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It was only by accident that Edward succeeded to the peerage. He was the third son, and normally his oldest brother, Charles, would have inherited the title and the estate when Lord Blaine died. His Lordship was a man of tremendous energy, and very much an outdoors person. He had no time for any sort of artistic activity and as far as he was concerned he was only ever really happy when he was on a horse, holding a gun or, rather unusually for his time, in a sailing boat, and it was the latter that caused his demise.

While Edward was a very good horseman and quite a reasonable shot, sailing was not one of his best points. While he could handle a boat quite well, he suffered badly from seasickness. This was so bad that anything more than a mild swell would have him retching and puking over the side and there was no chance of him sailing sensibly. His father was convinced that he was afraid of the sea and would not accept that he just had a physical problem which he could not overcome. Thus when his father went to sea on a particularly rough day with his two brothers he refused to join them, and so was not present when the boat overturned and all three were drowned.

Edward was just 26 when this accident occurred, and was completely unprepared for this unexpected inheritance. The estate was considerable, including as it did a very smart London town house, and a 5000 acre country estate, in the centre of which was a magnificent house dating back to the 16th century. Most of the estate was leased to tenant farmers, the home farm being of 1000 acres of mixed arable and dairy. This part of the estate was of particular interest to Edward, as he had been very involved in the management of the farm before his father’s death. He was rather a country boy, and not very interested in participating in the London season, although he did host a ball at his house. However, he returned to the country as soon as possible, where he felt most at home.

One problem which he had not anticipated soon arose to cause him considerable anxiety. His sudden accession to the title made him a prime target for the young ladies who were looking for husbands, preferably wealthy ones. He was a very attractive man, just over 6 feet tall, good-looking with a dark head of hair, but unfortunately was extremely shy. While he was very comfortable talking to men of any station about country matters, he was completely tongue tied in the presence of young women, which seemed to make him even more attractive to them, as they all thought that he would be an easy husband to manage.

Given free choice, he would have happily stayed single, and had he not inherited, this might well have happened. However this was no longer an option. It was crucial that he not only married but that he should produce a son and heir. In the event that he should have died childless, the estate and title would have passed to his cousin Harold, a wastrel who would certainly have gambled the whole thing away in fairly short order. So he had to find a wife, but the thought of being married to any of the young women who had put themselves on the market in the London season absolutely horrified him. What to do? Suddenly a solution occurred to him.

He had been friendly with the daughter of a neighbouring farmer, having played with her when she was a baby, and through the years of her girlhood. Now Alice was 18, and had turned into a very attractive young woman, and he realised that the feelings he had for her were much stronger than anything he had felt for the husband seekers who had been paraded in front of him during the annual upper-class flesh market. Unfortunately, although they were great friends, Alice was as shy as he was, and it took him quite some time before she became aware that their feelings were far more than just friendship. Finally he screwed up his courage and spoke to her father to ask his permission to ask Alice to marry him, which was gladly given.

The proposal was a little confusing, and it was quite some time before Alice realised that he was actually asking for her hand. When she finally understood she was delighted to accept, though she did ask him if he was sure that she would be grand enough for him, to which he replied that he didn’t want a grand wife, he just wanted a loving one. The marriage took place quite quickly, and, although he was under pressure from his relatives to have a grand affair in London they both wished to have a quiet event in the local village church, attended not only by their relatives but also by a lot of the employees of the estate and of her father’s farm.

They were blissfully happy together in the period leading up to the wedding, but after a few months it was clear to them both that something was not right. Edward badly needed advice, and there was only one person to whom he could turn, and that was Alfred, his personal servant. So now we need to know something about Alfred.

Alfred Watkins, or Fred as he was always known, had been born on the estate, the son of the butler. He was two years older than Lord Blaine, escort mecidiyeköy and, despite the difference in his standing from that of his Lordship, the two boys had played together from an early age. There was a large age gap between Edward and his elder brothers, so it was natural that he should enjoy the company of Fred, who was near his own age. Theirs became a very close friendship, and although Fred started his working life as a general servant and dogsbody, he was always unofficially Edward’s personal servant, and this position was consolidated when Edward inherited the peerage.

When Fred was 18, he enjoyed his first sexual experience with Mary, one of the maids, with the not surprising result that she became pregnant. Her father was not too displeased, as he could insist on Fred marrying the girl, thus getting rid of one of his daughters. Edward persuaded his father to allow Fred to live in one of the houses on the estate, where Mary produced a son, followed by another two years later. Although it had been a shotgun marriage, Fred was quite happy with Mary though he had one regret. He had been very involved with Jane, another maid, and would have preferred to be with her. However, her father had got a job some way away, so she moved and Fred consoled himself with Mary, rather more than he should have done. The marriage was not to last long, unfortunately, because the thatched roof of their cottage caught fire, probably due to a spark from a traction engine that was working nearby, trapping the two children inside, and just as Mary ran back into the house to rescue them, the roof collapsed and all three were killed, leaving Fred as a childless widower.

He was distraught at the loss of his family, and he moved back into the servants accommodation in the big house. He made no attempt to find other female company, but this situation changed when Jane came back to take up a post as Lady Alice’s personal maid, and their friendship was renewed. However, neither of them wished to commit themselves to each other, and, as there was no birth control methods available, they avoided a physical relationship. Jane had been involved with a man while she was away, and had become pregnant, but she lost the baby in the early days of the pregnancy, and she now wished to be very sure of their relationship before risking any sexual activity.

So this was Fred, to whom Edward turned when he had a problem. It had been a daily practice for Fred to bring a whisky decanter and glass to Edward’s bedroom just before he went to bed, but after the marriage this no longer took place, so it was a surprise when Edward told him to bring the decanter and two glasses to his room. When he arrived, he was told to pour a drink for both of them and to sit down. They sipped their drinks in silence for a few minutes, while Edward decided just what to say.

‘Fred, I have a problem and I want you to solve it for me.’

‘You know I’ll do anything I can to help’.

‘Well you might not be so keen when you know what it is. You must realise that Alice and I are wonderfully happy together, or at least we are most of the time. Trouble is, it’s just not working in the bedroom. It’s not her fault, it’s mine, I just can’t do it. I know what I’m supposed to do, but, to be coarse, I just can’t get it up.’

‘I don’t quite see how I can help with that, it sounds as though you need a doctor.’

‘I can’t go to a doctor, it’s hard enough telling you, but to tell the doctor would be just too much for me. But I’ve got to do something. It’s not just a question of Alice not having the pleasure of making love, but as you know well, it’s vital that I get a son. If I don’t, and anything should happen to me,the estate will go to Harold, and you know what a disaster that would be’.

‘Well, he certainly does have a reputation for throwing money away, and I must say an awful lot of people would be badly affected if he were in charge. Apart from which, we all be pretty unhappy if anything nasty should happen to you.’

‘Thanks for the compliment, but accidents do happen, look at my father and brothers for instance. I’m not planning to go sailing to get drowned, but there are plenty of other ways of dying young, so I’ve got to be realistic. I need a son, and there’s only one way I can think of to achieve that. I need a man that I can trust to do the job for me, preferably one who has already shown that he is not lacking in virility.’

‘That sounds drastic solution. You have anyone in mind?’

‘Yes, you.’

‘Me? You want me to… to sleep with your wife, with Lady Alice?’

‘Well not sleep exactly, I rather hope you’ll be very wide awake. Look, if this is too embarrassing for you, just say so and we’ll forget that I ever spoke about it. But I just don’t know any other man I could trust to do it and keep his mouth shut afterwards.’

‘But what will Lady Alice say? Surely she won’t agree to this.’

‘We’ve already talked about it, and she has agreed. She says bayan escort istanbul that she doesn’t want to have sex with any other man, but she knows how important a son is to us both, and she says that she can trust you to do just what is needed and not take advantage of her. Look, don’t answer now, think about it, and if you want to talk to Jane about it, I’m confident that she could be trusted as well. Let me know tomorrow please. Now drink up, and I’ll go and join Alice.’

Fred went straight to Jane’s room to talk to her. When he explained the problem that their employer had, she immediately said that it was his duty to help out. She did want to impose one condition.

‘Before you have sex with her ladyship, I want you to do it with me, please. Fred, you must realise by now that I love you, and always wanted you to be the man I could spend my life with. I get the idea that you might feel much the same about me, but I’m not going to ask you to make any commitment, just make love to me, please. As it happens, it’s not very likely I’ll get pregnant at this time of the month, but if I do, so be it. Now, take your clothes off and come into bed with me.’

Fred wasn’t going to argue with this request, and soon the two of them were starting a loving relationship that was to continue for the rest of their lives. He spent the whole night in bed with her, and next day he went to Lord Blaine to tell him what they had agreed. Edward was pleased to hear this, and said that he would tell his wife, and that she would make arrangements through Jane for Fred to visit her and carry out the deed.

After these discussions had taken place, it was arranged that Fred should go to Alice’s room the next evening. Fred bathed himself carefully and put on clean clothes before arriving at her room. Jane met him, and told him that Alice was ready for him and what she would be expecting. Then she gave him a quick kiss, and told him to go in, but he hesitated.

‘Jane, darling, I’ve never felt less like making love to a woman than I do now. Would you mind trying to get me a bit excited first before I go in.’

Jane drew him into her arms, and kissed him long and deeply. She opened her dress and put his hand inside so that he could hold her breast, while her hand opened his trousers and slipped inside. She found his limp penis, but as she caressed him and he felt the beauty of her breasts, his limpness disappeared, and he was soon fully tumescent.

‘There Fred, that’s better. I wish it was for me, but perhaps we can arrange that later on after you’ve serviced her ladyship.’

Fred and Alice

Fred entered into the bedroom. The curtains were drawn and there was only one small light. Alice was lying on the bed, the bed clothes turned back, and he could see the white form of her nightdress. He moved to the side of the bed. Normally he would have used her Christian name, as he had known her since she was a little girl, and only addressed her formally when non-family members were present, but now he felt totally awkward and didn’t know quite how to proceed.

‘My lady’ he started, but she stopped him.

‘You’ve always called me Alice in private before, this is a pretty stupid time to start getting formal. You must realise that this business is most unpleasant for me, but I do so want to give Edward a son and heir, and I don’t know anybody else I would trust to do this for me. Poor Edward is so embarrassed that he can’t impregnate me himself, and he tried so hard, but it just wouldn’t work for us, so I’m still a virgin, and I don’t really know much about what’s going to happen. I know the mechanics of it, I’ve seen the animals performing, you’ll have to teach me how to receive you.’

‘Alice, I’m sad for you both that it hasn’t happened as you wanted, but I hope that, if I can give you a son, you’ll be able to forget how it started. Anyway, all I’m going to do is put my penis into your sex. I’ll have to move a bit when I get in, but you’ve seen what animals do, and it’s the same thing really. I have to move to make me aroused enough to squirt my seed into you. I’m afraid it will hurt a bit when I go in, because I’ve got to break your maidenhead – there’s a thin skin that has to be broken to let me in far enough for my seed to get up into your womb. I’ll be as gentle as I can, and, once it’s broken, that’s done for the rest of your life’

‘Go ahead, do what you have to do. I trust you not to hurt me more than you have to. What do I have to do?’

‘You don’t need to do anything, I’ll look after it. I’ll just uncover your sex, then I’ll do it.’

He drew the nightdress up far enough so that he could see the triangle of fair pubic hair. He held both of her knees, and drew her legs apart, and, in the weak light, he could just see the darker mark of her slit through the hair. He had entered the room with no shoes on, and he unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down his legs, together with his underpants. He climbed awkwardly onto the bed and moved between her legs. escort beşiktaş His erection had subsided after Jane’s efforts, but the sight of Alice’s spread sex soon caused it to grow again. Although he had been very dubious about taking on this task, the thought of entering this lovely virgin body overcame his scruples. He leaned forward over Alice’s body and supported his torso on one hand while he held his now rigid penis in the other and cautiously guided it towards her sex. He could see little in the weak light, but he felt the tip of his tool touch her lips, and heard her sharp intake of breath as she felt the alien touch of a man on her most private parts.

Now he began to move his as penis searched for the entry into her inner lips, and he felt her yielding to his touch as he found the elusive spot, and began to enter her vagina. He could feel the heat of her body as his glans pushed open the tight channel, but it wasn’t a smooth progress. She was not aroused in any way, and as a result, her vagina was dry, and although his precum provided some lubrication, he could feel that he was having to force his way in. He quickly arrived at the barrier of her hymen and he began to push against it. Nothing happened for a moment, then suddenly the thin membrane tore. She cried out at the sudden pain, and he stopped moving, but then he realised that he had to go on, and he pushed in further till his pubis was touching hers and he was fully engaged. Her face was turned away from him he could see the distress she was suffering, but he had no option but to continue. He slowly drew back, then pushed in again. He could feel the lack of lubrication, as his penis dragged her flesh back and forth as he moved. Eventually his own fluid eased the movement a little, and he speeded up as he came near to his own climax. He felt the rush of fluid through his penis, which jerked and as he squirted his seed deep into her vagina.

He had made sure that he supported his weight on on his hands, taking care to make the minimum of contact with her body. Now, as his penis subsided, he withdrew from her, and climbed off the bed, drawing up his trousers as he stood up, then leaning forward and drawing her nightdress down over her knees. He could hear her crying quietly, and wasn’t sure what to say, so he tried to reassure her.

‘I’m sorry I hurt you, but it won’t hurt so much next time.’

‘What do you mean, next time? You’ve done it now, why do you think you’re going to do it again?’

‘Well, in theory I don’t need to do it again. The problem is that if I only do it once, you will have to wait until your next period is due before you find out if you are pregnant. Then I could do the same thing next month, but it could be a long time before we succeed. The more times I do it, the more chance is of your getting pregnant. It’s up to you, I know you don’t enjoy it, I can only say that I will try to make it as bearable as possible, and I think you’ll find that now your hymen is broken, it shouldn’t be painful for you.’

‘I suppose you’re right. So are you going to do it again now?’

This thought had not occurred to Fred, but he didn’t think it would be a good idea.

‘I think would be better to leave it for tonight, as you must be sore. In any case, a man needs a little space to recover his virility, so there wouldn’t be so much chance of it working at the second attempt.’

‘All right. I’m sorry if I sound a bit grumpy, as I realise that this isn’t easy for you either. But you are right, I am sore and I hope that will be better tomorrow. Thank you for doing what you are doing. Now go and ask Jane to come to me.’

He left and told Jane to go and talk to her mistress. Later that night he went to her room to talk about what had happened.

‘It was terrible, Jane. She was absolutely dry and I felt awful forcing my way into her. It obviously hurting her when I took her virginity, but after that it was still painful for her as I was dragging myself across her tight passage. It didn’t actually hurt me, but there was certainly no pleasure in it – not that I expected it to be a lot of fun, but I certainly didn’t expect to feel so unpleasant. I don’t really understand it, it was never like that with Mary, or with you last night, come to that.’

‘Silly boy, you obviously don’t understand women at all, not physically anyway. We don’t go around all the time with a nice slippery passage, it is only when we start to get excited that we get juicy down there. The problem you’ve got is that you can’t do anything to get her aroused, so she’ll just stay dry. I’ll see if I can think of something. Now, give me a kiss and go away. You need to save all your sperm to produce a son and heir for his Lordship, there will be plenty of time to fill me up after you’ve done your stud duties.’

The next day Fred went about his duties as normal. He felt a little embarrassed when he first met his boss, but that was soon overcome. Edward told him that he didn’t want to talk about what had happened with his wife.

‘Fred, I don’t think I can bear to talk about it. Just do it and I hope you can make her pregnant quickly, and it can be over with. It sounds a bit stupid to say thank you to a man for having slept with his wife, but I do appreciate it and realise that it must be a bit embarrassing for you, so let’s just accept that it’s happening and get on with it.’

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I have too many options… Ok, if you have read any of my other entries you will see that I have written about how I got hooked on massage parlors. I have decided to jump ahead to the present and explain my dilemma of the last six months. Once again, these stories may not have the intricate details of other stories you may read. I am relaying my actual experiences, and while I briefly describe the looks and body of the masseuse, I typically leave it to your imagination to fill in the blanks to your own preference… That’s what I do when I read your stories

When my stories started I would visit Houston on business trips. Now I have lived here for the last five years. While I have been in massage parlors in numerous states (NJ, NC, California, Michigan, etc.) Texas holds the dubious title of the center of illicit massage parlors. My problem is that I have three, and I can’t figure out which is the best.

I have written about my original favorite in the story of my first erotic massage. Unfortunately that one is still shut down. It was great because your visit followed a four step process. First 10 minutes in a steam room. Then 10 minutes in a hot tub. You are naked during this time, with a very attractive attendant taking care of you. Next is a table shower where they make sure they make sure to take care to clean all the important parts. You then get a short, often a relatively lackadaisical massage. However when they flip you over they quickly put on a condom and fuck you without any extra negotiating for money. They also never pushed for big tips.

If you are educated on Asian massage parlors, or AMPs, you would expect the service they give, based on the details on their website. You should be able to read between escort bayan kağıthane the lines of the ads to understand what is actually offered:

1. Look at the hours of operation. If they stay open late, like 10 or later, you will at least get a happy ending. If they close at 6 pm, there is no chance.

2. Look at the price. This last place was is $180. This is high for a massage, even if you have the spa and steam room. If you are paying that much you will probably get full service.

3. Also if the price is too low, it could be full service. One place I will detail here only cost $40 for one masseuse, and $80 for a four hand massage. This is very cheap. Places like this will typically push for additional money in order to get extras. These places are dangerous, because once a pretty, topless, masseuse has your hard cock in her hand, you have very little leverage to negotiate.

4. There are some other rules. As an example, the services they offer typically tip their hand. If they are giving a table shower you should at least get a hand job. Also, look at the neighborhood. You may get a hand job in an upscale neighborhood, but you typically won’t get full service.

Of course the exception makes the rule. So sit back and I will explain my current dilemma in choosing my favorite local massage parlor. I will go in order of price.

The first place I will describe offers table showers and has the option of four hand massage. It also has a steam room. If you have read my other stories you will know that I love massages, but I also really have learned to like to be naked in the presence of these pretty masseuses. Also, I am typically happy with a hand job, I rarely go to places escort bayan beyoğlu where they will have sex with you. I assumed this was a full service spa because of the price and services. Also their website has photos of hot girls in lingerie, (however I have never seen them there).

I went for the first time when I was really horny and wanted a full service spa. I was sure that the $40 entrance fee meant they would negotiate for more. My first visit I had the four hand massage. One very pretty young masseuse, and one a little more curvy than I typically like, but she had big tits, and I am always a fan of that. I requested to use the sauna first. This way they would give me the table shower before the massage, just because I would be sweaty. Typically they do the table shower at the end, but I personally like to do it first, as an opportunity to be more naked for a longer time with the girls.

So the table shower was ok, but they really steered clear of the good spots. I am laying there naked, on my back, and they don’t even wash my dick. Not even with the loofah. They even handed me the sprayer at the end, so I could wash it myself. This was a surprise. But once we got back to the room they massaged my back with no draping. The hotter girl was massaging my lower half, and she didn’t shy away from bumping and rubbing my balls from behind. When they flipped me over I expected to get the hard sell for more money – but it didn’t happen.

On my back they did drape me, but in the most minimal way imaginable. A small towel covered just my cock and balls. The towel was so small that the slightest move would make it fall off. They would eventually put it back on.

The busty girl stayed escort bayan esenler at the top of the table. She massaged me a few times since this and has a few signature moves. She would take both of your arms and stretch them out. They would wind up right behind her, and you found yourself grabbing her ass. She also would massage your chest and belly from the top, and bump her tits in your face during each pass. Girls have to feel this right? There is no way they are brushing their tits in your face without knowing it, is there?

She did this nonchalantly, like she didn’t notice my lips were trying to grab her shirt (and bra encased) nipples each time she passed.

So, now is the time I should probably explain myself a little more. I am over 50, and have found that the reduction of natural testosterone makes intimacy a little harder. So long story short, I took a blue pill before I came in so knew I would have no problems performing. I was expecting a 3 way…

She practically put my hands on her ass, and I found myself grabbing firmly, while mouthing her tits through her shirt. I had a cute girl massaging very high up on my inner thighs. I started getting hard and making a tent out of the small towel covering my junk. It was going well until I took my hands off her ass and grabbed her tits.

At that point they quickly shut me down. They moved out of my reach and finished up the massage. They then lifted up the hand towel covering my raging hard on (giving me one more hope for at least a hand job) and left the room.

I was shocked that it ended there. I grabbed by cock and blew my load in about 30 seconds into the one of the towels they used. On the way out I gave them each $20, and told them I was surprised that there was no happy ending, and pointed out that if there was the tip would be much larger.

They laughed and said “no, no, only massage here”.

Needless to say I was very disappointed. However, for some reason I have been back at least 10 times since then… More about that later. To be continued…

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Meet Eric and Katya. The two live as neighbors at a duplex house on the corner of Cromwell Avenue and Lagosa Street. They have a lot in common, but they don’t know each other; except that they are neighbors. For Valentine’s Day it may just be a typical day for them, but a conversation in the chat room will make a connection between the two.

Eric is a 34 year old Spanish male with black hair and a slender build. His daily life is work, sleep, and surf the internet. He has been divorced for quite some time and he rarely goes out to meet people. He owns his place and loves where he lives. His neighbor, Katya is an attractive 36 year old Russian woman with piercing green; deep-set eyes, auburn red-hair, and a beautiful build. Since her divorce, she too leads the same lifestyle as Eric. All she does is work, sleep, and surf the internet. She goes out on the occasion; usually to shop, but doesn’t mingle with people very much. Plus, she enjoys living at a place she owns next door to Eric. The two have crossed each other a few times, but never formally met. If they only knew how much they have in common about each other.

It all began one Tuesday evening when Eric, whose screen name is Tiger met Katya; screen name Diamondgirl, online. Their conversation began with introductions and simple chats, but the two became quickly acquainted. They shared many things they have in common, like, their relationship status and what they normally do on their spare time.

The two told each other what they do for a living and where they work; coincidentally, they work in the downtown area. Eric is a librarian at the Central Library, and Katya works as a hotel manager at a luxury hotel. The two talked for hours until it was time to go to bed. Their conversation left them feeling that there was a possible connection. They hoped to see each other online the next day.

Wednesday begins like any other day. Both Eric and Katya lead their separate; daily lives. Throughout the day, they have crossed each other several times without knowing who they are online. They ride the light rail to work, and they order lunch at a deli not far from their workplaces. Their schedules are almost alike, except that Eric comes home an hour later, and sometimes he eats at a local diner a couple of blocks away from home.

As the evening comes, Katya comes home. She changes her clothes for something more comfortable, and then she unwinds by making herself a cup of tea and warming her leftover dinner that she made from the previous day. After finishing her dinner, she logs on her computer to see if she could meets with Eric again. Apparently, he is not online. Instead, she sends him an email.

Meanwhile, Eric comes home carrying his take-out. He sets his food on the table, so he can unwind. He logs on his computer and checks his email. He reads and email that was sent by Katya and it reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: No Subject

Hey, I had a great time talking with you last night and I hope to talk more with you.

-Katya

Eric sends an email reply, and then gets changed to his house clothes. He relaxes on the couch and watches t.v., while eating his take out food. The time passes to 10pm and he becoming tired. He turns off the t.v. and checks his computer to see if Katya returned his email. There was no response, so he turns of his computer and heads to bed.

Several hours later, Eric wakes up in the middle of the night. He tosses and turns, as he tries to fall back asleep. He gets up to check the time on his alarm clock. It reads 2:30AM. Frustrated, he gets out of bed and walks to the living room to surf the internet. He turns on this computer, and walks to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. As he returns, he checks his email and discovers a response from Katya and it reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: RE: No subject

Hi Eric, I ‘m sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner. I fell asleep as I waited for you…

Before Eric could finish reading his email, Katya’s screen name, Diamondgirl appears in a popped-up instant message window. The two chat online under their screen names.

Diamondgirl: Hi Eric.

Tiger: Katya, Hi. I couldn’t sleep. I checked to see if you were online.

Diamondgirl: I have a confession to tell you.

Tiger: What kind of confession? I hope you’re not going to tell me that you’re a man.

Diamondgirl: LOL. No. I am a woman, very much woman. I was up thinking about you too.

Tiger: Me too, I had trouble sleeping because I was thinking about you.

Diamondgirl: So you feel that way too?

Tiger: Yeah. Hey, why don’t we exchange phone numbers so we can talk on the phone? I’d like to hear your voice.

Diamondgirl: Well, I hope you can understand my accent.

The two exchange their phone numbers over the internet, and logged off when they finished. Eric returns to his bedroom to get his cell phone, and call Katya. When Katya picks up, on the other line, he is amazed by the sound of escort etiler her voice.

“You have a lovely voice” he complimented.

Katya, on the other line, giggles “No, you just like my accent.”

For a while, the two talk over the phone. They were getting to know more about each other. There is a comfort between Eric and Katya; they can share anything with each other. Somewhere in the conversation Katya becomes flirtatious with Eric over his real name.

“I love the name Enrique.” She adds “It sound so six-swen-yay”

He chuckles and asks, “What does that mean?”

She answered, “Sexy. I love your name and I call you Enrique from now on.” She continues; flirtatiously moaning out his name, but this time she speaks in Spanish, “Aye Enrique, siempre hablo claro su nombre, consigo esta comezón dentro de mí y tengo ganas de quererle más.”

Translation: Oh Enrique, everytime I speak out your name, I get this tingle inside me and I feel like wanting you more.

So amazed that he compliments Katya “Wow, I didn’t know you can speak Spanish perfectly.”

“I speak three languages. You like? I speak more”

The thought of hearing Katya on the other line has left Eric feeling hard. There is a minute of silence and two become turned on, that they express their urges. Eric reaches down his shorts to stroke himself. Meanwhile, Katya slides her hand down herself. She lets out a sensuous moan over the phone. She calls out his name “Enrique” and masturbates herself. She continues to tell him Spanish of how she would want to be treated in bed.

“Enrique, quiero sentirme su largo y difícil mí dentro de mí. No piense en nosotros apasionadamente jodiendo hasta que yo cum sobre usted y usted cum en mí.”

Translation: Enrique, I want to feel your long and hard self inside me. Think of us passionately fucking until I cum on you and you cum in me.

Eric whispers out to Katya “I want you.”

She responds back “I want you so bad.”

The phone sex goes on for a while, until Katya’s moan grow louder and louder. Eric is stroking himself faster, while Katya is rubbing herself harder. Eric can feel his balls ready to tremble and he tries to hold his release, but he spasms uncontrollably and lets out his first ooze. He gives out a hard grunt as he cums on himself. Katya, on the other line, can hear what Eric did. Just hearing him cum has caused her body to squirm and orgasm. She gives off a hard moan over the phone. The sound of ecstasy is heard from each other.

Eric, ecstatic from the phone sex experience, says “Wow! I can’t believe it happened!”

She replies, “Me too.” She adds “Enrique, I have confession.”

Eric chuckles, “What’s your confession?”

Katya pauses. She wants to tell him how she feels about him, but she holds back; due to awkward timing.

“I have never done this before.”

He replies, “Me neither.”

Although, the felt wierded-out they were comfortable, and they talked for another while until they were finally tired and went to sleep. But not before they said their good nights.

Their Thursday morning begins with the two waking up to a sensuous feeling in the air. Their whole day will become very unusual, as their daily routines are slowed from their infatuations of each other. At the Central Library, Eric is working putting books away on the shelves, but he realizes that he is placing them in the wrong periodical sections. All day, he can’t help thinking about Katya. But every time he thinks of her his cock grows under his slacks and he becomes embarrassed; afraid the library patrons will get the wrong impression if they approached him for assistance.

Katya, on the other hand, was making several mistakes at her job. She printed out the wrong reports. She nearly short-changed a customer, who decided to pay their room with cash, and she lost her words when the phone rang as she called a customer Eric, instead of a formal business salutations. During their lunch breaks, the two were nearly a danger to themselves, because they didn’t look both ways from on-coming traffic. As the day turns into early evening hours, Katya couldn’t believe what’s happened to her. All she can think about was Eric and last night. As her shift comes to an end, she sends an email to Eric from her job.

Meanwhile, Eric is stacking reference books on the cart, rolls past a row of computers. He sets the cart aside and goes on the computer, to quickly check for any emails from Katya. To his surprise he receives it and reads it. The email reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: Last night.

Eric, what did you do to me? I could not stop thinking about you. I was making mistakes like never before and I couldn’t stay focus on what I’m doing. I really can’t wait to see you online tonight. I thought about meeting you at work, and take you to a room where we can. (Hint) Please come home tonight. I want to do it again.

-Katya

Eric cock grows after reading the istanbul bayan escort email. He just can’t wait until tonight. In fact, he decides to reply to Katya and sends out a very hot; mouth-watering email. As soon as he finishes, he closes out the window and returns to work, but not until he was caught by his supervisor. Embarrassed, he clears his throat and hopes that his boss didn’t notice his erection.

Later that evening, Katya comes home. She sets aside her coat and immediately logs on her computer. She notices an email response from Eric. It reads:

From: Tiger

To: Diamondgirl

Subject: RE: Last night.

Katya, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. In fact, just thinking of your name has given me a hard on all day. Now here’s what I want you to do while I’m at work, think of yourself sitting on a chair, with your legs spread open and I eat you out. Think of me as I suck on your nipples and you lick my fingers, when you beg me to fuck you. Think of me when I then insert my cock in you and fuck you until you beg me to cum. You and I exchange saliva as we kiss and I suddenly compliment your pussy with a hot load all over you. I can’t to meet you online.

-Eric

The anticipation from the email made her feel very wet. Since she could not sit still, she raises her skirt and sinks her hand down her panties and begins rubs herself. She caresses her clit and makes circle motions around it. Her moans begin to grow louder as she picks up momentum from rubbing herself. Her eyes are closed with an imagination about Eric, and she becomes breathless as she is approaches orgasm. She rubs harder and faster until her body goes into euphoric stage. She can barely stay in her seat as her body tenses. The orgasm gave her an explosive feeling in her body, causing her to squirm uncontrollably. Once her orgasm settles down, she manages catch her wind, send a reply email to Eric.

An hour later, Eric comes home. He hangs his coat in the closet and gets settled. He goes to the fridge to get his leftover take-out food from last night, and warms it up in the microwave. While he waits for his leftover to warm up, he goes to his computer and logs on to see if there was reply from Katya. He noticed Katya sent a replied email and it reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: No Subject

Enrique, that letter you sent me made me very hot inside. I can’t wait to see you online tonight.

-Katya

Eric smiles. He can’t wait until he chats with her. All this anticipation for Katya took away his appetite to finish his dinner. His cell phone rings, on the other line is Katya, so he answers, “Hello?”

Katya, on the other line asks “Enrique, what are you doing?”

He replies, “Just getting in, I thought you were going to be online?”

Out of nowhere, she demands “Change of plans. Come get naked, I’m really horny.”

Eric’s reaction from Katya’s request made his cock painfully hard. The two take off their pants and begin having phone sex. Katya, naked from the waist below is rubbing herself. Her eyes are closed and she slowly squirm her body from the rhythm of her masturbation. Meanwhile, at Eric’s place he is slowly caressing his stiffening cock, while he overhears Katya on the other line moaning softly. The two exchanges their moans, until Katya’s moans grow louder. He listens carefully and jerks off only enough to detect Katya climaxing. So he won’t cum prematurely. Katya finally climaxes and cries out over the phone, “Fuck, I’m going to cum!”

Eric strokes his cock hard, until he releases his juices all over himself. He lets out a hard groan, while he overhears Katya orgasm from the other line. As the two begin to catch wind, they talk.

Katya; suddenly seductively compliment him “You are very… Zakh-va-tuvy-shii.”

Eric laughs and replies “What ever that means, thanks.”

“Addictive.” She adds, “You are very addictive. I was thinking about coming over to your place and fuck you. All through the day I was thinking about you. I was making a lot of mistakes. Whatever you did to me, made me feel… well you know.”

“Yeah, I know. But is what we feel real or just lust?” He asks.

She replies “We just wait and see. Where do you live?”

“Cromwell Avenue, and you?” he asks.

Excited, she continues “I live on same block, where?”

“Lagosa Street.” He adds, “Why? You live there too.”

Katya’s reaction is in disbelief. She wonders if the guy she has feelings for lives next door to her. She immediately replies a different answer. “No, I live on other side of town. I wondered what if we live next door to each other.”

“Wow! That would be dreams come true.” He adds, “We could spend a lot of nights together. Go to your place or my place for dinner, except I don’t cook very well. We could watch movies together at home and have lots of time to catch up. It’s been years since I’ve been with someone. However, I don’t even know my next door neighbor. She’s a young woman who escort ortaköy says hi and bye to me, but never says a word.”

Katya wants to confess, but she restrains herself from telling Eric and tells him “I wished I did live next door to you and I could cook for you.”

Eric replies “If you were here at my door. I’d probably want to see you in a lingerie serving me dinner.”

She laughs, “Maybe.”

Eric asks, “So Why do you call yourself Diamondgirl?”

Seductively, she answers “Because I have a real diamond piercing on my navel. And why do you call yourself Tiger, is it you have the strength of a tiger in bed?”

Eric blushes and laughs. “Naw, I could. But I was born in ’74. The Year of the Tiger”

“I was born in 1972, what year is that?”

“Year of the Rat.” He answered.

She laughs and replies “I’m not a rat. I am a woman, remember. Very woman.”

“How woman?” He asks.

“Very woman, you’ll see, and no I’m not huge. Just woman.”

Eric laughs, “I didn’t think of that. And I probably wouldn’t care. Let’s meet on Valentine’s Day. We could go someplace for dinner.”

Katya becomes silent for a few seconds. She’s worried that Eric will find out that she doesn’t across town, but she doesn’t want to refuse. She replies, “I’d like that. Want to meet after work?

“Sure. Valentine’s is Monday and it’s Thursday. What do we do for the next several days?” He asks.

“We do what we normally do over the phone. Maybe when we meet, we go to my place. I might serve you dinner in my lingerie.”

Eric smiles and replies “Mmm, I get to have dessert after dinner.”

They laugh and continue to talk throughout the night.

The very next day, Katya leaves work to go on her lunch break. Instead of going to the deli down the street, she goes to the Central Library to see what Eric looks like. As she enters, she looks around to see if she could recognize him. She crosses the reference desk, and she sees Eric placing books on the desk, while he talks to his co-worker. She recognizes his voice, and approaches the reference desk to see if she if could read his work badge. Once she confirms that the work badge has Eric’s name on it. Eric; not recognizing Katya asks “Hi how may I help you?”

Katya becomes pale and doesn’t answer. She feared that her accent will give way to Eric recognizing her.

Eric then calls her out. “Hey, I know you. You live next door to me.”

Katya freezes and then she nods.

He continues, “You don’t speak English. You from Russia?” She nods. As she grabs a book from the desk.

Eric continues, “We’ve live next door and we never introduced. I’m Eric and you are?”

Nervously she answers, but she alters her voice to a timid tone “Rina”

“Nice to meet you. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Katya takes a quick glance at the title of the book and it reads “English Dictionary” she smiles and replies,

“No, I need to read this book. But thank you anyway.”

“Okay, well nice meeting you.” Eric returns to work and Katya walks away carrying the dictionary. She realizes that Eric didn’t recognize her voice. She carries the dictionary and places it at a desk near the exit. She leaves the Central Library Building to return to work.

The time moves forward for Katya to leave work. She sets her handbag on the desk, and places her keys on top of the handbag as she gives her shift relief the details about some reservations. Outside, there is a nasty storm pouring both rain and snow and Katya is becoming concerned about catching the light rail train. She clocks out, grabs her handbag; not realizing that she dropped her house keys to the floor, and hurries outside to catch the light rail train that is docking at the station. She barely makes it to the train on time, but she is partially soaked. Throughout the train ride home, she thinks of ways she would like to approach Eric, after meeting him. She is also wants to tell him the truth, because of what she told where she lived.

As the train approaches her station she gets off and walks home. She stands in front of a puddle she doesn’t realize, and a passing bus speeds by splashing a wave of slush and water over her. Her hair suddenly soaked and her make up is running from the results of the splash. Frustrated, she walks home.

Once she arrives at her place on Lagosa, she digs her hands down her coat pockets and realizes that she is missing her house keys. She reaches for her cell phone in her other pocket and it is out service, because it is damaged from the splash. She realizes that her night is going to get bad; all she can do is wait for Eric to arrive.

An hour passed, and Eric arrives at the door soaked and wet. He notices Katya; whom he only knows her as Rina, drenched and shivering.

“Rina, are you okay?”

Katya responds, “Yes. I lost my keys.”

“You’re welcome to stay at my house, until we can figure a way to get you in.”

She smiles and without reluctance she nods. They enter Eric’s place and they take off their coats to hang dry. The two enter the living room, and Eric kicks off his shoes.

“You’ll have to excuse my appearance. My maid quit on me.”

She giggles, “Your place looks fine.”

“Thank you.” He continues, “You’re shivering. Would you like to wait here, while I get some clothes for you?”

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[ I find rain and churches to be turn on’s. This story includes vanilla sex and mystery. If you know her, let me know the solution to the mystery. ]

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When she walked into the bar I felt her energy. It was Wednesday at two in the afternoon and raining hard outside. She was covered by a man’s yellow raincoat and hat. Her bare legs and high heeled boots gave her gender away. She glanced around the bar and noticed that she and I were alone.

Without hurrying she walked to the bar, slipped up on a stool and said, “Beer please, in a glass.”

I sat the glass in front of her and she pulled a fifty from the raincoat pocket. I was a little surprised at that. No purse. No wallet. Just a fifty. I made change and handed it to her. She didn’t count it, just shoved it in her pocket.

“Some days I wish I was a fish,” she said. Her right hand lifted the glass and she touched it to her lip and took a long drink. I watched. When she put the glass down she looked me over again.

“Not very busy today.”

“Not expecting anyone else until about five. Then some of the office gents from down the block will come in to drown their sorrows.”

“That gives us plenty of time.” She looked me in the eyes and leaned forward just a bit. I wondered where this was going.

“Plenty of time for what?”

“Are you a Catholic?”

“No, do you need one?”

“No. I need a non-Catholic. You.”

“Me? I don’t think you need me.”

“Yes. You. Do you know the date?”

“May second.”

“Yes. Do you believe in revenge or pay back?”

“Sometimes. Are you here to pay me back for something?”

“No. I want you to help me pay back the Church.”

“How?”

“I want you to close the bar for half an hour and take me inside the church across the mecidiyeköy escort bayan street and fuck me.”

“Say that again.” I wanted to be sure I heard her correctly.

“I want you to close the bar for half an hour and take me inside the church across the street and fuck me.”

“That’s what I heard the first time. Why in the church?”

“Do you care? I just offered you the fuck of the week and you want to know why in the church?”

“No. Not really. Maybe inside all that wet yellow you are a guy with a pretty face.”

“If you want to see my body, ask.”

“I want to see your body. Please.”

She stood next to the bar stool and opened the raincoat. I had seen everything she was wearing when she came in. She opened the raincoat and I saw a beautiful young woman, nude except for the boots. Her breasts were high on her chest, small and tipped with hard nipples. Farther down she was smooth, like a little girl. Her legs were dancers legs and her torso also looked like she spent lots of time doing something to stay really fit. The muscle in my jeans began to flex in anticipation.

Her eyes followed me as I walked from behind the bar and went to the door. I took the keys out of my pocket and turned the “open/closed” sign to “Closed”. She zipped the coat closed and I put mine on. She stepped outside and after locking the door I followed her across the street.

We entered the quiet of the church. I followed her to the front of the church where the large alter was taking center stage. On a Sunday if there were enough people to fill the room there might be as many as three hundred people sitting in the room. Because the alter was elevated everyone in the room would be able to see it. The woman walked up the center bayrampaşa escort bayan aisle and moved around behind the alter.

I followed her. Once we were behind the alter she removed the raincoat and the boots. “Take off your clothes.” It was a command more than a request.

I did as she asked. She looked so hot, so willing and I hadn’t been laid in three months.

“Help me up,” she said. I helped her up onto the alter and at her request followed her up. She lay back and spread her legs. I looked and saw that she was glistening and her most intimate opening was open, waiting for my visit.

“Do you just want a fuck or would you like to cum too?”

“I only cum when someone who really knows how eats me.”

“Let’s find out if I am one of the ones who knows how.”

On my belly on the cold marble I buried my face in her pussy. She lifted her legs and put her feet on my back. I was amazed. She was so smooth I had to believe she never had hair around her pussy. She was a smooth as a baby. Her taste was my favorite taste in the world. I used my tongue and lips to explore and stimulate every nerve ending I could find.

As I focused my attentions on her pussy she held my head in her hands and she moaned.

When she spoke she whispered, “Oh, you are the right man! Take me over the edge.”

I forgot about the risk of being caught. I forgot about being in a church. I was worshiping at my church, the Church of the Blessed Woman. My hands found her tits and when I touched them she spoke again, “Pinch my nipples! Pinch hard!”

My hands grasped her entire breasts with my thumb and index finger pinching her nipples. She moaned again and arched her back. I sucked on her growing clit and she shuddered.

“Oh escort bayan bahçelievler God damn, I’m so close! Don’t stop!”

‘Wouldn’t dream of it.’ I thought. My lips held on to her bud as she went. Her body thrashed and her feet kicked my back as she moaned through her orgasm. I held on and when she calmed down I sat up, between her legs.

“Ready?”

“Yes! Take me right here!”

She watched as I aimed my hard cock into her swollen pussy. As I slid in she moaned and said, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

She was so tight that even though she was very wet it was difficult to get in. My hips pressed my cock into her as my hands held her hips from sliding away from me. I slowly entered her until all of my cock was inside her. I could feel the muscles inside her vagina massaging me, getting used to being filled. Slowly I pulled back and then pushed in again. Each stroke was longer and stronger until I was slamming into her as deep and as hard as I could.

The church was filled with the noises of our joining. Our breathing, loud and mixed with animal-like noises of rutting. Our wet noises of my cock slamming into her cunt. It was glorious.

“Christ, fill me with cum! Fuck me forever!” She screamed!

I could feel the juices, the jizzim, the cum rising from my balls and filling her cunt. I bellowed like the lion I felt like and felt the pulsing of my cock as it unloaded everything I had.

She pulled me down on top of her and we lay still for a few moments, sweating together and feeling our combined juices flowing out onto the alter. After our breathing returned to normal I kissed her and she explored the inside of my mouth with her tongue.

We slowing uncoupled and got off the alter. She was careful not to disturb the offering we had left. She took a long cloth from a nearby shelf and used it to wipe the sweat from both of us. We redressed. Actually, I redressed she put her boots and raincoat on. When we got to the door of the church she said, “By the way, what’s your name?”

“Adam. Yours?”

She smiled, kissed me hard and as she turned to walk away she said, “Eve, of course.”

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I love waitresses. I grew up in the northeast, where diners are everywhere, and learned at an early age to appreciate the edgy, smart ass attitude of diner waitresses. That, and the shirtdress uniforms, either button up, or zip up. The waitresses who knew where their tips came from would usually show some cleavage, and, if they had passably decent legs, would raise the hem on their dresses. It was the best in working girl sexy, and there’s nothing hotter than a shapely, forty-something diner waitress in a short uniform dress. I often dreamed of taking some of them home for dessert-and I did a time or two.

Thirty years later, and now living in flyover country, things are a little different as far as uniforms-most of the time it’s jeans and t-shirts with an apron tied around their waists. Which brings me to my local hash joint, and Fran. She is a smart ass of the first order, like me, from up north. Our banter started almost immediately, from the first time I saw her, and it’s only gotten more intense in the couple of years she’s been working there. We trade barbs, quips, smart comments, and occasionally have a serious conversation when it’s not too busy. She’s five feet and 100 pounds of blonde aggravation, and looks really good in the jeans and t-shirt she usually wears. I would not change a thing about her.

One day, I was sitting toward the front of the dining area, when she walked past. She bopped me on the head as she went by.

“Next time you do that, I’m going to smack your ass,” I said as she made her return trip to the kitchen.

“Like to see you try,” she shot back.

“You know I will.” Fran gave me a glare as she walked away, then bopped me on top of my head again on her way back to the kitchen. I watched the crowd, fortunately not much of one as it was the mid morning lull between breakfast and lunch, waiting for a chance. The table across from me left. The next time Fran went past, I slapped her ass quickly.

Fran turned. “Watch it, mister. I know where you live.”

“Yeah?? Then why haven’t you come over??”

Fran turned to me. “You wouldn’t know what to do with me if I did.”

“Why don’t you try it and see. Or are you afraid you’ll be wrong??”

“I’m never wrong!!”

“Yeah, your husband said that. Many times.”

“Good. Finally, after 40 years, he’s learning.”

I finished up, and after a few choice escort çapa words to Fran, headed home where I had some things to do around the house. About 2:30, I heard a car pull up. I didn’t have enough time to get out to the driveway to check who it was, but it didn’t matter. As soon as I got to the door from the kitchen to the garage, there was Fran coming up the step. She came in and looked at me. We didn’t speak for a moment.

“See. I told you you wouldn’t know what to do with me.”

I did too. I reached around her, grabbing her ass and picking her up. It wasn’t much of a lift, since she’s so small. I kissed her hard. To my surprise, she met me full on, and we spent the next minute trying to swallow each other’s tongues. When our kiss broke, I reached down and pulled up one side of her t-shirt, then the other, pulling it over her head. I reached around her back, unhooking her bra, freeing her B cup tits. She reached down and pulled up my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. I pulled her to me, kissing her hard again, her tits now pressing into my hairy chest. As we kissed, I started for the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, I threw her on the bed, undoing her jeans and pulling them off. I was met with a pair of skinny legs that rose to a blonde patch at the top. “Well, well. Someone came ready to play.”

“I hate panties,” said Fran. “I love the way jeans feel on my skin.”

I pulled my shorts off, releasing my cock. “I hope you like the way those jeans feel when my come is dripping into them.” I climbed up on the bed between Fran’s spread legs, her pussy slightly open already. I put the head of my cock at her opening, and pushed in firmly. Not ramming into her, but it definitely wasn’t gentle.

“Oh, Shit!!” cried Fran as my dick spread her, plumbing her depths. I pulled out and rammed home on the second thrust. “Fuck!!” she cried out. I felt her pussy get wet and her hips shake. I started to pump in and out, pounding her steadily. “Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Shit!! Oh God!! Uuunngggghhhh!!” She kissed me hard as she came around my cock, which was banging her cervix with every stroke. I slowed a little to let her orgasm wash over her, then pulled out. Fran looked like someone had taken her favorite toy away. “Nooo!!” she whimpered.

I wasn’t done. I turned her over so she was on all fours and pulled her to me. I istanbul eskort was now standing on the floor, my cock pointed right at her swollen pink twat. I rammed into her, again making her cry out. Now my balls were slapping her clit, and it reintensified her arousal. “Aaaaahhhhhooooowwwwww..Fuck!!” she yelled as my balls pounded her clit, making her hips shake again. I slapped her ass, making a loud smack as I hit her. “God damn, you’re going to ruin me!! Fuck!!” she yelled. I slapped her again, bringing the same reaction. I continued to slap her ass, out of rhythm to my pounding dick going in and out of her. In between slaps, I reached forward and grabbed her shaking titties, mauling them as I fucked her. After a couple minutes, I felt Fran’s hips shake, her pussy juice like a waterfall, then her whole body convulse. I pulled her to me, mashing my cock deep in her blonde cunt and pounding her cervix.

“Oooooowwwwwwwwaaaaahhhhhhhh!!” Fran cried out as a massive orgasm washed over her. I started to come, my cock pulsing as I shot into her. I slapped her ass again while I came. I expected some smart comment now that I was filling her with sperm, and I could see her start to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth. I held her ass tight to me while the last of my come spewed into her, then slacked off. I stayed in her a few minutes, then let go and she fell to the bed, rolling over onto her back, her legs open. A moment later a large gob of my come spilled out of her spread labia, down her ass, and onto the sheet. I lay down next to her and kissed her.

“You were saying about not knowing what to do with you??” I said. Fran kissed me back, then quickly jumped up and straddled me, sliding up and putting her dripping twat in my face.

“You know what to do with this??” said Fran, pushing her pussy down to my mouth. “Time for a dessert you won’t see on the menu. Go ahead, lick the cream pie out of my cunt!!” She looked down at me, expecting me to be repulsed by the idea of eating my own sperm. The look on her face was priceless when I stuck my tongue out, licking up her inner lips, then between them, then over her clit, swirling my tongue around it til her hips shuddered and she came again. I pushed her off me, rolling her onto her back. I pulled her face to mine, kissing her hard.

“I get cream pie. You get fish cakes,” I said, escort fatih making sure she tasted her own juices on her tongue.

We pulled away from each other. Fran looked at me, her pale blue eyes sparkling. “You SOB!!” she said, laughing.

“Don’t you hate it when someone proves you wrong??” I teased.

“Yeah, well, so you were right once. It won’t happen again.”

“Til tomorrow. You’ll be back. Nobody else tips you as good as I do.” Fran slapped my ass as we lay together. “You ought to get cleaned up. Your husband will wonder what happened to you.”

“No he won’t. It wouldn’t be the first time I brought him home sloppy seconds.”

“Slut,” I said.

“You wish,” said Fran, heading for the bathroom.

“I know!! After what we just did, you’re my slut now.” Fran stuck her tongue out at me. “You know what they say about tongues…” I called after her.

Fran didn’t hear me. I got off the bed and went into the bathroom, surprising her when I opened the shower door. “You know what they say about tongues,” I repeated. By now, there was a large drop of sperm hanging off the head of my cock.

“I suppose you want me to lick that up for you??”

I looked down, realizing what Fran saw. “Well, yes, actually,” I said, pushing her down onto the seat in the shower. She looked up at me a moment, then took the head of my cock in her mouth, licking it slowly to get all the seeping come, and clean up the rest. She had a wonderful touch, and I was soon hard again. She cradled my balls as she sucked. It took a few minutes, but I wasn’t going to stop her, and I soon felt that familiar rush as my climax started to surge. I didn’t warn her, though from her technique I had a feeling I didn’t have to, and came hard in her mouth. Fran was indeed a pro, swallowing me down without missing a beat.

Fran stood up, pulling my face to hers in a deep kiss. “There ya go. Cream pie and egg whites,” she said as she pulled away. “Now leave me alone so I can get cleaned up. You left a bigger mess for me here than you do in the restaurant.”

I laughed. “I’m not going anywhere. You think I’m missing a chance to rub warm, soapy water all over you??”

Fran looked up at me with a sideways glance. “OK, but if you distract me again, I’ll smack your ass.”

“OK, fine, just remember, paybacks are a bitch.” We settled into the shower, cleaning each other off, and I was soon walking Fran out to her car. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll just look for the waitress who is walking a little funny.”

“They all walk funny. I’ve never seen a bigger bunch of sluts.”

“And you’re their queen,” I taunted back. Fran blew me a sarcastic kiss and she was off.

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Sometimes I just like to write a story about sex. This isn’t one of my emotional rollercoaster stories. It’s about a young man trying to find what he wants in life. A big ‘Thank You’ to Estragon for making this a much better read.

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My name is Royule James White; most people call me Roy. I’m considered mixed race. My mother is Hawaiian and my dad is a black American. So, I guess that makes me a black Hawaiian American. Dad never called himself an African American.

He would always say, ” My great-grandparents were born in America , my grandparents were born in America, my parents were born in America and I was born in America, so that makes me an American. And if I have a dark complexion they can call me a black proud American if they like. And if that causes anybody a problem, it’s their problem.”

Dad was born in Detroit, Michigan and joined the Army fresh out of high school. He is a lifer and will be retiring soon with thirty years of service. After his first year, he was transferred to Hawaii where he met my mother. Due to her pregnancy with me they were married after about three months.

Shortly after my birth, my dad was transferred all over the United States. Mom and us kids always went with him. I have a younger brother and two younger sisters. So I guess we were Army brats. We would stay on a base whenever dad went overseas. All in all I think we turned out pretty good.

About once a year dad would take us all back to Hawaii to visit mom’s family. We loved it there. I was the only one born there but it felt like home to all of us. When I was about thirteen Dad had an opportunity to get stationed in Hawaii as a drill instructor and later he became a recruiter. Other than being sent overseas a couple of times, he spent the rest of his career in Hawaii.

We finally had a permanent home and Mom’s family was happy we were all there. Dad had to leave for deployments a couple of times, so we stayed in Hawaii with Mom. We were always happy when Dad arrived home safe.

During my high school years I played sports and did a lot of exercise and weight training. I didn’t want a body builder type body but more of a lean muscled six-pack sort of body. I worked hard to get it and keep it. Needless to say, I have a dark complexion but my hair is short and actually rather curly.

Most people weren’t sure about my nationality or race. I would tell them I was born in Hawaii and since Hawaii is a State and both of my parents were born in the States, I was American. My close friends knew about me but it was fun when people tried to guess my nationality.

During my last couple of years of school a number of movies and TV shows were filmed in Hawaii. I was always picked as an extra. My looks and build were great for beach scenes, I was told. I never did any speaking parts.

My whole family would be in group or crowd scenes. We got paid for every day we were needed on set. A number of people had told me I should become a model. After graduation I was an extra in a TV show. One of the women who did makeup for the extras invited me to her trailer. She must have been in her forties.

She kept telling me how lonely she was and how long it’d been since she was home. As she was rubbing my six-pack, she pulled down my shorts and it wasn’t long before I was getting a hell of a blowjob.

This wasn’t anywhere near my first time having any kind of sex but it was my first time with a married older woman. It felt different. Before long I was sitting on her couch and she was riding me. Damn! It was just something about fucking another mans wife.

I must have had sex with her a half dozen times before I was no longer needed on the set. I must admit I liked having sex with older women much more than with girls my age. I didn’t have to worry about crushes or the women getting serious.

Martha, the makeup lady, was one of those who told me I should be a model. I really didn’t have any plans for my future yet. I liked working out but didn’t know how to turn it into making a future.

Martha introduced me to Norman Watts. She said he was an agent for a lot of stars and models. He looked a little snobbish to me but he said if I was interested he would take me under his wing.

I found out that it meant he would find me modeling jobs and TV spots. In turns out he would get twenty-five percent of my wages. I asked some of the movie stars and was told that was a high percentage to give to an agent but when I told them it was Norman Watts, they all said he was the best.

I had a talk with Norman with my parents present. He explained to me that I was an unknown and it would take a lot of work to make people aware of me. There were thousands of unemployed actors and models. He thought I had something special; it being my heritage. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

We set up a contract for five years. Any work I did in a movie, TV or modeling business, Norman would get his cut. I think he was gay; he always had young şişli escort bayan men at his side, but he never bothered me. He did introduce me to the right people and work was more than plentiful.

I had to leave Hawaii for months at a time and go to Hollywood. I really hated that part. I do have to say I met a heck of a lot of interesting people. Norman had the contacts.

I saw many movie stars and was an extra in some movies. The main projects Norman set me up with were as a model for advertising products. Most were in magazines and papers. I couldn’t believe I was making such good money. I was sending most of it home and Mom was saving it for me.

She was an accountant and made sure my money was safe. I didn’t need much to live on. I rented a trailer and drove a low-end leased vehicle. It seems funny when I look back and see I was pretty much a kept man. By that I mean that every product I promoted I had to use.

My clothes were pretty much paid for as well as all the cologne’s and other items I advertised. My meals were usually provided by the sets I was working on and there were small parties most every night.

Norman told me ahead of time that I was to give the quiet image. Don’t be seen dating any stars or being in the limelight. As he mentioned I wasn’t a speaker or really an actor. My main attribute was my looks. A very lean but yet muscular body. The cleaner my image the more he could sell me.

Don’t get me wrong here. Norman was a brain when it came to advertising. He didn’t say I couldn’t date, have sex with the ladies or all in all, just have fun. He just told me to be very discreet.

Being a model was really hard work. I know it might be hard to believe but I usually worked on photo shoots up to twelve hours a day. I made sure I hit the gym at least three day a week so I could keep my body in good shape.

A little about my sex life. I did as Norman mentioned and kept a low profile. I guess you could say I was the pretty boy in the background but it paid extremely well. I had sex at least four times a week. If people knew how many movie stars I had sex with, and especially who they were, it would hit the tabloids.

I did have sex with a lot of the younger women, but it was usually after parties and a little drinking. I didn’t drink myself but my partners sure did. The sex was always good but I didn’t want to get attached to any one woman.

Some of the movie stars would ask me to their trailers at night. These were the older married ones who everyone thought were happily married. They might have been happy in their marriages, but I guess they wanted their studs on the side.

It was just something special to fuck and suck a movie star, especially a married older lady. I don’t know if they wanted me because of my dark complexion, my six-pack abs or because I was the quiet guy.

I never talked much about myself except to say I was Hawaiian. I did like Norman said and answered as few questions as possible. He was my agent and he answered the questions.

I learned quickly what the women wanted. It was a stiff hard cock and to rub my body. I learned to eat pussy, fuck like a stallion and not to take any shit from any stars. I always met the married movie stars in clandestine circumstances. We’d fuck and suck and I would disappear, which was fine with me, and mostly with them too.

These married woman just wanted someone young and new and I gave them that. They had no intention of messing up their marriages and weren’t interested in affairs, just the one night stands. I always got a kick out of reading in the tabloids what great marriages my sex partners had.

Hollywood is just a different animal. It’s really a fantasy world. The people don’t seem real. You never knew if someone was being truthful or acting.

A couple of reasons I had sex with the married stars was because Norman had told me that they always had a lot more to lose than I did. That’s why the sex was safer. Also, there was no love involved, I could just get my rocks off and that was good enough for me.

I worked out at least three days a week and usually had a massage afterwards. It always felt great. I put in the long hours and followed Norman’s instructions. I got to go home and visit about every two months.

I really didn’t like my job after a while.

It was just too much of a fantasy and nothing around me seemed real. Everyone was always trying to outdo each other. It was even worse when Norman sent me to New York for a few shoots. These people were even beyond the fantasy land. For some reason they acted like they were untouchable.

It’s like they felt they had so much power that the world was theirs. For spite, I made sure I fucked the wives of the arrogant assholes. Those that wanted to treat me like a second-class person got what the Army would have called promoted to “CFC”–Cuckold First Class.

I was almost glad to get back to Hollywood. The first year really was a lot bağcılar escort bayan of fun and games for me. I made tens of thousands of dollars and had all the pussy a young man could handle.

The second year was pretty good too but it became monotonous. It was basically the same thing over and over. I had my good days but I knew I wanted to do more with my life. I was making a six-digit salary, saving most of it, but going nowhere.

After the third year I talked with my massage therapist. He explained how he got started and how much he liked his job. I decided to start taking classes in being a Masseur. The more I thought about it, the more I was deciding that’s what I wanted to do with my life.

For the next two years I went to school to become a massage therapist. I also did my workouts and did it all around working my different modeling positions. I still left time for my sex life, so I was tired but happy.

On one of my trips home I talked to my grandfather. He was really old school. His parents and their parents before them were all from the Islands. The family owned thousands of acres of prime property before Hawaii became a state and so popular.

Throughout the years most of the beach front property that they owned was sold to large hotels and other big business interests. My grandfather kept one large piece of beach front land. It was about nine acres at the end of the beach. He also owned other property where we all lived.

He had been selling souvenirs in a small building most of his life. Behind his building he rented the land as parking spaces. He took in a handsome sum of money through the years.

“Grandpa, will you sell me some of the acreage behind your business so I can start one of my own?” That was our first conversation the first time I came home after I started massage school.

We talked about my plans and what I wanted to do.

“Roy, this land has been handed down from generation to generation. I can’t sell it to you. I want it to stay in the family forever.”

Every time I came home I told Grandpa more about my idea. I was really serious about starting a business. I was in my last year of my contract with Norman. I had made hundreds of thousands of dollars that Mom had invested for me. I even helped pay for my sisters to go to college.

Norman tried to convince me to sign on for another five years. He said he would even lower his commission rate to fifteen percent. I asked him why he didn’t just sign me for ten years to begin with.

“Roy, most models are only good for about five years. After that they seem to go downhill, but you stayed with the program I suggested. You kept working out and improving yourself. You kept the low profile, which made it easy to sell you as the good-looking wholesome man that women dreamed about. You always kept your sex life quiet and never made the tabloids. The advertisers loved it.

“Other young men would want to show off and tell who they had sex with. They thought it would improve their image, but it always hurt them as well as anyone they associated with.”

“Norman, thank you for all you’ve done for me. I’ll always remember you as the person that helped me out. I’m not a Hollywood or New York type person. I don’t want to be a celebrity. I want to go back home, be among family and start my own business.”

We shook hands and I said my goodbyes. I was headed home, back to Hawaii. I sat down and talked more with my grandfather.

I had told him what I had wanted to do. It was to open my own gym for exercising as well as a Massage Therapy center. I explained to him how I worked out and it felt good to get a massage afterwards. My plan was to get a lot of the local people to use the gym and massage rooms for a decent income.

I mentioned that by being on the beach that I could bring in a lot of vacationers. We could massage feet, legs and even handle sunburns, to name a few. I showed Grandpa my degree in Massage Therapy.

He knew I really wanted to do this. The problem was he didn’t want to sell the land that had been in the family, even though I was family. He could have sold it thousands of times throughout the years.

I explained to him that I needed to be on the beach area to attract the travelers. He told me he couldn’t sell the family land but would make me a deal. He knew I had a few hundred thousand dollars saved and was willing to risk it.

There was also the problem of his souvenir business, which he had no intention of giving up. It has always been his livelihood and even though he was getting old it was his way of enjoying his time. He only sold souvenirs that were made on the Island, as he would call it. A lot of the trinkets and clothing were made by other family members. It was the livelihood of a lot of the extended family members.

“What is your idea, Grandpa?” I asked.

He really liked me and I knew he wanted to help me out.

“Show me your plans for your building escort bayan zeytinburnu and tell me exactly what you want to do. I know you have had people, engineers and architects coming out here. Show me what plans you have.”

“Grandpa, I asked you if it was all right to have the people come to measure and make plans up for ideas. I would never go behind your back. I respect you too much to do that.”

“I know Roy. I’m interested in your ideas for the business you want.”

“So, if you like my ideas you might sell me the property here?”

“No sell property, I told you that. If I like idea I might lease you property.”

I didn’t quite understand but I showed him my plans. The building would have a large workout area in the center of the building. It would have all types of exercise equipment. To the far left of the building would be a number of private massage rooms. They would be for women only.

To the far right would be the massage rooms for men only. Each room would have a shower and there would be other showers and two hot tubs for relaxation for those wanting one after their workout. The showers and hot tubs would be behind the workout area.

Right now Grandpa’s business was a long building front, more of a hut style where he sold his souvenirs. I was going to move his business into the new building.

“Grandpa, I thought we could move your business into the new building. We would have a whole area set up for you. It would be a larger area than you have now. It would be in the front of the exercise rooms and we would have an all-window front so people could see inside.”

“What am I to do while they build this building?”

“I thought you could keep your building the way it is now until our new building is complete. It will be behind yours. After that we would take down your building, and move you into the new building.

“You would still have plenty of acreage to the side and back of the building for your parking.” He made a lot of money from people who wanted to park close to the beach or many that worked the other businesses on the beach front.

“You have good plans, Roy. How much this building going to cost?”

“Five hundred thousand dollars down payment plus the land. After that I will make payments. I have most of it and the bank said my credit is good and I can get a loan for the rest.” My grandfather smiled at me.

“You’re a good boy Roy. I’ll explain my idea to you. I will keep property in family. You build your building but I don’t want you to borrow money. If you need more I’ll get it for you. I’ll lease you the land under the building for long term, say fifty years.”

“I’ll need money to lease the land, Grandpa. How much will you be charging me?” I asked.

“One hundred a year,” he replied.

“A hundred thousand a year? I’m not sure I can pay that much Grandpa.” I could see my idea going up in smoke.

Grandpa laughed. “You’re my favorite grandson. I charge you a hundred dollars a year, not hundred thousand.” I cried.

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The construction started and the building was done in no time. It was a little sad when they took down Grandpa’s old hut building, but it looked great seeing him in an all-new glass enclosure.

During the period of the building was being built I had a lot of work to do to get started. I bought the exercise equipment, spas and everything else we needed. I had to find some good masseuses. I hope to have employees that already had certificates. I needed both men and women.

I advertised and received a lot of responses. I interviewed over fifty different people. Thirty had already been certified to do massages. I hired eight to start out. Others I put on a will-call or part-time list. I knew that in this kind of business I’d be going through a lot of employees.

After a while some would leave hoping to make it on their own, while others would get engaged or married and their respective partners wouldn’t want them rubbing other people’s bodies.

I asked my two sisters if they wanted to work at the gym/massage clinic. Zoë had become a nurse and I thought it would be good to have someone from the medical field on site. Kloey, my youngest sister, had recently gotten a degree in accounting. I was hoping that she would handle all the paper work and finances.

They told me there was no way they wanted to give massages. I laughed and told them I didn’t want them giving massages either but I wanted people I knew I could trust to help run the business. Besides they were both beautiful Hawaiian women and that couldn’t hurt business.

Zoë said she would do it part time so she could keep her other job at a doctor’s office. She did say if it worked out, that she would eventually come on board full time. She was married and did have a little girl. She could always bring my niece with her. After all we had family working here.

Grandma would often come and sit with Grandpa. We even set up tables outside where customers could sit and have a beverage.

I’m getting a little ahead of myself here. My brother was similar in build to me. He worked out often and I asked him to run the gym. He asked about doing massages but I told him he needed to get certified and then we’d talk. Till then I needed someone to keep an eye on the gym and equipment.

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Lois and I became lovers about a year ago. We were both married to others and as a foursome we got together socially from time to time. Lois was a playful and effective flirt: quick to give a compliment, linger a little too long over a hug or to say something just a little bit “out there”. She called me “her surrogate”, a title I very much enjoyed and was always dying to make good on. I found her sparkling green eyes, ready smile and still-attractive body to be an irresistible combination.

Whenever we connected, like a phone call when neither of our spouses was around, we teased each other like teenagers. Her overt sexuality and playfulness captivated me and I responded in kind with excitement. Over one conversation she confessed that she “wasn’t doing too well in the bedroom department”, a remark that got my attention in a big way. I suggested that her surrogate was ready to step up if she needed me to. “We’ll have to see about that”, was her reply.

Two days after the phone call, he was at my door. Both of us were having a rare evening with neither spouses or kids on board. She was carrying a gift, a bag of fruit from her family’s farm, but what caught my attention was her appearance. A new hair design and colour framed that lovely face, and instead of her usual medical scrub attire (she works in a dental office), she was clad in heels, a pair of very flattering jeans and a fleece pullover. To me, she looked stunning.

As we exchanged our usual warm hug, I felt her warmth and wondered if she was pressing into me even closer than usual. When we released and I looked deeply into those eyes, I decided to throw caution to the winds. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. She responded with what could only be described as ardour equalling my own, opening her escort şişli mouth to me and sliding her tongue over and around mine. With a soft moan from deep in her throat, we fell into each other’s arms.

A hurried conversation ensued. When would my wife be home? When would her husband notice her gone? We found, to our delight, that we had a couple of hours to be together. With a sly grin, she confessed that she had driven by on a whim, seen my wife’s minivan missing, and stopped by on the chance of finding me alone. “How about that surrogate treatment you promised?”, she breathed into my ear.

I led her into the living room, seated her on the couch and again took her into my arms. Her hands were all over me, and mine explored her body, lingering over the soft fullness of her breasts and the swell of her hips. Pulling her sweater over her head, I was treated to the sight of her naked breasts, nipples erect and chest flushed with excitement. I eagerly took her breasts into my hands and kissed them, savouring the softness and the warm, feminine smell of her perfume.

Her hands struggled at my pants, removing my belt and unzipping me. Her hand took my swelling hardness into her hands and stroked me; it was pure bliss. Urging me to stand, she slid my trousers to my ankles, fully exposing me to her caresses. Her soft, warm mouth enveloped me, taking most of me inside while her hand cupped my testicles. A few strokes of that treatment and I was close to exploding. I gently pulled her away.

Pressing her back onto the couch, I remover her jeans and a pair of damp silk panties. Her odour filled my nostrils and I parted her thighs, kneeling between then to savour her taste. My tongue flicked across her swollen lips escort bayan istanbul then slid inside, tasting her juices and sliding the length of her moistness. Her soft moans told me I was hitting all of the right spots. In a minute or so, she shuddered with pleasure, her thighs twitching and her breathing short and shallow. I gently slid a finger into her, and continued to please her with my mouth until she came again.

I love to give oral sex to a woman, and Lois’ cries indicated that she enjoyed the taking as well. Every now and then, I would brush my tongue across the pink pucker of her ass also, each time rewarded by a sharp intake of breath and a whimper of delight. When this opening was wet as well, my now well-lubricated finger slid into her there, eliciting yet another shudder of orgasm.

“Now”, she commanded, and rolled face down onto the couch, exposing to me her beautiful backside, and her glistening nether regions. Without a moment’s hesitation, I pressed softly into her, surprised by the heat and tightness of that embrace. Slowly I penetrated the full depth of her, withdrawing all but the head before relentlessly pushing in again. Waves of pressure transmitted themselves form the squeezing of her walls directly to my brain. All thoughts of gentleness disappeared, and I began to quicken the pace, our bodies slapping together as our animal natures took over. Spreading the globes of her butt, I again sent a finger rubbing around her anus before slipping it inside. I was gratified by her biggest orgasm so far, leaving her shaking and weak.

How I managed to hold back, I cannot say, but when she regained her speech I still had not released. I once again was slowly pumping into her, massaging her back and buttocks as escort taksim I did so. She looked at me over her shoulder, beautifully shining with sweat and sated lust. “Would you like to finish up in my ass?”, she boldly asked, “I want you to have everything you need from me.”

Would I ever. I had never before known the pleasure of a woman’s ass, though it had always been my most cherished fantasy. I rolled her again onto her back. She pulled her legs well up, exposing to me the portal of my desire. As Lois smiled and looked directly into my eyes, I positioned my rigidity at the cherished opening and pressed the head against her. She held her smile as I slid into the warmest and tightest place I have ever been. She gripped me in a way that sent lightning bolts flashing in my brain.

The pace was excruciatingly slow at first. Not wanting to hurt her, I took my time and savoured every inch of her. When I reached my full length, her hands took my hips and held me fully inside her. “I’m ready”, she said, and I began to gently stroke into her. This beautiful woman was fulfilling my darkest fantasy and obviously enjoying doing so. Her eyes danced with fire as she urged me on.

My release, when it came, was shattering. I went rigid all over as the whole of my being focussed on the sight, smell and feel of the heat and tightness around me. My hardness pulsed and pressed even further into her, leaving my cum deeply inside of her. I collapsed onto her, completely satisfied and spent. The rest of the evening was a blur, but somehow we managed the presence of mind to clean up, dress and return to our respective spouses without arousing suspicion.

Since that night Lois and I have continued our torrid affair. We cannot meet often, for our schedules are too busy to permit that. But we manage when we can, and when we dare together we find that same passion every time. No fantasy is unfulfilled and no desire is left unsated. Although we cannot be together always, both of us are grateful beyond measure for the joy we find in each other.

This story is for you, Lois. I love you.

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Vadim Startsev’s room was just like mine, one of the unpretentious yet luxurious offerings in the hotel’s South Tower. As soon as he opened the door with his card key, I felt a cozy wave of heat envelop me. “Welcome home, Remy,” he quipped with a gentle smile. “Make yourself comfortable.” I did, sitting down quickly on an unoccupied—and thus still-made—double bed.

“Thank you for inviting me up here,” I said.

He stood hesitantly in front of me and paused. “I’m…trying to figure out what to do with you.”

This made me guffaw so hard that I let out an unceremonious snort! “Uh, I can think of a few suggestions,” I finally said when my brain finally regained control of my laughing reflex. Ugh! I thought. You must think I’m a total idiot. Chess players aren’t supposed to act like THIS at all! Before I could mope any more, however, I caught an odd scent in the air: “What’s that smell?”

Vadim gave a slight start. “I’d hoped—I hadn’t wanted—bah!” Trailing off, he turned toward his own bed and began to fumble inside of a gargantuan black duffel bag on top of it. “I sweat a lot at these tournaments, unfortunately,” he admitted at last. “I’m soaked straight through.”

“You mean your armpits?” I asked and sniffed the air again. “Oh. I won’t look if you take your shirt off and put on more deodorant. I might want to do the same before the next round.”

“No. Not there.” I saw what he now had in his hands: a new pair of black nylon boxer shorts!

“Uh…” Stupid, stupid me! Why couldn’t I stop saying that? “In that case I definitely won’t look.”

“Even if you want to?”

I flopped back on the bed, letting myself stare up at the ceiling. “Blah. Touche.”

Vadim stepped toward me. “Remy?” he said teasingly. “For your forfeit, the task you must perform is to watch me in the bathroom as I wash up. I like it when women admire my body.”

“Any women?”

“Of course, but especially cute beginner-to-intermediate players who try the Scheveningen on me.” He offered me his hand. I took it, and he pulled me back up to a sitting position. “Come.”

I did. The bathroom was like all other hotel-room bathrooms: sterile, white and unappealing. However, the vast selection of plush towels and washcloths did hold several possibilities…

“Hang on a minute,” Vadim said. “I need to get some more supplies—namely, the body wash.”

The area between my legs began to swell and ache just a little, in an exquisite way. While no one was looking, I gave it a rub through my pants. Hopefully, Vadim wouldn’t notice just how much escort bağcılar I yearned for him—and how wet I’d inevitably get while he was getting all wet and soapy. That was my distinct advantage: no guy can ever really tell if a girl is horny or not!

Guys acquire an embarrassing bulge in their pants if they think nasty thoughts and aren’t careful. We women can imagine all the deliciously dirty things we want and won’t have any errant parts of our bodies betray us! Of course, we have to keep eyes and feelings in check…

Vadim returned, wearing only his tight and sweaty boxer shorts. “Remy? Are you all right?”

Only now did I realize I was staring open-mouthed. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s just—you’re hot!”

The look in his cunning dark eyes said Thank you, but also I know, darling. (Men…ha!) He crooked his right index finger, beckoning me to follow him as he carried a rather large bottle of body wash into the bathroom and laid it on the white porcelain sink. I did and sat down on the toilet. I wasn’t going to the bathroom—didn’t need to. I gently perched myself on top of the lid.

The scent of him was now almost overpowering me. Not that I was complaining, aside from the fact that it was a combination of copious amounts of sweat and male musk. What he needed was a thorough lathering with plenty of soapsuds, not just a quick “freshening up”! I suspect Vadim himself knew it, as I was trying hard not to wrinkle my nose (and failing.)

“I’m so sorry!” I said miserably. “It’s just—”

“Yes?” He turned on the sink faucet so hot water started gushing into it full-blast.

“You need to be scrubbed until you look like you have a Speedo® on, made out of soapsuds!”

Vadim said nothing, taking two clean washcloths from the rack nearest the sink on the wall. I could tell he was looking askance at me, even though he was trying to pretend he wasn’t. I was trying not to stare into his eyes, those black pools that were two vortices of fatal bliss…

Luckily, I had something else at which to stare once he had removed his boxer shorts! “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked me. “I don’t want to make you at all uncomfortable.”

I smiled. “Trust me, I’ve seen men’s—bishops—before. Just not one as beautiful as yours.” There! It was out. No shame, no guilt, no screaming voices of my parents in my head. I’d just told a man that his manhood was a work of art, and what on Earth was the matter with that?

Vadim chuckled. “I see.” The sink was full, and so he slowly dipped istanbul eskort one of the washcloths into its steaming depths. “I am also sorry,” he said.

My heart leapt into my throat. “Why?” Was he going to tell me to get out?

“You’ve told me exactly what I need,” he announced, “and I fully agree. However, Remy, the words ‘be scrubbed’ have betrayed you. Thus, for your loser’s forfeit…you shall do so.”

My cheeks flushed desert-hot. So did another part of my body. “Is that an order, monsieur?”

“Oui.” He took the wet washcloth out of the sink and gave it to me, pressing it into my hand with a gentle but commanding squeeze. Since it was dripping so much and getting me wet as well as him, I decided to begin. I pressed the washcloth to the area right below Vadim’s navel.

“Mmm. That’s it. Spread it out. Good.”

I unfurled the dripping white terry rag, and instantly felt Vadim stretch beneath me. Wow, I thought. A man gets an instant hard-on from my touching him, or at least a semi. That has NEVER happened to me before, and with my rotten luck, it never will! I’ll make this count…

The washcloth was so saturated with hot water that Vadim began to drip. I quickly took the hand towel that he offered me so that the tiny rivulets wouldn’t trickle too far down his legs. Slowly, I kneaded his firm, warm skin, desperate to have sweat and oil washed away. Vadim was, I found, unlike any man I’d ever felt before. Their—bishops, if you will—were hesitant, quivering, and unsure of themselves. Not Vadim’s. He stood stalwart and still with desire.

Between low and ragged breaths, he asked me, “So…why’d you try it?”

“Try what?”

“The Scheveningen. Players at your level usually don’t know it—no offense.” He moaned…

“I wanted to play my best defense. Something that would impress you, or at least try to.” It was amazing how honest I was becoming as I wet him down. What is it about hot water and slippery skin that were even more effective than a polygraph when it comes to getting the truth out of me? “I was trying not to play something too simple. That stuff’s boring, anyway.”

He gazed at me strangely. “Remy?”

“Yeah?” Vadim wouldn’t take his eyes off me.

“The next time you’re on Black, play 1. …e5.”

I scoffed playfully. “Phfft! Yawn! That’s exactly what I’m talking about when I say ‘too simple’. I mean, any time any of my opponents say something like that, what they really mean is ‘you’re mentally deficient, and can’t play’. That’s what they sounded escort güngören like, and so that’s probably what they meant.” I sighed. “Mmm. I’d rather concentrate on your other chess piece right now.”

My present opponent suddenly shivered with pleasure. “Please do…” He panted heavily.

I caressed him with long, slow strokes, enjoying the way fragments of terry cloth seemed to slide into all of the creases on his skin and cleanse deeply. When the rag got dry, I handed it back to Vadim and he re-soaked it. From the base of his shaft right on up to the head, I made him glisten with drops of crystal, trickling down to what waited beneath. Then…”Uh-oh—!”

“What?”

“You’re…intact.” Indeed he was, and that was a quandary. “I don’t know how to wash you.”

“Ne pas peur.” He winked at me, and the space between my legs twitched in anticipation! I clenched up my muscles down there, like I was going to start peeing, except I wasn’t. I held myself tightly that way as Vadim dipped his hands into the water and retracted his foreskin. Exposed, he seemed even more beautiful. Vulnerable. Powerful. Human. It was so odd:

Here was Vadim Startsev, chess rating 1885, being tended by me—rating as yet unknown. Was it apropos? Most likely. I thought so. However, why wasn’t a better girl doing this? A far prettier one, and one who was more skilled at chess? Did Vadim know he could have any girl he wanted, and he was choosing me? Why? This was absolutely not happening. He was out of my league, and I suspect that both of us knew it. However, I pinched myself. Still awake!

“Remy!” Vadim nudged himself forward with a wet thrust. “Don’t stall, and lose a tempo…”

I knew precisely what he meant. However, before I could continue bathing him, he clutched the rag, plunged it into the water again, and then grabbed the bottle of body wash. Suddenly overcome with a wicked idea, I closed my eyes and pretended I didn’t know what Vadim was doing. In three seconds, I would get off of the toilet, bolt out of the room, and return to mine! Sitting up tall, I whispered, “Un.” Vadim didn’t seem like he was paying any attention at all. He was far too busy lathering the washcloth with an intense near-ferocity to notice little old me…

“Deux.” That was me again, still saying these French numbers in a near-hush. I started to stand up, holding onto the accessibility grab bars for balance. One more, and I was free!

All of a sudden, Vadim grabbed my right hand and pressed it into his, and then held both the soapy cloth and my hand against him. “Trois!” he said. “You’re staying there until I’m clean.”

“No, I’m not!” I laughed and shook my head, trying to pull my hand away and tease him more.

He hushed me with his passion and full-bore, piercing eyes. “Mauvaise perdante! Play fair.”

All I could say at this moment, despite myself, was “Yes, sir…”

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After years of talking about it, I’d finally managed to get Debbie and Mary to coordinate their schedules and book a visit with me so that we could undertake the “Colorado Beer Tour.” Because of other commitments, Debbie would be arriving later on Sunday while Mary was arriving early on Saturday. I’d grabbed some tickets for the Rockies for Sunday afternoon with the plan to head right from the game to the airport to pick up Debbie, but Saturday was for just hanging out at the house and taking it easy after Mary’s flight in from Boston.

I was on my way to the airport on Saturday as Mary called me with status updates once she’d landed and it sounded like we’d be hitting the passenger pick-up area at pretty close to the same time. As I pulled into the covered area, I spotted her pretty quickly and pulled over. I popped the trunk and jumped out of the car then gave her a big hug. We didn’t have the luxury of being able to stop there for very long with Denver being a very busy airport, so I let her go and threw her bag in the trunk as she settled into the passenger seat. As we rolled back out into daylight, she had turned to face me.

“I’m so psyched that this is finally happening,” she said, “and I can’t begin to thank you for letting us stay in your guest room and offering to drive to help cut our expenses.”

“I want you to save your money for the important stuff,” I replied, “like beer.”

“Still,” she continued, “I would be remiss if I didn’t take this opportunity to express my thanks the best way I know how without spending any money.”

Her hand dropped into my lap and my cock immediately began to grow as she started to massage it. She reached over with her other hand to open my shorts and I raised my ass so that she could work them and my underwear down enough for my cock to spring out. She took it in her hand and pumped it before leaning over and wrapping her lips around it, sliding them down. I moaned as she inhaled my cock and started to move her mouth up and down it while pumping the base. I was careful to maintain my speed along Peña Boulevard as I tried to fathom the fact that Mary was actually sucking my cock. Once I was able to relax and appreciate it more, I reached down with my right hand to cup her tit, gently tugging on her hard nipple.

She was sucking my cock slowly and skillfully so I quickly felt an orgasm beginning to build due to her oral talent. In a different situation, I’d have wanted to just lean back and watch her sucking my cock while enjoying the pleasure she was providing, but I didn’t want to drive off of the road. I was able to glance down occasionally to get a quick visual and that was incredibly arousing but her cocksucking ability would have been enough to get me all the way there pretty quickly. I was savoring every bit of pleasure while still remaining focused on the road as we approached I-70. I could feel myself tensing up as my orgasm approached and tried to relax so that I wasn’t stomping down on the accelerator, but it wasn’t easy with her mouth working on me. We were hitting the exit for I-225 when I let out a loud moan and started to spurt into her mouth.

As I rounded the curve on the flyover, she was swallowing my load and nursing out all of the cum I had to give her. She raised her head as I was easing us into traffic and looked around as she wiped her mouth. She hadn’t missed much by having her head in my lap, other than some fields and some hotels, but I reassured her there would be plenty to see during her visit even if there wasn’t right at that moment. Traffic was stop-and-go, so I was able to get my shorts and underwear back up while continuing to thank her and tell her how awesome her blowjob had been. I escort mecidiyeköy filled her in on the plan for the rest of the day and, though she was aware that I’d picked up tickets for the Rockies, I still gave her the details for the following day, leading up to another trip out to the airport to pick up Debbie.

“Will you tell her that the fare for a ride from the airport is a blowjob,” I joked, “or should I?”

“I dare you,” she said, but we both knew there was no way Debbie would blow me with Mary sitting right there. I also knew that I couldn’t be that fortunate to receive two unexpected blowjobs.

It was a beautiful Colorado Saturday so, when we got back to my house, my wife had margaritas already waiting. We got Mary set up in the guest room down in the basement, then sat outside enjoying our cocktails. The rest of the day was spent sipping margaritas, catching up and, eventually, cranking up the grill and making way too much food. The game on Sunday wasn’t until 1 pm, so we were up kind of late on Saturday night, but not too late. Once Mary had headed downstairs to get ready for bed, my wife and I had done the same but, before I brushed my teeth, I went to check on Mary to make sure she had everything she needed. I announced myself on the way down so I wouldn’t surprise her.

“So, do you have everything you need?” I asked, “Is there anything I can get you before I go to bed?”

“No,” she replied, “I think I’m in good shape.”

“I’ll say,” I commented as I gave her the once over in her nightshirt, “You sure you don’t need an orgasm to help you sleep?”

“Wouldn’t that be a bit risky?” she asked, looking intrigued.

“Sure,” I replied, “but she looked half-asleep when I came down here, so I’m not too worried about it. Plus, we’d hear her walking around above us if she got up.”

I dropped to my knees and raised her nightshirt up to reveal that she wasn’t wearing panties under it. Her brown bush was well groomed and looked inviting, so I kissed her hips and abdomen then had her sit on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs for me and I ran my tongue up her slit, tasting the juices that were already flowing. She gasped softly as I lapped at her pussy while running her fingers through my hair. Once I’d given it a good licking and slipped a couple of fingers into her, she flopped backwards on the bed and started to rock her hips toward my face. I was licking and sucking her clit while fingering her and, glancing up, I saw that she was massaging her tits. She pulled her nightshirt up to expose them, giving me my first look at them, then started to gently tug on her hard nipples.

The longer I ate her, the wetter and more engorged her pussy was becoming. Given the time and a more convenient location, I would have eaten her through as many orgasms as she could tolerate, but I thought it best to get her to one long, intense one both to return the favor and to indulge myself just a bit. I could hear the rate of her breathing picking up but she was doing a good job of suppressing any moaning as her hips rocked faster and faster. When she started to tense up, I could tell she was getting close but I didn’t try to draw her pleasure out any longer and just tried to get her the rest of the way there. I was pleased when I heard her gasp and she started to shake. I continued lapping at her clit as my fingers were flooded with additional juices.

Once she’d gone still and had let out a long sigh, I raised my head and slipped my fingers from her pussy into my mouth. I stood up and realized that I couldn’t go upstairs quite yet because my lounge pants were tented out in front of me. Looking down at Mary with her nightshirt up above her tits, exposing her entire body to me, wasn’t going to help it go down, but I couldn’t stop looking. When she realized my dilemma, she reached for my cock and massaged it before yanking the waistband of my lounge pants down enough to release it.

“Only a couple of things are going to get that to go down before you head upstairs,” she said, “and I think a cold shower is out of the question.”

She pulled her nightshirt completely off, which wasn’t going to help either, but then turned over so that she was standing, facing away from me, with her head down on the bed. I reached out to caress her ass before bayan escort istanbul grasping my cock and guiding it to her pussy. I slipped easily into her and took her by the hips once my hips were touching her ass. Again, I knew this was risky and, regardless of how much I wanted to savor the opportunity to fuck Mary, I had to make it quick. I started to fuck her pretty hard, pulling her ass back against my incoming hips as I pushed into her. Her pussy was so hot and slippery that I wasn’t expecting it to take very long before I was spent and softening. I was able to focus on how good it felt as opposed to, say, thinking about baseball, which was absolutely awesome. Despite the earlier blowjob, it wasn’t taking much time at all for her hot, wet pussy to have my orgasm quickly building.

I could tell that she was reaching back between her legs to stimulate her clit and, as she started pushing back against my incoming thrusts, I thought we might be able to cum simultaneously. I debated reaching forward to caress her nipples to see if that would help her along, but figured I’d just stick with the long, hard strokes. I heard her gasp again and felt her body trembling so we missed our chance at simultaneous orgasms, but it turned out to be something that she didn’t want, anyway. As she finished cumming and I was right on the verge, she stopped me just before it was too late.

“Don’t cum inside me,” she said, softly, “I don’t want to have to explain any stains on your sheets.”

I pulled out of her almost immediately and she realized how close I was before I pumped a load all over her ass, turning around to take me in her mouth again. She had barely slid her mouth up and down once when I started spurting into it, feeling the intense pleasure washing over me. She swallowed my load for the second time since she’d arrived in Colorado then let my softening cock fall from her mouth.

“Hopefully that will keep you out of trouble,” she said, “and keep me from getting thrown out of your house.”

She stood up and pulled her nightshirt back on while I tucked my spent member back into my lounge pants. I kissed her and copped a quick feel of her tits before turning to head back upstairs.

“Sleep well,” I said as I headed for the stairs, “See you for coffee in the morning.”

Sunday was another beautiful day from the get-go. We sat outside drinking coffee and reading the Sunday Post then had a late breakfast to fuel up for the game. Mary and I headed off to catch the game and had a chance to talk about the night before.

“I feel kind of guilty doing that right below where you wife was probably sleeping,” she said, “but, at the same point, I don’t think I could have come out here and not fucked you.”

“Once Debbie is here,” I replied, “we probably won’t have another opportunity, anyway. So, hopefully it’s done and out of our system.”

I knew this was the right thing to say but it wasn’t how I felt. I also felt bad about cheating on my wife, but I had wanted to see Mary naked, feel her up and fuck her for a long time and I didn’t regret finally taking advantage of the opportunity to do it. I figured it was a one-time thing and, though I’d relish it, I didn’t expect to make a habit of it.

Our seats were great, the weather was superb and the Rockies managed a win so, even though the game ended earlier than we expected, we were quite pleased with our afternoon. Since we had time before we needed to head to the airport to pick up Debbie, when we headed back to where we’d parked, I suggested we go on up to my office so I could show off the view from the 25th floor. We walked around the office checking out the view from all sides of the floor and it didn’t escape me that there was no one working. Mary appreciated the scenery but I could tell that wasn’t all her mind was on when we got back to my desk and she threw her arms around me. I kissed her back but I wasn’t going to feel comfortable out in the open like that, so led her to a nearby conference room. It was a small one that could only comfortably fit about four people, but the glass beside the door was frosted and I knew the table could be moved in front of the door, not that I expected anyone to come try the door.

“Good thinking,” she said as I closed the door behind us and moved the table. We were quickly back escort beşiktaş in each other’s arms, making out again. My hands went down to her ass, squeezing it as I pulled her against the growing bulge in my shorts. We still didn’t have the luxury of time or privacy, so we were both starting to undress each other pretty quickly. I had her capris open and was working them over her ass while she opened my shorts and let them drop to my ankles. I pushed her panties down with her capris and she was massaging my tented briefs as she stepped out of them. She quickly had my briefs down and my cock in her hand while I made sure there was a chair behind me before sitting down. I watched her trim, brown bush as she straddled me and guided my throbbing tool toward it.

We both moaned softly as she sat on my cock, engulfing it in her hot, wet pussy. My hands were on her waist, but as she started to ride me, I slipped them up under her blouse and fondled her tits through her bra. Her nipples were hard and poking at the thin material so, after toying with them briefly, I reached behind her and unfastened her bra. With my hands on her bare tits for the first time, I savored the feeling of the soft, smooth flesh as well as her hard nipples while she continued to ride my throbbing cock. We started making out again as I fondled her tits and relished the feel of her hot, wet pussy sliding up and down my cock. She started out with her hands on my shoulders, but quickly had one down on between us so that she could caress her clit. My hands were moving from her tits down to squeeze her ass and back up again as I felt her pussy getting hotter and wetter the longer she rode me. I ended up lifting her shirt up over her head and, as I tossed it aside, she shed her bra. I admired her bouncing tits as she rode me before we went back to making out again.

I didn’t want us to finish quickly but I knew, even though the office had been empty, that we were taking a risk and that we had to head off to the airport soon. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build just because her pussy felt so fucking fantastic and I only suspected that she was close to cumming herself because of how hard she was riding me. It didn’t surprise me when she let out a gasp and started to shake while still fucking me hard. I wasn’t quite there yet myself, even by the time she’d finished and her pussy had been flooded with additional lubrication, so I picked her up and lay her back on the table. I hooked her legs over my arms and started fucking her hard again, with long, full strokes, while looking down at her brown bush and bouncing tits. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder but, as I looked over her naked body and felt her hot wetness of her pussy wrapped around my cock, I could feel it swelling even more.

My long, full strokes were getting faster and harder as I felt my orgasm building up and I had to pause briefly when the table started to make the door rattle. After a quick adjustment, I was back to fucking her hard again, my orgasm continuing to build due to the incredible pleasure her pussy was providing. I was thinking about pulling out and cumming on her stomach when she directed me otherwise.

“Cum inside me,” she moaned softly, “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

Since I’d had a vasectomy many years before, I wasn’t worried about cumming inside her and only would have pulled out so that she wasn’t dripping for the rest of the afternoon. With the go-ahead, though, I was going to savor having my cock inside her for as long as I possibly could. The pleasure was so intense, though, that it was only a few more minutes before I was spewing into her. She let out a gasp though I didn’t think that she was actually cumming again. I continued to fuck her even after I was no longer spurting until I was just too flaccid.

When I pulled out, before I sat down, I grabbed the box of Kleenex from the nearby cabinet and used a couple to wipe myself down before handing the box to Mary. She hopped down off of the table and cleaned herself up a bit before we gathered up our clothes and pulled ourselves back together. We made out a little bit more then straightened up the furniture and, after checking that the coast was clear, slipped out, each of us making a stop at the rest rooms.

We left for the airport and had enough time to talk about the past twenty-four hours, which we agreed had been an incredible experience to share between us, but that it wasn’t likely to happen again, especially on that visit, and that we should just keep it between us. Once we had Debbie with us, though, we were too busy having fun and drinking outstanding beer to lament the lack of another opportunity to pleasure each other.

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Author’s Note: This story contains themes of infidelity (kinda), reluctance, lesbian sex, and voyeurism. Reader discretion is advised.

All characters are above the age of 18. Do forgive any spelling/grammar errors I might have missed.

Enjoy.

***

If I had to make a list of all the things I might expect to see in the JFK airport waiting area, an Instagram model doing a full-blown yoga routine wouldn’t even make it in to my top twenty, and, judging from the stares she was receiving, I wasn’t alone.

The Instagram model in question was my girlfriend, Kat, and she appeared to be too focused on her ‘downward-facing dog’ to notice the effect her prominently displayed ass was having on the rest of the airport, but even if she had noticed, I doubt she would have cared. After all, she had over two hundred thousand followers that did nothing but salivate over her appearance daily; having people lust after her body was normal, and she wasn’t shy about showing off all the hard work she put into it.

She was a blonde with shoulder length hair and a slim physique, but the yoga pants and skintight tank-top she was wearing did an excellent job of highlighting her every curve as she did her routine. I couldn’t really blame people for staring; her modest but respectable breasts, her donkey-kicked-to-perfection butt, and her well-toned ‘everything else’ provided a nice distraction from the boredom as they waited for the plane to start boarding. I was about to join them when Kat suddenly spoke to me.

“Babe, could you go get me a protein bar from that place we passed earlier?”, she said as she restarted her routine.

I winced. We’d been walking around a lot today, doing some last minute prep for the flight, and I hadn’t exactly chosen the best footwear. My feet were killing me, and I feared my toes would start a mutiny if I took any unnecessary steps, so I tried to weasel my way out of her request.

“Come on, don’t make me move,” I said in a fake whine that wasn’t really fake, “I just got comfortable. Besides, you’re already standing; why do you want me to do it?”

“Because I know your feet hurt and I want to torture you,” she said with an impish grin on her face.

“Bitch.”

She let out a laugh. “Come on, just do it. It’s, like, a thirteen hour flight to Dubai, right? The movement will be good for you.” She changed poses and added, “As a matter of fact, you should probably get over here and join me.”

Fattest chance in hell of that happening, I thought to myself, and although I appreciated her concern for my health, I still wanted nothing more than to sit on my ass while I stared at hers. However, Kat was a stubborn girl and she wasn’t likely to change her mind about the protein bar now that she’d brought it up. Fortunately for me though, I knew her weakness.

I pulled my suitcase in front of me, propped my elbow up on it with my hand sticking straight up in the air, and said the magic words: “Arm wrestle ya for it.”

I’d been dating Kat for nearly three years, ever since freshman year of college, and if there was one thing that I’d learned about her in all that time, it was that she’s competitive to a fault. She never runs from a challenge, and her pride prevents her from going back on her word if she loses. It’s something that I’d always respected about her, even if I sometimes used it to my advantage.

Kat eyed my arm dubiously from her ‘front bend’ pose. “Make it a thumb war and you’re on.”

Shit, I thought. I should have known better. Sure, Kat works out, but she focuses on toning and flexibility, not strength. She’s well aware of the difference in strength between us and wouldn’t fall for such an obvious trap.

“Fine, thumb war it is,” I said in resignation.

“And give me a handicap,” she said as she came over to me, “you have to pin me for five seconds for a win, and I have to pin you for three.”

“Fine, fine,” I said, not feeling so clever anymore.

We each took hold of one another’s hand in the thumb war position.

“Best two out of three,” she said, “loser gets the protein bar. Ready?”

“Ready,” I replied as I prepared to fight for the honor of my aching feet.

Together we recited the ritual like a couple of full grown children:

“One, two, three, four. I declare thumb war.”

“Five, six, seven, eight. Better keep your thumb straight.”

As soon as we finished the chant, Kat tried to get an easy win by quickly pulling my hand towards her to disorient me and then attempted to pin my thumb down.

“Cheater!” I hissed as I pulled our hands back to the starting position while skillfully dodging her attacking thumb.

“All’s fair in love and war!” she shot back with a big grin on her face. After a few more seconds of twisting and pulling from Kat, I managed to fake her out and pin her.

“One, two, three, four, five. That’s one win for me!” I said, glad to have won in spite of her dirty tricks.

“Shit,” she grumbled. “Come on, let’s go again.”

We escort etiler started the second round and Kat went right back to using her under-handed tactics to try and pull out a win. We were both cursing and taunting one another playfully when I heard the sound of laughter coming from somewhere behind me and turned my head reflexively to find the source. As soon as I did so, I found myself staring into the strikingly blue eyes of a black woman seated a few rows away from us. She was covering her mouth with her hand as she watched our match as if she were trying to stop herself from laughing again.

The surprising image of a black woman with blue eyes distracted me just long enough for Kat to pin my thumb down and get a three count.

“One! Two! Three! Yes! I beat you!” she cheered, causing the people seated nearby to give her funny looks while the black woman started laughing again.

“Yea, yea, whatever. Come on, final round,” I said, pushing distractions from my mind and, quite literally, focusing on the battle at hand.

We began the third round and, this time, I joined Kat in her dirty play, twisting and pulling her hand as I tried to get a hold of her dancing thumb. However, sinking to her level only resulted in her sinking even lower, blowing air in my face and trying to block my view of our hands with her body; She even tried to bite me at one point.

We were laughing like a couple of idiots the entire time and I heard a few other people in the waiting area laughing as well, including the black woman behind us. I’d almost forgotten the purpose of our little game when Kat, in the middle of another illegal maneuver, accidentally stepped on my toe causing me to wince a little at the sudden sharp pain.

Right, I thought, I need to put an end to this.

I put my free arm around Kat’s waist and pulled her into my lap, holding her firmly in place to stop her shenanigans.

“Cheater,” she hissed.

“All’s fair in love and war,” I shot back, echoing her earlier taunt.

She continued to squirm as I held her, and I was momentarily distracted by the pleasant sensation of her soft butt as it rubbed against my crotch. Not distracted enough, however, to miss her mistake when she overextended herself trying to pin me. I quickly capitalized and pinned her thumb down tightly, causing her to growl in frustration.

“One! Two! Three! Four! Five!” I counted triumphantly. “And that’s the game!”

I raised both hands in the air like a championship boxer celebrating his victory while Kat continued to sit hunched over in my lap, staring at me with a sullen look on her face.

“Yea, whatever,” she pouted. “Congratulations. Be right back.” Then she stood up, intentionally stepping on one of my feet as she did so.

“Ow! Sore loser!” I yelled after her as she left and rubbing my sore foot.

Kat only stuck her tongue out at me in response as she went to get her protein bar. I noticed several people staring at her ass as she left the waiting area but the black woman who’d been laughing at our behavior stood out to me. She gave Kat such a long, hard look that I wondered if she was doing more than just admiring her physique. She noticed me looking at her and inclined her head with a smile, then she busied herself with her phone and I turned back around.

I found myself growing curious about the woman though, so I turned sideways in my seat so that I could look at her without being too obvious about it. Peering at her out of the corner of my eye, I got a good look at the strange woman.

She was very dark skinned with a pixie haircut and exotic features; she was clearly mixed with something, but I couldn’t tell what. She was wearing a one piece pantsuit and—

Holy shit! I thought as I turned my head to get a better look at her, What the hell is she doing wearing that in public?

I hadn’t noticed it before with the quick glances I’d given her, but her pantsuit had a plunging neckline that left the sides of her breasts completely visible to anyone brazen enough to take a look. I was about to turn away to avoid being caught ogling the woman when I noticed, a little too late, that she had stopped looking at her phone and was staring directly at me.

Feeling pinned in place by her unblinking blue gaze, I just stared back, waiting to see how she was going to react to catching me perving on her. I didn’t expect what came next. Without breaking eye contact, the woman brought her free hand up to the collar of her pantsuit and hooked it with a finger. Then, she slowly began to drag her finger downward along the collar, gradually revealing more of her breast in the process.

I felt my heart begin to race at the absurdity of the situation. What the hell is this crazy bitch doing, I thought, my eyes shifting back and forth between her bewitching blue stare and the increasingly more visible swell of her breast. Her lips curled into a lascivious grin as her finger slid further and further istanbul bayan escort down her collar; her bare breast was just centimeters away from being exposed for all to see when Kat returned from her protein run and brought the woman’s exhibitionist display to an abrupt halt.

“Did you miss me?” she asked in a bubbly voice when she reached me.

“Uh, y-yea… sure,” I said distractedly as I shot a quick glance at the woman, but she had gone back to looking at her phone, and her cleavage had returned to being only moderately outrageous.

“Wow, I’m really feeling the love, man,” she said with thick sarcasm.

“Huh?” I said looking back at her, and then panicked when I realized she’d been watching me look at the woman, “Oh, no, Babe, I was just—”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Calm down,” she said as if she were trying to talk a man off of a ledge. “Hell, I was looking at her, too. I mean, when was the last time you saw a black woman with blue eyes? Are those contacts or something?”

“I have no idea,” I said, grateful that I hadn’t pissed her off.

“Well, whatever. I’m gonna stretch some more before we start boarding,” she took her starting position on the yoga mat. “You sure you don’t want to join me?” she asked with a grin.

“Leave me and my feet in peace, woman,” I said, drawing a laugh from her as she began her routine once again.

A few minutes later, I looked over at the black woman again and found that she was staring directly at Kat, watching her do her yoga routine. She noticed me looking at her and our eyes met for a moment, then she went back to looking at Kat; her blue eyes drifting all over her body before she looked at me again and held my gaze as if she were trying to will her thoughts into my mind.

“Yes, I’m checking out your girlfriend,” her eyes seemed to say.

Just then, a stewardess, an Asian looking woman, came over to her and whispered something in her ear. The black woman nodded, rose from her seat, and boarded the plane with the stewardess following in tow.

About ten minutes later, the announcement was made that first class passengers were to begin boarding the plane. Kat and I quickly collected our belongings and began our long journey to Dubai.

******

It was an hour after take off and Kat and I were still amazed by the experience of being on a first class flight. And not just any first class flight, but a ‘Queen Air’ first class flight; the most luxurious airline in the world.

We were on the second floor of a double-deck aircraft lined on each side with booths with sliding doors that could be closed for added privacy. Each booth had a big screen T.V., a couch that doubled as a queen size bed, Wi-Fi, and five-star restaurant quality catering at the push of a button.

If there were any justice in the world, a pair of poor college students like us would have been listening to crying babies in coach where we belonged, but we got lucky when I entered a draw for a five night, all expenses paid trip for two to Dubai. The only thing left for us to do was sit back and enjoy the ride.

Kat was busy drooling over the menu while I channel surfed for the fun of it when we heard a knock at the door.

“Did you order something,” I asked Kat, but she just shook her head and shrugged.

There was a second, more insistent knock at the door, and we both looked at each other with puzzled looks on our faces.

“Come in,” Kat said, and the door slid open.

A stewardess stepped into our booth and I immediately recognized her as the woman who had spoken to the black woman in the waiting area before the flight. She was a petite but attractive woman with a round face and almond-shaped eyes. She bowed as she spoke to us.

“Good afternoon. Sorry for the intrusion, but I have a message for you from one of the other passengers,” the woman produced two small white envelopes that seemed to be filled to bursting and handed one to each of us. “Please, open them.”

Kat looked at me with a cocked eyebrow but I just shrugged in return and began to open the envelope. It couldn’t hurt to take a look insi—

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed as I revealed the contents.

Sitting in the envelope was a stack of crisp one hundred dollar bills. I began to thumb through them when the stewardess interrupted me, divining my intentions.

“Ten thousand dollars,” she said, then extended a hand toward Kat’s still unopened envelope and added, “Each.”

Kat, who had been staring at my envelope in shock, opened hers at the stewardess’ words and gasped as she found another stack of one hundred dollar bills.

“W-w-why?” I stammered at the woman. “W-what is this for? Is this part of the prize we won?”

“No, sir,” she replied patiently. “As I said, this is a message, an invitation actually, from one of the other passengers; ten thousand dollars each for a moment of your time. A generous offer don’t you think?”

Kat and I looked at each other again, escort ortaköy both of us struggling to keep up with this sudden development. When the silence dragged on too long, the stewardess spoke again.

“Should I take thais as a refusal?” she asked kindly.

“Uh, no, well…,” Kat fumbled and then looked to me for my input.

“Why not?” I shrugged. “It couldn’t hurt to at least hear what they have to say, right?” I flipped through the money in the envelope and added, “Plus, there might be more of this.”

Kat looked at her own envelope again as she thought about what I’d said. “Okay, fine,” she said finally, “we’ll go.”

“Very good,” said the stewardess, “please follow me. Oh, and please leave the money here. I have been instructed to personally ensure the safety of your belongings while you meet with Ms. Queen.”

Kat and I shot each other a dubious look, but did as we were told and followed the woman out of the booth and down the long corridor. Shortly after we started walking, Kat looked back at me and whispered over her shoulder.

“A woman named Ms. Queen, handing out envelopes filled with cash on an airline called Queen Air? That can’t be a coincidence. Looks like we’re about to meet a big shot.”

“Yea,” I replied absentmindedly, and I already have an idea just who that big shot might be, I added silently.

We finally came to the end of the long corridor and found ourselves in front of a large mechanical looking door with an intercom to the side of it. The stewardess pushed the button on the intercom and spoke.

“Ms. Queen, I have the passengers you requested”

“Very good, Alina,” came a very British accent in response. “Please show them in. Oh, and do make sure that we’re not disturbed.”

“Yes, Ms. Queen,” the stewardess released the button on the intercom and swiped a key-card in front of it. As the door slowly began to open, she turned to us and bowed, and then promptly made her way back down the long corridor.

“Are you feeling nervous?” Kat said, “Because I’m feeling nervous.”

“Chicken-shit,” I jeered playfully, although I was feeling much the same as she.

Kat punched me in the shoulder as the door finally opened completely and we made our way into the room.

The first thing I noticed as I entered the suite was the large king size bed up against the wall to my left, and the row of full length windows behind it showing the clouds as they passed by. The right side of the suite held the only other pieces of furniture; two loveseats sat facing each other with a low table between them, and on one of those loveseats sat the blue-eyed black woman from the waiting area.

She rose when our eyes met and came over to greet us. “Good afternoon, I’m happy that you decided to take me up on my offer,” she came to halt in front of us and extended her hand to me. “My name is Derica, Derica Queen. And you are?”

“Micheal Lann,” I said as she gave me gentle handshake, making sure to look her right in the eye so that I wouldn’t be tempted to look lower. But the small smirk on her face as she shook my hand gave me the impression that she knew exactly what I was doing.

“Katarina Spencer,” said Kat, shaking Derica’s hand as well.

“Lovely. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, please have a seat, and we can get down to business,” she said as she gestured towards the loveseat opposite to her own.

After we’d all seated ourselves, Kat spoke up, her voice betraying nothing of her previous nervousness, “Excuse me, Ms. Queen. Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“Please, love. No need to be so formal, Derica is just fine,” Derica replied smoothly.

“Okay then, Derica, you said that your last name was Queen. Does that mean you’re related to the CEO of Queen Industries? That Maxwell Queen guy?”

Kat only barely beat me to asking that very same question. Queen Industries was a multi-trillion dollar company; if we were talking to one of their representatives then that would explain why she was so casually throwing money around.

Derica smiled, “No, I’m not related to him; he’s just one of my employees. In fact, Queen isn’t even his real last name.”

“Wait, what?” Kat said, sounding incredulous. “You’re saying the CEO works for you? And what do you mean his last name isn’t Queen?”

Derica chuckled, “Come on, love. Put it all together.” she said patiently.

Kat just frowned, but I immediately knew what Derica was trying to say; “You’re the CEO,” I said, unable to hide the shock in my voice.

Derica smiled broadly, “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

But Kat protested, “Wait, if you’re the CEO then why aren’t you the one all over T.V. giving interviews and stuff?”

“Simple,” Derica said, “I like my privacy, and delegating the more public side of the company to Maxwell affords me that privacy; he gets the fame, I get the fortune. It’s a wonderful arrangement.”

I saw Derica’s eyes drift over Kat’s body for a moment, “Speaking of arrangements, I’m sure you’re both wondering why I wanted to speak with you.”

When Kat and I nodded in unison, Derica adjusted herself in her seat and turned to Kat. “Well Katarina, to put it bluntly, I find you very attractive and I would like to have sex with you,” then turning to me she added, “And I want you to watch, Micheal.”

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