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This is a new story. For those who want me to finish New Family Position, so do I! I have tried several next chapters and keep getting blocked, for that I apologize. I wrote this hoping it would kick start me into action on other stories. Hope you enjoy.             

Eric just turned 19 and started his senior year in high school. He had undergone some remarkable changes in the last year, and he was still figuring out how to deal with them. Up until a year ago, he had been sort of a quiet, keep to himself kid. He had friends and even a girlfriend or two, but certainly wasn’t considered a popular kid or well known around the school. He was academically gifted, and he had already taken college level courses on his way to his goal of becoming a doctor. He actually had all of his high school credits done and was taking college level courses through a special program. His mom did not want him to rush to college and until recently, he had not been in any hurry.

His world consisted of his mom, Carol, his older sister, Brie, and his school friends. His father had died shortly after his mother was pregnant with him and he never knew him, but his family had been well-taken care of by the financial planning his father done before he died, and his grandparents had always been loving and kind. His father’s parents have always been very wealthy, so even though he didn’t consider his family “rich” they never went hungry and always had the means for a decent, middle-class life. His mother’s parents were local, big operation farmers and had built a pretty impressive legacy of their own.

His family lived in a nice house, though it wasn’t extravagant. He and his sister each had their own rooms, and they had a nice pool in the back, again not that unusual for where he lived. His Mom raised the kids well and insisted they be polite, and kind and they genuinely were. Brie was a breath of fresh air in any room she entered, always easy to make friends and pleasant. She was a younger version of her mother with their beautiful black hair and petite but attractive bodies. Brie had been a soccer player and cheerleader in high school, so she was sleek and lean while having a big presence anywhere she went. Brie and Carol were sometimes mistaken as sisters, and they took care of themselves with yoga and regular workouts.

Even though Eric was kind to people and soft-spoken, it was a mistake to think Eric was a pushover, he was very protective of his mother and sister. His grandfathers had insisted he treat them with respect and always instilled in Eric he was the man of the house, even when he was very young. His only temper flares came when he felt his mother and sister were upset or threatened, like when some guys had hassled them at the beach last summer while Eric had gone to get drinks. When he saw the guys chirping at his mother and sister, he had inserted himself without thought. There was some pushing, but the three idiots retreated when they sensed getting with the two hotties, they were hassling weren’t worth dealing with Eric.

About a year ago, he started a growth spurt. He went from a pretty average 5′ 9″ to a muscular 6′ 3″. He had never been much of an athlete, but he suddenly had muscle, agility and athleticism to go with his dark mop of hair and tanned complexion. There was also a change to his eyes, they had been a sort of hazel but now they had turned to a brilliant blue and sometimes seemed to shine when he concentrated on something.

He played baseball and swam for the school but up until the growth spurt, he had been a pretty average athlete. Now, he seemed to move with a grace that had always eluded him, so he was looking forward to both sports in his senior year. He was starting to get some attention for his attractiveness too. For reasons he couldn’t quite understand, people started to act differently around him. People generally seemed to react more positively to him, and girls in school, and even women outside of it, seemed to need to touch him more. He seemed to always get hugs or touches on his arms or back. Nothing overtly sexual, but certainly more intimate than when he was shorter. Even men seemed to give him a little more respect and deferred to him more. Where before he had to move around others and avoid them, people seemed to get out of his way and defer to him anywhere he went.

Eric loved reading and his favorite place in the school was the library. His high school had an unusually large library. A former student, who had hit it big in the financial world endowed a lot of money to building one of the finest high school libraries in the country in addition to enough money to keep adding books. It was better than the city library and maybe even better than the local university’s library.

Eric was such a frequent visitor, Mrs. Rachel Williams, the Librarian, allowed him to set himself up in one of the independent study rooms in the back on the upstairs floors. Eric was often tutoring students anyway, so it was a good place to have his “headquarters.” All he had to do was return books to shelves Ankara bayan escort every day, which usually only took him a about a half hour and Mrs. Williams let him keep the room. It wasn’t like a lot of students spent a lot of time in the other ten rooms they had set aside for independent study. The library had been built before the internet but had been upgraded so students could access a lot of the library online. Eric still preferred the feel of books in his hands.

Eric set up a laptop on the desk and Mrs. Williams let him bring in an old dorm fridge and a large bean bag chair for lounging around. Sometimes, he used it so he could catch a nap in between classes. He could also pull the blinds down if he needed to. He did all his homework and tutoring there. He could even have a friend or two hang out with him in there, as long as it didn’t get too loud for Mrs. Williams.

Recently, Eric had found himself going to his little refuge more frequently to nap in between classes, because he seemed to be tired all the time and even feverish lately. During the late summer and into the school year, he was experiencing incidents where he felt warm, and his head was spinning a bit. He felt the need to lay down and when he would awake, he felt better but somehow a little drained even though he napped. He told his mother about it, but she told him it was probably because he was growing so fast. Carol harbored some fears that wasn’t what was going on. She was fearful he had inherited something from his father, and she was hoping this would pass. She would always question herself for not doing something more proactive.

Now, on a Friday, several weeks into his senior year, he was beginning to have that feeling of disorientation. He was between classes and was going to go work on the decorations for the Homecoming dance coming up in a couple weeks but decided to head to the headquarters in the library and catch a nap. As he approached the library, the disorientation was getting a little worse and he was glad it was later in the day and the halls were mostly empty, because he felt a little unsteady on his feet.

Mrs. Rachel Williams, the librarian, was 28 and known to be one of the kindest and most helpful faculty members in the school. She was also considered to be the hottest female faculty members, with her blond, shoulder length hair, blue eyes and beautiful face. Fitting of a librarian, she dressed conservatively, and usually kept her hair up in tight bun. She was 5’4″ with an athletic figure, kept lean through running, bicycling and frequent trips to the gym for weights or yoga. She had B Cup breasts, but her legs and butt were as fine a feature on any young lady. She liked Eric very much; he was always so polite and helpful. She had an affinity for him because she could relate to being a late bloomer and a bit of a nerd herself when she was growing up. Obviously, she noticed his physical changes, but she had worked at the high school long enough to see kids grow into adults, sometimes seemingly overnight. She hadn’t thought of him as anything but the nerdy student she had known the last couple years. She was aware Eric had always had a bit of crush on her, but she knew a lot of the boys at the school crushed on her. It always seemed innocent enough, but she did get a bit of a secret thrill she could still get looks from the students, boys and girls, and many of the faculty as well.

For her, it was such a great stroke of luck to get this job right out of college, the previous librarian having just retired, and she felt she would be perfectly content to work here for a long time. She was married for three years to her high school sweetheart, Thomas (he didn’t like to be called Tom). Recently, she was beginning to question whether they were such a good match. Everything had been so perfect dating Thomas through high school and college but now they were in the adult world she was afraid they didn’t want the same things out of life. Thomas had studied marketing in college, telling her he had big dreams to be in advertising and sell big products with big celebrities, he just knew he could do what they saw on the internet and Television. After college though, he took a sales job to get his “foot in the door” of a large tech company, but instead of seeking a job more in line with his education, he found he liked the fast pace of sales and had stayed in the job. At first, it seemed to bring him out of his shell and Rachel thought that was good thing, but he had completely seemed to give up his dream to be in marketing, and his personality had started to change. He seemed to be much louder and more boisterous than the boy and man she grew up with. Lately, he seemed to relish business dinners and loud parties much more than doing anything else. She attended some of these events at first, wanting to support him but they often turned into drinking events, and she wasn’t fond of his co-workers increasingly lewd behavior, especially to her. Rachel didn’t consider herself a prude, but she didn’t appreciate Escort bayan Ankara the drunken leers or the overt passes of Thomas’ sales buddies. They were always the ones that drank too much and would try to put their hands on her in inappropriate ways, sometimes right in front of their wives or girlfriends.

She felt it wasn’t “all in good fun” like they liked to shrug it off when she rebuked them. Rachel felt Thomas didn’t do enough to defend her, always seeming to want to impress his bosses and co-workers more than be her protective husband. It was very strange because Thomas had always been so jealous in high school, and especially in college, when his frat brothers got a little aggressive. It had always secretly pleased her that he was protective. She acknowledged as much as she wanted to be an empowered female in the brave, new world, there was a part of her who still wanted to be her man’s woman.

She was also beginning to wonder about the frequency of his business trips and a little concerned what he was doing on them. She knew they sometimes entertained clients and often that included strip clubs after the days’ meetings. Again, Rachel wasn’t a prude, she liked to get a little frisky in public, and felt she knew the difference between a little adult fun and a sleazy romp. Rachel even recalled a more innocent time when Thomas had convinced her to compete in an amateur night at a high-class strip club when they took a vacation to Vegas on a spring break. She got up on stage, buoyed with some liquid courage, and had won handily rocking a much better face and body than even some of the regular strippers. Rachel enjoyed it a lot but dismissed that thrill of she got as “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” but she occasionally pleasured herself to that memory when Thomas was “entertaining clients.”

At first, the strip clubs didn’t bother Rachel as much as her conservative upbringing would otherwise suggest. Now, however, the amount of time and money he increasingly spent there were getting excessive. When she tried to talk to Thomas about it, he got defensive and justified it by saying he had to entertain clients, and this is what they wanted to do. Rachel was getting increasingly skeptical of that defense and was getting frustrated by their life together, including their sex life. It wasn’t on track the way she thought it should be. They each lost their virginity together and learned how to please each other as they grew up together. While they dated and the first couple years, she tried hard to please him and while it was never earth-shattering, it always seemed nice to Rachel. They had been somewhat adventurous, like when they vacationed in Vegas, but that seemed a long time ago. They had been to nude beaches and done some role playing in the early part of their marriage, but lately he seemed disinterested and when they made love, she felt his heart wasn’t in it. She had learned early on, he had a smaller than average penis, but she loved him, so it never bothered her. What had been an evolving and somewhat satisfying sex life with promise was turning into a stale, cliché of a married sex life.

Since Thomas took the sales job, he seemed to finish more quickly and usually before she did, and he seemed to have little regard for her needs. Still, she wanted to be a good wife and was happy to please him, but more and more, she had to finish herself after he fell asleep. He was increasingly selfish and routine about their love making. She tried to rekindle things like they had in the early years of their marriage by wearing lingerie or talking sexy or starting him off with oral, but instead of giving him new ideas and being an active participant, it seemed to get him over excited and if anything, he finished faster than usual. He was often rougher with her, not that she minded a little physicality, but this was disassociated and selfish. She thought he was living fantasies in his head, not thinking about her.

Within the last few months, he seemed to come home late stinking of smoke and beer and passing out in his recliner much more often than not and she could not remember the last time they had spent a weekend together, doing anything that wasn’t tied to his work. Despite his newfound confidence, he was growing a paunch and his skin was beginning to look more and more unhealthy by the day. This didn’t sit well with Rachel, who took great pride in her workouts and health. She was way too modest to say so, but she felt she was more attractive now than ever before. What she didn’t know is Thomas thought so too and was becoming more intimidated by her beauty and confidence. He was starting to feel like his activities made him unworthy of her and that thinking was becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy that would not end well for Thomas. It was becoming much easier to convince himself the strippers, and occasional prostitutes they used as entertainment for clients, found him attractive and he was convincing himself they were better suited to him, even if these thought we a little subconscious.

Rachel Bayan escort Ankara though, still considered herself in the newlywed stage of their marriage and was beginning to wonder how this would affect their goal, well at least her goal, to have children in a couple years. She thought those were Thomas’ goals too but with his lack of interest with her and their life at this early stage of their relationship, she was questioning her future with Thomas. She wasn’t as sure as she once was, they had the same goals or even that he would be a good father.

She was worrying over those thoughts on this same Friday afternoon as she was catching up from the week. They were supposed to have a weekend getaway, but Thomas had told her he had to take some clients to dinner and meetings tonight, and despite his assurances they could leave early tomorrow, recent experience told her the weekend was now a wash. He would come home very late, have to sleep over a hangover and be in no mood to go away.

It was these thoughts that were going through her head as she was trying to catch up on a few things. There was really no one in the library today, not surprising on a lovely fall afternoon before the weekend. Suddenly, a sensation seemed to wash over her like a warm caress, and it was as if she was taking in a pleasant aroma. It was a pleasing sensation and as her back was to the counter, she first thought someone had sprayed some kind of perfume, but instinctively knew that wasn’t quite it. When she turned, Eric was there, panting a little and seemed to be sweating lightly, as if he had been exercising a bit. He looked a little wild, almost feral, and despite herself, she was almost startled and felt a strange sensation in her belly, For the first time, her consciousness registered how attractive he was becoming, and she realized he was making her a little aroused. She tried to shake the thought off and said, “Eric, are you alright, you seem a little…worked up?”

“Yeah, Mrs. Williams, I am feeling a little dizzy and worn out, I am going to go back to the hideaway,” Eric said. When he said that, Rachel saw him shudder for a second and that pleasant wave she felt earlier seemed to slam into her, so much so she had to shut her eyes for a second, letting it wash over her again. She felt arousal again, like a wave of sensation across her whole body. When she opened her eyes, she caught Eric scanning her entire body, ending with looking directly into her eyes. She again became aware of how much Eric had changed as before when he would catch him sneaking looks, there was embarrassment and modesty, this time she could only identify the look as lust and even the confidence of a man, instead of the teenager she knew. She had seen this look on men before and had found it annoying and even a little disturbing, but she found herself unafraid with Eric. He shivered a little again, less that before, but she still felt that wave of…what? She couldn’t quite identify it, but she had to acknowledge now it was having a profound effect on her

“Are you sure you’re ok Eric, you seem really not yourself?” Rachel managed to squeak out to Eric.

“Yeah, yeah, I am just going to go on back…” Eric said, and he seemed back to the slightly shy young man she knew. Despite this, he shivered yet again but this time as he pulsed, he pushed himself away from the counter.

As Rachel subconsciously registered how broad his back had grown with muscle, another wave washed over Rachel and this time she actually felt her nipples go hard and a wetness start to develop below. She grasped the counter to keep from collapsing and clamped her eyes shut again and almost moaned out loud. Instead, she steadied herself again, wondering if whatever Eric had was contagious, “Uh, Ok, I will check on you in a bit, oh, uh yeah, I will check on you after I make the rounds,” she shouted after him.

When she opened her eyes this time, Eric was halfway up the stairs…how could he have gotten that far that fast she asked herself and admired the athleticism Eric had grown into. She found herself asking how strong and fast had he really become?

Eric staggered into the headquarters room and feeling warm, he shed his shirt and collapsed onto the bean bag chair. Getting rid of his shirt didn’t stop the heat that seemed to be wafting off his body. He felt tired and invigorated all at the same time. The sight of Mrs. Williams had made him hard, and he noted again how she seemed to really get him aroused a lot lately. Eric liked and respected Mrs. Williams as much as anyone and he even considered her to be a woman like his mother and sister, in that he would do most anything for her, but lately, since these dizzy “spells” he had been almost overwhelmed with desire for her. He found himself fantasizing more often about seeing her naked body and making love to her and had to shake off impulses that fired through his brain. Just now, he had almost jumped over the counter with the fantasy of ripping her clothes from the body he knew she had under her conservative clothes and taking her. All of this was so confusing, not only because of how much he respected her but also because he always considered himself a gentleman like his grandfathers had told him to be. He knew, though, these were not the same fantasies he had always had of her that seemed more innocent and romantic.

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This one’s a quickie – felt inspired to dash off several hundred words to a continuation of the fuckfest that is Jamie.

Jamie stands at 220lbs, 5’7″, has 36JJ breasts, and is an absolute slut.

Jamie walked into the elevator of the hotel1, breathless, her own bliss still dripping and clinging to the insides of her thighs. Combined with the salivations of the cleaning maid (dressed incredibly inappropriately in her French maid outfit), it formed a thick, oozy, paste, reminiscent of Elmer’s glue. God, that woman had a tongue on her. Good thing she remembered to get her number once she’d descended from the orgasmic clouds she was riding (or the maid’s face, more accurately.)

As she walked in, there was a gentleman already in the lift, checking his phone, immaculately dressed in a fine, bespoke suit. A light fragrant masculine scent filled the air, causing Jamie to drool slightly. As she licked her lips and swallowed the excess saliva that seemed to pool in her mouth, she looked over at his rugged jawline with the 5 o’clock stubble that caressed his cheeks. That man would be the perfect dessert to the main oyster guzzling she just received.

Jamie glanced quickly to numbers on the lift, wondering if she had time to make her moves.

Floor 103.

Perfect.

Knowingly, slowly, sensously, she rubbed her thighs together, perfectly aware that as the dried cum between her legs warmed up, it would start perfuming the small space within the elevator. Even now, she could feel the heat wafting from between her secret space as it started to moisten and warm up for a potential invasion.

She felt him glance over to her and take a small, albeit curious sniff, wondering what that smell was. Jamie arched her back, pretending to stretch, knowing that the v neck of the baby doll dress she was wearing accentuated her decolletage, allowing her full breasts to display in its glorious, ample, deliciousness. His eyes shifted to the nipples that were starting to peek through the thin cotton fabric. Slutty tease that she was, she had convenient forgone a bra but made sure to pick a dress that cupped her bosom, offering them to anyone lucky enough to be looking at them, like a pagan offering to the gods. She stretched her arms overhead, feigning a yawn.

“Oh, gosh, excuse me. I didn’t sleep well last night,” she apologised with a sly grin.

“Oh, no, no, that’s okay,” he muttered, eyes still focused on the hardening nipples that threatened to pierce through the dress. They hung heavy like marbles, and were just the right size for a good sucking. He blushed a little, aware that she had caught him eyeing her goods.

Floor 95.

“Oh you know, the beds here are so…soft. I need something…harder.” She grabbed his groin and smiled knowingly, feeling the hard shaft of his cock harden in her fingers. Gently stroking him through his pants, she grazed her nipples against his suit jacket, bringing them to a painfully tantalising hardness whilst she stroked him to his full length. He groaned under his breath and grabbed her by the throat.

“You…naughty…little…minx,” he growled into her ear, pulling her closer with one hand on her ample butt Ankara escort cheek, and bringing his manhood into contact with the growing dampness between her loins.

“Ugh.” The rough contact of his hand around her throat and his bulge suddenly touching her intimate parts forced a small orgasm through her body and she shuddered luxuriously, being held by his other hand cupping her bottom.

“I, I have to taste this,” Jamie moaned, dropping to her knees and swiftly pulling down his zipper at the same time. His full 8 inches emerged out through the hole of his boxers and she took him into her full lips, relishing the manly odour of his dick. She sucked on it slowly, like a cigar, enjoying the guttural noises of his enjoyment. She drew it from her mouth, dripping saliva all over her breasts, and lifted them with her hands, popping them right out of her baby doll dress to caress his balls.

“You wanna fuck these babies?” she sighed, getting wetter by the moment.

He needed no prompting. He grabbed her breasts and started sliding them in between the deep crevasse that her 36JJ tits formed. She continued to drip saliva onto his cock while he titfucked her, her mouth open and drooling with sexual anticipation. His precum started to flow freely, greasing the groove, and filling the small elevator space with the musky smell of ejaculate and the slick wet slapping of her breasts against his cock.

Another orgasm hit her as his penis rubbed repeatedly against her nipples and she collapsed onto the floor with the strength of her own excitement. Her pussy dripped heavily, already having soaked through her her sheer panties that she was wearing and starting to drench the skirt of her dress. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her up to standing, turned her around, lifted her skirt, urgently pushed the pathetic fabric of her underwear to one side, and as he was about to plunge into her depths from behind…

DING.

Floor 81.

The light glowed and the elevator ground to a halt. Hurriedly, Jamie tucked her breasts back into her dress and wiped up the majority of her drool from them just before the elevator doors opened and a group of businessmen and women walked into the elevator. Jamie and her mystery man tucked themselves into the right back corner of the lift, Jamie standing breathless, dizzy from their sexual liaisons, and very aware of his helmet-headed cock nudging insistently at her pussy lips. His hands held on to her hips, with one thumb holding the soaked panties aside. They smiled awkwardly at the crowd, trying to keep their excitement in control while being very aware of the smell emanating throughout the elevator.

The business suited intruders paid them no attention as they came in, loudly discussing the latest corporation merger and trying to figure out what was the best way to get the upper hand of the financial deal.

“You are going to pay, slut,” he breathed into Jamie’s ear, took a quick nibble of her earlobe, and brushed the hair away from the nape of her neck. Huddling in the back, no one saw him run the tip of his tongue along teh back of her neck, causing delicious shivers to run through Jamie’s spine.

She Ankara escort bayan leaned back against his broad shoulder and whispered, “Who says that it’s only me that’s going to pay?”

Arching back, she felt his cock prodding. She was so wet that he slipped into her moist entrance, pulsating eagerly against her vaginal walls. They both moaned and Jamie felt her pussy shiver and squirt. Another orgasm. Fuck this guy.

She started leaning forward, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she was becoming more and more overwhelmed by the turgid mass throbbing in her pussy. He slid his left hand up from her hip to her ample breast, crossing her body, and teasing her further by gently pinching her aching right nipple with his warm fingers.

DING.

Floor 65.

They froze. His cock in her pussy, right hand pulling her ass to rub against his cock, left arm wrapped around her body teasing her nipple, like some unsuspecting tentacle hentai porn scene. She had lifted her left leg and wrapped her ankle around his left leg to try to ease the tightness of her pussy lips holding onto his length and kept her arms folded in front of her, trying to hide (and tolerate) the constant rolling of her nipple in his fingers.

“Ugh.”

Another squirt. Her juices ran down his cock and started moistening the front of his pants.

More people started coming into the elevator and the crowd started backing closer to Jamie.

“Hang on…whoops!” In an attempt to avoid the gentleman in front of her bumping into her and realising what was going on, her right foot slipped on her orgasmic puddle and she put her hands out, landing on the shoulders of the man in front. She was suddenly suspended on 8 inches of the hardest cock she had had in a while with one foot still wrapped around his leg.

“OH MY GOD!”

“Are you all right, ma’am?” The man in front tried to turn around to see if Jamie was all right but she had a death grip on his shoulders as she shuddered from the most exquisite sensation of her g-spot being pressed on by his stranger’s cock with the force of her bodyweight.

“I…I’m…I’m fine. I think I sprained my ankle but I’m okay,” she said shakily, trying to keep her composure. She heard quiet chuckle from behind her and shut him up immediately by grinding on his groin. He immediately stopped and started tugging on her nipple with some insistence.

” All right, as long as you’re okay.”

Jamie didn’t even hear the man in front of her. She was now on Cloud Lust, pussy flowing freely, drenching the man behind her as though he had wet himself.

DING.

Floor 50.

God damn it, that ding was loud. Loud enough to the point that Mr 8 inches lunged forward, burying himself to the hilt and eliciting a groan from Jamie that would have been audible if it wasn’t for the loudly talking crowd and the dings when the elevator stopped.

DING.

Floor 43. Business conference rooms.

Everyone except Jamie and her man vacated and as soon as the doors shut, he flipped up her dress. Furiously and repeatedly, he plunged into her, her moans and shakes reverberating throughout the Escort Ankara lift, his hands on her voluptuous breasts pinning her to him and allowing him to spear her pussy exquisitely to the point of agony.

She was in heaven. Oh lord, if heaven was made of continuous orgasms and tingling sensations originating from her pussy to the ends of her fingers and toes, she was in heaven. Her quim was so fucking soaked that it sounded as though he was splashing around in a bucket of water. Every other dive into her pussy meant another squirt onto the tiled elevator floor, every tweak of her nipples and his hands grabbing her hip creases and pulling her back onto every inch of that cock brought another tingle.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her back up to him so that he could murmur in her ear.

“Now.”

Plunge. She moaned.

“For the coup de grace.”

His hands that had been clutching, grabbing, squeezing, manipulating her breasts and nipples slid down between her legs. One hand spread opened her pussy with his finger…the other, gently caressed her clitoris. With the most delicate touch Jamie had ever felt, she felt him close him thumb and forefinger around her clitoris, like holding on to the stem of a dandelion bud, and began to roll it between them.

Her world went white.

A shriek, from the depths of Hell itself, shook the elevator. It went on for long seconds and sounded more like a keening rather than a brief scream. Jamie wondered where it came from until she realised that it was coming from her. It felt as though she was on a roller coaster, with it cresting the top of the track and then plummeting down several stories. She drew in another breath, and her ecstatic scream continued.

One long, ecstatic, life-defining scream.

Her muscles, both external and internal, started to seize. She felt it like a major cramp starting through her and as it centered on her pussy, she felt her vaginal walls clamp down. Hard.

His cock gave up. Like an over-shaken Coke bottle, he erupted into her womb, his drawn-out groan an indication of how excited he was. It overfilled and started flowing out of her pussy almost immediately – she had wondered about that before – how could her pussy accommodate large cocks but seemed to have little space for their cum.

Never mind. Her mind shattering orgasm was bringing her down from whichever cloud she had been on for the last minute and his continual cum spurts triggered her own.

Once he stopped shooting into her, she dragged herself off him, and a little torrent of cum ran down her legs soaking her heels and mixing in with her cum juices on the floor. On shaky legs, she turned around and gave his cock a few tugs for good measure.

“Thank. You. Shit, I needed that.”

She rearranged herself as best as she could. Smeared make-up, lipstick all over, including running down her chin onto her tits from her drool, and the now overpowering smell of sex. She took off her panties and came up close to him. Slipping her soaked undies into his suit jacket pocket, she winked.

“Something to remember me by…stud.”

She turned around, wiped her mouth, and took out a Starbucks cup.

As the doors opened on the ground floor, there was a cleaner waiting to go in with his trolley. She walked by and passed him the cup and strutted off.

“So sorry. I spilt my iced milkshake.”

As he ogled her rump as she walked off, he looked at the cup.

It was clean.

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Anyon looked at his watch.

7:45.

Time to go.

On this Friday night he was meeting a group of friends for a movie night. Anyon was looking forward to a quiet night with friends. Work had been extremely busy this week, as the stock market had taken a plunge and Anyon, spent most of the week, calming concerns of his clients. As a financial advisor, he had become well aware of the fears people had when it came to market volatility. He recognized that those fears should be acknowledged and he always did his best, to help his clients trust their financial plan. Still, it had been a long week and he looked forward to losing himself into a movie for a couple of hours.

Movie night with Trent and Lisa and others had started about three months ago after Anyon had seen them in a bar in Boston. Usually, they would attend a movie in a theater, but earlier in the week Trent had called Anyon and informed him that Lisa wanted to have movie night at their home. Trent also informed him that two other couples and a women named Theresa would also be in attendance. Nothing really out of the ordinary for movie night, but Anyon had suspicions that they could be trying to set him up. Being single, Anyon told Trent he was not looking for a date.

Trent had laughed at this and said, “I know buddy, you do fine on your own! She’s Lisa friend and she just went through a divorce so I’m sure she’s not looking for a boyfriend. She just wants to be with friends and Lisa thought it would be a good idea for her to join. So just be here at 8:15 and have some pizza!”

That was the gist of their conversation and Anyon hadn’t thought much about it for the rest of the week, not that he had time. Anyon pictured Lisa and Trent for a moment.

Lisa and Trent had been married for years and Anyon suspected that both had lost interest in their marriage. He didn’t have any proof, just a feeling he got when he observed their body language. There seemed to be an unspoken distance between them. Not to mention a lack of physical contact. Regardless of their marriage, Anyon enjoyed spending time with them. He got along well with both of them and tonight they were providing a well needed distraction.

Anyon took one last look in the mirror before he headed out. His hair was parted to the side and he sported a wave in the front of his dirty blond hair. He wore blue jeans and a white V-neck white that presented his muscular physique in a strong, powerful way. Even if he didn’t plan to impress anyone, he still always wanted to create an image of success. His face sported some black stubble, as he hadn’t shaved since yesterday. It gave him a manlier look, he thought. Anyon felt confident and felt good.

Let’s go.

As he drove, to Trent’s house he listened to music and his mind wandered. Nothing like driving to clear his head. He always enjoyed driving in the sense that he sometimes did his best thinking on the road. Anyon had no idea why, but ideas just seemed to fill his head and he would forget about the day to day challenges. His navigation system told him to take a left and about 10 seconds later, a notification popped, informing him he had received a text message.

Anyon clicked the notification button on his car’s dash and read the message quickly.

I’m in town next Saturday night, you ready for me? You better be! I’m going to be nasty! Can’t wait to taste your cock…

Anyon’s cock sprung to life. He grinned. It was Iris. Anyon had been fucking her over the last three months. She was a flight attendant, who lived in Orlando. She must have had a layover in Boston next weekend. She and Anyon had been making the most of these layovers. Their time was spent hanging out and of course fucking each other hard until they both came and passed out.

Anyon thought of Iris. He imagined her warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. He imagined her dark brown eyes looking up at him, as she inhaled his prick. He imagined her brown pussy lips, glistening with her wetness. Anyon craved to lick her pussy.

His thoughts would not stop. Anyon loved the way her black tits bounced as she rode him up and down. Her hard nipples erect and sensitive. He loved sucking on them or at least trying to as her tits would bounce. She would moan loudly and cum deeply, while Anyon would pump his seed deep in her wet pussy.

Anyon wanted to stroke his cock. He wanted to release the tension building in his pants.

Always when I’m busy. Always when I’m out. Never fails.

Anyon smiled as these thoughts crossed his mind. He would have to wait, but no doubt, later he would stroke his cock and cum hard thinking of the sexiest black woman he had laid eyes on.

Anyon continued thinking about Iris. The last couple of months had been great. The both of them were not exclusive. He still hooked up with other woman. He was sure she was with other men. Despite that the two of them had grown close to one another, but neither one of them had broached the idea of becoming exclusive. Ankara escort At this time, they were both happy with the current arrangement and Anyon had no desire to make any changes. He was happy.

Still though his cock throbbed as he pulled into the driveway at Trent’s house. He immediately picked up his phone and texted Iris.

Going to a movie tonight, but you’re leaving me with my cock hard and wanting your tight pussy. You’ll pay for that…

Satisfied with his message, he placed his phone in his pocket and went to the door of Trent and Lisa’s house. As he walked he adjusted he cock and tucked it into his pant, hoping that it would become flaccid as he walked. He reached the doorbell and pushed the button. Hoping his cock would retreat.

Lisa opened the door and greeted him. Definitely did not help the throbbing in his pants.

Anyon was taken aback. Lisa looked incredible. She wore a black cocktail dress that was strapless. He couldn’t help but notice how her tits were pushed up, straining against the material. There was a large crevice formed between her tits. The ample cleavage was a delight to look at. He looked down further and noticed she was wearing black heels that accentuated her legs. Her blond hair was straightened and her face was dolled up with just the right amount of make-up.

Anyon was puzzled. He had never noticed Lisa in a sexual way before. It never crossed his mind despite them having spent time together over the last three months. Now all of a sudden he was looking at Lisa with lustful eyes. Maybe it was the fact that he was already bulging in his pants from Iris, but still she looked ravishing.

Lisa smiled at him. “Anyon” she said elongating his name. “My favorite guest has arrived.” She raised her arms up, opening for a hug. Anyon reciprocated and held her tight for a brief moment, inhaling her cherry blossom perfume. Lisa’s smell and the way she looked continued to keep his cock hard. His mind filled with thoughts of bending her over right there and taking her from behind.

Lisa squeezed him and whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

“I’m so glad you came. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. This should be fun. Come in, everyone is already here.”

Lisa’s mouth was so close to his ear, he thought Lisa would lick him. His cock throbbed against the pants. If she leaned into him in just the right way, she would feel his bulge. Anyon pulled back his hips just enough.

Am I reading too much into this, but is Lisa trying to push her hips into me. I must be way too horny. Need to get out of my head. Slowly back away.

After a brief few intense moments for Anyon, they released their embrace and she grabbed his hand bringing him into the house. As she walked away, he could not help, but admire her thick ass as she sauntered away. He couldn’t help but imagine what her thong looked like. He imagined a G-string being swallowed up by that voluptuous ass.

As Lisa walked she turned around to look at him. She caught him checking out her ass. She looked down for a moment and then looked back at him and smiled.

A brief moment of guilt crossed his mind and some form of embarrassment, but one other thought overpowered it. He wanted her. He wanted her bad.

Anyon entered their living room where other guests had been mingling and chatting. Trent came right over to him and shook his hand.

“There he is. How’s it going buddy?”

Might be better if I was fucking your wife right now. Definitely don’t say that.

Anyon smiled at him. “Doing well. How’s things?”

“Ah you know, work is work, but I’m really glad you could make it tonight, buddy. You’re doing me a huge favor! Appreciate it man!” Trent slapped Anyon on the shoulder.

Anyon was a little perplexed by this.

“It’s just a movie night, it’s not that big of deal. Happy to be here,” Anyon responded.

“Yeah, movie night, but still it means a lot. Come on, let me introduce you to the others here tonight. Some really good and fun people.”

Anyon was introduced to the two other couples. He didn’t know them, but they seemed pleasant. He took his time and got to know each couple individually.

Tom and Catherine were both practicing attorneys. They had been married for four years. Tom seemed more like an intellectual guy. He was somewhat fit, with a hint of a beer belly. He had black hair and asked Anyon many questions about financial markets. Tom, was a real estate attorney and seemed like he was always trying to find ways to make money.

His wife Catherine, was a divorce attorney and ran a practice with a friend of hers from law school. Anyon found her attractive. She had black hair with a slim figure. She work black pants and white blouse that hid her chest. She was very nice and friendly. She too asked Anyon questions about financial markets, but she also talked about how a recent client of hers had lost money in a divorce settlement and needed Ankara escort bayan ways to make up for retirement. Anyon offered his services and Catherine said she would provide his information to the client.

Overall, Anyon liked them. He answered their questions with broad answers. Giving them a little, but never really providing a recommendation. Anyon preferred to ask them questions with the intention to change the subject since after the tumultuous week, the market had experienced, he would have liked to talk about something else, but he knew why people were asking him. People were concerned about their money, and Tom and Catherine were no different.

Trent interrupted their conversation and introduced Anyon to Steve and his wife Maura. Both of which were in the business of selling software. Steve was a tall man with wavy brown hair and a definite beer belly. Steve reminded Anyon of a disheveled professor, teaching ancient history in some college across the United States.

His wife Maura was actually on the shorter side and had light red hair. She wore a red dress that accentuated her figure. Maura had a pretty face with a few freckles dashed about her cheeks. Anyon noticed she had full, sultry lips. He found her attractive as he noticed how her medium sized tits pushed out of the red dress. Anyon’s mind began to wonder, but he was quick to regroup when Maura started talking about retirement.

Maura was interested in Anyon’s job because she felt she and Steve were not ready for retirement. She asked Anyon if they could meet to discuss their investments, which he agreed. He suggested meeting in the near future to discuss strategies and their current investments.

Steve also agreed, but seemed to be more interested in discussing a financial instrument called Robo Advising. The whole concept was that a computer algorithm maintained a person’s portfolio and made changes to the portfolio based on risk tolerance of the client. Steve kept asking if these programs were the best product on the market. Anyon said they were good and could be a reliable solution for certain parts of retirement. He personally didn’t work with them, but said it could be worth a trial. Anyon was never the one to discourage someone from investing.

It looked as if Steve had more questions, but just as he was about to open his mouth, Lisa interrupted their conversation.

“Sorry to barge in everyone, but the pizza is going to be here in about 5 minutes and then we will get the movie started.” Maura and Steve grinned at her. “Well Anyon, we look forward to meeting with you in the future,” Maura said as they both made their way towards the dining room.

Anyon noticed a very attractive woman standing with Lisa.

“Anyon, this is Theresa. She’s a good friend of mine. Theresa, Anyon. I’m going to wait for the pizza, but you two should get to know each other. Feel free to make your way to the theater room. Or just stay here, whatever is best for you.”

Anyon took in Theresa. She was sexy. She had long black hair that waved down to the middle of her back. She wore a black shirt with white jeans. She had olive skin, and Anyon thought she may be of Armenian descent. She also had large, round brown eyes that captivated Anyon. Her body was special and unique. Her tits were big, although her shirt didn’t reveal any cleavage. Anyon noticed how they protruded out and she had a thick ass. Anyon was impressed, Theresa definitely captured his imagination. He decided he would get to know her.

Theresa was friendly with him, but he could tell she was a little on edge. Anyon asked her what she did for a living and that seemed to open her up a little, but she still maintained her guard up.

Theresa talked about how she had just finished business school and was starting a position as an accountant. She wanted to go into business herself, but right now she was still learning the craft. She also mentioned that she had a gone through a career change.

Anyon knew she was recently divorced, but didn’t bring that up. He figured if she wanted him to know, she would slip it into the conversation. Instead, he kept the conversation pretty general.

“Are you from Massachusetts Theresa?”

“No. I’m originally from Southern California, but I moved out here with my ex when he got a job as a teacher at local private school.”

“How long have you lived out here?”

“Ten years now. I was originally working in the hospitality industry as a hotel manager, but got tired of it. So off to Business school I went.”

“Interesting, and now accounting. Are you planning on moving back?”

“I don’t know. Maybe someday. Not sure really. I kind of like the different seasons now, but you never know. How about you?” Theresa asked.

Anyon smiled. “You mean move back to southern California? Nah, why would I want to live in a place where it’s sunny all the time? I love the cold.” He smirked indicating his sarcasm.

Theresa Escort Ankara smiled and laughed a little.

“No I mean are you from Boston?”

Anyon smiled. “Yeah I grew up in a suburb of Boston right on the ocean. Most of my family still lives there.”

“I see and what do you do for work?”

“I’m in finance, been doing it since college, but truthfully I’ve never been to southern California. I’d like to go there sometime.” Anyon felt like he needed to close the loop on his southern California joke.

“Well it is beautiful out there, but if I should start an accountant firm, we could set up referrals. What do you think of that?”

“Depends.”

“On what?” Theresa asked curiously.

“On how good you are.” Anya smirked at her.

Theresa smiled back at him. She liked his sarcasm.

“I think you’ll learn, I’m very good at anything I put my mind too.” Theresa grinned in a way that made Anyon nod and a hint of wonder crossed his mind.

Oh I bet you are.

Anyon could not help, but think of Theresa sexually. That beautiful smile, those eyes. He imagined her on her back with her legs spread, while he tasted her.

His reverie was shaken by the Lisa’s voice. “Pizza’s here! Would you guys mind meeting everyone in the dining area?”

Anyon and Theresa nodded.

“Shall we?”

“After you,” he replied.

After some pizza and more small talk. It was time for the movie.

Anyon walked with Trent into their movie room. It was actually a mini theater room, which Trent had built himself. Anyon was impressed. Trent had done a great job. As you walked into the room, on the wall to the front was a 163 foot screen. There was a middle aisle which was highlighted by small rounded lights. On both sides of the aisle black, leather sofas that could easily fit 3 people were lined facing the big screen. Anyon noticed there were a total of four sofas, two on each side. Trent had informed everyone that they reclined. They looked so comfortable that Anyon thought he may fall asleep while the movie played.

The detail in the room was spectacular. Trent had even added wall lights that illuminated a shining light that reached the ceiling. Anyon felt as if he was in a real theater.

Everyone was impressed.

“This looks great Trent” Tom said.

“Yeah well done” added Maura.

“Thank you everyone!”

Trent moved to the front in front of the screen.

“Welcome everyone to my own personal movie lounge. I call it… Trent’s Love Theater!”

Trent smiled as he announced the theater and raised his arms in the air.

“So please sit back and enjoy yourself!”

“And what’s the movie this evening? Asked Catherine.

“I’m so glad you asked, one of my all-time favorites and will really set the mood for tonight’s evening. Tonight, I present to each of you”…Trent paused for theatrical purposes.

Eyes Wide Shut.

Oooh, the crowd responded with.

Trent smiled as he enjoyed his friend’s appreciation.

Eyes Wide Shut, what the hell is that? Anyon thought.

Anyon had never heard of it. Maybe it would be good. He liked watching movies he had never heard of. Although lately he couldn’t seem to watch anything that captured his attention. He thought it may have been from being distracted by work.

“Now everyone, please go to your assigned seats for the evening for maximum pleasure!”

Anyon had no idea where he was supposed to sit. He decided to wait for further instructions and watch where the others took their seats. Clearly something had been arranged. He noticed that Theresa and Lisa were sitting next to each other and there was an open seat. He also noticed that Tom and Catherine were sitting next to Steve, while Maura was sitting by herself.

Anyon was puzzled by this. “So Trent am I sitting next to Maura?”

Trent smiled at him, “no buddy that’s where I’m sitting, you’re over there next to Lisa.” Anyon looked at Trent with a perplexed look waiting for an explanation.

“Just sit over there Anyon and enjoy the movie. You won’t be disappointed. As if knowing, Lisa looked over, smiled and waved him over. Anyon looked at Trent one more time.

“Go my man, enjoy the movie! I know I will.”

With that, Trent made his way towards Maura. Despite his own trepidation Anyon turned and made his way to Lisa. Not that he minded sitting next to her. She looked incredible, but still the whole set up was unusual.

*

The seats were excellent. Anyon felt so comfortable laying there. This was actually perfect. After the week he had, he could not help but feel relaxed. He was even intrigued by the movie. He started to recognize how the movie was headed in the direction of infidelity.

As a single man, Anyon did not have the desire to settle down. He didn’t want infidelity to be a problem in his life. He enjoyed his life at the moment. Good friends, good career, sports, doing as he pleased, and of course the women. There was no surprise that he loved women. He admired women. In fact he loved their bodies, the way they moved, the way they could be so powerful and loving. Of course he loved the sex. He loved pleasuring women. He loved being pleasured. Anyon was not sure if he would ever get married. Maybe someday, but for now he enjoyed his life.

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My marks are usually obvious. The eager younger or older woman in class who display their deep interest in the curriculum as a euphemism for their attraction to the sexy eminence of their professor, that would be me.

There were three glorious fatty cakes in the class. I love giant women. These ladies were all about the same age, late twenties or early thirties, and too bright to be taking community college courses unless life had derailed their education earlier.

Madeline was the most attractive–and heaviest–weighing at least 250 pounds, but topped by a beautiful, sculpted face that was proportional to a smaller person. I was shocked walking behind her, spying her baby elephant legs. I am sure she fucks vigorously, but the opportunity for seduction never arose.

Carly was neither as big nor as cute. In fact, she had a pointy nose and otherwise bland white-bread features. She was assertive, always coming over to talk after class, nudging into my space as if she wanted to envelope me, while talking about some aspect of that day’s lecture. When she sat in her seat, her blubbery tits rested upon the desk as she took old-fashioned notes by pen.

Linda was far and away the most attractive, though not the prettiest. Her face was big and mannish unless she smiled. A glow of intellect lighted up her face. She had short hair, but was endowed with smooth lines of eyes, cheeks, and mouth, a button nose, and wore little diamond gems adorning her ears. She was, like Carly, in the 200 pound range and carried herself like a trim, muscled athlete.

All three could be had by telling them their beauty was exceeded only by their intelligence, but I hesitated to pull the trigger on any of them. I usually prefer beautiful brown Latinas, but this semester’s crop was dominated by two classic blondes, Morgan and Taylor.

Morgan was stately, tall, and delicate of face. She was one of those beauteous creatures that could wear torn jeans, a wrinkled tee shirt, and holey sneakers and still look elegant–and she did. Her long legs and tiny breasts beckoned as she sat at her desk first, before anyone else, greeted me with a radiant smile, and bid me an intimate goodbye at the end of the class.

Taylor could be described exactly like Morgan, blonde corn-silk hair and bright blue eyes refocusing attention from her tall, sinewy, elegance. Unlike Morgan, Taylor dressed fashionably, though frequently baring patches of flesh tone of her flat belly and smallish buttocks. Her tits were mere swollen nipples, usually barely wrapped in a tube or tank top. She always arrived at the last minute before class, either chronically late or calculated to get my attention with her penetrating smile hello.

Nevertheless, goddess Taylor had a defect. She was a nose picker. I didn’t notice her bad habit Ankara bayan escort at first, but, like others afflicted with that behavior, Taylor seemed to let herself get caught, staring into my eyes as her long-nailed fingers hovered at her nostril. I fantasized that she would offer me a taste of her sweet, gummy, booger after fucking.

Typically, I nail my chosen favorite on the day of the final exam. This term, however, I was undecided between Morgan and Taylor. Ironically, Taylor approached me before the exam, acting like she was ready to be taken.

“Did you grade my paper, Professor Hager?” A whiff or perspiration odor wafted from her bare underarm, delicious enough to stiffen my rod.

“Yes,” I told her enthusiastically. “I especially liked the way you wove the two stories together.”

“That wasn’t mine,” Taylor said in a flat voice.

“It was me,” Morgan said behind me. I had mixed them up.

I mumbled a lame explanation that failed to satisfy them that my confusion was any reflection on their status. Sexy white girls all look alike to me, I guess. They were two A students that I wouldn’t get to fuck this time around. I lost both ladies.

During the exam, a student named Melanie kept looking up from her laptop and smiling after averting her eyes. She was boyish looking with short reddish curls and freckles. Not only did she look more like a boy than a girl, she looked twelve.

“I can grade your exam right away,” I told her. “If you can wait in my office for five minutes.”

She nodded without speaking, yet smiled shyly. I suspected she was hot for me and as we walked to my office, she told me her story.

“You remind me of my grandpa,” she said. That was a new one, not conducive to stimulating my ego. “He died last year. I really miss him.”

I didn’t know whether her old gramps diddled her–I doubted it–but I saw a clear path into her immature vagina.

We chitchatted about nothing on the long walk to my first floor office. She thought nothing of my locking the door behind us as I ushered her to the couch with a proise to read and grade her exam first.

Melanie spoke again about her beloved grampa and seemed so immature that I pushed the envelope.

“I’m just going to get changed first,” I informed her. “I prefer to grade papers in casual clothes.”

Melanie nodded with her hands folded in her lap as if what I said was the most normal thing in the world. Her eyes widened, though she didn’t make a peep, as I began to undress in front of her.

I unbuttoned and took off my shirt first, carefully holding my belly taut, and left my plain white tee on. Her unpainted lips parted when I unhitched my belt. It apparently never occurred to her to avert her eyes. She watched me drop my trousers Escort bayan Ankara to my knees, where I laughed as if embarrassed as I pulled off one leg and then the other.

I knew she was eyeing the bulge in my navy blue jockeys and I nonchalantly touched myself, as if straightening my balls inside their pouch. I am pretty sure her youthful spigot opened. I wished I was close enough to sniff her.

I turned–letting her see that I had I a flat ass, not a fat old man’s can–and grabbed my blue jeans and a sweater. I stepped into the jeans before my erection popped out of my many panties, as I was aroused by my striptease–sort of. She watched everything.

I sat at the desk, spending no more than two minutes on her final, scrawling A in red pen on it. I called her to my side. She leaned over me, her chest rubbing against my right arm as I pointed out her strongest sentences. I smelled her sweet minty breath. She had anticipated closeness. Why else would she have chomped on mints before coming down to my office with me?

“Why don’t you stay awhile?” I invited her in a hushed, nonprofessorial voice. “Tell me about your grandfather.”

“I’d like that,” she eagerly replied and let me take her hand to lead her to the couch.

As she told me a story about bike riding with Gramps, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her ass onto my knee. She seemed to enjoy the hugging in a nonsexual way. I cradled one of her small muffin breasts in my left hand and rubbed the opposite side ass cheek with my right hand. She accepted my touch–either out of innocence or whorishness.

When she paused her storytelling, I touched her lips with mine.

She kissed me back, but said, “Can I go to the bathroom first?”

The “first” made me chuckle. “Sure, there’s a unisex lavatory down the hall. I’ll go with you.”

Melanie didn’t realize that I meant the literally until I went through the door with her.

“It’s okay,” I assured her. She hesitated before entering one of the stalls. I went into the one next door.

We listened to each other rain of urination. The sound of a woman pissing always turns me on. I listened to her spinning the toilet paper roll and wiping. She peeked into my stall with the door ajar and I made sure she saw me tapping and jiggling before tucking away Mister Man.

She was silent–nervous perhaps–on the way back to my office. When we went inside, she fell into my arms and I swept her up into my arms and carried her to the couch. We kissed for what seemed like hours. She barely breathed and spoke not a sound.

I rubbed her tiny titties–first outside her man’s plaid shirt, then inside the shirt, then inside her plain bra. I rubbed her belly and slid my other hand down the back of her jeans. She Bayan escort Ankara wore full cut undies–like an old lady’s–and ran my forefinger up and down her crack, which was moist with sweat. When I paused our endless kissing to smell and taste her on my fingers, she giggled in embarrassment.

“What’s it taste like?” she asked curiously.

“Like a lady,” I answered. Then I reached down the front of her slacks and found her briar patch. I knew she wasn’t a wax and shave kind of girl.

Her face held a quizzical look as I sloshed around her maiden mud puddle. The sight, sound, and smell was clearly new to her. Maybe she never even masturbates.

“Come,” I said, meaning she should sit up. As she did, I yanked sown her pants and saw a smooth, dimpled ass and dark hairy thicket, my fingers tickling her fancy. I nudged apart her thighs and felt her entire body shiver as I lowered my head to her pussy and tasted it.

A few minutes later I resumed kissing her, letting her lick the buttery smearing around my mouth, tasting herself. Then I told her to get topless while I took out my cock.

I put my tool in her hand and told her to touch it,stroke it, and squeeze it while I pinched her nipples.

“Kiss it,” I commanded and she complied, smooching the head of my penis.

“Now lick it,” I asked and she dabbed at it with her tongue.

“Now see if you can get it all in your mouth.”

She did and seemed to pickup on the rhythm of fellatio.

She paused sucking my cock to say, “Me and my girlfriend used to practice with a banana and a cucumber.” I was surprised.

“Are you ready?” I asked, holding my throbbing cock and hovering over her.

The little lynx responded by spreading her legs and lifting them toward the ceiling.

Melanie’s cunt was so tight it squeezed my pecker and I could get no more than two-thirds of my length up her cleft.

She yelped and I sensed blood from her ripping hymen. I grabbed her ass with both hands and stuck my shaft all the way inside her.

A wanton voice whispered in my ear, “Fuck me, please! Harder, yes!”

After we separated, I licked the blood from her pubic hair and she licked up the droplets left on my dick.

“I’m fixed,” I told her. “I had a vasectomy a few years ago, but don’t let boys your age fuck you without a condom. Okay, sweetie?”

“I won’t, Professor.” She smiled. “I wanted you to bust my cherry and fuck me bareback because you’re special to me.”

“I know,” I interrupted. “I remind you of your grandpa.”

A mature, sensual, erotically awakened woman gave out a thundering laugh.

“But old gramps never made me feel like you do.”

“I should hope not,” I laughed as she skulked toward me on all fours, lathered in sweat from head to foot. She took my cock in hand, cradled my balls, and welcomed my erection between her lips. A moment later she swallowed my seed.

As Melanie quietly got dressed, my wife, Judith, called on my cell. “Working late?”

“Yeah, grading papers,” I told her.

“Well, have fun,” my wife said as Melanie fluttered her fingers to wave goodbye.

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“I’ll give you a second to talk,” Mona mumbles, then hurries out of the office to give my husband and I the space we need.

Edward holds me for a little while longer after she’s left, then pulls back a bit to look down at me, his eyes warm with affection.

“I’ve really missed you, sweetheart.”

I smile at him, my heart pounding in my chest at the possessive glint in his eyes.

“I’ve missed you too. It’s been a long six months without you,” I whisper, and he smiles at me in return, pleased at my admission.

“Is everything going according to plan?”

I nod, keeping my gaze locked with his. “He trusts me, to an extent. I have access to some of his most confidential information, and I know how to navigate through the new security measures he put in place.”

“Yes, Mona told me about all of that. Fortunately, I was able to prepare well in advance so we could meet in private,” he says. “I was going to just leave, but the thought of not seeing your lovely face was entirely too depressing. And I needed to see how you were holding up with everything you’ve had to endure.”

He traces the large hickey on my collarbone, his eyes narrowing with anger at the bruise on my skin. Memories of Aldine’s mouth on my neck flash through my mind and I reach up to cover the bruise with my hand.

“I’m fine, Edward, I promise. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

But he ignores me, pushing my hand away. “Did he do this to you?”

The last thing I wanted now was for Edward to get pissed off and start asking Mona questions about what Aldine and I actually got up to.

I didn’t want him to know that side of me. I didn’t want him to know how different I was with Aldine. Feral, insatiable, free…

Things I couldn’t be with him.

Working this job had loosened me up in more ways than one, and I’d had to strip away my rigid inhibitions and give in to what my body wanted.

What it needed, in Aldine’s case.

“Has he been hurting you? I should have never-“

“I’m fine, Edward. It’s okay. It’s just the one bruise.”

That last part was a lie.

I had hickeys all over my body. Bruises from Aldine’s rough handling adorned my skin. I liked them, but I knew Edward would probably lose his shit if he saw them.

I try for a smirk, and pull it off. My hands reach for the lapels of his jacket, and I run my fingers over the fine material, eyes widening with feigned curiosity.

“Are you jealous, darling?”

“Of course I’m jealous! Do you think this is easy for me?” he snaps, dropping his hands to his sides. “You’re

wife, after all. You’re mine. The idea of anyone else touching you drives me insane.”

He shakes his head, getting his temper under control before he takes my hands in his.

“This will be over soon. Then you’ll head back home to take care of things while I stay here and get settled.”

I nod, familiar with the plan. He leans in closer, kissing each hand softly, his eyes warming with affection and love.

“I know you’ve probably had to do things you’re uncomfortable with, but I need your help tonight. You have to keep him busy for me while I make a few arrangements.”

“What arrangements? I thought we’d already discussed what would happen after your arrival.”

I was nervous, because I wasn’t sure I could look at Aldine and not immediately betray myself to him. He had this way of looking at me that made me want to bare myself to him. Or maybe, there was a part of me that genuinely wanted to tell him the truth.

Edward leans in closer to kiss the bridge of my nose, then my forehead. His pale blue eyes have that familiar spark of excitement, and I just know he’s about to tell me something I’m not going to like. I frowned at that, and he smiled softly at me, as if trying to ease my concerns.

“I had to… adjust a few things. I won’t bore you with the details now, since it won’t change anything you have to do. Which is a good thing, since I don’t want you around Aldine longer than necessary.”

There’s a tinge of jealousy and anger there, both emotions evident on his face for a bit before he schools his features.

“I don’t want him near you after tonight. Even now, I’m anxious to get you as far away from him as possible, but you stalling him is very important,” he explains.

I didn’t understand why he was so upset, since this whole thing had been his idea to begin with. I hadn’t wanted to be a part of it, but Edward had reminded me, very kindly, that I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. So I’d been forced to go along with it.

Mona was one of Edward’s many spies, and had ‘hired’ me to work here, giving me clients that she knew I could handle, at Edward’s insistence. The plan had been to infiltrate Aldine’s security using my hacking skills, so Edward would have access to everything. Things had been going fairly well until the night Mona offered me up to Aldine on a silver platter, making the plan easier and harder all at once.

I needed to stay anonymous, unimportant, so that I could work without Ankara escort anyone paying me much attention. But after Aldine took an interest in me, I had to tell him about the breach in his security. It had been the only thing to come to mind at the time, and I was lucky to have escaped his wrath that night.

Who would’ve guessed that he’d end up trusting me enough to help set up an entirely new security system? And nobody could’ve predicted his sudden, unpredictable interest in me.

It might be fake, for all I knew. Maybe Aldine knew exactly who I was and what I was doing. Maybe he knew all about Edward and his plan too.

But there was absolutely no way he could fake that heat in his eyes, the lustful glare he fixed me with whenever I was in his presence. He couldn’t fake the way he reacted to my touch, my body, my scent. He was just as addicted to me as I was to him, and I couldn’t bear for Edward to find out just how intense our attraction was to each other.

It would ruin everything.

“I understand. I’ll do whatever I can to keep him busy tonight,” I agree, earning a wide grin from my husband.

He kisses me on the lips this time, his hands dropping mine to circle my waist and pull me closer towards him. I respond as expected, though this doesn’t come close to the hot, passionate kisses I shared with Mr. Aldine.

Edward pulls away, spares me one last affectionate peck before he releases me entirely.

“Good. Mona will come up to your apartment in the morning to get you for your flight. Make sure you’re ready by five, so you’ll be wheels up before eight.”

He turns away then, his large, powerful body moving quietly. Edward stops with his hand on the door, then turns back to look at me.

“Don’t forget who you belong to, love.”

He stares at me for a very long time, his pale blue eyes glaring into the depths of my soul, seeing past my defences and the lies.

“You are mine. Nobody else’s.”

I nod, the familiar feelings rushing back at his words at the same time that my gut clenches at the silent threat in his eyes. I blink a few times, force a small smile and respond with the only words Edward wants to hear.

“I am yours.”

***

After he leaves, Mona comes back into the office to unpack the rest of my cash. She hands it to me in a bag with a neutral expression, and I mumble a thank you before leaving her office.

I’m grateful it’s still relatively early. None of the girls are around and the guards on duty don’t even look twice at me as I hurry to the elevator.

I push the loose strands of hair behind my ear, trying my best to get a hold of myself before pushing the button to call the elevator down. I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even notice Hunter until he places a hand on my shoulder.

I flinch, and take an alarmed step away from him, eyes wide with sudden fear and apprehension. He frowns at me in concern, but doesn’t say anything until we’re both in the elevator.

“Are you… okay?”

I close my eyes, and wipe my sweaty palms on my sweats, inhaling deeply in an effort to get my emotions in order.

“Y-Yes… I’m fine.”

But I’m not.

I feel the dread clutching at my gut just as my ears begin to ring, low at first, until it’s literally all I can hear. My grip on the bag tightens, until the material crunches up in my hand.

I can no longer draw breath, no longer control the frantic pounding of my heart in my chest. My knees soon give way beneath me, and I almost collapse onto the floor of the elevator, but I’m caught by thick, muscular arms.

Hunter carefully holds me up, turning me so I’m looking at him. His green eyes stare at me with worry now, and he presses a large hand to my face even as his mouth moves.

Maybe he’s speaking to me, I’m not sure.

I look away, blink, then refocus on trying to breathe.

Hunter, in his impatience, grabs both of my shoulders and shakes me furiously, until my teeth rattle and my brain is mush. But somehow, it works.

I inhale sharply, brought back to reality so harshly that it makes my stomach churn. I stand on unsteady legs, and push the button for my floor in a panic. I am fortunate to have the doors open a few seconds later, and I tear myself away from Hunter in a hurry to get to my apartment. I run to my door as fast as my legs will allow, bursting through with a hand over my mouth.

I run to the bathroom, and bend over the toilet just in time to empty the contents of my stomach.

I kneel on the floor for a few minutes, failing to fight off the nausea. It is only when my stomach has nothing to give that I lower the lid and flush. I stand on wobbly legs and freshen up as best I can with trembling hands and mild dizziness.

Hunter stands in the doorway, watching me curiously. He blinks down at me when I turn towards the door, but he doesn’t say anything. He just steps aside to let me pass, then follows me out of the bathroom. I throw myself onto the couch, and bury my face in my hands.

“That answers my first question.”

I Ankara escort bayan ignore him.

Hunter walks towards me, pauses, then takes a seat beside me. I don’t need to look at him to know that he’s uncomfortable being this close to me. He reaches out, tentatively, to rub my back in awkward circles.

“Should I get Aldine-“

“No.”

Silence.

Then, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

I freeze, then shake my head. “No. It was just an anxiety attack, I think.”

He lets out a relieved breath, his hand moving more soothingly. It works, somehow, and I calm down in time. He removes his hand when I raise my head, and I push the hair away from my face.

“I’m assuming this has something to do with your past?” he asks, his tone betraying nothing.

My head snaps in his direction, and I blink up at him with fear, shocked that he knew about my past and the meeting with Edward. Maybe he-

“You’re nervous about telling Aldine?” he offers, and the relief that rushes through me is enough to take my breath away.

“Yeah, I guess I am…”

Hunter is quiet for a bit, and I look away from his scrutinising glare, guilt eating me up on the inside.

“If it helps, I’m sure that whatever it is, he’ll probably understand.”

“Do you think so?” I ask suddenly, my eyes wide and teary with hope.

He rolls his eyes and moves away from me when he realises I’m about to start crying in front of him.

“Probably. It’s actually gross how infatuated he is with you. I never thought he’d ever feel… anything.”

The guilt in my gut grows, until I can barely speak.

“You have a choice to make here, Avery. What did you do that’s so terrible you can’t tell him? There’s nothing on this planet that man hasn’t done, so it’s not like he has the moral high ground on anything. The longer you put this off-“

“I know,” I sob, wiping at my cheeks. “But I’m scared, Hunter. This wasn’t supposed to happen-“

I freeze when I remember who I’m talking to, and I take a slow, deep breath, fighting off the tears.

“It’s fine. I’ll tell him tonight, when I see him. He’ll be here, won’t he?”

Hunter nods. “There’s a lot of work he needs to tackle, now that the feds are backing off.”

“What?” I whisper, staring up at him in an effort to read his mind, but Hunter is a master at making his thoughts.

He smiles, but the gesture is a little twisted, and stands up with the ease of a man much, much smaller than his size.

“Just remember, you always have a choice. Whether you make the right one, is entirely up to you. Just remember I have several bullets with your name on them if you ever step out of line,” he says, in a bone-chilling, sing-song voice.

With that, he leaves the apartment, closing the door firmly shut behind him.

__________________________________________

It’s well past eight when we make it back, and the first thing I do is seek out Avery in her apartment. I missed her, I realised, and I wanted desperately to see her.

My relationship with women had always revolved around sex, not that this one was any different. I didn’t have it in me to give them more than that. I didn’t want to.

I was twisted and ugly on the inside.

Any time I dared show a fraction of how messed up I was, it either frightened them to death or they tried to ‘fix’ me. But I wasn’t broken.

I was fine with the person I was. I didn’t want to change, and Avery understood that. We shared the same characteristics, embraced the darkness that flowed through us with every beat of our hearts.

But she was also so different.

Her vulnerability, her relative innocence, made me want to protect her. I enjoyed her presence and wanted to spend my free time with her.

Disgusting, I know…

I enter without knocking, having become accustomed to just walking into her space without her even knowing.

I am disappointed to find it vacant, and after I realise she isn’t home, I’m immediately pissed off and make my way upstairs.

Where she’s waiting for me…

I have to assume Hunter let her in, since it looks as if she hasn’t been here long. She’s wearing a very short, strappy, blue dress and a pair of dangerously high heels.

She’s made more effort with her makeup than usual, with the mascara, the eyeliner and bold red lip.

I let my gaze roam over her appreciatively before placing my guns, laptop, phone and coat on a small table by the door. Hunter had agreed to leave me alone until tomorrow morning, so I wouldn’t need my phone until then. Besides, he could just come up to the penthouse if there was an emergency.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, pet?” I ask her, shrugging out of my jacket and tossing it on top of my things.

“I needed to see you. I haven’t really been having the best day,” she admits, her voice flat. The air around her was less vibrant, her eyes didn’t spark with mischief or hunger at the sight of me.

She seemed tired, drained, as if she had been thinking a lot.

“Is there anything Escort Ankara I can do to help make you feel better?”

Of course, my cock is already hard at the sight of her. So the second she begins walking towards me, steps hurried and eager, it turns to granite.

I am delightfully surprised when she falls to her knees in front of me, her slender fingers loosening my belt and lowering zip to pull my erection from my briefs.

I have to spread my legs a little wider to maintain my balance when she swallows the head whole without warning, and an elated groan escapes my lips when she grabs at my balls.

Last time, she wasn’t very well acquainted with my cock, so she’d taken her time getting to know what I liked and how I liked it. Now, though, she just takes inch after inch of my length into her mouth until I’m pushing into her throat.

I throw my head back in contentment, and pull hers closer as my hips begin to thrust forward involuntarily, needing more.

Warm fingers massage my balls and rub against my taint. Avery swallows around me, moaning deep in her throat, which nearly brings me to my knees. I growl and dig my fingers into her scalp.

She’s doing so much already that it would be a crime to stop her, especially since I’m so, so close to shooting my cum down her throat. She works for it, bobbing her head back and forth. Her plump, red lips sliding along my cock, a sight now burned into the deepest recesses of my brain.

I angle her head just right, and grab hold of her hair. She grunts around my girth, and I hiss out a breath when she chokes. By now, I’m panting, my groans long and deep in my throat.

I disregard her need to draw breath the closer I got to my release, and in seconds, I’m thrusting into her throat with abandon, fucking her face like a pussy.

She gags, chokes and sputters, her fingers still working my balls and taint, matching my rhythm effortlessly.

I erupt down her throat with a string of curses, spilling my seed into her ravenous mouth, and Avery swallows everything I give her without wasting a single drop.

A full minute later, I pull out with a satisfied sigh. I stare down at her for a while, brows knitted together in wonder.

“What brought this on?”

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now,” she says, wiping at her chin with her hand. Some of her lipstick is smeared on the side of her face, and her eyes are glistening with tears from the lack of oxygen.

Beautiful.

“And I really enjoy pleasing you,” she adds, lifting up on her knees, her hands clutching at my thighs.

Oh, fuck.

I am not a man who often gives into temptation. I mean, sure, I’ll murder the occasional person and accept a cock sucking every now and then, but mostly, I could control myself.

But right now? Looking down at this gorgeous woman kneeling in front of me, with those enormous eyes and fuckable mouth, I wouldn’t have been able to deny her even if I wanted to.

I gather her hair in a tight hold at the crown of her head, and without another word, I pull on her dark curls, dragging her with me as I make my way further into the apartment. She follows awkwardly, half-crawling, half-stumbling, trying very hard to keep up with my pace.

I’ve never had a woman in any of my bedrooms before. I didn’t want their scent in my sheets, or their hair on my carpets. But it seemed apropos to bring Avery here tonight.

I push open the door, and step inside the spacious room, pulling Avery towards the black and gold, king-sized centrepiece. I drag her towards the dark blue, backless bench at the foot of the bed, and kneel her onto it so her top half is on the bed before releasing her.

“Do not move.”

I let my hand run up her thigh, under her dress, hooking my fingers around her black panties and tearing them off her. I wonder why she still bothered to wear these, seeing as I just tore them off her anyway. But maybe she liked that…

I watch the lace bite into her skin before it rips at the hip and I gather the scraps in my hand, holding it so the crotch is on my palm, and bring the damp cotton to my face, inhaling as deeply as my lungs will allow. Something about the way her cunt smelled when she was turned on made me salivate, and I wanted desperately to bury my face in her pussy to eat her out again.

I ball up the panties and shove them into her mouth. Deep enough that she can’t spit them out, but not so much that she can’t breathe. The slight widening of her eyes is the only reaction I get from her. I loosen the tie around my neck and bind her hands at the small of her back.

Avery pulls at them for a bit, testing to see whether she can break free, but to no avail. She moans quietly in defeat, her body relaxing into the soft mattress.

I knelt on the floor behind her, my eyes eating up the sight of her ass and her pussy this close to my face. I lick my lips, eager to get started on her cunt and tap the inside of her thighs in a silent command for her to spread her legs.

She responds immediately and I open my mouth, breathing hot air onto her slit while eyeing the puckered hole above it with greed. I hold her open with my hands, then run my long, thick tongue from her clit, all the way past her slit, to that untouched hole.

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