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Crystal

Maria, Teri and Norma were whores but Crystal was a slut. Libby never rushed her favorite customers like me and we would sit around and talk and have a couple drinks. She usually had at least two and often three or four girls in the house at any one time. Libby had told me that she had “someone special” named Crystal for me and to hurry up and get there. The first time I saw Crystal at Libby’s she was sitting across from me on the couch with one of the other girls, a very intriguing looking black lady with great tits and a fine smile.

Libby often “fibbed” about the looks of the girls and as I checked out Crystal I was sure that she had done so this time. Crystal was a thin woman with real short blond hair. Her tits didn’t look real promising and she was dressed in a cheap, short skirt that allowed her stocking tops to show and a blouse with long sleeves. Real white trash!! She crossed and uncrossed her legs nervously several times when she knew I was looking and made sure that I could see her panties. Libby told her to get me a drink.

When she came back with the drink she took the opportunity to sit next to me on the couch. We all drank our vodka, laughed at dumb, dirty jokes and chatted about nothing in particular. Shortly, the doorbell rang and another customer entered and Libby quickly ushered him and the black girl – who I was really interested in – into the bedroom to do their thing. After a few minutes escortkagithane.org Libby excused herself to go make lunch leaving Crystal and me alone in the living room.

She had barely left the room when Crystal started rubbing my thigh and said, “Libby told me what you like and said to be sure to please you.” She quickly moved her hand to my cock and in a flash had my zipper unzipped and started French kissing my ear. I quickly responded by reaching my hand up her skirt and feeling her through her panties. She opened her legs and put one foot up on the couch to allow better access to her cunt. Just as I was about to slip my hand under her panties Libby came back into the room and told us “Save that stuff for the bedroom.” We composed ourselves and waited while the other couple finished. It seemed like forever.

As soon as the bedroom was available and Crystal and I wasted no time. I sat on the bed with her standing before me and reached up her skirt and felt her fanny though her panties. I traced the crack of her ass down to her asshole and spread her cheeks and felt it with my middle finger. She pushed back on my finger and I knew that I was in for my kind of thrills!! I asked her if she would give me a real nice pussy show and she immediately laid down on the bed, spread her legs and proceeded to pull her white panties aside and showed me her dark brown haired cunt.

As she escortortakoy.com masturbated for me she spread her lips open to reveal a cute small hooded clit, a pink, juicy cunt hole and a very clean, puckered asshole. In a flash my tongue was slowly licking her all over starting at her clit and working down to her asshole. Her feminine aroma was fabulous and my hardon grew immediately. All the while she pinched her clit and fingered herself until between my tongue and her masturbating she came with a thunderous orgasm.

I stood up and she started licking my balls and sucking my cock until I had to pull out because I didn’t want to come yet. I lay on the bed and she positioned herself between my legs and once again started her licking and sucking. She licked slowly from the tip of my cock, past my balls and down to my asshole and back up again several times before she started about the best slow sucking blowjob I’ve ever had. Her technique was incredible and as she sucked up and down my cock her tongue never stopped licking me softly. I could see that she was fingering herself as she sucked me and when I suggested that she turn around and let me eat her more she did so without any hesitation. She slowly pulled down her panties that she was still wearing and handed them to me and told me to suck or sniff them if I wanted to.

Before I had a chance to do any of that her cunt was positioned beyogluweb.com over my mouth and I lapped it furiously. She continued to suck and lick me and I ate her cunt hole and asshole in a 69 fashion. The sight of her pink hole and her little clitty combined with her expert cock sucking almost made me come several times but she seemed to anticipate this and slowed down when she sensed my impending orgasm.

She came several times and my face was soaked with female jism. She asked me, “Do you want to fuck or should I suck you off?” I told her that I definitely wanted to fuck and she stopped her sucking for a moment and then started again. Something was different! My cock felt different! One quick look showed me what it was. She had put a rubber on me with her mouth. Wow! What an expert! She smiled when I complimented her and turned over on her back spread her cunt lips with her fingers and I took this opportunity to give her cunt and asshole a few final licks before plunging my engorged cock into her.

We fucked like crazy for a few minutes and then we changed to the doggy position. When we did the sight of her asshole and wide open cunt drove me crazy and I would have come right then if she didn’t ask me to let her get on top. We did, and after only a few strokes I shot a huge load.

I lay back with my eyes closed and just savored the memories of a great fuck when I realized that she was licking down my stomach to my now softening cock. She once again took it in her mouth, bit the tip off of the rubber and sucked out the cum and swallowed it. I wanted to keep her panties, but she said she didn’t have any more with her. She gave me a pair of nicely stained great smelling pink panties the next time we met. I still have them.

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August 2, 2011

I know your schedule is crazy busy and that time is at a premium, but I would love to see you and get caught up in person when your 100 mph speed drops down a notch or two :+)

I think we should have a wonderfully passionate affair that involves fantastic sex, amazing food, and terrific experiences and events that linger on the mind. Can’t wait to see you again.

T

August 3, 2011

I was thinking today how it seems no time has passed at all. I remember every minute with you so clearly that I can’t believe it’s been a few years! I would love to see you again and see if we still have that spark.

J

August 4, 2011

Good morning beautiful! What a very nice way to start the day :+)

Yes, I agree—I think of you often and feel the same way—every minute is a delicious memory to be savored and that spark remains bright in my mind. I think we have it, and I can’t wait to confirm that again in person. Time does seem to have stood still for us and that is a good thing.

T

August 5, 2011

Good evening, lover (is there a statute of limitations to that term??). Every time I think of this I get all “teenagerish”. I seriously haven’t been this horny in a long time. Maybe it’s the wine speaking, maybe not, but I am so excited by the thought of our naughtiness…….

J

August 6, 2011

Good morning lover,

I am very glad to say that there is no expiration date to that lovely term :+D

I completely and totally admit to feeling exactly the same way—I can’t get you out of my mind, and my thoughts continually turn to all that I long to do with you. I vividly recall every curve and every inch of your fabulous body and I immediately go hard at just the briefest memory of how wonderful we were together.

I can’t wait to experience all that again…..

And I admit that I simply love the thought of turning you on and our joint naughtiness. We need to be very naughty, very often :+) There are so many wonderful things we can explore together don’t you think?

I want you.

T

August 6, 2011

The thrill. “I want you”. Such a simple statement made me flush, the heat racing through my body, centering at my core. Images of your hands all over me, our mouths tasting each other, I’m truly breathless at the thought.

“Fuck,” I whispered. Shaking my head, and squirming in my seat, I closed out my email and went back to work on my homework assignment. One hour and two cups of coffee later, I finished up and headed in to take a shower.

Unable to stop myself, I pictured us together in the shower, remembered the feel of your cock in my hand, my mouth, my body. As I’ve done a hundred times before, I touched myself, sensuously lathering my breasts, thighs and legs. It has been a while, but I feel it building. Needing release. Needing, needing, needing. I want you.

August 7, 2011

I remember every inch of your body, every bright smile, every warm laugh, and every soft kiss. You are an amazing kisser…..

I savor the memories of my rigid cock disappearing between your soft lips and the engulfing warmth of your mouth, the expert flicking of your tongue, the loving stroke up my shaft, your firm hand at the base of my cock and the control you had in bringing me to the edge and then stopping just before I came.

I remember our eyes locking as our tongues meet and your gentle hands pulling me to you, pushing me inside you, and the building rhythm of our bodies together and then suddenly without warning, the wave of orgasms that transported you to another world….I lost count after 12 glorious climaxes as you gripped my ass, pushed me deeper inside you still, and lost yourself in ecstasy. You moaned and cried out while vibrating uncontrollably against me and finally ran out of breath as I brought your leg up at the knee so I could drive deeper still.

My orgasm happened with such force that my eyes snapped shut and I stopped breathing. When I opened them again, I looked at your smiling face, wiped the sweat from your brow and we lay there spent, entwined, unable to move, while your pussy shuddered around my hard shaft for what seemed like hours.

You are nothing short of fantastic and it thrills me to know that we are lovers who share an unspoken connection that is immediate, carnal, visceral and electric. When our eyes meet, everything else melts away, and I know without hesitation that we can try anything and explore all the wonders that our connection holds.

There is nothing like the taste of you….and I crave it.

T

August 7, 2011

Lover (and I use that word with confidence that it WILL be true again soon),

I am amazed that your version of us so closely mirrors mine. I remember the weight of your body, the strength of your cock pressing into my depths, pushing me to places long unexplored. I feel that I may die if I cannot feel you again!

I remember, so deliciously, your hands pushing into me, teasing me, your tongue flicking at my sex, my mecidiyekoymarka.com breasts, until I was writhing in agony. Good god. Sweet, sweet agony. Can you taste it? I can. I can taste it on your lips as you bring yourself to cover me, possessing my everything. Kissing me so thoroughly, giving me your strength. And yes, your weakness. I felt the depth of our connection, the longing for acceptance and desire, the vulnerability of trusting another person with so much. The thought came to me. Unsummoned………what was it? Can it be found again? Should it be? Does it matter?

I crave the taste of us. I am so far beyond control.

J

August 8, 2011

I imagine lying next to you, our eyes locked, as I gently trace lazy soft circles around your ever firming nipples. I watch as my fingers barely touch your skin and goose bumps break out uncontrollably. Your nipples swell to attention and your eyes close as your back arches and your hand reaches for my cock which goes rigid after mere seconds in your warm and capable hand.

I marvel at how lucky I am, how sexy you are, how well we fit, and my desire to devour you again and again and again. Our right hands intertwine above your head and I reflect on how much your French nails turn me on—so sexy, so feminine, so self-assured.

My left hand travels down your soft skin and across your well-trimmed muff where I find you wet on the lips of your pussy and that fantastic clit standing at attention dying to be touched. A light brush is all it takes to hear you gasp as I tease that lovely spot—the only spot in all of human anatomy that is designed solely for the purposes of pleasure.

I can feel the warm flood between your legs as I gently push your outer lips aside and travel my fingers around, and up, and down, and inside you. Your eyes roll back into your head and you grip my cock even harder than before.

I begin to nibble on your breasts, my tongue moving across and sucking your nipples to the breaking point. I stop to take it all in—this beautiful woman who is an instinctive lover lying by my side wanting more, wanting me, wanting to experience all that is possible, wanting to blot out all of the world so we can bring each other indescribable pleasure, indefinitely prolonged.

We have worlds to explore you and I, and I can’t wait to taste you again and again and again. I want to be able to gaze upon you as you lay exhausted, happy, and joyous. I want to hear you scream with delight, pleading that this never stop, climaxing again and again and again.

T

August 8, 2011

I sit back and close my eyes. After reading your email yet again, I just sit and think. The classical piano music playing now is the perfect background for the combination of memory and fantasy. I am so looking forward to meeting you again, wrapping my arms around your neck, pressing my body against yours, meeting your lips and tongue. I want to make you crazy with desire before we leave the parking lot. I remember our first kiss, when you so carefully asked if you might kiss me. The thrill in my body at that moment was such a promise of fantastic things to come!

So where will this dream come true? At what location will we make each other crazy with desire….your cock so hard against me, my pussy throbbing and wet?

J

August 9, 2011

I know this is extremely short notice, but are you available this Saturday 8/13? I am and would love to see you, even if just for a little while. Dinner maybe?

J

August 9, 2011

You take my breath away….I can’t stop thinking about you, about us.

I SO wish I could but I have a business dinner that evening and I simply can’t reschedule it—took 3 months to line up.

You have no idea how much more I wish it was dinner with you.

I can’t wait to see you again.

T

August 9, 2011

I think that, perhaps, we’ve reached a point where I should give you my cell number.

I can’t wait to take your breath away. I can’t wait to be taken, completely consumed. I want you.

J

August 10, 2011

My hands slide under your beautiful bottom—a cheek in each palm. Before me is your wet pussy and I marvel at how beautiful you are.

As I move my mouth closer, you reach down to gently pull your lips apart and your thumbs draw back your clitoral hood to give me uninhibited access to your sex. God, how sexy you are, how much you turn me on, how much your hands helping me further strengthens my already rigid cock.

This is the sort of meal that is likely to last for hours…..

I start to gently run my tongue up the length of your slit and push two fingers inside your wetness. You let out a soft sigh, arch your back, and close your eyes.

My fingers travel in and out of you, establishing a full rhythm in your inviting warmth and as I slightly bend my fingers, I come to rest on your G-spot. I love this part of your body—it’s so responsive, so immediate, so feminine. I begin stroking that special plusescort.com zone, moving my fingers in and out, in and out, all the while tracing up and down with my tongue, brushing past your clit, bringing it to full attention.

You moan with delight.

I lavish my attention and tongue on the folds of your pussy as you begin to drench my face with your juices. I can’t get enough of that musky scent and you taste divine. God, how I love sucking your clit to attention, seeing it standing proud, ready to devour.

I push my tongue deep inside you and increase the tempo of my fingers as each part of me trades off with the other—tongue, finger, tongue, finger…..I can feel your climax building deep inside.

I change things up and now plunge my fingers as deeply as they will go, spreading them into a “V” and begin strumming your G-spot. My mouth finally centers fully on your clit and you pull back even harder with your hands as I fully suck you into my mouth and roll you about between my lips.

Your back flattens as you draw your legs up and bend at the knee. You look down between your legs, your eyes barely able to maintain focus as we lock our gazes on one another. I love this, and this connection—our eyes locking—is the instant that we both understand what making love is—we are literally making love between us.

“Oh God!” you cry out, your gaze faulting, your head lying back—you can feel you are about to cum. You shift one hand to my cheek, then the other, and you drive my face deep into your pussy as I race my fingers across your G-spot and travel my mouth around your opening.

I LOVE hearing your scream out in ecstasy—the thought of passersby hearing your pleasure, wishing it was them, getting turned on by what they imagine, only adds to our joy and excitement.

Suddenly your breath leaves you, your body curls upwards, and you clamp your thighs to my face as wave after wave courses across your body in uncontrollable euphoria. You shutter, unable to do anything other than try to brace yourself from the involuntary shaking and you say in a loud whisper–“Oh my God, I’m Cumming, I’m Cumming….it feels so good!!”

Orgasm after orgasm play over your body and we both simply hang on for the ride—it’s amazing to feel you vibrate with such pleasure. Minutes go by, we both lose count of how many you have, and finally you can’t take it anymore and gently pull my face from your slick pussy.

I grin, my face wet with your lovely juices, and I move towards you, arriving on top of you with a deep long kiss. Our tongues instantly find each other and you feel my cock pushing inside your body. I am enveloped your wetness and we continue to kiss and explore as we fuck until our strength is gone.

You are amazing….

T

August 10, 2011

Strength gone, bodies satisfied for now, we both fall into a deep sleep, arms and legs intertwined. I awaken a while later and instantly the smile and satisfaction come over me. I look at you still sleeping, and think what a beautiful thing we have together.

I cannot help myself, my hands move over your strong body, lust rising in me. I slowly rise above you, gently trailing my long hair over you, teasing you out of your slumber. You stir, smiling but not waking, stretching your body in utter relaxation. I know you cannot resist for long.

I ever-so-gently take your flaccid member into my hand and bring my mouth to you. I twirl my tongue over your head and suddenly take all of you into my mouth, deep. I feel my own wetness rising as you become hard in my mouth. I can tell you are regaining consciousness as your breath catches and you let out a little moan. I release you, and moving back, move my tongue to tease your balls, sucking gently, teasing. Sliding up your shaft, I lick the delicious drop of precum, moaning at the taste!

Again, I take you deep in my mouth at an agonizingly slow pace, deeper and deeper into I can go no farther. Finally, you move your hands to my hair, twining your fingers as I slowly move my tongue up and down and around. “Good god, don’t stop!” you hiss as I pause, blowing a breath of air on your glistening cock. I know you are close. But I want your cum deep inside me.

Sliding up, I run your hard, hard cock between my breasts, delighting at the groan you let out. I can’t help it, I want to tease you. I move back down and take you deep in my throat once again, humming to give you an extra thrill, gently scraping my teeth up your shaft as I rise up again. Without warning, you whisper, “I have to have you again!”

Almost violently, you push me to the bed, taking me by surprise at the force, thrilling me to the core, taking my breath away. You pin my hands above my head, opening my legs with your knees. Not so gentle anymore, you nip at my rigid nipples and I groan, almost instantly at the verge of orgasm. Still holding me, you thrust into me, so deeply, so quickly that I cry out, rising

up to meet you, my force and passion equal to yours. The ecstasy topkapiescortbul.com is indescribable, so perfect in every way that my body quakes in response to yours once again. The heaviness of you, pushing into me, makes me push back using every muscle in my body. Bliss. Simply bliss.

J

August 10, 2011

With hesitation, I bring my purchase to the counter. I’ve never done this before, and I’m not sure I will be brave enough to pull it off. As the cashier rings up the red and black lace corset, she asks, “Would you like stockings to go with that?” I hesitate again, but say yes. I know you will like this combination.

I picture you lying in bed watching me as I come into the room, looking much more confident than I feel. My full breasts are pushed up, the black lace holding them for your viewing pleasure. Black lace panties, already wet from my excitement, peek from under the tight lace corset, contrasting with my creamy white skin. You offer me a glass of wine, and as I accept, you admire my legs, every curve emphasized thanks to the high fuck-me heels I’m wearing.

Sipping at the wine, I smile and giggle. “Do you like?” Smiling, I do not wait for an answer but instead pick up a black lace scarf. Intrigued, you ask what I plan to do with that. I rub the scarf over the tops of my breasts, give you a look and ask, “what do YOU plan to do with it?” With a flip of the wrist I toss it to you, and take another sip of wine, savoring the flavor on my tongue. Rising, you pull me to you, your nakedness a contrast to my lingerie. I take one last sip of wine before you take my glass and lower your head to kiss me. You slowly run your tongue across my lips and I squirm as the shiver courses through my body.

Suddenly feeling shy, I put my hands over the center of my sex and pull away. As I turn, you pull me back to you, brushing my hair back to reveal my neck. Your gentle kisses make me moan and press into you. I sway, pressing my ass into your raging hard on. Your hands move to cup my breasts, your fingers trace the outline of the lace, taking my breath away. Again. I rub against you, suddenly confident again that you love everything about my body. Teasing, I pull away and with a giggle, turn and pull your face to mine, catching your lips, savoring the taste of you and the wine.

Aware that you are putty in my skilled hands, I gently push you back to the bed. Picking up the scarf from where you dropped it, forgotten, I coyly command, “Give me your hands!” You resist, just a little saying, “What are you doing, crazy woman?” At that, I laugh and say “shhhhh, you’ll like this”. Sensuously, I run my hands from your chest to your wrist, and with a twist, I wrap the scarf around your wrist, trapping you. You momentarily think to resist, but your rigid cock says otherwise.

Rubbing my lace along your hardness, I pull your other hand above your head, teasing you with my body. I pull your hands together, and as our eyes lock, I ask, “do you trust me?”. Groaning, you say, “absolutely”. With that, I twist the scarf around your other wrist and loop it around the bed frame, effectively limiting your movement.

Now it is time to play. I’ve never done this before, but instinctively I know that this will make you crazy with desire. What happens next?

J

August 11, 2011

My hands are bound to the bed frame, and from the bedside table you produce a black sleeping mask that you slide over my eyes. I am now totally blind and completely at your disposal.

My heart races as my breath gets shallow and fast—my cock is engorged to the point of exploding at the slightest touch. Precum drips off the head and down the shaft. You straddle my waist, your back to me, as you trace your fingers ever so lightly down the shaft of my cock. My member shivers involuntarily and twitches at attention. I feel the silk and lace of your panties on my belly as you shift your weight and laugh with delight at my predicament.

“I love handling your cock, stroking your balls, making you hard,” you say.

Suddenly I feel something completely new and I moan out loud as the small feather “duster” from your Kama-sutra kit brushes up and down the length of my shaft. You’re driving me crazy and I buck unexpectedly as your teasing attention takes me into a new realm of over stimulation. I SO want to come but you’re in control–“Not yet my love, not yet.”

You grab at the base of my cock and squeeze hard—your hand barely able to wrap around my thickness—until my near explosion subsides just enough. With your other hand, you deliver what feels like a soft powder to the head of my unit.

Your weight shifts for a moment, and when your body returns to mine, your panties are gone, and your wonderfully wet pussy begins traveling north towards my head, your body lowering to mine. I feel your slick warmth travel up the length of my torso as your long hair begins to brush against my hips.

Finally your swollen sex is centered exactly on my mouth and my tongue darts in and out of you—I drink and lap and consume all the wetness you can produce. My mouth engulfs your clit and its surrounding folds, and I rhythmically suck you in while moving my lips across your pussy.

You moan with delight and shift your weight quickly as you try to move back and forth in an effort to control your own growing stimulation.

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Author’s note: I am deeply indebted to my lover for her assistance in writing this.

*****

He’d arrived early at Central Station ready to meet her off the London train; he had to be there for her. It had been several weeks since they had been together and as always when they’d been apart, he was excited. Sexually excited of course, but theirs was a relationship that went far beyond sex. It absorbed and informed his entire life, and he knew, hers too. They had rapidly become life-mates. They could exist apart – had to – though never a day went by without emails at least, and more usually IM. They shared their lives together in the only way they could now, with the enforced separations. Just getting on with things, their work, their studies, families.

– The train now arriving at Platform Two is the fourteen-thirty from London Euston.

The blood surged through him. It was always the same, the joy of expectation about to be realised. He moved up the platform, hardly registering the other folk pressing forward. Stopped at the front of the train as it sighed to a halt, not knowing in which carriage she was. He was distracted as he recognised a couple of acquaintances coming off the train. Scotland was a village really. If you’ve been around long enough you know a lot of folk. The usual chat and greetings with people you know, but don’t really know. And then the tug on his arm:

– Hey darling, too busy to greet me? Her warm smile melted him and he excused himself from the others, took her in his arms. The joy of holding her, and christ her scent again, he needed to bury himself in it. But he could smell more than bodyscent and shampoo as they nuzzled each other. He inhaled her cuntstink, faint but sharp.

– Uhuh, so you got a bit excited on the train darling? He smiled as he kissed her mouth again.

– Fraid so, she giggled. Um … there was this guy on the train kept looking at me — she glanced down at her uncharacteristically short skirt, smoothed it. His eyes followed hers.

– Oh darling, showing off I see? So yes, this man on the train?

– He was sitting diagonally opposite me, trying to look up my skirt.

– So you let him see? He knew she liked to flirt when she was mid-cycle. Well, quite often actually, but specially mid-cycle.

– Um, yes, he was making me horny. I showed him a little — she giggled — then I had to go to the toilet to wank. I left my panties off when I finished, and as I walked back down the aisle to my seat, the ticket-collector squeezed by. So I had to lean in towards the man to let the train guy past. My cunt was inches from his nose. I heard him sniff. He knew.

– I’m sure he did darling. And…?

– When I sat down and knew he was looking at me, I momentarily parted my legs. Of course I wanted him to see … But then the train was pulling into Carlisle, and he got up and left. End of story, sadly…

They were the only people left now on a deserted platform, apart from the traincrew blethering a few yards away. He was deeply aroused, both at her sensual immediacy, and at what she’d related. He put his arm round her waist possessively:

– Come sweetheart, we need to get home. I didn’t bring the car; silly to drive into the city centre at this time. Dinner’ll be ready when we get back.

The suburban train was crowded, but by the time they reached Anniesland there was nobody else in their part of the carriage. Her need was obvious from her banter as they sat together. When the train left Anniesland his fingers slid up under the short skirt. Felt her engorged wetness:

– Oh my darling, how I love you. Love your sexuality. I’m so glad you had fun on the London train: I know you needed it. If the man had stayed on past Carlisle you’d have fucked him, wouldn’t you?

– I’m not answering that! Her glare was mock-severe.

His fingers probed deep in her wetness and she gasped. He moved and crouched over her so now his palm was on her mons, and his fingers curled deep and hard into her g-spot.

– You wanted to shag him, didn’t you? Her face contorted as his fingers drove her towards orgasm.

– No darling, you know I’m yours, only yours. She was panting now, her face the beautiful pre-orgasmic mask he knew so well, as he manipulated her cunt.

– Don’t fucking lie to me darling. You wanted his cock in you, didn’t you? You would have dragged him into the train toilet and fucked him, I know you wanted that.

She was on the edge of orgasm when the train stopped at a station, and a young couple boarded and entered their part of the carriage. She smoothed her skirt as he withdrew his hand, wet and intensely sex-scented. The couple smiled at them, and he saw the effort his lover put into trying to make her face appear normal.

Presently the train reached their station. Free from the ears of the young couple as they left, she whispered:

– Yes, I wanted to shag him. I probably wouldn’t have, even if he’d stayed on the train, but I wanted him. That’s what sislident.com you’d like, isn’t it? To know that I’d fuck another man?

– Darling, I want for you whatever you want. You know that. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

They walked home in silence, lust dripping from the dark trees in the park. Fuck, he knew her need now. She’d never been quite like this before; never admitted that she was so horny she was tempted to fuck anyone else. Well, perhaps not anyone. But a sexy stranger whom she found attractive … Their silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it had an edge to it that was new to him. His excitement surged.

He fussed in the kitchen, organising the lamb casserole, opening the cabernet sauvignon. When he brought the two plates to the dining-table, she was sitting waiting. Naked under her dressing gown. One hand was under the table and there was a low buzzing.

He started. This had never happened before. He carefully put the food-laden dishes at their places, bent to kiss her. Realised she was holding a vibe in herself. He grabbed her hand away from her groin and withdrew the toy:

– I think I need to finish what I started on the train home. What you didn’t get from your Carlisle man earlier.

He leaned to kiss her mouth and thrust three fingers in her wet cunt, palm up:

– His cock’s in you now. He just needs to use you; he doesn’t give a fuck about you. He just needs to get off. Give him your cunt. He needs your cum.

He wanked her harder and was rewarded. Felt her muscles clutch his fingers as they sloshed and ground in her greedy wetness. Watched her face spasm, her eyeballs roll up. Fuck he loved her, loved her need, loved her entire being. He kissed her mouth as she wailed her orgasm, his lips stifling her long-drawn keening.

– Oh my darling how I love you.

– Sweetness, she gasped. As I love you.

Her face was slowly composing into her gorgeous enigmatic post-cum smile. He kissed her mouth:

– Now darling, perhaps you want to eat? I worked hard to make this for you.

– Yes love, I know. I’m hungry. But perhaps first, is there wine?

He poured and watched her as the glass moved to her lips and she sipped. Then he remembered, held his glass to hers. The crystal sang.

– Slainthe, sweetness.

– Um …, C, she responded, a smile lighting her face.

– C? What’s that? It’s a new one on me?

– The note of the glasses, dill, she smiled. It was a C. She burst out laughing as comprehension spread on him.

*****

She was carrying the dishes to the kitchen, when she felt his hands stroke her arse through the silk gown:

– Well, that was a brave move, my prey. Not washing dishes after that! Have to have you NOW, she growled.

She turned to him, her eyes glinting with something he hadn’t seen before, grabbed his jaw, pulled him close, and kissed him hard and deep, grinding her pelvis against him with undisguised need. Her fingers grappled with his shirt buttons.

– Not yet, not now, he replied, firmly removing her hands. I’ve work to do first. And you’ve had an orgasm or two already, which should keep you going for a bit.

He had stepped through the door when she flew at him, gripping his bicep with her strong fingers.

— I’d have had Carlisle man on the train if I’d thought you’d something better to do than fuck. Damn you and your work. I need you right here, right now.

She executed a move with her strong body, and suddenly he felt himself falling. She leapt on top of him, snarling and growling, her eyes flashing fire, clawing at him, tussling with all her considerable strength.

He knew she was sexually aflame, but christ, he hadn’t recognised the fire and power of it until now. He was tempted to tease her in her need, and did so, employing a few well-chosen climbing techniques to twist out from under her, leaving her gasping and clutching at air as he dusted himself off.

– As I said before, I have work to do before we play, he affirmed in a mild tone.

He moved to his computer, his nerves thrilling at his contrived offhandedness in the face of her passion. She lay on the floor, her skirt twisted up so that he could see her hand at her clit, stroking and sliding through the shining wetness. He clenched his jaw and turned resolutely to the screen, his cock jerking and thickening nonetheless. He tried to concentrate, sought to ignore her, and began typing.

She was enraged by his apparent nonchalance, but she was huntress and he was prey, so she played it cool. Watched him carefully, unobtrusively, and then, when she was sure, stalked him. She sidled up silently, and flung her scarf around his chest, pinning his arms to his sides, and then, twisting his forearms behind the chair, she bound them expertly with a sure hand. She moved to his front and began tearing at his jeans, unbuckling and unzipping in a frenzy of hotblooded passion. She sniffed at his crotch, trembling in response escorttaksim.com to his male earthiness. She glanced up at his stunned face and snarled then, as she bent over his cock:

– This is your work, manprey: to feed my appetite and satisfy my hunger.

She bowed her head and began to feed on him, sucking and swallowing lustily, slurping and licking at him with her velvet tongue, consuming him with unbridled vigour. When she’d snuffled into his balls and suckled on them, licked as close to his arsehole as she could reach, and nipped the insides of his thighs; when she’d played him and teased him to screaming point – then she climbed onto his lap, and lowered her soaking wet cunt on his stiffly engorged cock, slowly, excruciatingly.

She rose on her powerful thighs, rhythmically withdrawing and enclosing him on her own terms, her face beautifully contorted with intensity. Her fingers stroked urgently at her clit, as she groaned in the power of her lust. He felt her trembling intensify, watched her face with fascination, and waited with her as she hung breathlessly at the edge, until she soared into the void, her soul flaming, her voice shrilling her ecstasy.

When she returned, she looked into his eyes, victorious in the knowledge that she’d hunted him down and captured him, incarnated him. Knew assuredly that he was hers.

– Now sweetness. It’s time for lioness to be freed from her cage, don’t you think?

She leaned over him and kissed him possessively, deeply. Lifted herself off his cock, and moved round behind him, to unfetter him, though keeping his wrists bound with the scarf, by which she led him to the bedroom and their bed.

*****

She pushed him onto the bed and, trapping him in his surprise by sitting on his torso, secured his ankles to the cuffs dangling from the footboard. Now he was hers. Her prey. She slid off him and pulling him up to sitting position, undid the scarf at his wrists. Then shoved him back to lie on the bed.

– Sweetness, he gasped…

– No sweetness here. Lioness is hungry.

She sat on his torso again and, pinning his biceps with her knees, attached his wrists to the cuffs on the headboard. Normally the cuffs were used to secure her. She was angry at his pathetic ‘work’ excuse a few minutes previously, his attempt to maintain his dominance. Well, he’d find out who lioness was. Her cunt was wet at the role-reversal. Her prey would pleasure her now, her need burned in her loins. She turned to face the foot of the bed again and knelt on his arms, lowering her crotch onto his face.

He gasped in pain, the weight on her calves crushing his stretched arms. The pressure eased when she leaned forward, took weight on her arms, and pressed the wet need of her groin on his face. Adjusted her position till her clit rubbed his nose. His tongue stretched and lapped, slid round her slippy vaginal opening. Her cunt began to move against his face, slowly, carefully, and he realised what was happening. She was wanking her clit against the hardness of his nose. He felt her breath coming fast and hot over his cock as she used his face, but she didn’t touch his dripping member. Just kept rubbing his face, using him. He understood her well enough, read her movements and sounds, knew she was climbing to her crisis. He relinquished himself to her need, abandoned any pretence at his silly game earlier.

– Oh fuck, my manprey, my sweet love, my sextoy — she panted the words harshly — how I need you. Ohhhhh jesus — she was crushing herself hard on him, gasped when her clit slid from the ridge of his nose, adjusted so it was back there — ohhh fuckman, need you…

She was normally wordless during sex, lots of sounds, but no words. And she normally orgasmed quickly, at least the first few times. This time it was longer. His cock quivered in excitement as he felt her hover on the edge, a succession of wails and keens. This was for her pleasure, he was her instrument, he loved her and needed to serve her now …

– So fucking beautiful darling… ohhh — her words were lost in a prolonged ululation, closer to the unholy sound of stags rutting in the glens than anything human he’d ever heard — ahhh jesusfuck, need this, need this …

Her hips were thrusting so fast on his face now, digging and taking pleasure from her use of him, that the sturdy bed shook and creaked. He sensed that he was almost not there for her as she lost herself in this triumphant self-pleasuring and he truly didn’t care, wanted only her joy.

– Fuckjesus…. ooohhh….

His face was wettened as the awful crisis swept her, her body juddering and contorting on him, her lingering howl piercing his soul. She slumped on him, her face in his groin, long hair wreathing his cock. Tremors shook her yet, but lessening. Then she was still.

He licked at the soft flesh on his mouth, understood she’d been somewhere new, somewhere she hadn’t been with him before. Moved his head a little so escortbesiktas.com he could form words.

– How I love you, my sweet goddess.

She stayed prone on him for minutes, slight quivers and moans. His arms were aching from the pressure of her weight on them but he didn’t move. Lapped her cunt contemplatively when his tongue could reach her. Then pain shot through his arms as she slowly lifted her trunk from his and all her weight bore down on him there. He screamed when she shifted her weight shifted to one leg momentarily, crushing his right arm excruciatingly, as she lifted herself from him. Then she kissed him.

– Thank you, my sweet prey. Was lioness too much for you?

– No. He smiled weakly. Course not. My arm got sore for a second when all your weight went on it, that’s all.

Her tongue lifted the tears at the corners of his eyes, lingered to taste her own ejaculate on him.

– I have a new toy for you darling. Well — she laughed — mainly for me really.

She rose from the bed and rummaged under it. Held something before him, before removing the usual ridiculous amount of packaging from the tiny device. A cockring. Or more accurately, he thought as he examined it, a cockclip. He’d never used such a thing, but knew what it was for. She intended to keep him erect indefinitely whilst she pleasured herself on him, used him. The device would prevent him ejaculating.

Her fingers moved round his cock. It had softened a little, and her mouth descended on it hungrily. He groaned and quivered as her mouth closed round him, felt himself stiffen and jerk as she drew him into her throat and her singing muscles gripped and played with him. He’d still never spunked her mouth; knew he would this time if she continued. His need was building, hips thrusting himself into her silken cavity, wanting, ohhh fuck needing …

As his balls started to tighten her mouth withdrew abruptly, and her fingers closed round the base. He felt a sudden tight constriction and she was smiling in his eyes, fingers stroking his cheek.

– Now, manprey, how does that feel? Maybe you should see? — she glanced down at him — It looks just delicious to me!

It wasn’t quite pain he felt at the base of his cock, but there was a new acute tightness he’d never experienced before. She moved back a little and he strained to raise his head. His cock was as big as he’d ever seen it, a flesh-coloured clip snug round its base, cinching it tightly so it bulged obscenely around the device. He groaned and his head fell back.

– Lick my arse now sextoy. Ohh fuck, I need your mouth there …

She twisted above him, balanced on her muscular legs, and her fingers pulled her arsecheeks apart as she lowered herself onto his face. His tongue moved eagerly; he loved her tastes and scents there; needed no encouragement to lap and probe, his face absorbing her thrilling anality, pleasuring her … He could see and feel her fingers working at her cunt as she pressed back onto him harder and his tongue slid right into her arse. She was panting and he wondered again at the beauty that was his multi-orgasmic lover. Then her weight shifted and she lifted herself from him:

– Your tongue’s not long enough, prey, can’t get off on it. Lioness needs cock in her arse.

She was panting and hoarse and there was a demand in her growl he hadn’t heard before.

– Want to watch your face, she husked.

She crouched over his cock, eyes drilling his with pure lust.

Then her legs stretched up on either side of his trunk and her arse sank slowly onto his erection. Ohhh jesus, he’d never felt anything like this as his tortured cock slid into the velvet grip, felt the muscles close round him. Or seen anything like the grimace of lust as her beautiful face glazed into a mask of pure need. She leaned back a little and her hands spread on the bed behind her. Then she began raising and lowering herself on him. Arsefucking his cock.

He was teetering on the edge of explosion, hovering on the lip of the volcano, had to thrust into the sweet beloved bum that played with him. Her cunt was spread open before him and his eyes moved there from her face, saw muscles pulsing there, knew her aching need. But she moved and flipped off him, gasping hoarsely in her need:

– Not enough, need to try the other way, need to touch my cunt.

Then she was kneeling facing his feet, her knees wide on the outsides of his, her obscenely-stretched arse before him. Her fingers came round behind to guide his hardness into her anus, and they moaned in unison as he slid into her core. She started moving hard and fast, one hand on the bed and the other, he knew, frantic on her clit. His cock was in agony as she thrust herself onto him, his tender skin being rubbed and gripped by powerful muscles till there was real pain in his rising wails. Then her voice rose, strange and disembodied:

– This … is … my … cock … manprey … FUCKING … MINE

The pain was excruciating but there was joy in the giving, joy in knowing the intensity of her pleasure. The agony sharpened as her movements quickened, her arse pounding him into her, taking him for her own. He felt her muscles tighten, sensed the fingers on her clit blurring …

– JESUSFUCK. Ohhh … ohhhhhh

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This is another in the LIAR series, with Max, Billie, and their entire FBI team. If you’re not familiar with the series, some of the content may be out of context. But I’ve tried to leave a few hints about prior stories so that you’re not left out completely.

If you’re looking for all sex with no plot, you may want to pass this one. I usually tell stories that lead to sexual encounters, but the focus is on the story and the ongoing characters. So yes, like COVID-19, this has a couple of “hot spots”. But just a couple of them. The rest is the story line.

*****

Chapter One

He’s On To Me

Max pushed the front door of his modest home open, as he fumbled with some bills that had arrived. He was still a bit tired from the stress of his job, days of travel, and his concern for Billie as she continued to recover from her recent trauma while being kidnapped. Nausea at the thought of what they had done to the only woman he ever really loved, made the despair over his current situation all the more consuming.

Less than a week earlier, he and his team had successfully closed a case. Then, he assisted his junior partner in pulling off the most amazing wedding surprise that only took a full team of undercover FBI special agents. Even before the celebration was over, out of the blue, he was served papers calling him to appear before a Senate hearing related to the operation, Crossfire Hurricane.

Without thought, Max reached over to a framed photo by the front door and put his hand flat on the glass. The photo turned green for a moment before changing to a glow of yellow that gradually faded until the original photo could be seen.

His home was small and located in the newly developed Charles Pointe area, just east of the Criminal Justice Information Services Division of the FBI. It was a bit of a joke to those within FBI circles as well as the locals. Everyone knew the center was far too large for the publicly stated mission of records retention. In reality, it was the base of operation for not only finger print and retina scanning databasing, but also cyber investigations, undercover training, and a base for a range of active undercover operations throughout the eastern United States.

His home was small due to the fact that as an undercover agent, he was rarely there. Yet, it was built with distinct specifications Max had overseen personally. With the help of his junior partner, Ross, the house was just as secure as his office in the catacombs of the FBI center itself. The open floor plan had a single great room with living space and kitchen. There was a spacious bedroom he used and a second bedroom that was nothing more than a home office space.

Max rarely had friends over, other than Billie. His limited relationship with family didn’t require the need of a guest bedroom. The simplicity of the floor plan seemed a stark contrast to the complexity of his life. The house was decorated like a show home from a property developer, and had hardly changed since the day he moved in.

His childhood home was destroyed by fire a few years earlier leaving him with few personal possessions. It made moving fairly easy. A few suitcases, some boxes with memories, briefcases with equipment, and several pelican boxes with photography gear was all he had left. But what does an undercover agent need anyway?

He sat down in his weathered, leather easy chair and flipped on the TV. A national news service was repeating the top stories of the day before their host turned to opinion editorial. Max sank into the chair and tossed the envelops of advertisements mixed with bills onto the side table before closing his eyes.

“Should we be concerned about the deep state situation in our nation today?” The commentator asked to his news audience. “Just how far does this go? We know that Crossfire Razor was a national embarrassment. We know that General Flynn was innocent. It’s a national tragedy what they’ve put this man through. Millions of dollars were spent in his defense. This dedicated patriot was bankrupted by a corrupt system. It’s not the normal, hard working agents in the field we should be worried about. It’s the radical, controlling leadership structure that everyone knows is corrupt. An out of control FBI needs to be examined and purged of it’s deep state operatives.”

“You don’t know the half of it, Hannity.” Max whispered to the TV as his eyes remained closed.

“And today, today, yet another mysterious death in the Clinton dynasty of disaster. Anyone who knows the truth about the Clinton machine and even hints that they’ll come out as a whistle blower, ends up dead. Funny how so many people who know the truth about the Clinton Foundation either disappear, commit suicide, or end up having an accident. Well it appears that the Clinton team is at it again and this time it’s no accident. Army Major, Alan Waters, yet another decorated war hero of this great nation was gunned down in the streets of our nations capital, just moments ago…”

Max bagcilaronline.com shot up in his seat and glared at the TV. His eyes wide open now, he was intently taking in every detail being released to the public. Before the news commentator could finish, Max had grabbed his cell phone.

A soft but urgent pinging sound began ringing throughout the house. Four strategically place light fixtures that looked more like dusk to dawn, nightlights lit up with a glowing red warning. Max knew they weren’t nightlights. They were proximity alerts.

He glanced around the room quickly as he drew his firearm from its holster. Moving rapidly to the floor, he shuffled along until he came to a large bookcase. Reaching up he slid his fingers into a groove along the left side of the bookcase. It swung free and opened like a large door.

As he pulled the bookcase door closed behind him it latched securely in place, a low glowing, blueish light came on in the walk-in closet sized room. The walls were surrounded in modern, textured, sound proofing. Max tapped a small video monitor on one wall which came on, showing a dozen video surveillance images of his home.

A slight movement blurred one image that portrayed what was taking place on the east side of the home, while one of the more central images showed video of two men entering his great room. They were both wearing full assault uniforms and were efficiently sweeping the home, viewing through the sites of their drawn, tactical handguns.

With a quick switch of mode, Max checked to assure the system was recording the screens. After being sufficiently satisfied that he had video evidence and proof, he turned to a small electrical panel. Flipping one switch, all the lights in the house went out.

He could see the confusion in the actions of the assault team as his security system went to night vision mode. This couldn’t be an authorized tactical action. Why would an official tactical team invaded his home? There was already a date set for an appearance before the Senate Judiciary Committee. He also knew that his friend and mentor, Major Alan Waters, was just killed. Whoever had ordered this, they weren’t going to take him that easily.

He took a step away from the screen and turned to the shelves behind him. Quickly, he threw an FBI, bulletproof vest over his core and strapped the velcro in place. Then taking a tactical hemet from the shelf, he pulled it down over his head. It was larger than the typical helmet and covered his entire head. A full screen covered his face and he strapped it on tightly. Dead silence surrounded him. With a mild grin on his face, Max lifted a plexiglass guard up and away from a red, brushed metal, switch on the electrical panel.

With one flip of the switch, all the screens went blank. He waited several moments before flipping the switch back to it’s safe position. He struck the power switch for the main lights of the home, but the screen was still darkened. From his safe room, surrounded in sound proofing and his head enclosed in this particular soundproof assault helmet, he couldn’t hear anything. But he knew what had happening.

The door swung open as he hit the night vision optics of his helmet. The room was empty and the front door was wide open. He could feel the cool evening air coming from the open door. Glancing around he could see two windows were broken out and several photos in the room had broken glass.

The sonic defense system he had installed with Ross worked efficiently. The non-lethal system emitted an extremely loud and bone rattling sound that would break glass, damage hearing, and dispel any intruder in seconds.

By now, Max knew that the sound would have alerted neighbors. Hell, even the police in Clarksburg, 8 miles away, could have hear this sonic burst. He tugged his helmet off and could see that several LED based lights were still on, while old school bulbs and light fixtures were blown out by the sound. He walked over to one of the hidden cameras in the room and pulled it out. The lens was shattered, causing the monitor to go blank in the safe room.

Before the police arrived and before the investigations would start, Max quickly examined the room. Years of practice in observation pulsed through his veins as his heart was still pounding from the encounter. Running on sheer adrenaline now, he moved throughout the house, searching for evidence. His firearm was still drawn when he noticed smeared blood on the front door frame. Possibly someone had experienced a ruptured eardrum from the sonic blast. Glancing around quickly he found more evidence of blood on the carpet near his easy chair.

Moments later he could hear the sound of police cars headed into the neighborhood. He waited until the sound of police surrounded the house before returning his firearm to its holster. Grabbing his FBI credentials from his jacket pocket, he held them open facing the doorway so that any officer entering the room would see atakoymarka.com them immediately.

As he heard a local police officer approach the front door and begin shouting at him, Max complied to avoid unnecessary friendly fire.

“FBI, Agent Max Wright, CJIS Division. This is my home and I was just attacked.” Max shouted back at the officer, who, seeing the submissive stance and calmed slightly.

Without putting his firearm away, the officer called his superior by clicking the mic attached at his shoulder. “Landry. This is officer Wilkins. The living room is secure. I have a potential victim, so you better get in here.”

Even before a senior officer could approach the house, Max could hear the distinct sound of the FBI Police vehicle approaching the house as well. Every FBI police vehicle had a distinctive siren to identify them separately from local law enforcement. Moments that seemed like an eternity later, a familiar face entered the room. The local officer received a squawked message to stand down.

“Hell Max. What is going on here?” Bart Peterson, director of the FBI Police group entered the room.

“What took you so long?” Max chided sarcastically.

Peterson snorted a chuckle. “Well, it’s not every day that our scanners get wind of a sonic device going off, shattering windows for a half block.” Peterson bantered. “How many?”

“At least four. All four proximity alarms went off at the same time. Could be more. I could only see two enter the house. There’s video on the security systems.” Max replied.

“You spooks give me the creeps, you know that?” Peterson replied before using a more modern headset mic to contact additional FBI Police officers.

After a few additional questions, Peterson seemed to have things under control. “We’ll secure the house and work with local LEOs to keep watch for the night. You probably need to take a walk for now.”

Max realized he was right. It wasn’t safe here and he needed to find a secure location to get some rest. Stepping out on the porch, he could see the large, white, SUV with the FBI Police logo on the side. Unlike the black, unmarked SUVs used by agents, the FBI Police vehicles looked like most other state and local law enforcement agencies.

He glanced up to see in the headlights of the FBI vehicle, a familiar face among all the flashing lights.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Max demanded.

Adrian Ross walked toward him slowly. Behind him was his new bride, Cassie. “Our first few days of being married went well. But after the third day, I realized what a mistake I had made.” Ross began.

“You shithead.” Cassie shouted as she slapped his shoulder as high as she could reach. “He’s just mouthing off again. The cruise was canceled due to some virus going around.” Cassie explained.

“Look, I’m glad to see you. But you two are on your honeymoon. How did you know about this?” Max asked.

“Redundant systems.” Ross said briefly.

“See. Marriage is already working on him.” Cassie laughed. “Before he would have gone on for a half hour telling you about duplicate router systems, ip addresses, response call times, and embedded software integration.”

Ross just shook his head. “That’s a bunch of mumbo jumbo.”

“Doesn’t matter. What does matter is, he programed your sonic deterrent system notify him if it ever went off.” Cassie finished.

“It did seem like the kind of event that would be a last resort action. Thought if the sonic bomb went off, it meant real trouble. What’s going on, boss?”

“Well. Honeymoon or not, I’m glad you’re safe too.” Max said. “At least your system didn’t buzz Billie. She’s been through enough.”

“I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.” Billie shouted as she marched toward the group.

Max looked up to the night sky as if to ask, ‘what else could go wrong tonight.’

“You okay.” Billie asked. She quickly wrapped her arms around Max and drew him in for a kiss.

Max pulled her back a notch. “Billie. You know the rules.” He blurted out, half whisper and half demand.

Everyone on the team was well aware of Max and Billie’s ongoing relationship, including it’s ups and most of the time, downs. There was nothing to hide in front of Cassie and Ross. Even Peterson knew of the relationship, although he couldn’t acknowledge it publicly. Such relationships between two, senior agents could be seen as a liability while undercover. Such relationships were therefore, highly discouraged by the Bureau. Ross and Cassie, being support staff who rarely if ever were undercover, didn’t seem to spark the same kind of scrutiny by the Bureau. The last thing they needed was an additional thing to worry about.

“Shithead.” Billie shot back, being pushed back away from him.

“First of all, your language is rubbing off on Cassie, which is a problem. But more importantly, there’s the chance that someone is watching us.” Max stated, returning to boss mode.

Ross, using bakirkoymarka.com his taller vantage point, glanced around casually. But there didn’t seem to be any people who were not uniformed officers.

“They’ve found you, haven’t they?” Billie asked.

“What?” Cassie asked as her eyebrows furrowed.

“We need to talk. But not here.” Max said. “Let’s meet for breakfast at the place we first met Flavia.”

“Is there something…” Ross asked.

“We really can’t go into it here. It is truly bigger than one conversation could explain. Let’s just say that until they struck my house and know my team members, it was above your pay grade. But now that this is striking us here in Clarksburg, I’m going to have to read you in.” Max stated.

“I’m up to speed with the parts that are unclassified for my grade level. I’m fairly certain there’s more.” Billie said with a disdained look at Max.

“8 am, tomorrow. Where we met Flavia.” Max said.

“Can we do 9. It is our honeymoon.” Cassie said with a smirk.

“8 am it is. On it.” Ross said, putting his arm around Cassie. They turned to head home.

“Take care of her.” Max called out to the two as they left, with almost parent-like tones.

“Not going home. Got a suite at Stonewall Resort. We’re still on our honeymoon.” Ross said as they walked away.

“And you?” Billie asked as they were left alone.

“I need a place to crash. Probably just grab a room at the Courtyard across the highway.” Max said causally.

“Such a loner.” Billie said with an air of frustration. “Let’s go to that place.”

Max knew what she meant. Years earlier, before he was gone for months on end as a part of a major undercover operation, they had met for random hook-ups at a no-tell motel. It was the kind of place where cash was king and identification was optional. No trace of digital footprint to follow and a half way decent, clean room for a few hours.

“It’s not safe for you to…” Max started before Billie interrupted him.

“Don’t even start with me tonight. I’ve had enough of your bravado. We both need some sleep. We both need a good shower. And we both need a good fucking. So, let’s go.” She demanded.

Chapter Two

Coffee and a Starting Point

Billie slipped into the booth next to Max, pushing a cup of coffee in front of him. “Here. You look like you need this.”

“Black?” Max asked, taking the cup in hand.

“As black as your thoughts right now.” Billie said with a hint of disgust.

Lost in his thoughts, the aroma of the coffee drew him back into the realm of the living. He fumbled with the lid before taking a cautious sip.

“There.” Billie nodded to the front door as Cassie and Ross entered. Ross glanced around and acknowledged them with a grin.

“Hey, sorry we’re late.” Ross started, recognizing they were a few minutes later than they should have been. Cassie slid her way into the booth across the table from Max and Billie. Ross joined her after she settled in place.

“It is still our honeymoon.” Cassie grinned up at Ross, being sure to put her hand with the wedding ring on top of his to show it off a bit more. “We couldn’t help ourselves and had to have seconds during our morning shower.” She blurted out, causing Ross to redden a bit.

Billie shot back, “Hey, we had seconds in the shower too, but we don’t go bragging about it AND we were able to be here on time.”

Cassie looked at Billie with a confused expression, wondering if she should take the comment seriously. Billie kept her deadpan expression fixed as if to say, ‘damn straight, we did.

“There it is. That’s the trouble with kids today. They don’t take responsibility. They just can’t have sex as a part of their morning shower routine and still get to work on time. ” Max said to Billie in a sarcastic, 1950s tone.

Grinning from the banter, Cassie stated, “God, I hope our marriage stays as fresh and fun as yours.” But instantly it hit her, that Max and Billie weren’t married. Her expression changed as she back-peddled. “I mean,… as your relationship.”

“It’s okay. We know we’re kinda messed up.” Billie said with a matter of fact tone. She leaned over and kissed Max on the side of the head as if to admit it and acknowledge that they were okay with it.

Max paused, letting her comment sink in. Possibly because he wasn’t okay with it any more. He probably wouldn’t admit it to Billy today, but the reality of what she was saying had stung. They truly were messed up. In recent days, he was starting to understand the desperation of his reality. Fake names, fake backgrounds, and fake careers while undercover had led to fake relationships and his fake marriage with Billie. They had been shot at, nearly blown up, chased by a sniper, and harassed by mob bosses. Billie had been kidnapped, Max had been drugged, and all of his team members had been compromised in the process.

Now the greatest failure of his career had come back to haunt him. The motto of the FBI is ‘Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity’. But now he questioned his resolve in all three areas, as one mission was haunting him. It was only when he realized that his fidelity to the mission was compromising his integrity, that he walked away. Now, nearly five years later it still weighed heavily on his mind.

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It’s a cold November Friday afternoon. Frida (25 yrs.) is a voluptuous Latina (36-24-36) who stands outside wearing a heavy coat. She watches the bus pull into the parking lot. It carries the out-of-town wrestling team. She takes pictures with her professional “Nikon” digital camera. A press pass hangs around her neck.

The wrestling meet begins on time inside the college gym. Frida sits in a chair on the floor taking pictures. She’s wearing a white blouse with a red halter top underneath. She also has on designer red jeans.

Salvatore (20 yrs.) is 6-foot-tall who is very lean and weighs 184 lbs. He steps onto the mat for his wrestling match. The head gear straps down on his thick, black, curly hair. Frida focuses her camera on his broad shoulders and cut arm bi-ceps. Her camera snaps away as Salvatore competes on the mat.

She whispers to herself, “Damn.”

Inside the locker room. Salvatore steps away from the shower and wipes his body down. He sits on the bench in front of his locker. He notices a camera sitting on top of his sport bag.

He yells, “Hey coach, what’s this?!”

A small note is sitting under the camera. His fingers grab that note and reads it. “Frida – University Hotel – Room 90.”

He lays the towel over his shoulder and grabs the camera. His wet, escortkagithane.org black curls, hang over his eyes. He looks at the photos of himself wrestling. The nude photos of Frida appear. He looks around the locker room and smiles.

He whispers, “Man, is her body for real? Incredible tits.”

His hand pulls the towel down over his crotch because his cock is getting hard.

Coach walks up behind him and smiles. He says, “I saw her Sal. She’s one hot Latina who gave me that camera. Any good photos of you on the mat?”

“Yeah coach, real good” Salvatore answers.

Late Friday night inside Frida’s Hotel room. The curtains are closed but with a small opening in the middle. The window is steamed up from the heater below. The lamp light is turned on which sits on the table. Salvatore’s college jacket hangs over the chair. His clothes, socks and shoes are piled up on the floor.

The big screen TV is turned off. The lights above the bed shine down on the naked bodies of Frida and Salvatore. They are in the “doggy-style” position. She is leaning on her elbows with her black hair falling over her face. His hands grip her smooth, brown hips as his own curly hair falls over his eyes. His mouth is dropped open while feeling the hot pleasure.

His escortortakoy.com 7 and ¼-inch cock is buried inside her black pussy. He’s been thrusting slow and easy.

She responds in Spanish, “Dios (god)… Dios… Tan Grande (so big)… Salvatore.!”

His eyes look down at his shaft sliding in and out.

He grunts, “Fuck yeah… Fuck… yeah.”

She surrenders to his strong hands as he pulls back on her hips. Her own hands grip the bed sheets.

Frida has an orgasm, “Uhhh.! Mi Papi (my daddy).!! Meee Papeee.!! Uhhhh.!”

He keeps his thrusts at a steady pace as she breathes hard.

“Frida… Hot Frida… Fuck.!” he grunts.

His hands grip her hips tighter and he thrusts faster.

She replies, “Uhh.. Uhh.. Uh.. Muy.. Caliente (so hot).. D-Dios (god).!!”

Salvatore pushes inside one last time and explodes, “Mmmm.! Mmmmm.! Fuckk.!!”

He leans over and gently kisses her back. His cock pulls out and he yanks off the condom.

20 minutes later. The heater purrs under the window.

The naked bodies of Frida and Salvatore are on top of the bed. She’s lying on her back with her legs spread open. He is on top of her with his elbows locked and hands placed under her armpits. His curly hair falls over beyogluweb.com his eyes. Her left hand is wrapped around his neck and her right hand grips his arm.

Frida looks down at his cock pushing inside her black pussy. His thrusts are long and hard.

She breathes, “Tan Grande (so big)…! Tan… Grande…! Unnh… Unnhh.!”

He also looks down at his shaft. His hips move side-to-side after each thrust.

“Fuck… Yeah.!” he grunts.

His “white” body and her “brown” body move together beautifully.

She looks into his eyes, “No te pares (don’t stop)… Uh-Unnh… Mi Papi (my daddy).!!”

He keeps thrusting and says, “Yeah… I’m… Fucking Daddy.!!”

They both breathe hard and look down at his thrusting cock.

He grunts, “Mmmm… Mm… Mmmm.!”

“Muy Caliente (so hot)… Unh-Muy Caliente… Joder (fuck).!”

Suddenly, his body clenches and Salvatore stops moving.

He explodes and grunts, “Mmmmm.! Mmmm.! My, Gu-Godd.!”

They both look into each other’s eyes. She pulls him down and they French-kiss deeply.

Salvatore pulls out his cock and climbs off of the bed. His hand pulls off the condom who strides into the bathroom.

He shouts, “Fuck, love your Spanish!!”

A few minutes later. Both of them are lying next to each other on the bed.

Her head rests on his chest as her hand rubs his abdominals. He holds the camera and looks at the pictures of himself.

Salvatore laughs, “You took some good shots. I fucking won this match too. You gonna keep me warm all night?”

She answers, “Yeah, I am.”

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Jamie had wanted a fresh start, so she moved to the big city. Coming from a very small town with one red light, New Orleans was a whole different world. People are running a muck everywhere. So much chaos, hustle and bustle. It was over whelming and exciting all in the same moment.

While attending school at Tulane, she had just started a new bartending job at a local bar on St Peters. Pretty much the epiphany of madness can be found seven nights a week in the French Quarters. That seems to be the one place where everyone goes to rip loose.

Enjoying the change of pace, Jamie was finding it a little hard to keep up. Freshly out of a divorce, the option of suitors never seemed to stop. Whether it be the drunk tourists or one of the many fine specimens for co-workers. But alas, none of them really held any excitement or interest for her. Mostly loud mouth men with no manners and surely no idea how to treat a lady. Of all the things she could say about her ex-husband, he had treated her like a queen and she was now accustomed to that treatment. And rightfully so in her eyes.

Days dragged into weeks and Jamie could feel the stirrings of her need. It had been much longer than she would be comfortable in admitting to. Her ex had always had a knack of knowing where to hurt her and it was always in the bedroom. Reverse roles were played and he would constantly cut her off. So it was safe to say it had at least been over 6 months. Being as she was such a sexual being, this was not good. The silly men with their sloppy passes were starting to look a little good.

Before getting ready for work Friday night, Jamie lingered a little longer than usual in the shower. Losing time with the wave of self made orgasms, stepping out of the shower a little week kneed. Her lean lithe body flushed red with the heat and desire, toweling off quickly as the time flashes on her cell. Damn late again! Cursing under her breath, she quickly moved in to the bedroom closet. Hoping that she had actually hung the uniform up, she resigned to the clothes basket finally finding what she was looking for.

Stretching the tight black cotton tank top over her large damp breasts, her nipples protruding through the thin material. They both stood proud and still erect from the moments in the shower. Rubbing her fingers absently over them, new tingles shoot to her nether region. Snapping out of her self induced coma, she slides the black mini skirt over her hips, zipping the sides. The heat of the day and the heat in her loins, she decides to opt out of stocking and just pulled a thin cotton pair of panties on under her skirt. Immensely enjoying the slight breeze with every step, fanning her most intimate parts in such a way. She was feeling the prowl, tonight she needed real satisfaction. Her body was craving it.

So scrambling to finish getting ready, she finally heads out of the house fifteen minutes later, twenty minutes late for work. Jamie heads into work quickly, hoping to not anger the boss.

Rushing in through the darkened doors, she puts her purse behind the counter. Rising up from the bent position she slams into a hard chest. Creamy breasts bouncing, sensitive nipples crushing against unyielding hardness. Falling back, her face inches from a growing bulge in well fitted pair of blue work pants.

Raising her head, she realizes immediately who it was, Tim the maintenance guy. His rugged body was surely as hard as a rock, massive shoulders and arms. His waist tapered perfectly to strong thighs, shoulder length curly brown hair always in a pony tail. Jamie had checked him out many times in the month that she had worked there, but he never said a word to her or anyone else for that matter. Some even were afraid of him, most are when it comes to the silent types. His nickname at work was the Wolf, although he did put you in mind of Wolverine from those hero movies.

Tim seen her come in, he always did. Jamie was pretty hard not to notice, tall red bomb shells are scarce in this part of the world. Her hair, still wet and curly, hung down past her round shapely ass. Breasts bounced freely under her tight black shirt. Bars logo always danced as he watched her walk the bar, delivering and making drinks. Legs for days, bare tonight under her short little skirt. How his hand itched to slide underneath the fabric, to find out what she wore underneath.

He was sick of the drama of the bar and he found that an I pod was really useful in that. When Jamie had walked in the bar looking for a job, he had pulled one out of his ear to hear her voice. A pleasant low sultry voice that he could close his eyes and lose himself in it. He had found himself turning it off completely when he was upstairs and she was working. Jamie always seemed to have a funny anecdote or wise word for all the patrons. Tim had watched in amazement and humor as she glanced off each suitor. He had asked around about her and found out she was not involved. He wondered why she was not taking up mecidiyekoymarka.com any of the dating invites.

Turning away as he seen her walk in, he bent down to unload the cases of beer into the cooler. Standing up, he watched her skirt rise up as she bent down below the counter. A flash of white turned his blood to fire and he could not take his eyes off of the long tan legs in front of him. As she shoved the purse in her cubby hole, seconds of white panties peeked between her thighs. Skirt almost to her waist, he had to fight the strong urge to touch her. Lost in her bottom half, he didn’t realize she had suddenly stood up, until she slammed against him. The softness of her breasts made him groan, affecting his sleeping member to a quickly upright soldier.

As quick as she fell against him, Jamie hit the floor. Her thighs splaying open slightly as she tried to right herself in her heels, cursing under her breath. Eyes burning into hers as she finally raised hers to meet his, he could sense the need in her. Her face turned a bright red as did her thighs curiously.

“May I help you up?” Tim said softly, hold back a laugh.

Tim extended his hand to help her up, trying hard not to look back down to her pure white undies. Although it was not needed, they would be burned in his mind forever.

“Yeah, sure, um, thanks.”

Jamie’s voice stuttering a little as she tried to compose herself, her smaller hand fitting so well into his larger roughened one. If he didn’t know any better, he would say her whole body was blushing. She sure seemed pretty flustered he observed, maybe she wanted him as much as he wanted her. As he towered over her now standing figure, he brushed a few tendrils of her hair out of her face before he could stop himself.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock you over. By the way, your late.”

Jamie started to say something and then quickly turned around and walked away. Tim watched her leave for several moments, until he saw the tell tale glance back.

His body now on fire from her wake, he could feel himself tight in his pants. Growing so large to the sight of her, he moved around to alleviate the slight discomfort. After a moment more of thought, he went back downstairs to unload the cases.

Rushing in to the bathroom, Jamie leaned up against the tiled wall. Heart was pounding in her ears and her thighs were slick with escaped juices. She could not stop her fingers from finding her soaked folds beneath her panties, heat radiating off of her core. She could not stop the gasp that passed her lips in the echoing bathroom. Lost in her wet wonder, she had to snap herself out of it. She hadn’t even served a drink and it was thirty minutes in to her shift.

Sliding behind the bar a few minutes later, she could feel the heat of the cherry flush in her face. Carmen was overwhelmed as could be seen on her face, so Jamie started her night. The bar stayed hopping most of the night, keeping her mind from her run in with Tim. But as the space between customers rose, her thoughts returned to the quiet man. She could see the desire in his eyes and she knew now he was the one she wanted to take home tonight. Her body reacting quickly to the mere thought of being pressed up against his hard body.

As if on queue, he came walking across the bar carrying something heavy by the way his muscles were straining against his shirt sleeves. Lost in his body movement and ending view, a customer had to almost shout to get her attention. After making a few shots of tequila for the patron, she went back to her day dreaming. Leaning against the bar, she could feel herself getting wet again. To side track her dirty mind, she decided to go to the walk in cooler and grab a few beers to start stocking for the next night.

Entering the cooler, her breasts immediately react to the cold air. Feeling a shiver run over her body, she started grabbing beer quickly to get out of there. Two trips later, she was growing accustomed to the cool air and was starting to prefer it over the muggy night’s balm. Straightening out the beer back in to order after the chaos of the night, Jamie heard the walk in door open, expecting Carmen, she made a vulgar comment about one of the more attractive customers of the night. About to turn around because she had not answered, Jamie then felt warm breath against her neck. Shivers running down her spine, as she hears Tim’s gruff voice.

“I can’t get those hot little white panties out of my mind.”

Before she could utter a word, Tim’s lips and tongue were on the crook of her neck. Jamie almost hit her knees with the contact, swaying back against his chest. Opening her body up to his searching hands, Tim grabbed her breasts firmly in his big hands. Biting gently to her sensitive skin, as his hands and fingers roamed over her body. Gentle but firm hand pushes her against the rack. Tim’s steel frame pressing against her roughly, Jamie felt his male presence plusescort.com on her buttocks.

Unable to stop her body from reacting, it found it’s way molded against him. Her breathing coming in rasps and short burst. Her heart almost stopped when his hand started creeping up her thigh higher and higher. Tim opens her legs for more access and she nearly jumped when his fingers settled on her button. Stroking it with circular motion, Jamie felt herself coming close to orgasm. Mere seconds with his hand there, was better than an hour in the shower. Right before she climaxed, he rammed his finger into her, pushing her over. Gripping her G-spot, Jamie came all over Tim’s pumping hand. Knees weak, she fell back into his arms until the waves subsided.

Turning her around in his arms, he slowly moved his hand to his mouth. Eyes locked on hers as he licked his finger clean of her juices. In her fogged mind, she may have heard him say sweet or something like that before he turned around and walked away. Leaving Jamie against the rack in the back of the walk in, bright red and still glowing. Her body shaking hard from the encounter. Embarrassment making her realize what had happened and she silently admonished herself for acting like such a harlot. Only when she was honest with herself, secretly dying for more.

Walking out of the cooler was hard for Tim, figuratively and of course literally. Her sweet taste still on his tongue driving him crazy, but no thought of washing it away. Bringing his finger to his nose, smelling her scent. He made the decision that he must have this woman tonight.

Never even considered hooking up with one of the staff, he did not care what moral or federal laws he was going to break. Tim had learned a long time ago, no one acts like their true selves in front of the boss. So he decided to play the maintenance guy and saw everything. His choice had saved him a lot of money and gotten rid of several who needed to go. But his position over Jamie may be a problem.

Tasting her and remembering the noises she made, made the decision for him. Watching her finally leave the cooler, he finishes the night’s work to be done about the time Jamie is. Locking the basements doors, he turns around to see Jamie counting out the till. She was always good with the money, never off more than a dollar. Some how even the way she licked her finger tip to count the money was sexy. Everything that woman did, seemed to be a sexual offer. Enjoying her hips swaying to the beat of the music, my dick responding just to her sight. Making sure everyone else was gone, he went to the breaker box and flipped the switch.

Eyes adjusting quickly to the semi-darkness, he reaches her and pulls her down to the floor. Crushing his body on top of hers, breaking her sound with his mouth on hers. Feeling her resisting, he pries her mouth open with his tongue. Hands running down her length, his forearms holding her upper body down.

“You know you want this, no need to fight little one.” Tim whispered softly in her ear.

Hearing his voice seemed to stop the resistance, her body now responding instead of bucking. Jaime’s lips and tongue now moving with his at a frenzied pace. Fingers entwining in his curly hair, pulling him down on top of her once again. Jamie’s hips kept coming up against him, grinding his sore member. Jamie opens her legs further and wraps her silken thighs around his torso, enabling the head of his cock to press against her most intimate parts. His trousers were getting wet through her panties. The smell of sex was strong in the air as their readiness grew. Tim slid down the length of her body, till he was eye level to her white panties barely visible in the emergency lights. Jamie’s smooth legs now resting on his shoulders, Tim leaned in to lick the wet fabric. A few dry licks, before he peeled her panties to the side to get a full taste of what was earlier on his finger.

Tightening his tongue to a point, Tim slowly traces Jamie’s lips with it. After a few rounds finally dipping in the middle, stopping to lap at her clit for a moment. Watching her body react with the contact, he fastens his mouth on the sensitive area and begins to suck. Jamie starts crab walking and screams, the sudden gush of fluid tells him she has already had her second orgasm of the night.

Chuckling a little as he drags her back in place, lowering his mouth to tease her some more. Licking and sucking her to the brink several more times before he finally let her cum again. Undeterred by her small hands pushing back against him, he continued to suck hard on her clit as she came again. Licking up all her juices, he finally pulls off of her, Jamie’s voice almost like a strangled cry. Rising up and sliding back to claim her mouth, she eagerly kisses him back. Her hips constantly grinding on his waist, a few little squirms as well.

“Please, I want you inside of me. I can not take anymore of this.” Her eyes begging topkapiescortbul.com for what her mouth requested.

Leaning over her face, his man hood grows at the request. Not being very specific, he decides to use that pretty mouth of hers first. Placing his knees right above her shoulders, he presses his huge cock in to her protesting mouth. All that could be heard in seconds was choking and gasping on her part. Tim grabbed her hair from the back of the head, forcing her face up closer to his balls. Each attempt to force him self even half way in, results in hitting the back of her throat. Even with her gag reflex, he is only admitted another inch before he must stop. Grabbing the sides of her head, Tim starts to face fuck her rather rough. He caught himself slowing down a few times to stop the waves of orgasm from cresting. He did not want to cum this way, but God her mouth was like a little slice of heaven. Reluctantly pulling out of her mouth, he slaps her with his hard dick in the face. Jamie starts breathing hard, catching her breath. Not giving her time to regain composure, Tim lines up swiftly with her soaked pussy.

Pulling his pants down completely, he rubs the large head on her weeping core. Jamie starts to pull away from his pursuing member, forcing Tim to grab her hard around the waist. Unable to stop himself, he slams fully into Jamie’s ever so tight pussy. Groaning as her soft silken walls crush and squeeze his cock from all sides. Having to not move for several moments to collect himself, her cunt feeling like a virgin’s. Smiling at his good fortune and find, he starts to slowly pull out to bury himself in her once more.

With his first penetration, Jamie thought she was to be split in two. His monster cock ramming into her was the biggest she had ever seen, let alone had. As she screamed out in surprise and pain, Tim covered her mouth with his hand. Even in the darkness, Jamie could see the sex-crazed look in his eyes. After a few stretching strokes inside of her, Tim grabbed her hips to pin her down. Jamie tried to buck him off of her with each slow stroke, his dick going so deep.

“Just relax, it will fit.”

His words did nothing to qualm her fears, pain still rushing to her with each thrust. Jamie could feel one of his hands snake off her waist and start rubbing her clit with that magical touch. Pain turning to pleasure, she started to relax, taking more of Tim’s beautiful dick inside. She could hear his groaning, the fact of his holding back very obvious. Wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling his rock hard body closer to her. Kissing him hard on the mouth, his tongue dancing as he was inside of her. Never speeding up, just the same slow strokes as if he was afraid to break her.

Feeling rather use to his huge dick now, she started bouncing against him to pick up the pace and go deeper. A small moan of displeasure when he wouldn’t go faster, her eyes asking for it all.

“I don’t want to hurt you Jamie.”

“It has been so long Tim, I don’t need love making, I need to be fucked.”

Hearing her words whispered in his ear was his undoing, pressing deeper in to her enjoying her sudden intake of breath. He was not even fully in yet and hitting bottom. Pulling out roughly, he pushes her back down on the floor. Grabbing her upper thighs in a bear hug, he yanks her lower body up towards his face. Burying himself in to her pussy, suckling her hard. Holding his grip firm as she tried to get away, he nibbled and licked her till she was a mass of gasps and pleas.

Pulling her legs further up, he slides back in to her pussy with ease. He pushes further in, until his balls are resting on her ass. His dick twitching at being fully sheathed and squeezed so tightly. Jamie’s eyes had glazed over.

Unable to resist any longer, Tim starts fucking her hard and fast. He could hear her screams as if far away, he was fully focused on her wet center. The feel was amazing and he was close to losing it seconds in. As he cums he continues to pump inside of her, their cum mixing together in her womb. Slowing the pace but never stopping, Tim can feel his dick growing hard once more.

Jamie hoping for a reprieve started pushing against his chest saying, “No more.” Opening her legs to slide fully between her smooth thighs, Tim had to moan to be fully inside again. Surprised that he was still as turned on as when they started, he started his fast pace in her vice like crevice once more. Tim could feel himself about to lose it again, so he pulled out slowly.

Standing her up and pulling her up with him, he pressed her body down to the counter. Face down with her ass up as an offering, he could not help but slap it sharply. Gaining a curse from this women Grabbing a hand full of her long red hair, he jerks her up against him. Biting her where her neck and shoulder meet, taking the moment of her struggling to slam back into her. With a roar he plummets Jamie, her body knocking against the wood counter. Grabbing one of her nipples with his free hand, he twist ruthlessly on it. Feeling Jamie release more cum, lubricating and turning him on further. He continued to bang her harder and harder, until he was close once again to his end. He slowed down the stroke to lessen the friction, her pussy was still milking his cock.

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Just another filler for now since, apparently, I can’t submit little poetic diddies without being put on a shooting range. It’s quite alright, however, and this is another quick story that I wrote a couple of weeks back. It’s short, sweet, and to the point, so enjoy! Can also be found on both of my blogs, whose links are on my profile!

Also wasn’t entirely sure on the category. Please excuse any writing errors!

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I can hear your breathing. It’s heavy, and thick with need. I turn over in bed to see you standing there, cock in hand, stroking it to its full length. I smirk at you, as your eyes darken with lust; there’s only one thing you want right now, and playing games isn’t one of them. You walk towards me, still stroking your nearly hard-as-a-rock cock, and my tongue involuntarily juts out to lick my lips. I can’t wait to taste you, to have you inside of me, breathing in my ear, me scratching at your back, leaving little reminders of our escapades. You pull the sheet that I’m hiding under off of me, ready to ravage me in the worst ways possible. I’m still partly clothed, which you grunt at with disapproval, and move to slip off my panties and bra. I gladly let you unclothe me, giggling at the slight tickle that your fingers make upon my skin. You move down my body, your tongue making a trail from my now exposed breasts, down to my navel, where your tongue creates a little dance before you make your way to my ready and waiting slit. You lightly lick me up and down, just sislident.com once, causing a shiver to run up and down my body, as a soft moan elicits from my lips.

Your skilled tongue breaks my slit to get to that little sensitive button that has been waiting for you. Just the smallest flick causes my nipples to automatically harden, and my body to jolt upwards; god I can’t wait to have you deep inside of me. You begin to ravage me with the upmost need, nibbling at my clit, causing my grip on the sheets and pillows around me to tighten more and more… I can feel myself nearly at my peak and one of my hands releases its grip on the sheets, and makes its way down my body to grip your hair. My fingers begin to entwine with your hair, causing you to nibble even more furiously at my clit, and your tongue to dart in and out of my fuck hole. I moan out loud, biting my lip, trying to muffle my cries. We’ve gotten one too many complaints from the neighbors, but I can tell that you don’t care for me to quiet down as your licking, sucking, and nibbling finally brings me to my peak and I scream your name out loud, riding out my orgasm with your head still buried in my snatch. My grip on your hair and the pillow loosens as I lay there, ready for round two. You lick me a few more times before kissing up my body, until you’re finally at my mouth.

You kiss me deep, with so much passion, that I’m almost taken aback. As our lips part from one another, I look up at you, to see your eyes softened now. escorttaksim.com

“I love you…” you say in a low voice.

I smile, responding with, “I love you, too.”

You begin to kiss my neck, and I prepare myself for your penetration as you steady yourself above me. I feel your huge cock brush up against my pussy, and I gasp. Wrapping my arms around your neck, I feel you slowly push into me. I moan your name, as you go as deep into me as you possibly can. You stay there for a moment, adjusting yourself once again to the way I feel. Slowly you begin to pump in and out of me, as my nails already begin their assault on your back. You chuckle into my neck as your thrusts begin to pick up speed. I gasp out your name, trying once again to muffle my cries, which you keep trying to bring out. Your thrusts become more powerful, more punishing, as you fuck me deeper and harder. I cry out loud, little hot tears building up in the corners of my eyes.

“Ahhhhh fuck!” I yell out, which only fuels your need to fuck me deep, hard, and as fast as possible. My nails dig into your back and you gasp into my neck. We’re both almost at our peaks, and I know that this one is going to be even more powerful than the one before.

“Faster… faster…” I urge you, though I’m not sure if you can really go any faster. You prove me wrong by fucking me faster than before, causing me to bite down onto your shoulder. The saltiness of your skin only pushes me even further towards my peak as escortbesiktas.com I scream into your flesh, a little tingle building up within my body. You yell out loud because of my simultaneous biting and scratching, as your thrusts seem to become even more punishing. And suddenly, with no warning, I explode all over your thick cock. I scream into you, as my whole body shakes from the explosive orgasm that has come rushing out of my body. You continue thrusting into me, bringing yourself to your own peak until finally, I feel you come inside of me with a deep, aggressive growl that reverberates throughout the entire room. I give one last little moan at the feel of your release as you collapse on the side of me, out of breath; you’re completely spent. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to compose myself from the intense fuck session that we both just had. I finally open my eyes, and look over at you. Your breathing is still heavy, your chest heaving up and down with your eyes closed. I smile as I move closer to you, and kiss your chest. You open your eyes and give me a devilish smirk as your hand moves to entangle itself in my hair and you bring me closer to your face as you kiss me with as much want and need as before. I feel you smile against my lips once again as my hand begins to glide down your body, and I take your spent member in my hand, which begins to slowly, but surely, grow under my touch. I bite your bottom lip and your hands make their way to my ass, grabbing both cheeks fully in your large hands as I hear your make a growling noise into my mouth.

I move up so my lips are right next to your ear and lightly whisper, “You ready to go again?”

And, feeling your now fully grown cock pushing against my hand, you chuckle back and whisper, “Of course,” as you suddenly flip me on my back…

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I was home when my neighbor Rhonda knocked on my door.

“Come quick please, there’s water running all over!”

I closed the front door and we nearly ran across the street to Rhonda’s home. I went down in the basement and turned off the water valve into the house. When I went upstairs I found Rhonda and a big pool of water on the floor. We got busy with a mop and pail and we did manage to clean up the water mess.

“Thank you Steve, for helping me out, if there is anything you ever need,” she said to me.

“Anything?” I asked.

“Well, within reason,” she smiled.

I was damn horny the past few days. I guess I got bold right then and I pulled down the zipper of my pants. I pulled my cock free and let Rhonda take a look.

“I can’t do that, I’m married to Lou,” she told me.

Lou was her redneck husband. I didn’t much care for the guy. Rhonda wasn’t exactly model material. She was a bit overweight and you couldn’t call her pretty. She did have big boobs, however. I was staring straight at her chest just then. There was a long pause as I shook my cock in front of Rhonda. Just then, she walked over to me and knelt down. Rhonda took hold of my dick and she took me in her mouth.

I hadn’t had a woman suck on my cock in some time. Rhonda began to bob up and down my seven inch rod. I made sure she wasn’t going to be able to pull off in two minutes time. I put a hand on the back of her head to hold her in place. It looks like I didn’t have to worry about that. Rhonda went right down to the root and then she would slide her lips back to the head of my cock. My member was getting plenty hard from her working her wet lips all over my dick.

About the time I was getting quite hard, I had Rhonda pull off. I helped lift her up from her knees. I reached over and pulled her top up over her head. I got her bra unsnapped and Rhonda’s big melons fell out. They were the large type that fell onto her chest. She definitely needed a bra. I don’t think Rhonda had this kind of sex in mind but I didn’t stop. I nisantasiescort.com pulled her shorts off and I told her to kick them to the side. I stripped down as well and then I got Rhonda over to the kitchen counter.

I hoisted her up and spread her chunky thighs apart. I looked at her face and I couldn’t decide what Rhonda was thinking right then. I positioned the head of my dick at her wet opening and I shoved my cock in the whole way. Rhonda let out this long moan as I buried my bone inside her pussy. She must have been getting into it. Rhonda wrapped her arms around my neck and held on. I fed her wet hole with everything I had. Skin was slapping skin as I took my neighbor as hard as I could.

I wish I could tell you that Rhonda’s pussy was tight. It wasn’t. It was sort of sloppy, to be honest. At that point in time, I didn’t care. I just needed to get a release and I was quite sure Rhonda did too. I guess we maybe did it for little over a half hour or so. I think that Rhonda was having some orgasms. I could feel her pussy convulsing as my cock rubbed again her pussy walls. We must have timed it just right. Rhonda held me tighter with her arms right as I exploded inside her.

It had been awhile since I had last cum. I hosed Rhonda with one big gusher after another. Rhonda let out this squeal as I filled her tummy with my baby seed. I managed to keep hard for some minutes. I just held my cock in place as Rhonda continued to have her orgasms. Once we calmed down, I pulled my spent dick out and Rhonda got weakly down onto her feet. She walked over and got a roll of paper towels. She handed me a few to clean up and I watched as she pushed my cream into a few sheets of the towels.

We didn’t say much to each other after that. We got dressed and Rhonda walked me to the front door.

“Thank you again,” she said, as she saw me to the door.

I walked across the street and back into my house. The rest of the day was spent thinking about what had happened. I did look out the escortcapa.com window and saw that Lou had arrived home. I wondered what was happening over at their house. I got my answer the next morning. I saw a plumber’s truck pull up in front of my neighbor’s home. I guess her hubby couldn’t fix the problem.

Later that day, I walked out to get my mail. Just then I saw Rhonda opening their front door and she sort of ran over to catch me.

“Thanks for helping stop the water leak.”

I told her I loved plugging leaks. Rhonda smiled at me. She proceeded to tell me that her husband had wanted sex last night. She said that she told him she was too stressed out from all that leaking water. Lou evidently wasn’t happy with her reply. She told me she couldn’t have sex because she could still feel my cum swimming around in her pussy. She didn’t want to explain all that lubrication inside her.

I told her anytime she wanted to go again, I was more than happy to accommodate her. Rhonda said she was free right now if I wanted. Well I did want. I got my mail and we walked into my house. It was much different this time around. Rhonda was all over me. She started to peel my clothes off. I was naked in just a few moments and then Rhonda undressed herself. I was looking at those humongous tits one more time.

We didn’t even make it to the bed. I got Rhonda over to the couch. She got onto her back and pulled her legs up. I climbed between her thighs and took hold of my tool. I started to rub the knob of my dick across her fleshy folds. Rhonda could barely contain herself. She reach down and brought my cock to her opening. I pushed my hips forward and in I went. Rhonda still wasn’t tight down below. It didn’t matter much to me.

I fed her my snake. My ass was like a jackhammer as I slammed into her repeatedly. Rhonda did let go of her legs. I took hold of her ankles and I pushed her thighs right up to her tits. I was able to stretch my legs out and I gave it to Rhonda as deeply as I could. This escortfindikzade.com time Rhonda was begging and practically screaming at me to fuck her with my monster. My balls were dancing on her bottom every time I entered her quim. Her muff was burning hot. You could tell she needed cock in the worst way.

We did stop and we flipped around. Rhonda was now on top of me. I got to take her big jugs in both my hands. I squeezed them as hard as I could as Rhonda worked up and down my throbbing prick. I got her nipples all hard with my hands and then I moved down to her ass cheeks. I took each of them in my grasp and I started to pull on them both. I looked up to see Rhonda’s mounds of flesh slapping up and down on her chest. Once more we went at it hard until I felt like I was ready.

I told Rhonda I was close. For some reason we were able to cum together. I drove my ass up from the couch just as Rhonda slammed down hard onto my crotch. I sent a geyser of cum deep into Rhonda’s body. My God, how she shook when she felt me seed her tunnel. I reached up on each side of her body to hold her in place. I am not sure how I was able to build up that reserve of love cream. I must have blown six or seven good blast of my sticky batter into her tummy.

Rhonda finally got herself under control and she fell onto my chest. We ended up kissing each other before Rhonda pulled free and went into my bathroom to clean up. When she returned we had a little talk. It seems that her husband wasn’t very good in the sack. He generally stuck his cock in and ended up cumming in about five or ten minutes tops. After I fucked Rhonda that first time, it seemed she got hooked on my cock.

I didn’t want her falling in love or anything like that. I told her whenever we were both free we could always get together for sex. That seemed to please her for the moment. Rhonda got dressed and she gave me a big kiss before she headed out the door. I reminded her to clean up well. I didn’t want her hubby to suspect that Rhonda was having sex elsewhere. She laughed and ran back to her house.

As much as I like sex, I have been cautious when I get together with Rhonda. It is always on my terms, when I need to dump a load. So far, so good. I get together with Rhonda maybe twice a week now. That way I can be assured that I have a full tank of cum to give her.

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Australian Katrina Boswell arrived at LA airport to be greeted by an assistant PR person, camera-woman and soundperson.

Away to their right the candidate from the United Kingdom, actress and novelist Lisa Roughbottom, was besieged by the media, the CEO of the contest sponsors and a busload of semi-professional actors hired to create an orgy of excess in the ‘Welcome to America’ animated revelry tailored to be selected as the lead item on the entertainment section of ‘News at Six’.

That is, unless sixteen people in the Middle East had blown themselves up making bombs or a heartthrob actor of the moment had been caught with his trousers down behind the wife of a Senator from the South.

The $1,000,000 Brains Trust of the Century contest organizers had made it quite clear that Lisa Roughbottom was to be fed the easy questions to ensure she won with Robert Tiplady from Texas to be runner up. They selected muddled Maggie O’Connor from Ireland as the other quarter-finalist.

Rigged? Of course not, it was simply accommodating sponsor’s wishes to secure a satisfactory outcome for the viewing public and, of course, with the promotion corporation locking in sponsorship money for the staging of next year’s contest.

Typical of people receiving ‘star’ treatment, Lisa Roughbottom went by limo to the Oasis Haven where she was provided with a hunk taking the second lead in the “Adventures of a Randy Man’. The fact that Lisa was a dedicated lesbian had escaped the attention of the PR department.

Robert, Maggie and Kitty (she couldn’t stand the name Katrina) were crammed into the assistant PR’s small Japanese car and taken to the Motel Extraordinaire. The only thing extraordinary about this flea bit joint was that it managed to stay in business.

“That English woman has been picked to win this contest,” said Robert.

“Over my dead body,” Kitty simpered.

“What a body,” oozed Robert.

“I want your body, Robert,” Maggie sighed, wagging her eye lashes excessively.

“No sex for me until tomorrow night,” Robert apologized. “I’m off to my room.”

Maggie and Kitty watched his tight ass until the elevator doors closed behind it.

“Do you think he’s gay?”

“Very happy I should think,” Kitty responded.

“Oh, you misunderstood me – never mind. Do you drink?”

“A little bit, enough to drink and Irish girl under the table.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, let’s waggle our asses to our rooms like Robert and come back down and find the bar.”

Twelve drinks later Kitty had labeled Maggie as ‘Maggie ‘O Mammary ‘(they were 38c’s} before Maggie slid to the floor unconscious, Maggie had dubbed her now white-faced and dangerously swaying companion, ‘Kangaroo Kitty’. Kitty adored her nickname and sang its praises in full-blown contralto when leading the two security men to deposit Maggie ‘O Mammary on to her bed.

The show to find the two finalists was held at Club Curacao and televised nationwide. The questions seemed unfair.

Master of Ceremonies, Freddie Peabody, resplendent in a gold, blue and silver iridescent body suit, swept his blonde wig back with a sweaty hand and began feeding the questions.

“Maggie: What is a moa – spelt m-o-a?”

“Nothing.”

“Incorrect.”

“Challenge!”

“Yes, Kitty?”

“Ask her what a moa was.”

“Maggie, what was a moa?”

“A very large, flightless bakırköy eskort bird of New Zealand, now extinct.”

“Correct, ten points.”

“Robert: What is a rodeo?”

“A carnival to allow cowboys and cowgirls to display their skills.”

“Correct, ten points.”

“Lisa, what sea lies between Britain and Ireland?”

“The Scottish sea?”

“Is that your answer?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“It’s the Irish Sea – no points.”

“Kitty, what is a swami?”

“An Indian title of respect for a Hindu saint or religious teacher.”

“Er, are you sure?”

“Definitely.”

“Er, ten points.”

“Robert, define the meaning of a magnetic field.”

“A field of force surrounding a permanent magnet or a moving charged particle in which another permanent magnet or moving charge experiences a force.”

“Well done, Robert. That moves you to twenty points.”

“Maggie, name two regions in which a mahout is indigenous.”

“Um, India and…er…Pakistan?”

“I’m sorry, India and the East Indies according to the answer I have here. Fifteen points in total.”

“Lisa, if the time on Big Ben in London is striking midnight, what time is it fifty miles south of London.”

“Eleven o’clock?”

The master of ceremonies clutched at his ear-phone and nodded.

“Lisa. I suggest you carefully reconsider your answer, keeping in mind that the world is divided into time zones, each division being 15 degrees of longitude. Perhaps you may wish to reconsider your answer?”

The MC Freddie Peabody patted his sweating brow dry.

“Ten o’clock?” Lisa said brightly.

Freddie groaned, looking to the ceiling. “I am sorry; when Big Ben struck midnight it was exactly twelve midnight fifty miles south of London.”

He wiped his brow again, looking anxiously to his right.

“Kitty, what is a Carolingian?”

“A member of the dynasty of the Carolingian Franks.”

“Correct, ten points, taking you also to twenty points. So you and Robert progress to the final tomorrow evening.”

“Thankyou for your very competitive participation, Maggie, and Lisa you did brilliantly but were dealt an unfortunate blow by the extremely difficult random questions that came your way. Well, ladies and gentlemen – that’s all from us until tomorrow evening at seven o’clock from the final screening on the channel you are watching now. Good evening.”

Lisa and Maggie were told to leave immediately, taking a cab to the airport. Kitty went with them, really to say goodbye to Maggie. Lisa was sobbing most of the time, feeling as if she were stripped of fame, but Maggie was relaxed and at the airport waiting for the midnight flight she and Kitty demolished a number of very potent Harvey Wallbangers.

Kitty returned to the motel after midnight to find Robert waiting for her in the bar.

“It’s not fair,” he said. “I’ve been told that I am to win the contest.”

“Well, good luck to you Robert. Be a great champion for Texas.”

“Thank you Kitty, you are a great competitor. May I sleep with you tonight?”

Kitty licked her lips. Christ, it had been eight days since she’d been shafted.

“Yes, but you must realize you won’t get much sleep and I’ll probably drain you of your energy so you may not cope well in tomorrow evening’s final.”

“I’ll take my chances. It’s been ten days since I’ve escort fulya shafted anyone so I have a build-up to unload.”

“Oh Robert, you are so romantic.”

When in Robert’s room she felt to find what he had behind his zip, Kitty wriggled her toes and felt a hot flush sweep her.

“God, Robert, is this all you?”

“I always aim to satisfy.”

Kitty unzipped him and carefully divested it of clothing. She licked her lips and felt a release of juices trickle between her thighs – a part of her that was heating up like a compost pit.

“You possess an unbelievably beautifully sculptured penis?”

“Do I? I really don’t get into the position to make comparisons.”

“May I give it a working over?”

“Please do.”

Robert lay back, hands under his head, preparing for a rip-roaring diddity-do mouth pounding for which woman from his home State of Texas are famous. Instead he felt a pathetic cat-like tongue stroking with an occasional flicks wrapping around the head. His penis stiffened, so obviously it had not problem with the administrations. Then the mouth went from him and he was about to groan in frustration when he felt his complete right-hand testicle being swallowed and jiggled around and then teeth clamp down between it and the top of its sack.

His eyes opened in horror, he didn’t know this woman. He froze, wondering if he were about to be half castrated.

The tongue tickled the imprisoned testicle and he groaned but really thought it was his penis groaning in pleasure.

The testicle was allowed to roll out unharmed and in one plunge her mouth enveloped the whole of his penis and her lips smashed against his pelvis. Ohmigod, most women who sucked him complained about his length and thickness while others worked and worked to cram as much of it as they could into their oozing facial gash.

She’d had the full eight and a half inches swallowed before he finished saying ohmigod. He was unable to hold back, unable to warn her – he fired three salvoes and felt incredibly heroic.

On the second blast she was squeezing his balls, sending extra fire-power to his canon. His eyes watered and almost closed – red, white and black flashes blocking his vision.

His whole body jerked and he roared, “Oh fuck!”

She climbed up on him, cum dripping out of both corners of her mouth – the most beautiful whore he’d ever seen. He felt compelled to say in ultimate praise, “I love you” so that’s what he said.

“No you don’t,” she cooed. “Your only interest in me is my three larger orifices.”

“Eh?”

“You heard. Now it’s your turn,” she said, sitting on his face and throwing her head back and his tongue began clit-stroking while he occupied himself at finding how many fingers he could insert and waggle.

With his tongue tired, his neck aching, he knew when she tensed that she was cumming. She made no noise; her body simply heaved, near-drowning him in a massive ejaculation.

“God, you’re good,” she said, yawning. Want to lick me clean?” But big boy was already falling asleep.”

Kitty went down to the bar, had a drink and a steak sandwich, and then went back to her own room, showered and went to sleep.

Next day they went out for lunch and walked a couple of beaches and then went back to their respective rooms to rest. Robert had made an alternative suggestion but Kitty reminded ataköy eskort him some of his strength and brain power went out of his penis during sex and the recovery time was probably 24-hours.

After five rounds Robert was in the lead by five points. The final round commenced.

“Kitty, what is a threnody?”

“I don’t know.”

“Robert, I don’t know.”

“Kitty, what is a soiree?”

“An evening gathering in a private house at which guests listen to, play or dance to music.”

“Excellent, ten points which takes you to thirty-five points, with Robert on thirty. Robert, what is the state bird of Texas?

“The mockingbird.”

“Correct.”

“Kitty, your final question which by the rules of this contest I must take from this sealed container: What is the exact distance of a marathon?”

She hesitated then looked confident: “Twenty-six miles and 385 yards.”

“An excellent answer, correct. That leaves you on forty-five points and Robert on forty, so he only has to answer this final question correctly and he wins.”

Freddy took the question from the sealed container and grinned.

“Robert, what is a flapper?”

Robert looked puzzled and finally answered. “A sheet drying in the wind?”

Freddie looked devastated and the audience groaned.

“I’m sorry Robert, but the answer I have here is a young woman of 1920’s vintage, especially one who flaunted her unconventional behavior.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, our winner is Kitty Boswell, from Two Creek in Australia’s Northern Territory. Congratulations Kitty. We’ll now go into a commercial break before awarding the prizes.”

While assistants attended to Kitty’s make-up during the break Kitty watched the PR people in damage control mode hovering over the company president and CEO of the sponsors. They were experiencing a torrid time.

Back on air, Freddie received his check for $25,000 and thanked the sponsors for producing breakfast foods which he said – reading the auto-cue – were extremely popular with children.

He added, with unauthorized recklessness, “Thank you Freddie for being such a patient quizmaster and I’d like to thank my rival for her awesome competition. I thought she came from a little region Down Under but she’s convinced me that Australian’s Northern Territory is twice the size of Texas. When I disputed that she said to me in a good old Aussie twang, ‘Go bite your bum’. Kangaroo Kitty, you deserve your success.”

The assistant PR person slumped to the floor in a faint, while her boss raced over to the sponsors screaming, “We’re saved, did you hear that: Kangaroo Kitty! We must have her with that name on every packet of product.”

“Is your nickname really Kangaroo Kitty?” asked Freddie, turning to Kitty.

“Yes – rather cute don’t you think?” “I certainly do. Well, I’ll call on the president of Body Building Foods Inc., Charles B. Buckwell Jnr to present you the winner’s check of $75,000.”

Back in bed that evening, in a suite in the Oasis Haven that had been booked for the contest winner, Kitty promised Robert as he stripped her that she’d visit Texas as soon as her immediate obligations to sponsor Kangaroo Kitty cereals were completed.

“Ooh, we’ll have a great time together. We should get a clause inserted into that contract you are signing tomorrow requesting you be provided with a luxury RV for the duration of your contract and any renewals.”

“You arrange that, Robert. You are my manager. Now, what have you got for me?”

“This,” leered Robert, on his knees above her, holding a dripping penis in two hands.

“Roll over, darling. Big Tex has come to play with Kitty’s clitty.”

THE END

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As he stood up next to the sand dune where they’d left their towels, Luke watched as Kate emerged from the water. Holding the towel in front of him, he used it to dry himself off; letting it at the same time hide the raging erection pushing out the front of his boardies [#board shorts].

Luke had been content to get out of the water and let himself dry while they waited for Karen and Greg to come back from their morning run along the beach. But Kate had wanted to finish with a couple of sprint laps along the section of beach where she and Greg had traditionally swam for their surf training.

Playing and frolicking in the water with Kate had raised Luke’s manhood to an unyielding, cock-splitting hardness. It had been aching and throbbing with desire. Had it not been for the possibility of Karen and Greg suddenly appearing, he would have tried to take her in the water.

There was a reason, in her own subtle, flirtatious, feminine way, that Kate had made sure that Luke’s boner was teased up to the point of exploding. Kate had wanted him to take her; there in the water where they’d been frolicking. She shared none of Luke’s inhibition about being caught in the act by Greg and Karen. Short of pulling his pants down and sticking his cock into hers, there wasn’t much more she could have done to give him the message. And the only reason she didn’t do that was because she wanted to make sure he was a willing participant.

In fact it’s likely that somewhere in the complex relationship Kate had with Greg there may have actually been a desire to be caught. Not to make Greg jealous; because she knew Greg harboured no sexual ambitions towards her. As her friend he’d comfortably stood by her for many years as she went out and got herself laid by every guy who took her fancy.

In part Kate was experiencing a prolonged period of heightened arousal – sexual and emotional -from the anticipation of her reunion with her friends with her first ever true love interest in tow. She’d been feeling it ever since they packed their back in Canberra to return to her home town for the summer break. With the long drive and late night arrival, there’d been little opportunity for any release from it since.

But if you really pushed you might just have managed to extract from her a guilty confession that she would have liked to have flaunted her own sexual performance in front of Greg. Karen and Greg hadn’t set out to put on any public displays when they’d unleashed their passions all through last summer in the gully behind where Luke now stood and just occasionally in the water where they’d been playing. It was a quiet, rarely used, part of the beach. But Karen was a noisy love-maker and Kate had been thrown temporarily off balance by the torrid affair her previously virginal friend and security blanket had suddenly become immersed in. She’d hung around where she wasn’t expected and heard and seen things not intended for her.

As she got to know and like Karen better, that had resolved itself and she’d found a new equilibrium. But the simple fact was, the complexity of Kate’s emotional life that her parent’s messy divorce and her subsequent adoption of Greg as a comforter, surrogate brother, best friend and maybe even father substitute, had left her with a more nuanced sexual attitude towards Greg.

Now Luke watched as Kate glided towards him with all the poise and natural style of a catwalk bikini model. She displayed an attractive confidence that belied the complexity of her inner emotional life. Nearly everyone took her at face value because that’s what she wanted; a woman in complete control of her own sexuality, able to wrap men around her little finger with little more than a smile and a good cleavage display. Only Greg, and maybe more recently Karen, really understood her.

Even Luke, her recently acquired boyfriend and love interest, only had the most superficial insight into the more complex Kate. And he, at this moment, was transfixed by the sight approaching him.

Tall and beautifully proportioned, Kate oozed the fitness and strength of the surf lifesaving iron woman competitor she was. As she walked her muscles rippled under that clear light olive skin. The only thing even slightly wobbling were her breasts. Those beautiful perky orbs that bounced ever so classily up and down with each step; drawing out the tethers of the strings of her bikini top and releasing them again.

Her long surf blonde hair draped in strands over her shoulder; stuck to her skin in its wetness.

The water was dripping off her. It ran off the tip of the hard fully raised nipples pushing out the thin translucent material of her too small bikini top. It ran out of her crotch as it trickled down her torso, through her pants and ever so teasing down her leg. Luke thought that if only he could collect that water he’d drink it; salt and all.

Her tight little low slung bikini pants clung to her mons, divided itself into a camel toe and could be seen stretching bakırköy escort bayan and contracting to accommodate every movement through her crotch as she walked. It his vivid male fantasy imagination, Luke pictured it tickling up her clit with each step.

She was smiling at him in the most endearing, compelling way. Her bright blue eyes were large round circles of seductive joy and happiness. Luke didn’t doubt that she knew full well he was simply perving at her as she approached. Kate knew guys. But she also seemed to forgive their more harmless weaknesses and accepted that admiring the female form was one of them.

Indeed, the way she normally dressed almost demanded that guys perve at her and encouraged that subtle feeling of a stirring in their loins that inevitably caused. She also understood the danger that could put her in with a guy who didn’t want to play by the rules. Luke had noticed how Kate judged the time and location of her flaunting herself with an eye to risk. Like some security crazed politician, she’d even never jogged the same route when she went for her afternoon run; least some guy got obsessed with her sexy outfits and set an ambush for her.

And Luke knew that, now he was on the scene, Kate used him for additional protection.

But the good thing was that Kate knew the difference between perving and objectification and to the extent there was a fuzzy dividing line between the two, gave the latter a minimalist role.

As a younger lad he’d had a serious crush on the model Kate Upton. As Miss Upton got older, got a little more solid, supposedly developed a more precious reputation and eventually faded from everyday view, that crush had dissolved. But from the time he first met her, Luke had felt that this Kate was like a younger, improved version of Ms Upton. The same cherubic face and smile. The same womanly figure but without the padding that suggested a fallen glory in her mature years. This Kate’s hair was a natural blonde with eyebrows and body hair to match.

And most important of all, Luke’s Kate had a personality that gave reality to the playfulness that Miss Upton projected to a camera, whatever the reality behind Miss Upton might be.

The first time Luke had made love to this Kate, it was like his teenage fantasy had come true.

Of course, there was a lot more to Kate than that. She was intelligent, but also had a directness of manner that sometimes left Luke standing open mouthed. There were times that was great for getting around an awkward moment or breaking the ice – she wasn’t scared to call a fuck a fuck – but at other times he was left wondering if you could really say that. Once Luke realised that anything she said was completely devoid of malevolence and often tinged with a wicked sense of humour then it almost became endearing, but he could see not everyone else got her.

By the time she reached him Luke’s attempt at subduing his erection had failed and reversed itself. He’d felt it fill out and swell again, the tip projecting a full two inches over the top of his boardies. It felt hard, it felt nice, it yearned to be used, to find the warm embrace of Kate’s womanhood. But Luke knew it would have to wait. Karen and Greg were due any time. Hidden around a projecting sand-dune, as Kate would have it, they were even now pounding their way towards the appointed rendezvous. Evidently, Karen and Greg were nothing if not punctual.

As they sat on their towels to dry, Luke focused once again on getting his erection back under control. Even as Kate innocently swayed her wet, barely covered, nipple projecting breasts right under his nose as they chatted, he tried not to look.

For Kate, the absence of Greg and Karen from her life since last summer, as they went to Universities in different towns, had left a big hole that meeting Luke had only started to help fill. They were friends of the most special kind; especially Greg. Explaining to Luke how important they were to her had been almost impossible as much as he listened and tried to understand.

Luke had seen and overheard Kate interact with them on Facebook. But even the most excited, animated conversation conveys only so much.

He had been trying really hard to look up at Kate’s mouth as she spoke instead of down at her breasts, where the golden brown colour of her projecting nipples was showing fairly clearly through the translucency of the wet material plastered to them. So, looking up and across Kate’s face, it was he who spotted them first; a pair of runners emerging from around a sand dune that projected out across the beach about 150 metres away.

Pointing in their direction, Luke enquired if that was them. The only reply he got was an ear shattering scream as Kate stood up and started running towards them; squealing all the way with her arms outstretched.

Uncertain as to what he should do, Luke stood up and started to follow Kate at a walking pace, taking the escort esenyurt chance to study these people who were so important to the girl he had come to love.

Perhaps understandably, his gaze fell first on Karen. Kate had described her appearance in such glowing terms that Luke has actually been looking forward to get an eye full of her. For Kate to say another girl is much pettier that her is really setting a high bar; even if Luke suspected it would really come down to a question of taste.

The first thing he noticed, even from a distance, was that Karen’s bikini tastes were the same as Kate’s. She was wearing a string tie bikini with a slightly undersized top and a minimalist pair of pants; the only difference being Karen’s pants had string tie sides too. How often he’d dreamed that Kate’s bikini pants would fall away with the pull of a string.

The girl he saw was a bit taller but slimmer than Kate. Not in a malnourished sort of way; just built on a lighter frame. Her breasts were smaller; maybe a B cup. They suited her frame, indeed looked impressive on it, but lacked that capacity to bury yourself in them that Kate’s had. The hair that streamed in the wind behind her as she ran was the same sort of surf bleached blonde that Kate’s was, although her complexion was a darker shade of olive than Kate’s much lighter one.

Luke had always hoped he wasn’t alone in judging even an action movie in part by the quality of the eye candy female lead. This girl reminded him of someone and he scanned his memory of his favourite starlets to think who. While there were a lot of slim, tall, perky breasted young things around at the moment, most seemed to carry a bit more padding and have a little less muscle tone than this girl. And yet he knew she was a ringer for someone who had caught his attention lately. When the answer occurred to him it was more out of field left; the model Paige Butcher who he’d been reading an article about the previous week. Karen’s red bikini was even similar to the one Paige had been pictured in for the article.

Still, Luke couldn’t agree with Kate. Karen was a stunner, there was no doubt about that. But he thought Kate much the prettier.

Greg had the same lean figure as his girlfriend; taller and slimmer than Luke with a well sculptured body.

As Kate reached them she collected them both in her outstretched arms, bundling the three of them into a tight huddle. Luke watched as Kate spoke animatedly with them, frequently breaking the flow of conversation to plant a kiss on the cheek of one or other of them. Just when Luke thought the exuberance of the greeting had died down, when Kate was simply standing taking to them, stretching her arms out to have a hand on each of their outside shoulders, Kate halted.

Then suddenly she turned and embraced Karen. This was no girlie, air kiss embrace. Kate had her wrapped up, one arm drawing their chests together, the other around her bum, pulling her crotch tightly against Kate’s. Then she held her there in a long moment of silent contemplation with their chins across each other’s shoulder before planting a prolonged kiss on her cheek. Watching them in profile as he still approach; noticing how their breasts interlocked and bikini bottoms merged tightly together, Luke found it rather hot. Like some sort of male fantasy.

Luke wondered if she’d do the same to Greg and, if so, what effect it would have on him.

It wasn’t long before he found out. Breaking away from Karen, Kate put a hand on each of Greg’s shoulders, contemplating him at arm’s length. Then without warning, she threw herself at him; cat leaping up and wrapping her legs around his hips as her arms bundled his head against her chest. Greg staggered and nearly fell backwards; only just managing to keep his balance. Automatically he’d put his hands under her bum cheeks to support her weight, having little time to think about positioning or placement.

Now Luke had the sight of Greg’s fingers pushing Kate’s bikini bottoms deeply into her bum crack, like he was anally fingering her; pulling her pants half way down in the process and exposing a long line of exposed bottom. Rationally Luke knew it was just the way Kate had landed on him. He knew Kate didn’t tolerate any anal play, so nothing was really happening. Still he felt a pain of jealously.

That wasn’t helped by the fact that Greg had been a bit aroused by Kate’s initial intimate embrace of him. Now as she rocked back and forwards on him, that arousal became complete; an erection pushing a fold of the material of his racing brief swimwear up over the waistband where it seemed to contact Kate’s crotch. As she rocked back and forwards, his erection bent under the weight and straightened up again, making it pretty clear it was banging against her womanhood. All the while his face was buried in the folds of her bosom where, for all Luke knew, a dislodged exposed nipple might be brushing his cheek; or sitting on his lips.

Then ataköy escort bayan bending down and into his face, Kate held the back of Greg’s head as she gave him a prolonged kiss on the lips.

Luke had been warned that Greg had been a friend of Kate’s since childhood; her best and most important friend in the world. Probably as a way of subtly reassuring Luke about the lack of real threat Greg posed to their relationship, she’d also revealed to Luke that both Karen and Greg had been virgins when they got together last year at the age of 20; the message being that there had been nothing physical between Kate and Greg. Still, Luke felt somewhat uncomfortable with what he was watching, even as his own manhood filled out to a full erection from the action as it played out.

Finally Kate dismounted, unavoidably dragging Greg’s erection down so she was momentarily straddling it between her legs. Luke watched as the tip emerged out the back of her legs, then bisected the cheeks of her bottom and through the centre of her crotch until it was released. It left Kate with the waist band of her pants pulled down to the extent of almost full exposure, a fold of material pushed deeply back up into her front and back creases and the leg hems loose enough Luke could see the lips of her labia exposed.

Ignoring her pants and, apart from casually readjusting a triangle of the top to tuck a nipple back in, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, Kate then introduced Luke to Karen. Karen reached around his shoulders and pulled Luke into her, close enough for him to feel the hardness of her nipples pushing into his chest while he fought to minimise her feel of the erection in his pants against her stomach. For a long moment she just held him, then she kissed him on the cheek; something Luke awkwardly reciprocated.

Then Kate formally introduced Greg; who gave him a man hug; each of them being careful not to let their erections come into contact.

What Luke couldn’t know was that, recognising the overboard exuberance and sexuality of Kate’s greeting, both Karen and Greg had themselves been much more tactile than normal in their greeting of Luke; as if by way of reassurance to him that he shouldn’t read too much into it. Karen was well aware of the overt physicality of the way she hugged Luke. She knew her nipples were up as a result of the breeze blowing across her sweat soaked top and were pushed hard into Luke’s naked chest. She didn’t even seek to avoid contact with the erection she could see loitered in his pants. It wasn’t normally how she greeted a relative stranger. Nor was Greg all that much of a man hugger in normal circumstances; but each felt something was called for.

But the reality was, Kate was too excited to over analyse things like the way she’d greeted Greg. In her mind, the advantage of Greg having a girlfriend and she at last a boyfriend, was that the potential for playful sexual contact between them to be misinterpreted as a come on was gone and with it the inhibitions that followed. After all, while Karen looked on at the end of last summer, she’d danced naked in full body contact with Greg at Zoe’s party and glimpsed Greg making out with Karen out in the lake there. What’s more they’d watched from behind a tree as she’d got herself laid by her date for the night. It was that sort of party.

Then there’d been the threesome Karen had organised between the three of them; which Kate knew would be the one and only time she’d actually get to have sex with Greg.

So enjoying a few sneaked bounces of his cock against her womanhood as she’d greeted him was, in her mind, nothing really. As for the dismount. Well, that was pure accident. She hadn’t really thought about the fact that as she dismounted, his erection would have no-where else to go except between her legs. A quick and innocent thrill for both of them was all she saw in it.

Luke noticed Kate had at least readjusted her pants while he was being greeted by the other two. For about ten minutes they stood around chatting; the normal animated small talk of friends who hadn’t seen each other for a long while and were at the end of a long drive.

Then Karen announced that, after their long run on what had become a fairly muggy morning, she really needed a dip in the ocean. She wondered if they’d excuse Greg and herself while they freshened up. Kate indicated they wait for them back by the gully, and took Luke’s hand to lead him back to where they were sitting as Karen and Greg headed down to the water.

When they got back to their towels, Kate didn’t stop. Instead, with her free hand she bent down, scooped up the towels, and led Luke into the gully; shaking the sand off them as she walked.

“They’re going to be half an hour. They usually do a couple of k’s of swimming when they get started.”

That wasn’t what Luke thought he heard. He understood they were just going to freshen up. Still, it seemed Kate had something in mind and Luke thought he was going to enjoy it. She knew her friends; why resist or debate the issue? Already he was enjoying the sensation of the flood of blood into his manhood as it anticipated what was to come; following a step behind where he could see Kate’s bikini top ties swingingly temptingly as she walked.

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