I had been doing this all my life. Hell I was a natural and didn’t know it!! I pulled back the hood on her clit and pressed the tip of my tongue against it…slowly licking and sucking that little kaçak bahis bud. Then when her fingers came down to rub it I moved one step faster and took her clitty into my mouth.

My teeth held it gently in place while my tongue slid back and forth against it making her whole body shudder and twist. She now grabbed my hand instead since she couldn’t get to her clit and slid two of my fingers deep inside her wetness. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Gooddddddddddddddd I’m gonna cum soon and right in your mouth!!” I licked faster then and finally removed my fingers from inside her, taking my tongue and sliding it deep inside her pussy. I wiggled it around and around just like a thick, wet cock. She moaned even more and spread her legs wider so I could get my tongue farther inside.

“Yeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssss!!!” She screamed and before I knew it her juices sprayed over my tongue, lips and chin. I swallowed her all up and then felt her thighs squeeze my head tightly. I knew she had came and came hard and I was responsible. That really made me proud.

“Woof Woof” Went Scooter, as if in congratulating me in my first successful attempt at eating pussy. She looked at my dog and laughed and then turned to me and said ” He’s a cutie like his master but now I need you to fuck me just as hard ok?!” I dreaded this moment in a way, hoping I wouldn’t cum within 10 seconds and tried blocking that thought out of my mind completely. “Anything for a customer” I shot back, with a little more confidence. I opened her legs wide and held onto both ankles with my hands …my cock was rigid and firm and I used my stomach muscles to control it, rubbing it up and down between her lips like I did with my tongue and over her clit.

“You are such a tease!!” she screamed while laughing. I winked and lowered just the head of my cock at her opening, then pushing it inside. “MORE!!!!” She yelled. I said nothing this time and leaned forward, my entire cock going all the way down until my balls rested against her ass cheeks.

“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” she moaned aloud. ” You are so big and feel sooooo fucking good inside me!!!” With that I started raising and lowering myself, her fingernails raked across my chest like a cats, soon making little marks and even one drawing a bit of blood.

“Fuck…me…harder…!!!” I thrusted and thrusted as hard as I could, my balls hitting so hard on her ass that it hurt. “Yeah baby just like that…just like that!!” I reached between our legs and felt her juices mingled with mine. Then I did something on a whim and grabbed a Icy cone out of the freezer; while I was still thrusting into her I unwrapped it and placed the tip against her clit. She bucked so hard then it was like seeing the cowboys try to ride bulls in a rodeo!! She thrust up and down, side to side and screamed louder than I would have thought possible. “Fucccccckkkkkkk!!” she screamed!! “Sooooooooooooo fucccccckinnngggg gooooooooddd!!!!”

She thrashed even more as I held it on there longer. At this point I knew I was going to cum soon due to all the bucking and sweating we were doing and I was right. She moaned and gasped as I pulled out my cock and shot my hot cum all over her tummy. “Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!!” I exclaimed and then fell next to her on the freezer. We lay there for a bit holding one another and softly exchanging kisses. “Yummy!” She said. “That was something I needed for a long, long time baby.” She then got a $20 out of her shirt after we dressed, handed it to me and remarked “Here mister ice cream man, I think you earned this tip.” Then leaned up on her tippy toes and gave me a kiss on my cheek.” Then as quickly as she came (no pun intended) she left.

And me? Well I think I’m going to be working as the Ice Cream Man for a long, long time. *W*

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