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Katie Cummings sat at her kitchen table with the classifieds and a red pen. She wore her usual tight jeans and even tighter tee shirt and a small pair of reading glasses were balanced on her nose, they only served to heighten her exquisite beauty.

Sighing, she turned the page for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I thought you said you knew a job for me.” She said to no one in particular. “I do.” The voice in her head returned “Keep looking, I’ll know it when I see it.” Katie sighed again and turned the page once more.

For no apparent reason, an add no bigger than any other caught Katie’s eye. “LIVE INDUSTRIES” it read “SEEKING SECRETARY FOR HIGH RANKING EXECUTIVE. INTERVIEWS MONDAY AT 10:00 AM” The add was far to short and usually positions like that weren’t even in the paper, especially not for live industries. “Don’t they make weapons for the government or something?” Katie asked aloud “How should I know.” The voice returned “This is your world, not mine. Anyway, that add was left as an invitation, to you and to me. Lets not disappoint whoever left it.” “You want me to be a secretary?” Katie asked incredulous “I don’t know anything about taking messages and filling and that stuff.” “Don’t worry.” The voice answered with a touch of humor “I think your other assets will suffice.” “Well” Katie said, mostly to herself “I guess being a secretary is a lateral career move from dancing topless. It says interviews will be held tomorrow.”

* * * * *

Frank Storm sat in the leather chair at the mahogany desk that dominated his spacious, top floor office. He smiled wickedly to himself and made a tent out of his hands in front of himself. Yup, he was on top of the world.

Still grinning, he spun around to look out his picture window at the cold, dark night. “Soon this whole city will be mine.” He said to himself, smiling even more.

“You cant take it with you.” A voice came from behind, in the office that had been empty scant moments ago. “And I think we both know where your heading when your time is up.” The smile drained from Franks face. “What do you want?” He asked, turning to face the stranger who sat on the edge of the room cloaked in shadow.

“Oh come now” The stranger said “Is that anyway to talk to your new boss. Remember what it was like before you came to me. You don’t want to go back to the mailroom do you?” “No.” Frank answered, his superior attitude now completely gone, “But the project is working perfectly! The missile is almost ready , I’ll be putting more tar in the cigarettes as soon as I can… I swear!”

“Forget about that!” The stranger roared, holding up a newspaper Frank could have sworn he didn’t have a moment before. “I am here about this add.” “But I didn’t authorize tha…” Frank began “I did.” The stranger interrupted “There will be one candidate for the job that I want you to learn as much about as you can.” “What’s this persons name?” Frank asked “Finding the information is your task.” The stranger answered, and with that he was gone.

Frank poured a tall drink of brandy from a bottle on his desk and gulped it down. “Man I hate it when he does that!” He said to himself, pouring another drink.

* * * * *

Katie sat in the lobby of the Live Industries building dressed in the best secretary outfit she could afford. An ash gray skirt suit (with the shortest skirt she was aware existed), six inch heels and an extremely thin white blouse, no bra underneath. Her hair was done up in a bun and she had her reading glasses on, even though she couldn’t see much past fifteen feet with them on, she thought they made her look the part of the ‘porno secretary’ better.

Nervously she crossed and uncrossed her smooth shapely legs, “Who am I supposed to be looking for?” She asked under her breath. The voice hesitated and Katie assumed it was scanning the room. “Him!” The voice said at last, focusing Katie’s attention on a particularly well dressed man going through a folder across the room.

Katie smiled and stood, then started her best vamp walk towards the man, swiveling her hips as much as she could. She finally reached the man, who was still preoccupied with his folder. “Hi there.” She said in her sexiest voice “I’m here about the secretary job…” “Fill this out” the man replied, handing her a form without looking up from his papers. “I was hoping for a more PERSONAL interview…” Katie said closing the mans folder. He began to look up angrily, then his draw dropped as he saw Katie.

“Um…” He stammered “Yeah sure, lets uh, lets go to my office…” “Okay” Katie agreed, giving her sluttiest smile. In moments they were on the elevator on the long ride to the top floor. Katie and the man stood near the back, watching other people get on and off on the many floors Anadolu Yakası Escort they passed. After about six floors, Katie felt the mans hand on her ass, and leaned back into it. The man smiled. Six more floors and she felt his thumb slip under the hem of her skirt. A few more floors and his entire hand was under, tracing the line of her white silk panties. By the time they reached the top floor he had already discovered that she was pleasantly wet and slipped a finger into her, causing her to gasp and draw the attention of several men on the elevator.

As soon as the doors opened on the top floor the man grabbed Katie’s hand and led her to an office door. She barely managed to catch the name on the door: PRESIDENT FRANK STORM.

Frank led her into a huge office with incredibly expensive furniture, he had already loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Katie smiled again and unbuttoned her blazer, revealing the nearly translucent blouse (and in turn her perfect breasts and rock hard nipples.) Frank already had a bulge in his pants and as Katie looked on he slumped into his leather office chair and gave a look as if to say “Well?”

Katie threw her jacket to the side and began to walk slowly and seductively towards the man, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. Finally, as the last button came loose and she untucked the shirt, letting it hang freely about her body, she reached him and fell to her knees. He gave a big smile as she undid the zipper of his pants and reached in to grasp his stiff member.

Katie tried to hide her disappointment as the three and a half inch cock fell free. “I’m here for business” She thought “Not pleasure.” “Right” the voice returned “Now get him out of the office somehow so we can look around!”

Frank moaned loudly as Katie took his manhood in her hands, gently but firmly sliding her hands up and down over the tip. “Oh yeah babe.” He said under his breath “Lick it!” Katie obeyed and stuck her tongue as far out of her mouth as she could, touching the very tip to Franks dick and tasting his salty precum. “Mmmmm.” She moaned, closing her eyes and sliding her tongue down the head of his cock one millimeter at a time. He breathed sharply and flexed every muscle in his body, feeling the wet warmth of her tongue gliding gently over him.

Katie let her tongue reach the shaft, then made an ‘O’ out of her pink glossy lips and slipped them onto his cock, all the while looking up at him with the sexiest stare she could manage. She could feel that her juices had begun to flow and couldn’t wait for a chance to finish herself off. Absently she began to rub her thighs together, the friction moving her clitty ring and bringing her some relief.

She slipped all of Franks small cock into her mouth and began to deep throat him, despite that fact that he was barely long enough to even reach her throat. That didn’t seem to bother him any, however and he groaned and moaned in pleasure. Only a few minutes passed before Katie felt his balls tighten up. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to swallow anything that shoots out of this guy!” She thought to herself, the yearning in her sex starting to overwhelm her.

With skill that comes only from experience, she slipped his cock out of her mouth, and just in time too, for no sooner did the head pop free than the first blast of Franks cum shot forth, hitting Katie right in the face. She jumped back slightly as more and more of the whitish fluid hit her, a glob landing on one of the lenses of her glasses. “This guy must not have seen any action since 1994.” She said to herself “He certainly has quite a tank full.”

Finally Frank’s ejaculation ceased and he lay there, exhausted, Katie kneeled before him for a moment, her beautiful face absolutely dripping with his spunk. The warmth in the pit of her stomach was calling out to her, she could hardly resist plunging a finger into herself.

Frank finally managed to speak “So…” He said “What’s your name?” “Katie…” Katie managed to say, despite the urge she was fighting “Katie Cummings.” “NO!” She heard the voice in her head cry out “I told you to tell him nothing! At least get him out of the office!” “Don’t worry.” Katie replied in her head “I have a plan.”

“Well miss Cummings.” Frank continued, pulling Katie back to the conversation “You got the job.”

Katie stood, a drop of cum dripping off off her chin to land on her engorged nipple. “Not so fast.” She said “I don’t think our transaction is done yet…” Frank began to say something but was silenced as Katie grabbed him with great strength and threw him to the floor. Before he could react she was sitting on his chest, her perfect legs on either side of his head.

The overwhelming Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan smell of female arousal hit Franks nostrils and his eyes wandered to between Katie’s spread thighs, taking in the sight of her drenched panties. As he watched she hiked the, now very damp, skirt up and pulled off the lacy panties, dropping them onto Franks nose. He inhaled deeply, savoring the odor of this goddesses most intimate place. “There’s plenty more where that cam from.” Katie answered his thoughts and eased her way forward on his body, until she was kneeling over his face, her dripping sex just inches from his face.

Eagerly he began to lick and Katie settled down onto him more snugly, savoring the sensation of his tongue exploring her pussy and circling her clit. Every so often he bit down on her clitty ring and gave it a tug. She moaned loudly and grabbed hold of her twin nipple rings, playing with them and drifting in ecstasy.

Katie lost track of time and Franks pace began to slow, she could feel the pressure building up inside her and knew it wouldn’t be long now. As her climax fast approached, she rose up, forcing him to stretch his tongue to reach. Finally, she gave a great cry as she came fast and furious, a burst of her wetness shooting out of her flexing pussy and coating Franks face.

Basking in her afterglow, she rolled off of Franks, wet, sticky face. “Mmmmmm.” She purred, “that was fabulous, thanks.” “No problem.” Frank said, her taste still overwhelming him “I’m, I’m just going to go get cleaned up now.” He stood and tucked her panties into his pocket, then rushed out of the room.

Katie smiled. “I knew that would work.” She said to herself “Never underestimate the power of a squirting woman.” Quickly she stood and looked around. “What am I looking for?” She asked. “Anything suspicious.” The voice answered, “check the file cabinet.” Katie walked over to the file cabinet, as she had been told, and found it locked. Effortlessly she pulled it open, snapping the lock.

Just then, she heard the doorknob begin to turn. “Oh shit!” she said aloud “Quickly!” The voice replied, out the window!” “We’re on the top floor!” Katie shot back. “Fly!” the voice continued. “I can fly?” Katie asked “No time for this!” the voice yelled. Katie shrugged and grabbed the drawer of the file cabinet, then leapt out the window, shattering it into hundreds of pieces.

Frank walked into the room just in time to see her jump. “Oh, this is not good…” He thought to himself.

Katie fell at first “I thought you said I could fly!” She screamed aloud. With that she found herself rising up, almost floating. “Nevermind”, she said smiling. She flew quickly home, doing the best a half naked gorgeous flying woman can do to not be noticed.

Sighing she flew in through the window and set the drawer down. Absently, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, noticing for the first time that she’d left her panties behind. “Damn” She said aloud, “At this rate I’m going to brake the bank just buying underwear!” She shrugged and headed to the shower to remove the sticky remnants of the days encounters.

* * * * *

Frank paced restlessly in his office, awaiting the inevitable.

At last he heard the strangers voice from the shadows. “Well? What have you discovered?”

Frank nervously turned to see the dark man sitting there, as he always was in these visits, in a chair that was previously empty. Frank swallowed hard. “I got the woman’s name!” He said enthusiastically “But she uh, she got away with the file drawer I had the plans for the operation in…”

The stranger nodded calmly. “And her name?” He asked. “Katie.” Frank answered “Katie Cummings.” The stranger nodded again. “Now you die for your failure!” He said raising a hand. “Wait!” Frank shouted “There’s one more thing!” Shaking he pulled Katie’s panties out of his pocket. “These were hers.” he continued “Their covered in her juices, if that helps you.”

The strangers anger seemed to vanish, he took the panties and held them to his nose. After taking a long deep breath he looked at Frank once again. “Very good my servant.” He said “You have saved your life… for now.” And then the stranger vanished.

* * * * *

Katie sat in her cramped apartment, wearing her worn out bathrobe and sifting through the oversized file drawer.

“Hmmm.” She said to herself “Most of this is just normal business stuff, the part I understand anyway.” That said, the next file in the drawer caught Katie’s eyes. “Project Hellfire?” She read the tittle aloud.

Eagerly, she picked up the document and began to read. “These are the plans for some kind of missile!” She said to herself again, picking up another Escort Anadolu Yakası piece of paper. “And these are launch plans!” “It says Live Industries is planning to launch this missile at New York City!” “But that would do nothing but kill tons of people, no threat, no money demand, why would anyone do that?” “For their souls.” The voice answered.” “What” Katie inquired. “If all those people die.” The voice elaborated “Our enemies will be able to use their souls to power their magic, such a massive loss of life would give them enough energy to open a portal to this world… Permanently!”

“That doesn’t sound good.” Katie replied “This looks like another job for SuperSlut.” She added grinning. “This is no laughing matter!” The voice chastised. “Right.” Katie returned, dropping back into a serious mood “It says they have a secret launch site under the office building. I guess I’m headed back there.”

In the background Katie vaguely overheard a story on the news about how one hundred people in the downtown district had reported seeing a naked woman fly out of an office building. “I had a skirt on!” she thought to herself.

* * * * *

Later that night a cab pulled up next to the huge statue in front of the Live Industries building and Katie stepped out.

She looked around to make sure no one was watching, then slipped into an alleyway and pulled a large pink dildo out of her purse. “Here goes nothing.” She said to herself, pushing the silver button. In an instant her normal clothes vanished, replaced by her SuperSlut outfit.

“Now then” she said to herself, “time to go down!” She smiled at her own joke and began looking around for a manhole cover or any other way to get under ground.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, inside the building, a man dressed in strangely military garb rushed to Frank Storms office. “Sir!” He yelled “Our security cameras picked up the woman you told us to watch for!” “Damn!” Frank yelled “I didn’t expect her to return so soon! Launch the missile!” “But sir…” The soldier tried to protest “JUST DO IT!” Frank yelled.

* * * * *

Katie had already been looking for some entrance to this secret launch site for quite a while when she heard a horrible, grating sound from the front of the building. Running at inhuman speed she saw that the statue her cab had pulled up near had now flipped up on its side, revealing a long dark tube. A missile silo.

As Katie ran to fly down the tube, she heard a noise even louder than the last and a red, ten foot long, six inch wide missile shot from the tube trailing flame behind it. “There’s nothing easy.” Katie sighed and leapt into the air after it.

The missile was fast, very fast, and Katie was still not used to flight, after only a few minutes she felt her energy beginning to dwindle. Pushing herself, she managed one last burst of speed and caught hold of one of the missiles tail fins. She gritted her teeth and pulled herself up until she was able to grab the missile proper and hold it in a bear hug. Finally, she managed to straddle the weapon.

No sooner had she done so, than she felt the awesome vibrations the powerful weapon produced. She melted with ecstasy almost immediately and an intense climax hit her only seconds later. Her strength returned and she pressed herself closer to the missile. “I’ve never had something this powerful between my legs!” She said, though she could not hear herself over the roar of the missile.

Her pussy clenched and unclenched faster than she thought possible, searching for whatever phantom lover brought so much pleasure and her clit throbbed so that she could feel each heartbeat send a flood of blood into the little nub. She came again and then again and again, she was aware of about a half dozen times before she lost count. Her thighs began to slip as her wetness flooded out of her, soaking the missile.

Katie felt heights of power swell within herself she’d never imagined before. Easily she crawled up the missile to the pointy tip and tore her panties away. She flew quickly in front of the weapon, then spread her thighs and slowed down ever so slightly, bracing herself.

As she had expected, the very tip of the device pushed its way about seven inches into her hot sex. She called out wildly as the weapon sent unimaginably intense waves of bliss through her body.

After quite a while of this intense stimulation (and more unbelievable orgasms than she could count) Katie realized what she would have to do and, reluctantly, pulled the missile out of her and pointed it straight up, giving it a little extra push.

The missile flew fast and furious up out of the atmosphere, exploding harmlessly with a bright flash.

Katie reached down to rub her (now quite empty feeling) cunt, and found that her panties had ‘regrown’ from out of nowhere. She shrugged and sped off towards her apartment.

That night the local news reported mostly about the mysterious flash in the night sky. There was no more mention of some ‘flying woman.’

No one ever saw Frank Storm ever again. The police never found a body.

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This is a work of fiction, and all characters are over the age of 18.

So hello to all! I had originally started a ‘blackmail’ story and never finished it, and instead decided to rewrite it with my two favorite characters having a ‘conversation’ of sorts as they describe the events (and Ashlynn’s reaction!). Hope you enjoy!

***

It was early evening the next day when Ashlynn and Johnathan were enjoying a bit of cuddle time in front of the window overlooking St. Georgina bay That Ashlynn asked to hear more about Johnathan’s previous blackmail experience.

“Well you certainly seem excited to hear.” He said in a coy manner. Ashlynn’s answer was quite to the point.

“Well Hell yes! I told you before that blackmail stories are ‘my thing,’ and now I find out I’m living with a blackmailer? I’ve spent most of my day today with my hand between my legs! Bae, I’ve cum twice today already! Dammit man, I want you inside me now!” Ashlynn liked how her Man reacted, literally tearing her robe off her, turned her over onto all fours, and with no fanfare shoved her face into the bed, her ass up, and his dick into Ashlynn from behind, slamming it in and out like a jackhammer. With one hand holding her hips, the other holding her at the neck and pushing her into the bed, in no time at all Ashlynn released her murder-scream, her body convulsing in reaction to His dick and a spectacular feeling of warmth washed over her as He shot a huge load of cum deep inside her. They lay for a time just staring at the Sun riding lower and lower on the Gulf before Johnathan began to tell the rest of his story.

Johnathan was glad he had just blown a huge load, because as he began to tell this tale his woman took his cock in hand and started stroking and sucking it as his story continued. “Dayummm Bae…” he got out.

SLUUURP-“C’mon, tell me some more.” She said as she put the head in her mouth. Lifting off for a moment she said “I’m listening…” though it came out garbled with His dick in her mouth.

Well, I knew that Cole wouldn’t return from his business trip for several more days, so the next day when I got home from work, I called Antoinette on the phone, and told her to come across the hall to his apartment wearing nothing but a night shirt….no bra, no panties. I thought she would balk at that because she grumbled for a few minutes, but eventually agreed — I mean what choice did she really have?” As he said this Johnathan playfully rubbed Ashlynn’s butthole and the entrance to her vagina, making her moan.

“So when she knocked on his door, I opened it, and was standing there completely naked. I liked that she looked right at my cock as she entered. So I close the door, whip the shirt off roughly, and grabbed her left breast with one hand, while I pushed her to her knees with the other. Without fanfare I grabbed my hardening dick and shoved it in her mouth, telling her ‘you know what to do, Antoinette…. So let’s get this party started.’ To my surprise she got right to it, moving my Ankara escort dick into and out of her mouth, while I stood there with my hands on my hips, rocking slightly to the rhythm of her bobbing head and really digging the ride.”

SLURP “like I-gahh…-am?” Ashlynn asked.

“Shee-yit! N-no Bae, you are mu-much better.” He said, and then continued. So I told to stroke it and play with my balls…yeah, like that” Johnathan commented, as Ashlynn played out his story but used her mouth. “So I also began squeezing and groping her tits. She really moaned and grunted loudly when I pinched and twisted one nipple, then the other. After a bit of this, as you can imagine I was fully hard, so I pulled Antoinette up by the elbows and spun her around, facing away from me. I think she was embarrassed, but I could tell that sucking my dick and the attention to her tits had excited her. So I then bent her over the arm of my couch, rubbed my dick along her pussy crack and shoved it into her from behind, causing Antoinette to grunt from the sudden thrust. I then held her hips and began pounding her from behind HARD.”

At that Ashlynn said “Dammit baby that makes me hotter than fucking Florida asphalt in July!”

“Yeah it felt GOOD to shamelessly pound this woman this way,” Johnathan said. “Baby I REALLY enjoy you best, but hitting her like this was a tight second.”

“So did you orgasm in her?” Ashlynn asked

“No Bae…not yet. She was yelping and twisting under me so it wasn’t like she could like she didn’t want it, so all at once I pulled out. I roughly lifted her up and plopped my ass on the couch, pulled her down with me, and stuffed my cock stuffed Antoinette’s pussy, with her legs straddling his lap.”

Ashlynn took the hint, and giving her Man’s fat cock a few hand pumps, she mounted him and began to grind her pussy on him. The effect took hold in a flash, and with mutual groans Johnathan Roberts slid inside this incredible woman. Looking down at her Man, she said “Oh my, I see you like this…please bae, please tell me more…”

“Ohh,dayumm……” he got out, then managed to get back to his story. “So for several minutes I had his hands on both her hips, bouncing her up and down on my fat dick, as her big tits bounced freely. But when I released her hips to grab her swinging tits, I noticed that she continued bouncing up and down on my prick all by herself. So from here, I began groping and slapping her breasts.” And of course he did this to Ashlynn. The feeling of being inside Ashlynn was off the charts, so he slowed her to a grind, then mumbles something about talking or fucking, her choice.

With Ashlynn now beside him, licking her juices off his cock. Johnathan detailed that then he didn’t last long….he exploded into a huge orgasm, spewing cum deep into Antoinette’s cunt. The final bit was when Antoinette continued to bounce on Johnathan’s shaft as he kept shooting rope after rope of cum into her. He owned that pussy now, and they both Ankara escort bayan knew it. Johnthan then detailed how Antoinette had reached one hand down and rubbed her clitoris when she stayed on him Cowgirl. Between her fingers rubbing her clit, and Johnathan’s cock still deep in her cunt, it wasn’t long before Antoinette erupted into her own orgasm. With a shaking, almost crying groan, she continued sliding up and down on Johnathan’s deflating cock, until the tingling sensation of his dick inside her died and he flopped out.

“Damn that makes me want more…” Ashlynn said, “But not sure if I can, thanks my masturbating earlier.”

“Well see, that’s what my bad girl gets for that.” He said, “I should roll you over and spank you>

“You know John,” Ashlynn replied, “I have been thinking about it as of late. But please baby Please! Tell me more, and then let’s talk about what a bad girl I’ve been, OK?”

Johnathan smiled. This was a part of their relationship he had always wanted, and now here it was…so how could he help but smile? Keeping on subject though, he continued. “Well, when our breathing had returned to normal, I had Antoinette grab a towel from the bathroom and clean them both off. Then — just like the previous evening — she cooked dinner in the nude, and then fondled and stroke my prick while we both ate at the dinette table. But this baby-girl, is where things took a fun turn.”

“Oh?” Ashlynn asked.

“Yeah. We were both about to sit on the couch again, same as last night, when my phone rang. When I answered it, of course it was Cole — looking for Antoinette.” They both broke into mutual grins. “I don’t remember it all for verbatim, but wow was Antoinette worried, her eyes big like a deer caught in the headlights. She was frantically shaking her head “NO” to me, as Cole asked him if I knew where Antoinette was. So you know me bar, I immediately pointed at my cock, which had come alive, and was starting to grow. Rolling her eyes, Antoinette grabbed and started jerking it, all the time staring at me with pleading eyes and shaking her head.”

Ashlynn responded by making a show of using her full tongue to like her palm and fingers, then began giving her Man a hand job. With her other hand she kind of waved it as though she wanted Him to continue.

“Well you know me, Bae, I’m all about helping out, so I pushed Antoinette’s head toward my lap, and slipped the tip of my dick into her mouth. Antoinette bobbed her head up and down feverishly, as Johnathan continued his conversation with Cole, hoping to make shoot my wad, and soon.”

“Yeah I know you Bae…” Ashlynn offered, playfully rolling her eyes.

“So of course I said I hadn’t seen her.” Johnathan said, continuing, “Then said “Sure Cole, I’ll walk across the hall and see if she’s in, I’m pretty sure she is.”

Now my dick was now fully erect, but Antoinette had stopped sucking on it and was looking at me frightfully when she heard me say I would go across Escort Ankara the hall check on her. I ran my cock in and out of her mouth once more, then I turned her around on the couch so she was on her hands and knees. I then knocked on the coffee table, as if it was her apartment door, then said ‘Oh, hi, Antoinette. Cole called me in my apartment because he couldn’t get a hold of you on your cell. Here, you can use my phone’ you should have seen that look as I handed it to her.”

Johnathan then detailed how he handed Antoinette his phone, who took it with a rightfully worried look. “I bet you pushed right into her while she was on the phone!” Ashlynn said with a bit of a laugh.

“Damn right I did. It made Antoinette to stifle a grunt from my assault on her cunt. With supreme effort, she managed to sound light and breezy when she spoke into the phone. Ash baby, that pussy was WET so deep down I knew the deal.” As he described this, he had only to touch Ashlynn to get her to roll over. Like a (mostly) good girl, Ashlynn had turned to face her dressing mirror. Johnathan had to take a moment to lightly touch and rub that magnificent apple ass before he straddled her and enjoyed the look on her face as puuuuushed himself inside her.

“Dammit Ashlynn…y-y-ou are the BEST I’ve e-ever-h-had…” And slowed. I’m gonna hold you like this while I talk.” Johnathan said. The view of himself buried balls deep in Ashlynn Luker was incredible, and it took a bit before he could continue. “Well I kept at it the whole time they were talking, but not hard, just sliding in and out of that juicy twat. I liked how Antoinette bit her lip and stifled moans and grunts. After they said their ‘I love you’s’ and ‘goodbyes’, and Cole told her to hand the phone back to me, and she did so with pleading eyes, then buried her face in the couch. I grabbed her hips and put the phone first on speaker, then on her ass. My orgasm was almost there, but I was holding off. Cole said, ‘Just wanted to say ‘thanks’ for checking on Antoinette for me. I appreciate it.’ Ash, AS SOON as I disconnected, I dumped every ounce of liquid in my body inside that woman’s pussy. I just couldn’t take it anymore baby.”

Ashlynn had been slow grinding this whole time, and at that point, her eyes locked in this incredible Man, she began thrusting back into him and squeezing those kegel. “Please cum in me!” she shouted, and it didn’t take long to get that wish.

As they both lay here gasping, fatigue was really taking its toll on these two lovers. This time it was Ashlynn who just managed to guide her Man to the shower. Johnathan elaborated that his neighbors moved a few weeks later, but shortly thereafter Antoinette started showing up on her own, the incentive to do so had apparently changed.

“Well Johnathan Roberts, I have to say that you are FAR and away the most creative and interesting Man I have EVER known.” Ashlynn told him, as they cuddled in the dark. As sleepy delirium began to overtake them, Johnathan ended the night by saying “You know that bad-girl punishment you mentioned? Yeah Antoinette was really into that.

Settling in with her Man wrapped around her, feeling totally safe, Ashlynn hoped that he’d tell her about it as Johnathan Roberts did the same to her, and slipped off into very, very pleasant dreams.

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A storm is coming up. Just like the night Cassie died. I’m in my wheelchair on the porch remembering. I don’t always need the chair, but sometimes my leg hurts very badly. My close friend Allison comes by now and then. She is a wonderful friend.Mike Cousins was always trying to steal Cassie. She said it would never happen. And like a fool I believed her. After three years, I believed her.It was just before St. Valentine’s Day. A storm was coming up. I was going to go into Teddy’s for a beer and I drove around to the back parking lot. That’s when I saw Mike’s car, and someone was with him. Anadolu Yakası Escort Yes, it was Cassie. I was furious, but what could I do? So, I went home.Allison came by that night. She knew something was wrong. I told her what I had seen, and she blew her stack. She reminded me of all of the things I had done for Cassie, and how Mike unceremoniously dumped her at a party. We decided to get our evens by scaring them. Pounding on the glass, that type of a scare. But when we got there our anger increased. I looked at Allison, she returned a devilish Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan smile. It was easy to see they were both drunk.I pulled open the driver’s door, then grabbed Mike’s knife from the dash. I pushed him back into the car and went to the door by Cassie. I pulled open the door and began stabbing Cassie. Mike was too drunk to try to stop me. Allison opened the hatch on her car and pulled out a body bag. Mike and Cassie were covered in blood, but so was I.  I had lifted her from the car to the body bag. I left the knife in Escort Anadolu Yakası Mike’s hand embedded in the seat.Allison and I drove to her place of business, the town’s mortuary. We drug Cassie in, and I placed her and my close in the tank they use for cremation. And waited.About twelve hours, Allison handed me Cassie’s urn with Cassie’s ashes and my ashes from my clothes. We took the urn and a box I kept as a remembrance of what Cassie had done to me. We went back to my house.When we got home, Allison and I celebrated with a few beers. I was in my wheelchair because the night’s activities had aggravated the old injury. Allison stood in front of me and started a seductive strip tease. She would bend near me, let me fondle her, and suck her nipples. When she was finished with her strip, she back toward me. I was licking and kissing tight round ass. Then she would turn, and I would play with her wet pussy.

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Rain drummed against the window of the store, droplets blurring the closed sign that had been turned off hours before. The lights were turned off throughout the entire store, all except one low light lamp in the very back corner of the bookshop. The soft hum of the electricity feeding into the lightbulb was only met by the sound of soft hitched breathing and turning pages. Isabelle had settled herself in the plush armchair hours ago, her feet out of the shiny black shoes she had walked in all day and now propped up on the shiny wooden table amongst the stacks of books she had read through since she sat down.

This was the only time she ever allowed herself into this section set deep into the back of the bookshop, behind all other sections and hidden from view of the front windows. Here she could be by herself, something that rarely was granted her in her busy schedule. Class, working the shop, then going home to her aunt; she had no time to spend with her own company. So once a week she stayed late after the last customers had left and the shop had been put back in order, when the streets became empty and the stars twinkled above. This was the only time she was able to be completely alone, and the only time she was able to read the books hidden so far back in the shelves without fear of judgement.

Flipping through the pages icy eyes scanned the words carefully and fully, absorbing each word into her soul as she fell into the story. This is how she read all her books, but books like tonight had a greater effect on her. Having read through a handful already she was having more and more trouble concentrating as her skin became hot under her blouse and her breathing grew labored. But she could not stop reading, not now.

His hands dug into the long locks at my scalp as he pulled me up, the thick head releasing from my lips with a loud pop. Pushing me back onto the great mounds of fur he tore the fabric of my nightgown until it hung only in shreds around my flesh, the great green slits set deep into his skull hungrily looking over my skin before locking onto mine. Lowering himself around me his arms bulged as his muscles flexed; his knee’s forcing their way between as he placed a long, warm lick up my jugular.

“Is this why you brought me here?” My voice shook as he drug sharp fangs across my skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. His voice rumbled in my ear, shaking down to my core.

“By tomorrow they’ll think Anadolu Yakası Escort you’ve been slaughtered by the beast, little do they know that their sacrifice has been seduced to become the monsters mate.”

“But you’re a man. Not the hulking black dog that murders cattle and stable boys.”

“For now.”

He silence me with a forceful kiss, his lips bruising mine before slipping a long slick tongue between them to tangle with my own. Clawed fingers drug down my side to catch the underside of my knee, lifting it until I was fully spread before him. Pulling away he eyed my body like I was prey, tongue running over his lips as his gaze came to rest on glistening flushed skin of my sex. Before I could blink he had pulled my hips up as he bent down, my shoulders digging into the skins beneath me as he brought my lips to his mouth to part them with his tongue. He drug it slowly over the sensitive skin, eyes staring down into mine as I writhed in pleasure at the long muscle that was plunging down into me to be clenched by my walls. It darted in and out of me before he pulled away, my soft whine of need drowned out by his low groan as he licked up the juice that had coated his chin.

“Remember, you said yes.” He growled as he straightened up, lowering my hips to meet his throbbing length. He ground it between my lips, veins rubbing against the nerves as he coat himself with my juices before lining himself with my entrance. He pushed in agonizingly slow, each ridge of him sending shudders through my body as he filled me to the bulge near the base of him. With a few more pumps he was fully inside of me, waiting for the last moan to fade from my lips before pulling out and beginning to slowly thrust into me. His claws dug into my hips, keeping me suspended as he began to pound himself into me, skin slapping again mine as he sent me into ecstasy. I could hardly hear his growls and grunts over the sound of my own voice echoing off the stone walls, voice rising to screams as he stretched me wide for him so he could claim every nerve of my insides.

Isabelle fumbled with the pages as she turned the page, her thighs rubbing together beneath full skirts as she attempted to read on. But it was too hot, she couldn’t concentrate well enough at the words to properly read, her body aching with need and blurring her mind. Setting the book down on the side table, Isabelle fumbled with the buttons Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan of her blouse. Releasing the now flushing scarlet skin of her breasts from the stiff fabric she laid a hand over the thumbing heart in her chest, the swell of her breast squished beneath her hand before they were released with tug downward on the constricting band. Petal colored nipples poked out against pale skin, flesh pushed upwards by her brassier as her fingers wandered over the sensitive buds to draw gasps from her lips.

Impatiently she lifted her hips from the chair, pulling her skirts up around her waist to expose her thighs. White stockings slipped against the hardwood floor as she ripped her slip and undergarments down her legs, kicking the fabric to the side as her fingers ran over the soft flesh of her thighs. A hand cupped her pulsing sex, fingers ghosting over the puffed lips as she shivered in anticipation. Shyly spreading her legs she slowly ran a finger between her lips, blushing at the wetness that soaked her skin. Despite her better judgement she had read through many books without thinking to remove her underthings earlier, and she fleetingly sighed that she would have to walk home in soaked panties; again.

Her head fell back against the soft fabric of her chair as she ran her finger over her clit, the nerves sending heat pooling in her stomach as she stroked it over and over. Her mind imagined the stories she had read prior, but with her in place of the lucky woman who inhabits mysterious far off places and flirts with dangerous and beautiful men. She was the woman given to the beast, she was the princess taken by pirates, she was the slave girl to a pharaoh, she was whatever she read to be. She could be touched by a thousand hands in her mind, her body ravaged and pleasured until she wouldn’t be able to walk for days. As her thoughts grew, so did her need. Her fingers stroked furiously at the bundle of nerves that were hardening under her fingertips, shudders of pleasure rolling through her body as she worked herself.

Wetness coated her fingers as she pressed them harder against her clit, her voice echoing off the walls as she moaned loudly through the feelings as her body trembled. She needed more, throwing her legs over either arm of the chair so she was exposed like the girl from her book. Any eyes that may have wandered through the room would see her, pale Escort Anadolu Yakası thighs thrown against cushioned fabric and her lips spread wide to reveal her throbbing clit and the soft pink skin of her entrance slick with her arousal. They would see her, chestnut hair falling around her flush cheeks, bare breasts arching to the sky as she cried to the ceiling in pleasure.

Faster she worked her fingers in circles around her clit, send waves of pleasure that shook her through her body. The ache inside of her drew her fingers to tease the slickness around her entrance, wetting her skin before she pushed fingers inside of her slowly. Her breathing hitched with each slide forward, until her fingers were buried deep inside of her. Hesitantly she began to thrust them in and out of her, her pleasure breaking all decency she held as she began to pound into her throbbing walls with finger curled to grind against the squishy surface of her insides. Her entire body grew hotter as she sent shudders of pleasure through her, images of her being taken passionately in this position taunting her behind closed eyes. She wondered what the feeling of a long length stretching her walls and bumping against her womb as someone hovered over would feel like, their hands holding her legs spread for their use as they spoke lewdly of her body.

Harder and harder she thrusts her fingers inside of her, her palm slapping wetly against her lips as she splattered her juices against her skin. Faster she moved her fingers over her clit, her back arching off the cushions and her legs spreading wide as her muscles would allow. She felt herself growing tense, her muscles fluttering in pleasure and begging for release. She was almost screaming, her speech slurred with stuttered praise as she called out melodies of her ecstasy. She could feel herself clench around her fingers, her walls searching to grip and milk whatever was inside of her heat. Unrelenting on her clit, she slammed her fingers inside herself as she came. Her body shuddered violent with each wave of pleasure, legs pulling themselves to her chest to clench around her arms as she kept her fingers buried inside of her and furiously stroked at the throbbing bundle of nerves.

With a scream her body tensed, her fingers caught inside her by the strength of her walls closing around them. Her thighs quivered and her hips rolled upwards unto her touch as she slowed. Her breathing labored and her body shaking she sunk into the fabric of the armchair, her legs slowly lowering as to not strain her muscles anymore. Slipping her fingers out of herself she let herself collapse, cheek resting against her shoulder as she allowed herself to be lulled into a pleased state of exhaustion. Perhaps she would begin staying late more than once per week.

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I saw her again this very nightBetween the books written by moonlight.Her form, not perfect but original, like sin,Strewn on Bostancı Escort my bed with pearls Bostancı Escort Bayan Escort Bostancı entwined,With her parted red lips, like auroral bonfires.I see that space between her heart and mindFor that is where the feral desires obeythe soft command of each other’s truth.As we kiss each others vulnerable scars,We learn each others deepest needs,We share in the seduction of each others heartAnd we begin to live, in the gift of abundance

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A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see below). This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.

Synopsis of Story to This Point (chapter starts further down this page). Elsa Conner and billionaire Mark Worthington meet at a party, only he hides his true worth and identity from her in fear this nice girl might be another gold digger trying to get into his wealth. They date, but when the truth is discovered Elsa breaks up with him in anger over his lack of trust in her. In love, he grovels his way back into her good graces only she sets a condition of reestablishing the relationship as the equal involvement of her sister Cindy. The trio falls deeper in love. There are some awkward moments where Elsa and Cindy work out how they’ll date their new boyfriend and whether to be exclusive. To test their relationship, they meet and enjoy a sexual evening with Tom on a weekend vacation. Later, Mark’s cute new secretary Melanie gets added to the relationship. After holding off to assert their independence, Elsa and Cindy move in with Mark; Melanie soon joins them in living in Mark’s posh condo. They all learn more about the ever-present bodyguards and security guards around Mark managed by stoic Lucas.

Mark’s long time aide Sheila eventually joins the sisterhood. He established an office dress code for Melanie and Sheila – no undies. Several parties are held that devolve into happy sexual events among friends. There’s a kidnap attempt on Mark that gets foiled. Mark meets Brita, a Danish woman he strongly resonates with. The four girls pick-up Ryan, Deke, Mike, and James at a club, and establish group-to-group fuck buddy relationships with them. Ryan introduces ‘The Experience’ – an intense A-spot orgasm – to the women; Mark learns and applies the technique on Brita and later to others. Cindy and Elsa get deeper into martial arts and handgun training motivated by the kidnap attempt on Mark. They get a chance to use their martial arts in a club one evening when dealing with some drunken men.

Mark arrives home from a trip to find a full-scale orgy underway that Elsa, Cindy, Melanie, and Sheila have orchestrated with the men they picked up at a club. One of the men Deke is their firearms instructor. Mark happily joins in the party. The girls hold a swing party and one of the guests brings KC – a talented artist, who Mark and the girls fall in love with, and who loves the group and its sexy lifestyle. Tom joins in, especially now that he has agreed to work for Worthington Industries. A vacation to a Mexican villa is planne; Brita, KC, and others join in the fun and sex at the villa. KC and Brita receive love rings like the others have. Elsa and Cindy seduce Lucas – Mark’s bodyguard. Marcia, the other key bodyguard, prepared to seduce Mark. The girls keep up their instruction in urban survival and weapons training.

Returning from Mexico, the rest of the circle of friends join the Mile High Club in Mark’s large custom 737 aircraft. Back at work, Elsa and co-worker Sean are sent to Las Vegas to iron out problems getting a condominium project approved by the city. While there Elsa does a fabulous strip tease. She also counsels Sean about breaking out of his life’s unsatisfactory rut, and bringing his wife Pam along on the new journey. Pam comes to Vegas and the fun starts as she gets in the spirit of change. Sean and Pam eventually come and enjoy one of the sex parties Mark, Elsa, and the others conduct. At work, Mark has Melanie present some improvement ideas to one of his businesses with great success. Mark and KC take a romantic trip to Europe. Eventually, Sean and Elsa’s boss at the architectural company learns of their new sexual relationship; Greg asks that he and his wife Kim be included.

A pipe bomb is discovered attached to Mark’s limousine, but turns out to be a hoax. Several other incidents happen including a drone watching at a sex party and a gross package of a dead rat and five mice delivered at a restaurant. Mark and the girls are being stalked and threatened. Cindy and Elsa continue to take martial arts and weapons training, expanding to include defensive driving and awareness about bombs.

Mark and the sisters form a sexual relationship with Greg and Sean, architects where she works, and their wives Kim and Pam. The women are given The Experience by Mark and predictably fall in love with him. Some planning work goes into a new house outside the city and land is purchased. Ankara escort Summer sex parties are held on the land by the river passing through. The stalker strikes again several times, his attacks falling on Mark, Elsa, KC, Melanie, and Sheila, but Elsa and Cindy eventually catch him. Mark is furious at Elsa and Cindy for putting themselves in harm’s way to catch the stalker, Myron Tanner; he punishes them. They also meet Troy and Dan in a club and have an erotic one-night stand with them. The girls also start flying lessons.

The girls decide to hold a large erotic party and end up with nearly forty attendees. Of course, open sex becomes a staple for the event. Izzy, another worker in Mark’s office, becomes a steady visitor and lover. Also invited to the party are their flight instructors Wes and Scott and their girlfriends Vanessa and Anna – who turn out to be porn stars. They also invitee Troy and Dan and their wives Janet and Sandy, who subsequently learn about the one-night stand their husbands enjoyed with Elsa and Cindy. Janet becomes a freewheeling sexual being at the party, with Sandy right behind her; their husbands are shocked.

Construction starts on the new home named The Meadows in a rural area outside the city. The home has a runway and river front as major attractions. Mark offers a premium to have the house completed by the following July first. Brita announces her marriage to lover Nils, and everyone attends enjoying some open sexuality while in Denmark. Myron Tanner escapes from police custody, burns the partially completed house, shoots at Mark while he’s learning to fly, and other mischief that could be deadly.

Elsa and Cindy get their jet ratings after pushing ahead with their advanced flight training. After several more encounters with Myron Tanner, they convince Mark and Lucas (head of Worthington security) that they should become bait for catching Tanner. They are armed and skilled in urban survival martial arts. While having lunch together Tanner approaches them in disguise. The two women realize the threat just in time, but gunfire breaks out. Elsa and Cindy shoot Tanner through the chest, but he gets off a shot that nearly kills Elsa.

Elsa spends hours in surgery after having been only seconds from death due to blood loss through her shot-up femoral artery. She slowly recovers and then spends months in physical therapy. House construction on the mansion continues. Everyone meets Alice, the interior decorator, whom they tease and then embrace into the sisterhood. The deadline for house construction of July first is met, and a joyous housewarming is held with many visitors from far and near. A fallout of the house warming is a detailed article concerning Mark Worthington, his ‘wives’ and other friends, and his lifestyle, including the sexual component. Despite the revelations in the media, no one seems to care.

Another large party is held at The Meadows a few weeks later, this time with sex being the major item on the agenda. Nearly eighty people attend. Mark entertains Vanessa and Anna, girlfriends of his flight instructors, plus Felicia and Monica, their new friends, at the party. They all want to make a porn film in Europe to compare to U.S. practices, and they want to dance in a strip club. Subsequently, Mark buys a rundown bar and starts renovations to turn it into a high-end restaurant, dance club, and strip club – the Club Infinity. In the design phase, he meets Stacy and the two hit it off despite her Goth-like tendencies. While the club is being renovated Mark prepared to surprise his friends Anna, Vanessa, Monica, and Felicia with the trip to Denmark where Brita is helping locate the right people to make an adult film there.

Chapter 70 – Divesting. Flight to St. Croix

Mark

The weekend after our large party with eighty or so guests was quiet. I got some time in with Scott working on my instrument rating. I finally had mastered the concept of the instrument scan. Miraculously, I’d stopped focusing on one instrument until I got that right to move onto the next one and find that in the meantime, several other indicators had gone to hell and the plane was doing something I didn’t want it to be doing. Instead, I smoothly scanned the entire panel and made small corrections with assurance that other things wouldn’t fall apart. The analogy that Scott made to running a multi-billion dollar conglomerate wasn’t wasted on me.

I invited Scott, Wes, Vanessa, and Anna out to The Meadows for dinner and play. To my surprise, Scott told me that Van and Anna were in L.A. working on a new porn film for one of the name studios. I bit my tongue and didn’t spill my own secret regarding taking them to Denmark with a few of the others in our group to do some European porn. I knew their girlfriends would get a big charge out of something like that.

Instead, Scott and Wes came out for a barbecue that evening. Alice decided to hang around Ankara escort bayan with us for the weekend with a sketchbook and her laptop working on Club Infinity when none of the other girls were looking over her shoulder. When she had a chance she’d show me some of her work.

Our friend Don also came in midafternoon ostensibly to use the pool. He was also a bachelor for the weekend since Edie, his wife, had flown to Florida to see her parents. Deke was at The Meadows to give a shooting lesson to Elsa, Cindy, and Melanie. Carter came by too after a call from Elsa who’d sized up the situation and the need for satisfying males. When Stacy showed up, I knew we had a hot little party going on for Saturday evening again: six males and eight females again.

Stacy gave me a sixty-second update on the To Do List when no one was nearby, and then gave herself into the party atmosphere that resulted from fourteen horny people being in one place. I had expected her to be clingy after the weekend before, but after our naked kisses in the pool she squared off with Carter, and the two of them turned up the heat on each other. I did see her check in with Elsa frequently regarding acceptable protocol with the guys and sex.

I had Alice and Izzy for the first round after dinner. We were out on the pool patio on a large double chaise that served more like a king-size bed. We worked on some of my favorite positions: swapping around as we shared the wealth. I loved it when Alice was on my cock in the cowgirl position and Izzy was riding my mouth and tongue facing Alice. I knew the two of them were making out and stimulating each other in other ways because I peeked once in a while when I didn’t have a pussy and cute ass entirely blocking my view.

Between rounds, Elsa cued me in that she had talked to Stacy about not being too clingy. She thought that Stacy’s initial rejection of being with me might have been due to her talk, plus her desire to try one of the other men and to test her boundaries. She did confirm that Stacy was all ga-ga eyed about me, totally smitten and in love.

Elsa posed with a cute look, “And how does Mark feel about Stacy?”

I admitted that I had feelings for the cute little Goth girl who had a bunch of tattoos and piercings scattered around her body plus some interesting piercings. Elsa nodded knowingly; she read me like a book.

Stacy and I coupled together for round two and there was no doubt it was the highlight of her weekend; she beamed and put her all into our lovemaking using some muscles I’m sure she’d never used before to show me how desirable she was when we made love. I poured on the coals and made the scene very romantic for her: music, candles, sweet loving words that made her swoon, a start with a gentle massage with aromatic oils, and then some romantic lovemaking that started with some oral orgasms and progressed up to a head-banger as we both came together in a matched pair of beautiful his and her orgasms. I was especially attentive to her in our afterglow as well.

Everyone stayed over; only the combinations that slept together were not necessarily the ones that had taken place earlier during the lovemaking. Izzy joined me with Stacy, and we had a third round together, where everyone ended up feeling very romantic and good about the others. I had the smallest girls for the night and loved both of them. I was less attuned to who else went off with whom that evening.

Sunday morning, our party broke up after an early breakfast. Cindy and Elsa went off for some high speed driving practice at a local track, then back to The Meadows for martial arts and another round of weaponry practice with Deke. KC had a special exhibit that day at her gallery that included some of her recent work and that of another artist. I wanted to buy it all, but she insisted otherwise so she could get known in arty circles. She declared that she wanted more of the beautiful and erotic sexy photographs around the house and condo that Brite Reber did in her Minnesota studio, some erotically showing the sex act in all its glory.

Melanie and Izzy took Stacy and they went clothes shopping; they had instructions from me to get Stacy some nice things. Stacy protested but I just walked away from the trio, thereby leaving them with the dilemma of whether to follow my wishes or not. I heard Mel explaining that when I wanted to shower presents and gifts on someone, I didn’t want a back argument about who paid what for it. Stacy’s attitude convinced me that she was not after me for money.

Alice went back to her home and office to work on the Club Infinity. The guys scattered, and I had a morning of meetings despite it being Sunday, followed by some intensive air work with Wes in the Cessna 210.

Tuesday morning, Elsa meandered down to the hanger. Alice and Stacy pulled their cars into the hanger to park them, and the three of them took off on a little Escort Ankara survey of some top rated and well-attended strip clubs in Nebraska and Alabama.

I expressed some concern about three single women in a strip club without protection. Elsa reminded me that Marcia was accompanying them, and that two of the four in the group could take out an Army platoon with one hand tied behind their back. Further, they were armed and dangerous with their urban survival skills. I still worried.

While they were away, I flew to Washington to meet with my state delegation and to testify about the role of government in promoting advanced technology in the United States. My answer to that was so predictable, it was pathetic that they’d ask me. I lambasted the government for being not years, but decades behind in what they thought of as advanced technology in many of their own operations. Further, I had about fifty examples where Federal laws inhibited the expansion of technology into key areas because of protectionism or interference of the religious right wing that didn’t think certain areas of research were to be pursued because it was God’s will – whoever she was.

My overall theme was lead, follow, or get out of the way – don’t block; currently the Feds were more in the way of progress then they were either of the other two, particularly by insisting on funding some technologies that were already outmoded and failing to fund those that would have far-reaching and positive impact on the economy. Congress acted notoriously shortsighted and reacted to the corporations that funded their elections; bad design all around and I intended to lay it out for them in detail.

I also took the opportunity to brace the Congressional panel about the lack of response to rising waters that in a couple of generations would impact every seacoast of the country in Gulf, Atlantic, and Pacific waters. The waters were rising, yet no one was changing standards of construction regarding berms and levees, heights of new construction to anticipate new sea levels, or any other area impacted.

Tuesday night, I got a text from Elsa that they’d visited three clubs in Nebraska with great success in terms of getting information to help launch Club Infinity. She told me that Alice had taken about a thousand photos too.

I texted back, ‘Where are you now? What are you doing?’

‘In the Club Wonder in Lincoln, NE – it’s ladies night and we’re ladies. Met three nice guys – railroad men. Learnin’ sooooo much about railroads. I think we’re going to call it a night pretty soon and head to bed alone. RR men not that exciting. We luv U. Elsa, Stacy, Marcia, and Alice’

I knew that Elsa wouldn’t be drinking. She was the pilot and had rigid rules about time between drinking and flying. I also knew they wanted to get down to the Mobile area by lunchtime, so that meant an early departure from Lincoln for the 850 mile trip. I’d checked the weather, and she’d do the trip VFR in two hops. I guessed she’d refuel in Branson.

Sheila came to me with some thinking about my personal real estate holdings. She’d been going over my holdings and gotten into my personal stuff instead of the business side of things. She asked about the real estate that I owned.

Besides the condo in the city and The Meadows nearby, I also had places in Florida, Aspen, Napa Valley, near Kyoto, outside of Johannesburg, London, and Marbella, Spain. Most I don’t use that much, but with my enlarging family I wondered if that might change.

She sat with me with a map. “Mark, some of those real estate holdings you haven’t used very much, some of them not for years. I wanted to see if you wanted to divest any of them. The worldwide real estate markets are pretty good about now, especially for high end properties such as you hold.”

“Which ones?” I asked.

“Let me take them in no particular order. Johannesburg; you own an estate there worth about ten million. You were last there three years ago for three nights. You sold off your corporate interests there and haven’t been south of the equator in that continent since.”

“Sell it.”

“Kyoto. You bought the property and antique home of a Samurai warrior eight years ago. You have stayed in the home a total of one week since buying it – two trips. Three years ago you agreed to open it to special tour groups and students of that era.”

“Sell it, or donate it to their historical society.”

“Napa Valley. You own a winery and about five hundred acres of grapes. The tenants that run the farm would like to buy the property and have made a good offer. You would be a mortgage holder, and I think they’re good for the money. If they default you get the property and equipment back.”

“Do it. Sell. Give them good terms … and get some wine from them for here and The Meadows.”

“Marbella, Spain is next. You own a penthouse condo overlooking the harbor and Mediterranean. You have spent a total of five days there, and not been there for four years. I think you bought it to entertain some bankers you were doing a deal with in Barcelona so you could prove you loved their country.”

“I do love their country, but sell it. What’s left besides the condo and The Meadows?”

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It started innocently enough. I knew she was married. She knew I was single and enjoying my bachelorhood to the fullest. Neither of us cared. We both worked as contract managers for a defense contractor. A painfully boring job, but it paid the bills and allowed us enough free time during work hours to interact and shamelessly flirt with one another. Besides, she was a stunner.

Let me take a minute here to describe Erica. She was tall at 5’9″ and had enough meat on her bones to not look like one of those starving children you see being pawned off by Sally Struthers. She had long dark hair and crystal blue eyes that shone when she smiled, which was frequently. She had good sized breasts for her size, but if there was one feature about her that instantly made me notice, it was her ass. It was a thing of beauty when she wore her skirts or slacks in the office and it was even more magnificent when she’d wear her jeans at our after-work happy hours that the office did on a monthly basis. She looked absolutely spectacular in denim.

It was at one of these happy hours that things took a rather unexpected turn. Erica had brought her husband, Jim, as she usually did. Jim’s a good guy, or so it would seem from the few times we had talked at the bar we went to. I didn’t really know him too well because the opportunity to hang out with the two of them outside of the work environment simply hadn’t presented itself.

We were finishing our second round of drinks when Erica asked Jim to order another round for her while she went to the ladies’ room. As she walked away, I couldn’t notice that ass and admiring it. “Nice view, isn’t it,” Jim said.

Slightly startled out of my daydream, I said, “I’m sorry, Jim. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“Sure you did,” he said. “Erica tells me all the time about how the two of you flirt at work. Hell, she sure seems to enjoy it. I can usually tell the days that you pour it on thick with her because as soon as she gets home, she’s ready to hit the bedroom and stay there all night getting down and dirty.”

I looked at Jim and said, “I’m not sure whether to apologize or say you’re welcome.”

“No need to apologize, Rob. In fact, I’d like to make a proposition to you. Valentine’s Day is coming up and I want to do something for Erica that she’s not expecting. How would you feel about joining my wife and I for one night?” Jim asked.

I looked at him a little dumbfounded and said, Ankara bayan escort “I’m not sure I understand where you’re going with this, Jim. Spell it out for me in plain English, please.”

He leaned in a little closer, making sure others wouldn’t overhear that didn’t need to. “How would you like to help me fuck my wife, Rob? It’s been a fantasy of hers since she started working with you and if it makes her happy, I’m all for it.”

Needless to say, I was floored. How often does a married man come up to you and ask you to fuck his gorgeous wife? I started to stammer a response when Jim said, “I don’t need an answer today, but think about it and get back to me. Don’t tell her about it, though. I want it to be a surprise. If you decide to join us, I’ll fill you in on the details and where to meet us and what to say, if anything, when you two are at work.”

I said, “I don’t really need to think about anything. I’m in, as long as you’re sure about this. I don’t want to come between the two of you.”

Jim replied, “Nothing to worry about. Besides, it’s just sex, right?”

He sounded sure of himself, so I assumed everything would be okay with them. When Erica came back, we resumed our conversation from before she left, but I couldn’t keep myself from thinking about the possibilities. When it came time to leave, we said our good byes and Jim quietly told me he’d be calling me to give me all the necessary details for the following Saturday.

The following week at work was an absolute drudge. There was no way I could concentrate on any actual work, especially with Erica on my mind. Jim called me at my office on Wednesday and told me the plans. He and Erica were going to go out for dinner and drinks and go to the dance club for a little while. Afterwards, they were going to head to a hotel room that he had reserved at one of the swankier establishments. He’d already arranged with the hotel to let me in when I showed up. I was to go to the hotel at about 8pm and wait for them to arrive about an hour later. He told me to make sure that there were no lights on and to be quiet. He really wanted to surprise her.

When Valentine’s Day finally arrived, I showed up as promised at the hotel. I told the concierge who I was and he escorted me to the room. He left with a knowing grin on his face and I looked about the “room”. It wasn’t so much a room as it was a penthouse suite. It was Escort bayan Ankara enormous. I figured I’d probably have a little while till they showed up, so I took a quick shower and shaved to make sure that I looked ok. After I finished, I turned off all the lights in the place and sat in a chair located in a corner by the balcony window in the bedroom.

I heard the door open about 20 minutes later. Erica said, “It’s awful dark in here, let me turn on a light.”

Jim said, “No, that’s ok, let’s leave it like this. I can find our way to the bedroom. Here, take my hand.”

As I heard them make their way to the bedroom, the apprehension of what was to come began to build to a crescendo in the pit of my stomach. I was going to make love to another man’s wife while he was there. This was a pretty big thing for me.

My eyes, having adjusted to the darkness, were able to make out the pair of silhouettes as they entered the room. I could smell the soft scent that Erica was wearing. It was the perfume Escape. She wore it at work quite often and it always drove me wild. Tonight was no exception.

The two of them were embraced in a passionate kiss and they finally found the bed. They sat down and I heard a rustle that could only mean clothes were being removed. I also noticed Jim, glancing around the room. I waved silently, so as not to give away my presence to Erica and he acknowledged. He motioned me to stay where I was and to remain quiet, which I dutifully did.

After a time, they were both naked and locked in a passionate embrace. Jim turned Erica around on her knees, facing away from me, and knelt down behind her and started licking her pussy from behind. He was apparently doing a fine job of it, too, judging from the sounds Erica was making. She finally told him, “Fuck me now!” He got up on his knees behind her and entered her. The sight of the two of them fucking right in front of me was having an enormous effect on my own cock. I was hard as a rock, but I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize my chances.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jim motioned towards me. He pointed for me to go in front of his wife. I got up silently from my secluded chair and crept around to the other side of the bed. I got down on my knees on the floor and got right in front of Erica. Her eyes were apparently closed, because she made no move, other than the rocking Bayan escort Ankara back and forth upon her husband’s cock. I leaned forward a little more, until I was no more than 2 inches from her face. Still, there was no notice.

Without breaking stride, Jim reached over to the side of the bed and turned on the bedside lamp. The sudden brightness caused everyone to squint, but when Erica’s eyes adjusted to the light, she grinned widely for a second, then immediately went into orgasmic bliss. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!!” she screamed over and over again. Jim never let up.

Once her orgasm subsided, Erica grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me in for a hard, tongue-filled kiss. She then had me stand up and unbuckled my belt and pants and pulled them down. With my hard cock staring her right in the face, she grabbed me by the base and pulled me into her hot, warm mouth, until all of my 8 inches were firmly down the back of her throat. I’ve never received such pleasure from a blowjob in all my life. I thought I was going to come right there, so I pulled away for a minute to recover.

Jim looked over at me and said, “Would you like to switch spots?”

Naturally, I jumped at the chance and swung around to the back of Erica. Finally getting a chance to see her with the light on, she had a beautiful pussy, but that ass, in all its nude glory, was even better than I imagined.

As I placed my cock at her entrance, I began to slowly thrust into her until I was hilt-deep. She moaned around Jim’s cock as she deep throated him, too. I began to thrust into her in long, hard movements that sent the whole bed shaking. She pulled off of Jim’s cock for a moment, looked back at me with lust in her eyes and said, “Put your finger in my ass.”

I rubbed my finger around her wetness to get it nice and lubed and inserted it into her ass. Now, the moaning was quickly turning into screams of passion. It appeared she was in the throes of another orgasm as her pussy pulsated and throbbed around my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer and told her I was going to come. She pulled off of my cock and my finger, swung around, and with Jim’s cock still in her hand, grabbed mine and shoved it down her throat.

That did it. I came in a gushing torrent, wild, guttural sounds being emitted from my mouth. Jim said he was going to come too, so she took my cock out of her mouth and shoved his in its place. I came a little more and it landed in her dark hair. She took Jim’s cock out of her mouth and jacked him off so the rest of his come landed on her breasts. She looked beautiful and trashy at the same time. I loved it.

Erica then looked up at the both of us and said, “Ok, boys. Who’s ready for seconds?”

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Chapter 1 – Mom and Daughter

“Hey, mister, can I have a ride on your bike?” I looked up to see one of the sweetest eighteen year olds, very well developed and spilling out of her bikini, she passed C cup long ago, with very shapely legs as she stood before me in her bikini, which looked like it had been purchased before she began developing. I honestly believe I could see just a little of her nipple on each side of the bikini top.

“Go ask your mother. If she says yes then get some clothes on and I’ll take you for a ride.”

I was riding across West Virginia enjoying the sunshine and winding roads. I had just passed a ‘Gentleman’s Club’ but it was too soon to stop so I pulled into a hotel about 30 minutes down the road. I had planned on getting a room then going back and watch some T &. A, and if I got lucky come back to the room and knock off a slice. I figured giving the kid a ride would be a way to kill some time. Then I met mama!

This tall, leggy brunette wearing a tight halter top, displaying two D cups and tight shorts that caused my shorts to get tight walked up to me.

“I understand you want to give my daughter a ride”, this goddess says to me.

“Actually, your daughter was asking for the ride. But, I’ll give you a ride any time you want.”

“Let’s do it this way. Take my daughter for a ride, as long as she wants. When she’s happy, bring her back to room 31, and we can talk about my ride.”

Thirty minutes on the bike was all Brittany could take, or wanted to take. It was about as much as I could take as well. It started out innocent enough but soon turned into a most erotic experience. When Brittany first got on the bike she did as she was told. She sat back and held on to my waist. When I went around a particularly sharp curve at high speed she took the opportunity to scoot up against me and grab me around the waist. I only had a Tee shirt on and she hadn’t gotten much more than the bathing suit on for the ride. Brittany had on a half Tee with no bra. With those firm tits poking into my back I was beginning to get aroused. I never thought that a sweet little teen could get me this excited.

As we rode on she began to relax and explore my body. When she was rubbing my chest it felt good and I knew I shouldn’t have let it go any further but like I said, it felt good. Soon she was rubbing my stomach and before I knew it she had started rubbing my cock though my jeans. Soon I was at full attention and she seemed excited herself. She was beginning to breathe hard.

“Let’s go back,” she said. “I’ve had enough fun on the bike.” We turned around and headed back to the motel.

When I pulled up in front of room 31 Brittany’s mother was waiting for us. I was concerned that she might be mad because we were gone for so long. But she had a smile on her face and greeted her daughter with, “Was it as good as you expected?”

“Even better.” replied Brittany.

We both dismounted and moved into the motel room with mom. As soon as we were inside Grace, I soon learned her name, closed, locked, and bolted the door. My first reaction was to run so when I turned around I must have had a shocked look on my face because Grace assured me that they didn’t Ankara bayan escort have anything bad planned.

“You must be hot from being out in the sun on your bike. Why don’t you cool down and make yourself comfortable like Brittany is? I turned around to find Brittany wearing only a smile. That was all it took. My telephone pole sprang to attention and began demanding to be released from my jeans.

“What are you two up to?” I asked as I turned around to Grace. Then my jaw dropped because there stood Grace naked as the day she was born. Her pussy had been shaved clean. And my suspicions were confirmed that Grace did not need anything to hold her D cups up. So I got down on my knees to worship the goddess. I walked forward on my knees and sniffed the aroma of her wonderful, hairless cunt. As my nose approached her cunt she spread her legs. I took this as an open invitation to taste the nectar of this goddess.

I slid my tongue between her pussy lips, prying them apart and ran it up to envelope her clit. It must have been two inches long, and hard as a pencil eraser. I sucked it into my mouth and gave her a blow job as I have experienced myself from many talented women. In just a couple of minutes her knees began to buckle and she collapsed onto the bed. I followed her down, never letting go of her clit.

As I was servicing her mother Brittany started complaining about being left out. She came over and began unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I let up on Grace long enough to let Brittany pull my jeans and shirt off, then I was back at sucking on Grace’s clit. She was in a non-stop orgasm.

Brittany now had full access to my equipment and she began to show how appreciative she was by laying down under me and taking my cock in her hand and pumping it against her lips. It was so big in diameter she couldn’t get it in her mouth so she just licked it and jacked me off.

Just as her mother came down off her last orgasm I cut loose with a load that nearly drowned Brittany. I pumped seven or eight good solid ropes of cum onto Brittany’s face and tits. When I was done you couldn’t tell who was on the floor for all the cum hiding her lovely face.

Brittany started cleaning her face and chest off by using her hand like a squeegee and scooping the cum and drinking it down. She got up and crawled onto the bed over her mother and let her help with the cleanup.

Watching Grace licking the cum off of Brittany’s tits was causing a growth between my legs again and I was ready for another round. Preferably some hot juicy pussy.

“Look mom, the south is rising again.” Brittany giggled to her mother. I think the candle maker wants his candle lit.

“Let’s clean up first.” Said Grace. I don’t like to fuck when I’m all messy.

We went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower. We began soaping each other up until we were clean and covered with suds. “You know soap makes a pretty good lubricant.” Said Brittany. She began rubbing soap into her pussy and soaping up my cock. “You gonna stick that up my pussy, or am I going to have to beg?”

“It wouldn’t fit in your mouth, what makes you think it will fit up your pussy?” I asked.

“Don’t Escort bayan Ankara know if it will or not but we won’t know if we don’t try.”

She put her hands around my neck and pulled herself up till my cock slipped between her legs. She then slid her pussy back and forth on the top of my cock stimulating her clit until her cunt was good and wet. Then she pulled back the length of my cock.

“Ok. Aim it at the hole and I will do the rest.”

I reached down and lifted my cock up and ran the head across and between the lips of her cunt till I could feel her juices covering it.

“Ok, just hold still. If a woman can squeeze a baby out this hole we should be able to stuff that cock in. It isn’t nearly as big as a baby’s head.” Brittany panted.

Brittany then began wiggling her hips till the head was positioned right at the entrance to her vagina. Then she began pushing down. I could feel the head begin to enter her hot cunt. At first I thought that there was no way this would work. Then Brittany had her first orgasm. She screamed and convulsed and once her cunt stopped spasming it relaxed a little and another half inch slipped in. Brittany pushed a little harder and another quarter to half an inch eased in and she started another orgasm. She was exhausted already but she wouldn’t let me back out. “I’m going to put that whole thing in me or split myself in half trying. Now keep it up and don’t you dare come before I’m finished.”

The whole head of my cock wasn’t even in her and I couldn’t see how we would get much more in no matter what Brittany thought. But she was persistent and kept pushing. Suddenly the head popped in and Brittany let out a blood curdling scream. I wasn’t sure if it was from pain or orgasm. I’m not sure by this time if Brittany could distinguish the difference. After the head went in the rest was a little easier. Each little bit that slipped in caused another orgasm in Brittany. I got about half way in and bottomed out. There is no way any more would fit. Now I started sliding in and out just about an inch and every move I made Brittany had another orgasm.

“My God, I never knew life could be this good.” She moaned. But you have to stop. If I come again I’ll die. I’m too young and there is too much cock to be sampled to die now.”

I slowly eased back out of her but even that triggered several orgasms before I was completely out. As my cock head popped out she had one last mind blowing orgasm.

“I’m a little more experienced than Brittany. Let’s see how much of that thing you can stuff into here.” Grace said as she spread her legs and pussy lips. Grace was wet and excited from watching her daughter being impaled on my pole so as I slid in between her legs the first four or five inches slid in with no resistance. I stroked a couple of times and bottomed out with about two inches to go. Grace came up to meet me and with one last lunge buried my cock to the hilt and began an orgasm that I thought I would need a seat belt to ride. This was definitely an adult ride, a kid wouldn’t have been able to hang on.

When the orgasm express came down off the last hill Grace lay there panting. “Fuck me hard stud Bayan escort Ankara and don’t stop till I pass out or die. I slammed into her hard pounding her into the bed and listening to her have an orgasm with almost every stroke. Finally she went limp. I checked quick for a pulse just to make sure and when I felt one I began running for the finish line.

By now Brittany had recovered and yelled. “No, Stop. I want that before you unload it. Get off mom and stuff that back in here.”

Brittany rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. I eased myself down on top of her as she guided my now straining cock into her tight young cunt. I slid in easier this time since she was already stretched, and bottomed out still with only half my cock buried in her. “Now, slam it to me. I want you to fuck me like you did my mom.”

I knew if I did that it could kill her but I did slam it to her just making sure I didn’t drive it in to the hilt. Still I was amazed at how much she could take and still beg for more. Finally I could feel the sperm train getting ready to leave the station when the conductor yelled ‘All Aboard’ and the first wad of cum spilled into Brittany. When the first blast hit her womb she started her orgasm. Each time my cock throbbed and dumped another load she climbed higher up the orgasm ladder. Finally she reached the top and fell back down, asleep and, at least temporarily, satisfied.

Grace came around and eased over to clean us up by licking my cum off of both of us. She didn’t get it all cleaned off before we all fell asleep.

On waking up nestled cozily between two horny women I began to get aroused once again.

“Before we start this again, and I do want to do this again, let us get cleaned up.”, Grace suggested.

We moved to the shower arm in arm with Grace and Brittany on each of my arms and one each hand wrapped around my semi erect cock.

In the shower we washed each other with me paying particular attention to their pussy and tits, as they each concentrated on my cock. This attention was bringing me back to attention and before we were all dried off from the shower I had my cock once again planted deeply in Graces pussy. We fell onto the bed with me on bottom and grace trying to drive me into her throat from her pussy. Mean while Brittany tried to smother me with her very wet and dripping pussy by climbing onto my face.

Brittany was sitting on my face while facing my feet. Her mother was riding up and down on my cock facing my head. I couldn’t tell for sure but it seemed like Grace and Brittany were enjoying each other as much as they were enjoying me. I didn’t mind as long as I got a chance to breathe now and again. After ejaculating three times I was good for a long, happy ride which was proving to be quite a long time. Finally Grace started her orgasm and massaged my cock with her convulsing pussy walls until she fell over and rolled to the other side of the bed. Brittany took advantage of the move and fell forward and started licking her mothers juices off my cock. I was beginning to get sore and urged Brittany to bring me to blow one more load. So Brittany got up and sat on my cock one more time and rode me to one fantastic cum. I pumped cum into Brittany until it ran out of her hot, tight love tunnel.

I had never been fucked so thoroughly and was thankful when I went soft and we all fell asleep to get a good rest.

The next morning we exchanged numbers and promised to re-enact the night again next year same time, same place.

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By coincidence or parental scheme, Jerry was back in his hometown around the time of his twenty-year high school reunion. Since he escaped to the West Coast from that suburb, he hadn’t been back, preferring to visit his parents when they were in Florida for the winter. But they were on a cruise and asked him to return to his childhood home to take care of their dog for a couple of weeks. Although he wouldn’t have made the trip for the reunion, as long as he was there, he figured he might as well make the best of it.It was a small town, so there was no avoiding running into people he hadn’t seen in two decades. Penelope had likely heard he was around, so figured out who he was before he recognized the older version of her.The change in her appearance from vice-president of the chess club to science teacher was not dramatic. Perhaps no longer as skinny or shy, she evoked ordinary respectability with her conservative pantsuit and average looks. It turned out she was also the faculty advisor for the chess club. Jerry had been president and the best player of his year and still played a solid game.“You could talk to the kids about things that chess taught you that were useful in life. I try to tell them, but I’m just a teacher who grew up in this town,” she explained why she wanted him to come to the next meeting. “Some of them have a lot of potential and I want them to have greater aspirations.”“The fact that you care about them makes you a great teacher,” he assured her. She had always been a thoughtful friend. “I’ll find something to say to make an impression.”“One more thing…,” her voice betrayed some subtext. “I want you to play the best student in a speed chess game. They mostly play each other, so I want to show them how good they are.”“Fine,” he agreed, “I’ll take it easy on him.”“No you won’t,” Penny objected. “I expect you to win. I want the students to see how a real competitor plays.”She gave him a sly smile. “In fact…, do you remember that night?”Of course, he remembered it. He and Penny were friends in high school. She was the only female in the chess club. They never thought of each other romantically, but they did play the senior high school version of “doctor”. Never touching each other, each examined the other’s body—in the name of science, of course! They even masturbated together a few times, which was certainly educational for two virgin nerds.By “that night”, she meant the last time. They had decided to climax for each other. Penny went first and in the aftermath, both were more excited than they had ever been together.Jerry was approaching his peak when she blurted out, “I want to taste it!” The idea made him erupt and he milked a substantial pool onto his belly. It would be a violation of their established rules for the activity and both recognized that their emotions were pushing them into a danger zone.“You first,” she suggested, staring at the mysterious fluid.But Jerry had never tasted his semen, and the idea disgusted him. He didn’t understand why anyone would eat it but had seen pornstars who seemed to love it. When Penelope said she wanted to, he thought he was going to learn why.“Eww, no,” he said. ‘Women do that; men don’t.”“Well if you’re not going to, then neither am I,” Penny recanted. Both swimming in post-orgasmic bliss, they weren’t in the mood to argue, so it never happened, and that ended their anatomy lessons.“So-o,” her voice brought him back from his memory. “If you don’t win, I get to watch you eat your cum,” she grinned.He had long ago rescinded the taboo of consuming his emissions, whether incidentally or deliberately, from the face, tits, or pussy of a partner or elsewhere. “Alright,” he laughed, “but if I win, you have to eat it.”Her frowning nod suggested she hadn’t expected that twist. He considered but dismissed the idea that she was still a virgin and hadn’t yet had the experience. But her manner gave no hints of the degree or direction of her sexuality.The stakes were inconsequential, of course, and even offered the possibility of revisiting what was an important relationship of his youth. They nonetheless disquieted him as he met and talked with the students. He did a passable job, explaining how thinking several moves ahead, considering moves that seem bad at first, learning from games other people have played, and looking at the board from the other person’s perspective, were all things you need to do in life. As Penny had hoped, they seemed to pay more attention when he said those things than when their prosaic Ataşehir Escort teacher did.Unlike his high school days, there were almost as many girls as boys in the group. When their best player rose to sit opposite him for the game, there was a surprise. Nicole was a freckle-faced lass with a cascade of curly red hair. Her demeanor and jersey with the school colors and tiger mascot marked her as a cheerleader.The circumstances had him off-balance, and he imagined Penny giggling inside. His opponent played quickly and methodically, going through a standard opening. When it got to the point where a player would usually make one of two moves, she made a different one. He at first thought it was an error, but two moves later, he realized she had chosen a less common variant.If it weren’t for the time pressure, he would have made a detailed analysis to recall how that variation should be handled; instead, he made what he thought was a safe move. Her classmates reacted, which made him look more carefully at the board.She seemed to be reassuring herself that he wasn’t luring her into a trap before she made the proper response, taking his bishop. He battled back, but she maintained her advantage and increased it. A couple of attempts to lure her into making a mistake failed, costing him even more.When she took his queen, he knew it was over. “If this were a tournament, I would resign at this point. Unless you make a big blunder, you won’t lose, although I might be able to get a draw if you aren’t careful.” He tried to salvage a little dignity. “But put my queen back and look for a different move.”She scanned the board and her eyes grew wide as she checked that the unconventional move would work. She took a pawn instead.“Congratulations!” he said, knocking over his king and extending his hand. “That’s a guaranteed win. Without the protection of that pawn, you can force checkmate in four moves even with my queen.” She beamed as the class applauded her victory.That evening, he met Penny for dinner at the local coffee shop, an unexpected choice because the menu was breakfast and lunch fare.“Your usual table, dear?” the waitress asked her, eyeing Jerry curiously.“Thanks, Marge,” she replied and led him to the back—and into the kitchen. There was a small table in the corner.“I brought a friend,” she announced. “He lives in San Francisco, so he can appreciate your artistry, Chef Kwan.”“Very good!” the cook beamed. “Is Szechuan OK?”“As hot as Penny can handle,” Jerry grinned.They were presented with a sequence of dishes that would rival the best of the Bay Area.“People around here don’t appreciate food like this, so he serves them what they like out there,” Penny gestured to the dining area. “He’s nice enough to share what he cooks for himself and his family, and even prepares dinners for me on special occasions.”Jerry’s neck warmed at being a special occasion for her. As they ate, she explained how she liked many things about being a teacher in a small town.“Dating was a problem, though,” she recalled. “I didn’t want to settle down, but the way people gossip, I knew I couldn’t be dating local guys. Fortunately, the internet provided a solution. I meet guys from elsewhere online and we get together beyond the prying eyes of Springfield.”“Am I causing some unwanted attention for you?” Jerry wondered.“You’re already front-page news,” she laughed. “But people know we’re old friends. When you leave, things will quickly return to the same old same old.”He insisted on paying the San Francisco price for the meal plus a generous tip, but the Chef appreciated his honest praise even more.“We’ll have dessert at my place,” she whispered as they rose to leave.The two got comfortable on the couch over ginger mint tea.“Sometimes I wish we had gotten together back then,” she sighed. “I know we weren’t ready and it probably wouldn’t have worked out, but it would have been so easy to fall in love with you. Until….”“I just wasn’t as adventurous as you,” Jerry conceded. “Of course, if we had, I might never have gotten out of this place.” He immediately felt bad for saying so.“No, I understand,” Penny kissed his cheek. “The things I like here aren’t what you want.”They cuddled in silence for a few moments, thinking about what might have been.“Alright, time for you to pay up!” Penny broke the spell, poking him in the ribs. “You’re going to eat your jizz!”Jerry knew better than to protest this time.She stood up and pushed him to lay on the couch. After unbuckling Ataşehir Escort Bayan his belt and unzipping his pants, she started unbuttoning his shirt.“Pull those down,” she ordered.He was uncertain how to proceed, but his organ was already inflating when it felt the open air. The issue was settled when she knelt on the floor and seized his shaft.“It’s bigger than I remember,” she teased as her fingers gently pumped it. “And it’s still growing!” she added in mock amazement.Satisfied to let her lead the way, Jerry relaxed and enjoyed the warmth she was inspiring in his genitals. He had assumed he would have to jerk himself off, but this was better!And better yet! When he reached his full stiffness, Penny leaned over and took the head between her lips. He stroked her hair, giving a long sigh of appreciation. Gradually taking more of him into her mouth freed her hand to massage his balls and taint. Her saliva coated his cock and she began bobbing her head.She sucked hard and withdrew from it, smacking her lips. “I want you to make a big load,” she grinned, returning to her slow, deliberate stimulation.“I’ll do my best,” Jerry chuckled, trying not to think about its ultimate destination.Although she didn’t enter his asshole, she pressed two fingers in toward his prostate. The circular massage inspired a moan that confirmed she was on target. Her tongue on his shaft had him ready to explode.“I’m gonna cum,” he warned.She lifted her head and left him twitching. “Not yet,” she said, pulling his nuts to move him away from the edge. Rubbing his chest, she mused, “How far can I make you shoot?”Judging the urgency had passed, she resumed her licking and sucking and squeezing and pumping.Before long he repeated his alert.“Not until I give you permission!” she barked when she immediately stopped. Her voice and look were remarkably stern.Familiar with this genre, Jerry whimpered and played along. “Please, may I cum?” he begged the next time she had him approaching the peak.“No!” she halted, giving his dancing pole a sharp slap, pushing him away from the brink.She drove him crazy, repeating the process until it finally occurred to him what she wanted to hear.“Oh, please, let me cum,” he whined in desperation when he was no longer sure he could stop himself. “I promise I’ll swallow every drop!”Her tight grip on his balls kept him in check as her evil grin showed she had heard what she wanted. He had expected a handjob—from his hand or hers—but she descended on him, furiously sucking.Technically, she had not spoken her consent, but both knew there was no way for him to resist that onslaught. He grunted and groaned as his body spasmed, shooting up into her mouth again and again. He bucked on the couch as the pleasure ricocheted through him. She stroked his swollen balls and taint, demanding every drop.When he finally stopped spurting, she slowly withdrew his rod, her lips a tight seal as she ensured none would escape. She paused, only the bulb between her lips, and gave the shaft a last few squeezes before neatly extracting it with a kiss.In orgasmic stupor, Jerry was slow to notice her moving up his body and leaning over his face. A kiss was perfectly natural at a time like this. But when her lips opened his, he felt the creamy liquid gush inside. Her coated tongue painted his and the unmistakable taste filled his mouth. While she was repeatedly edging him, he had lost track of the expectation that she would make him spurt onto his chest so he could eat it.Only when his climax had faded did he realize that they had both completed their earlier exploration and tasted his semen. Satisfied that he had paid off the bet, she broke the kiss.“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she giggled. Before he had a chance to offer to reciprocate, she continued, “I think I have something to get that taste out of your mouth.”Standing, she turned away; with a quick movement, she pushed down her slacks and panties. As she leaned back, Jerry stared up at her ass and pussy. More than happy to return the favor, he licked his lips as she lowered herself onto his face.Her fragrance and dampness disclosed her excitement from the first act. Jerry used his lips and tongue to increase it. Her nether lips were shaved smooth, but she had a landing strip to tickle his nose. Seeking her clit, his tongue discovered a pair of smooth balls—she was pierced! The chess club would be astonished!He focused on that spot when it was within reach, but Penny squirmed to ensure Escort Ataşehir he attended to every fold and wrinkle as he worked. The drizzle of her delicious fluids washed the taste of his own from his mouth.Her long groan and quaking thighs marked her first detonation, but she continued on. Several times, she edged herself or climaxed at her discretion while Jerry applied his skills. It was a position he enjoyed. Although his air might be cut off as a woman wiggled in delight, he knew how to tilt his head and manage his oxygen.The third time he found himself gasping, he realized she was intentionally smothering him. Waiting for him to recover and take a deep breath, she replanted herself, testing his limits. He didn’t panic, and she lifted just as he was deciding to raise his arm.“I see you’ve done this before,” she noted his breathing technique and lack of distress. “And apparently liked it!” Her hand fondled his fully resuscitated dick.She did it twice more, the last time the longest, and he was sure she climaxed as he struggled, drenching his face. Getting up as his chest heaved and his heart raced, she knelt next to him and looked deep into his eyes.“Jerry, you may be the only one I trust enough to show this to,” she said. “Take your clothes off and wait for me to call you.” She rose and disappeared into her bedroom, leaving him to catch his breath, metaphorically as well as literally.He finished undressing and looked around the modest apartment. School-related pictures and memorabilia decorated the spare furnishings. A high school teacher couldn’t afford many luxuries.“Come here,” her voice rang out after a few minutes.Stepping into her bedroom, his eyes were drawn to the bed. The blankets were gone. Two leather cuffs were attached by ropes to the headboard; two more, to the footboard. She had stood behind the door as he entered, so he didn’t see her until the door clicked shut behind him.He was stunned by the sight of her. A black lace quarter-cup bra hoisted her average breasts into cleavage and exposed her—pierced!—nipples. A matching garter belt held up sheer black stockings. Pantyless, her neat patch of pubes was in plain sight.She paced around him, her high heels clacking on the wood floor, using a riding crop to trace over his chest and ass as she inspected his body.“You will address me as ‘Queen’. Not ‘my queen’ for I am certainly not yours. You are ‘Drone’. You are here to serve me. I will use you however I like for my enjoyment.” She paused in front of him and he stared at his transformed friend, finally closing his mouth, which had been open in disbelief.“You will do exactly….” She poked his chest with the crop. “What I command….” She flicked the head of his now rigid penis with the shaft of the crop. “Without question or hesitation.” She tapped the leather tongue against each testicle.She continued her steps to his side, adding “Or you will be punished.” He jolted as a stinging blow landed on his ass. “Understood?”“Yes, m-Queen.” He hoped he cut off the forbidden word fast enough.“Get on the bed,” she ordered. He quickly complied, stretching his arms and legs to the waiting restraints without being told.“I have found a variety of friends online with whom I enjoy this kind of activity,” Penny explained as she fastened the cuffs to his wrists and ankles. “They aren’t from around here, so we meet elsewhere. They are discreet and fulsome with their tribute.” She adjusted the ropes to remove the slack. When she finished, she looked over him with a satisfied smile, noting his pole pointing upward.Without warning, she swung the crop and delivered a shaft blow across his belly. More in surprise than pain, Jerry’s arms and legs jerked futilely against his bonds as he croaked.“Good. I want to be sure you’re secure,” she smiled tauntingly.“I don’t do it for the gifts,” she said as she retrieved something from her dresser. “I could make more money doing it full-time, but I’m a teacher, and this is just my sex life.”Getting on the bed, she knelt between his legs. “It started as dating and I learned some guys like it, and I like it, so I do it.” She leaned over him, her nipples just tickling his chest hair. “I have a few girlfriends, too!”Her eyes were bright with excitement and Jerry could not help but smile in admiration. “Penny, you are marvelous!” he exclaimed, then realized he was out of character and added, “Sorry. I mean Queen.”She laughed. “It’s alright. I’m blurring boundaries here.” Laying on him for a full-body hug, she sighed, “It’s so good to be able to talk to someone about it. The only ones who know this side of me are the drones.”She gave him a long deep kiss before getting back to her knees between his. “You know, only the most loyal and generous drones have a chance to get what I’m giving you.”“Thank you, Queen,” he gushed. “I’m not worthy.”

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Rain drummed against the window of the store, droplets blurring the closed sign that had been turned off hours before. The lights were turned off throughout the entire store, all except one low light lamp in the very back corner of the bookshop. The soft hum of the electricity feeding into the lightbulb was only met by the sound of soft hitched breathing and turning pages. Isabelle had settled herself in the plush armchair hours ago, her feet out of the shiny black shoes she had walked in all day and now propped up on the shiny wooden table amongst the stacks of books she had read through since she sat down.

This was the only time she ever allowed herself into this section set deep into the back of the bookshop, behind all other sections and hidden from view of the front windows. Here she could be by herself, something that rarely was granted her in her busy schedule. Class, working the shop, then going home to her aunt; she had no time to spend with her own company. So once a week she stayed late after the last customers had left and the shop had been put back in order, when the streets became empty and the stars twinkled above. This was the only time she was able to be completely alone, and the only time she was able to read the books hidden so far back in the shelves without fear of judgement.

Flipping through the pages icy eyes scanned the words carefully and fully, absorbing each word into her soul as she fell into the story. This is how she read all her books, but books like tonight had a greater effect on her. Having read through a handful already she was having more and more trouble concentrating as her skin became hot under her blouse and her breathing grew labored. But she could not stop reading, not now.

His hands dug into the long locks at my scalp as he pulled me up, the thick head releasing from my lips with a loud pop. Pushing me back onto the great mounds of fur he tore the fabric of my nightgown until it hung only in shreds around my flesh, the great green slits set deep into his skull hungrily looking over my skin before locking onto mine. Lowering himself around me his arms bulged as his muscles flexed; his knee’s forcing their way between as he placed a long, warm lick up my jugular.

“Is this why you brought me here?” My voice shook as he drug sharp fangs across my skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. His voice rumbled in my ear, shaking down to my core.

“By tomorrow they’ll think Anadolu Yakası Escort you’ve been slaughtered by the beast, little do they know that their sacrifice has been seduced to become the monsters mate.”

“But you’re a man. Not the hulking black dog that murders cattle and stable boys.”

“For now.”

He silence me with a forceful kiss, his lips bruising mine before slipping a long slick tongue between them to tangle with my own. Clawed fingers drug down my side to catch the underside of my knee, lifting it until I was fully spread before him. Pulling away he eyed my body like I was prey, tongue running over his lips as his gaze came to rest on glistening flushed skin of my sex. Before I could blink he had pulled my hips up as he bent down, my shoulders digging into the skins beneath me as he brought my lips to his mouth to part them with his tongue. He drug it slowly over the sensitive skin, eyes staring down into mine as I writhed in pleasure at the long muscle that was plunging down into me to be clenched by my walls. It darted in and out of me before he pulled away, my soft whine of need drowned out by his low groan as he licked up the juice that had coated his chin.

“Remember, you said yes.” He growled as he straightened up, lowering my hips to meet his throbbing length. He ground it between my lips, veins rubbing against the nerves as he coat himself with my juices before lining himself with my entrance. He pushed in agonizingly slow, each ridge of him sending shudders through my body as he filled me to the bulge near the base of him. With a few more pumps he was fully inside of me, waiting for the last moan to fade from my lips before pulling out and beginning to slowly thrust into me. His claws dug into my hips, keeping me suspended as he began to pound himself into me, skin slapping again mine as he sent me into ecstasy. I could hardly hear his growls and grunts over the sound of my own voice echoing off the stone walls, voice rising to screams as he stretched me wide for him so he could claim every nerve of my insides.

Isabelle fumbled with the pages as she turned the page, her thighs rubbing together beneath full skirts as she attempted to read on. But it was too hot, she couldn’t concentrate well enough at the words to properly read, her body aching with need and blurring her mind. Setting the book down on the side table, Isabelle fumbled with the buttons Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan of her blouse. Releasing the now flushing scarlet skin of her breasts from the stiff fabric she laid a hand over the thumbing heart in her chest, the swell of her breast squished beneath her hand before they were released with tug downward on the constricting band. Petal colored nipples poked out against pale skin, flesh pushed upwards by her brassier as her fingers wandered over the sensitive buds to draw gasps from her lips.

Impatiently she lifted her hips from the chair, pulling her skirts up around her waist to expose her thighs. White stockings slipped against the hardwood floor as she ripped her slip and undergarments down her legs, kicking the fabric to the side as her fingers ran over the soft flesh of her thighs. A hand cupped her pulsing sex, fingers ghosting over the puffed lips as she shivered in anticipation. Shyly spreading her legs she slowly ran a finger between her lips, blushing at the wetness that soaked her skin. Despite her better judgement she had read through many books without thinking to remove her underthings earlier, and she fleetingly sighed that she would have to walk home in soaked panties; again.

Her head fell back against the soft fabric of her chair as she ran her finger over her clit, the nerves sending heat pooling in her stomach as she stroked it over and over. Her mind imagined the stories she had read prior, but with her in place of the lucky woman who inhabits mysterious far off places and flirts with dangerous and beautiful men. She was the woman given to the beast, she was the princess taken by pirates, she was the slave girl to a pharaoh, she was whatever she read to be. She could be touched by a thousand hands in her mind, her body ravaged and pleasured until she wouldn’t be able to walk for days. As her thoughts grew, so did her need. Her fingers stroked furiously at the bundle of nerves that were hardening under her fingertips, shudders of pleasure rolling through her body as she worked herself.

Wetness coated her fingers as she pressed them harder against her clit, her voice echoing off the walls as she moaned loudly through the feelings as her body trembled. She needed more, throwing her legs over either arm of the chair so she was exposed like the girl from her book. Any eyes that may have wandered through the room would see her, pale Escort Anadolu Yakası thighs thrown against cushioned fabric and her lips spread wide to reveal her throbbing clit and the soft pink skin of her entrance slick with her arousal. They would see her, chestnut hair falling around her flush cheeks, bare breasts arching to the sky as she cried to the ceiling in pleasure.

Faster she worked her fingers in circles around her clit, send waves of pleasure that shook her through her body. The ache inside of her drew her fingers to tease the slickness around her entrance, wetting her skin before she pushed fingers inside of her slowly. Her breathing hitched with each slide forward, until her fingers were buried deep inside of her. Hesitantly she began to thrust them in and out of her, her pleasure breaking all decency she held as she began to pound into her throbbing walls with finger curled to grind against the squishy surface of her insides. Her entire body grew hotter as she sent shudders of pleasure through her, images of her being taken passionately in this position taunting her behind closed eyes. She wondered what the feeling of a long length stretching her walls and bumping against her womb as someone hovered over would feel like, their hands holding her legs spread for their use as they spoke lewdly of her body.

Harder and harder she thrusts her fingers inside of her, her palm slapping wetly against her lips as she splattered her juices against her skin. Faster she moved her fingers over her clit, her back arching off the cushions and her legs spreading wide as her muscles would allow. She felt herself growing tense, her muscles fluttering in pleasure and begging for release. She was almost screaming, her speech slurred with stuttered praise as she called out melodies of her ecstasy. She could feel herself clench around her fingers, her walls searching to grip and milk whatever was inside of her heat. Unrelenting on her clit, she slammed her fingers inside herself as she came. Her body shuddered violent with each wave of pleasure, legs pulling themselves to her chest to clench around her arms as she kept her fingers buried inside of her and furiously stroked at the throbbing bundle of nerves.

With a scream her body tensed, her fingers caught inside her by the strength of her walls closing around them. Her thighs quivered and her hips rolled upwards unto her touch as she slowed. Her breathing labored and her body shaking she sunk into the fabric of the armchair, her legs slowly lowering as to not strain her muscles anymore. Slipping her fingers out of herself she let herself collapse, cheek resting against her shoulder as she allowed herself to be lulled into a pleased state of exhaustion. Perhaps she would begin staying late more than once per week.

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