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The Hotshot Hotwife Encounter

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The early evening sun felt warm on her skin as Rina enjoyed her tea. Sitting in the backyard with a book, Rina had developed a routine for herself. Mornings were spent in looking after the house and doing errands. Afternoons were for lunch, either alone or with her girlfriends at a nearby restaurant. Evenings were for her – a time when she enjoyed readying, sometimes with a cup of tea, sometimes while relaxing in a bubble bath, and sometimes just in bed in very cozy attire. Rina was an avid reader and loved to read whenever time permitted. Her nights were for her husband – Vishal. The man of her dreams whom she loved dearly.

Rina and Vishal had been married 4 years. Vishal was an engineer at a private firm and was very good at his job. He was in Research and Development and at 33 was already a Vice–President of New Technologies. However, success always has a price. He had long hours and often traveled. When traveling within India, he could take Rina with him, but couldn’t do so on international trips. Rina understood of course and although she missed Vishal terribly when he was away, Rina was often patient and understanding. However, everyone has a breaking point and Rina felt that she was fast approaching hers.

Vishal had been in England for two weeks and this had been this 6th trip this year. His company was expanding and Vishal was given the responsibility of spearheading the project. This meant Vishal had to travel out of the country frequently and even when he was in India, he had to work late. Vishal and Rina hardly got any time together and the strain between them was starting to show.

One weekend, sensing that Rina was not happy, Vishal made dinner reservations at a high end romantic restaurant. Rina was thrilled and took her time in getting ready. She wore an exquisite chocolate colored silk sari with gold embroidery that highlighted her brown eyes. Her blouse was sleeveless and had deep back by design. Her exposed back was gently tickled by the long black hair which she kept loose. She put the finishing touches to her make-up and took a moment to admire herself in the full length mirror. At 26, Rina was a knock-out and she knew it. She was 5’4, not at all short by Indian standards, and slim. She maintained her 120 lb frame by working out religiously watching her diet. Her 26-inch waist was bare except for the gold chain she had decided to wear over her low tied sari knot. Rina also sported a very feminine 36-inch hips and her best feature were her 38-inch bust line which was accentuated by her blouse’s low cut design Her fair skin was almost flawless. Yes indeed, Rina was a knock-out and she knew it!

Rina walked out of the room to the living Room where Vishal was waiting. Vishal took one look at Rina and gasped.

“Oh my God, you look beautiful!”

Rina simple beamed. “Why thank you!”

Vishal walked to over to his gorgeous wife and extended his arm. Rina took her husband’s arm and the couple walked arm in arm out to the car.

Vishal had picked the perfect upscale restaurant. The ambiance reminded Rina of the places they used to go when they were first married. Vishal could hardly keep his hands off Rina even while dining at such fine places. Their dinners would often get hurried so they could rush home for desserts. Sometimes Rina would start fondling Vishal during the car ride home, which wasn’t always a good idea due to traffic. Vishal would have close call on the road, but Rina’s naughty streak would just get her more aroused. She thrilled on the fact that her husband wanted her, needed her, and pined for her. She loved the control her body had over him, loved the way he touched her, caressed her, made love to her. Vishal was a good lover who took care of Rina’s needs, and she responded in turn.

Rina had always been a sensuous woman even before her marriage. Though Vishal was her first man, she had always had a wild imagination. She loved to arouse and satisfy herself. Her love for reading even including erotic literature and she would often fantasize by imagining herself in the erotic plots and experiences of the stories. Her fingers worked magic on her body and she even experimented with toys. Being from a conservation Indian family, Rina could never truly indulge in her fantasies, but was content with her sexual experiences with Vishal. They loved to try new things in the bedroom and kept the spice alive. They had even spent one entire weekend trying out all the positions of the kamasutra. Rina had lost count of the number of times she had orgasmed that weekend.

As much as Rina loved sex, she enjoyed the sensuality even more. The foreplay, the caresses, and the touching. Her body was made to be worshipped. She and Vishal would spend hours kissing. Vishal loved to suck on her nipples, and her supple breasts would often have love bites reminding her of how much Vishal loved them. But Vishal’s greatest asset was his tongue. Vishal loved to lick Rina’s pussy and she loved him even more for it. Rina always kept her pubic canlı bahis şirketleri hair shaved expect for a small triangular patch of hair above her clit which Vishal liked. Vishal could never get enough of Rina’s pussy. The more she got wet, the more he licked. Her odor would intoxicate him and he would use his tongue to take Rina to new heights of pleasure every time. Rina couldn’t complain.

Until now.

Although both of them loved each other without questions, the physical passion had waned after 4 years. Added to the fact that Vishal was working so hard, his frequent trips had left Rina wanting. She had always remained faithful to Vishal but her mind and her eyes had started to wander. She had started to indulge in self pleasure more and more, making it a nightly affair. But tonight was doing to be different.

As the Maitre D escorted them to their seats, Rina was amazed. The table was lit by candles and there was a violin band playing romantic music in the corner. The place was filled with couples lost in their own romantic interludes. She even spotted a couple making a toast each other and sealing it with a kiss. She smiled to her self. The old Vishal was back.

“Oh this place is perfect honey.” She said to Vishal after the Maitre D had left.

“Thank you.” he replied. “I know this past year hasn’t been easy for you, and I wanted to take you some place special.”

“It’s wonderful. Where did you find it?” Rina asked.

“My boss recommended it. He comes here with her wife sometimes.” Vishal replied.

“I hope he isn’t here tonight, or you’ll have to behave yourself through dinner.” Rina said with a sly smile.

Vishal took Rina’s hand and gently caressed it. “I don’t care if he’s is watching. Maybe he’ll learn a few things.” Vishal said with a grin. He picked up her hand and gently kissed her.

“So romantic.” Rina whispered.

“All for you, my sweet.” Vishal said and gently glided his foot on Rina’s sari covered leg. “You look ravishing in the candle light. The way the candle lights are shimmering in your eyes, you truly look heavenly.”

Rina looked into Vishal’s eyes and could see this look of desire forming. His words were like sweet nectar igniting passions. This was going to be a fun dinner. As the waited was taking the order, she could feel Vishal’s feet going up her leg inside her sari. He had slipped off his shoes under table covers and was now making his way up and down her leg. Rina could hardly keep her voice leveled as she completed her order. She knew Vishal did that on purpose as he loved teasing her, testing her sexual control under such situations.

To tease him, she closed her legs, trapping his foot. Apparently Vishal had anticipated this move and with his other foot, gently tickled her bare stomach cause Rina to open her legs on reflex. Resigned to her fate, Rina kept her legs open as Vishal continued to move his foot up and down her leg and gently bringing it higher and higher with every movement.

Above the table, Vishal continued to caress Rina’s hand in his own. He looked into Rina’s eyes, enjoying her turmoil as he teased her under the table. He knew what this was doing to her and he was loving very second of it. It had been a long time he was made Rina feel this wanted and he was going to make it count. Unknown to Rina, he had already tipped the waiter to make sure their service was slow. He wanted as much tease-time with Rina as he could get. Vishal held Rina’s hand a bit tighter as he slid his foot higher and started rubbing Rina’s thigh. Rina had very sensitive thighs and Vishal knew Rina was about to respond very soon. He could see Rina’s conflict.

Rina was taking deeper breaths. She could feel her self get hot. Vishal’s foot rubbing her inner thigh was causing an all too familiar ache in her loins. She could feel her self start to respond. Her face was getting flushed and she knew Vishal could tell even in the dimly let place. She wasn’t wearing a padded bra and her stiff nipples were started to poke out of her blouse. She adjusted her sari to cover them. She could feel her pussy start to get wet as Vishal’s foot was inching closer and closer to her panty covered crotch. She had decided to wear lace panties. Vishal loved lace on her, but unfortunately for Rina, they would be getting very wet and uncomfortable soon. Vishal then moved his foot on Rina’s crotch and starting rubbing his big toe up on her now wet pussy. Rina’s couldn’t take much more of this teasing.

“I wonder what’s taking our dinner so long.” Rina whispered.

“What’s the hurry?” Vishal asked innocently with a smile.

Rina didn’t answer, but as an answer to her prayer, the waiter brought their dinner and drinks. Through-out dinner, Vishal kept teasing Rina with his foot, and Rina kept getting wet. Her nipples new now aching in her fabric and her panties were soaked. Rina could hardly concentrate on the meal, but she didn’t complain. Her body was enjoying the attention and she was once again the canlı kaçak iddaa object of Vishal’s desires.

When the waiter took their plates away and took their dessert order, he refilled their drinks. He looked at Rina who now looked flushed.

“Are you Ok madam?” He asked

“Of course,” she stammered. “I guess the food was bit a bit spicy for my taste but I enjoyed the dinner experience thoroughly.” She added looking at Vishal. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll just freshen up in the ladies room.”

Taking the cue, Vishal reluctantly took his foot out from inside Rina’s sari as she got up. Rina went to the ladies room, and immediately looked in the mirror. She was indeed very red and flushed. She lowered her sari top and noticed that her blouse had become damp with the beads of perspiration that had accumulated on her cleavage. She wiped herself with a napkin, and then went to the stall. She closed the door, and pulled her sari up and saw her panties were thoroughly soaked and had bunched up in her crack. Walking in them was going to be a problem. Vishal was indeed got her ready for tonight and she was more than willing to play. Out of the stall, Rina re-touched her makeup and walked back very elegantly to her table.

“Feeling better?” Vishal asked with a naughty smile.

“Never better” Rina replied slyly. As she sat back, she pulled a small bundle from her hand and handed it to Vishal. “A reward for all your troubles, sir. Please note that this is juts a sample.”

Vishal looked in his hands and say that he was holding a pair of very wet black lace panties that had a very familiar and very intoxicating odor. Vishal closed his eyes, and brought the panties to his nose and took a deep breath. Rina could see him enjoying her musky womanhood, and that aroused her even more. He opened his eyes, and called the waiter.

“Can you please have our desserts wrapped up?” Vishal called the Maitre D. “Also please bring us our check.”

“What’s the hurry?” Rina said slyly recognizing the urgency in her now very horny husband.

Vishal paid the bill, and almost dragged Rina to the car. The drive back home was fast and Rina kept her hand on Vishal’s thigh the entire way back. Once they were home, Vishal picked Rina up, and took her straight to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed, took his jacket off and kissed his wife.

Rina’s mind exploded as she felt her husband lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around him and slipped her tongue into his hot mouth. He responded even more fiercely. Rina and Vishal rolled over in bed fully dressed, giving into their animal passions. Vishal broke their kiss are started to kiss Rina’s neck. He licked a wet trail from her ear down to her throat and continued to the other side and gently blew into Rina’s ear.

Rina’s sighed with pleasure. Vishal kissed her neck seeing the vein throbbing with pleasure. He kissed her neck again, lower this time. He kissed again, lower still and then removed the sari top that was still had Rina’s heaving bosom concealed. Rina could see that Vishal was starting to give into his lust. He pulled the sari wrap and looked at her exposed blouse. She saw the look of pure lust into his eyes.

Resisting the urge to rip the blouse open, Vishal expertly undid the three hooks and admired this wife’s bra clad beauties. Rina was wearing a black lace bra that did nothing to conceal her dark and hard nipples. Rina’s cleavage was sweaty and hot and the breasts were rising and falling with very breath. Rina felt her breasts were enticing Vishal even more with her every breath. Vishal pulled the bra straps down Rina’s shoulders and in one swift motion pulled her bra cups down free to his conquests from their prison.

Rina knew she had amazing breasts. They complimented her figure perfectly, and often got looks whenever she went out. Her dark nipples were stark contrast to her fair skin and her nipples were large that stuck out almost an inch when she was aroused. She also knew that Vishal was in love with her breasts and loved to suck on them. Rina just closed her eyes as Vishal started to massage her breasts in his strong hands. She felt his hot mouth wrap on her breast and his tongue flicked her nipple. Her hard nipple responded immediately by twitching in his mouth. Rina could feel her body coming alive even more and her bare pussy was seeping her juices down her legs into the sari’s inner skirt.

Vishal unleashed the lust he had always felt for his wife and sucked on Rina’s breast with vigor. He moved from one breast to the other, not able to get enough of them. He sucked on one while his hands massaged the other. He gently pinched one nipple with his fingers and nibbled on the other at the same time. Rina responded to each pain/pleasure filled bite with a sharp intake of breath. Vishal loved the fact that he could pleasure his wife so fully and this encouraged him even more.

Rina opened her eyes, and saw Vishal undoing the sari knot and pulling it down in a crumpled heap of cloth. He canlı kaçak bahis expertly undid the knot of the inner-skirt and then pulled it down in one swift motion opening her wet womanhood in all her glory for his devouring pleasure.

“Oh lord!” Vishal said lustily.

He quickly undid his tie and took off his shirt and got between Rina’s welcoming legs bare-chested. Rina’s could feel her pussy quiver in anticipation. She looked down between her legs and could see Vishal parting her legs. She folded her legs and dropped them to either sides. Vishal started to lick her inner thighs from her knees all the way to her pussy coming just close enough to not lick her. He was still teasing her!

“Oh Vishal, please don’t tease me any more. I can’t take it. I’m so wet for you, please let me feel your tongue.” Rina panted.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” Vishal said in a husky voice.

“Lick my pussy, please! Taste my juices. Make me more wet and suck my clit. Make me cum in your face.” Rina groaned giving into her lust.

Vishal licked Rina’s dripping pussy in one broad stroke from bottom to top. Rina gave an animal-like moan.

“OOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!More, I want more!”

Vishal heeded his wife’s moans and licked her slit with the tip of his tongue. Her pussy opened liked a blossoming rose for him and he delved into her wetness with the eagerness that Rina loved. He licked her pussy as deep as he could letting her juices fall on his tongue. He brought his lips to her pussy and kissed her quivering womanhood. He licked his tongue up and teased Rina’s clit. Rina’s clit was almost half an inch wide when aroused and would turn bright red. Vishal had learned to recognize this as a sign of Rina’s intense arousal and cupped his lips around the now throbbing clit.

“Ohh yeas!” was all Rina could muster Rina reach between her legs and pulled Vishal’s face into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his head and pulled him in as much as she could. She was on the verge of her orgasm. She could feel it rising from her being like a thunderous force.

“Suck me baby, I’m gonna cum soon” She panted

“Mmph, yes, cum on my face” Vishal said in a muffled voice in between his licks. He was now licking her slit and could see her clit get redder with ever stroke of her tongue. Rina was going to cum. Vishal held Rina’s legs apart as she came on his face. Rina was a squirter and he loved it when she came in his mouth. Her juices tasted like sweet nectar and he considered himself the luckiest man to have married a woman with such a talent.

Rina’s body continued to tremble as her orgasm washed over her. Vishal eased his licks and moved over to her and layed down next to her holding her. Rina considered Vishal to be very good looking and she liked that fact that he kept himself in shape for her. Now it was her turn.

Rina made Vishal lie on his back and then unbuckled his let and pants. She quickly took off his pants and underwear and immediate swallowed his semi-hard cock.

“Oh yea baby! Suck that cock!” Vishal moaned.

Rina loved sucking his cock. She rolled her tongue over his manhood in her mouth and felt him come to full hardness. Vishal was not circumcised so Rina pulled his foreskin back with her hand and licked his exposed head which was now seeping pre-cum. Rina loved the way Vishal reacted to her oral attacks. She pulled out his cock and licked his shaft all the way down to his balls. She then did something that she knew drives Vishal crazy. She sucked on his ball and gently took one into her mouth. As she rolled her tongue over it, she gently pressed her finger on his asshole and right beneath his balls.

“Argh!!” Vishal groaned as his cocked swelled even more in response.

Rina eyes widened in hunger as Vishal cock snaked front of her eyes. She took his balls out of her mouth and straddled Vishal. Then she lifted her self up and lowered her pussy into his rod feeling him stretch her pussy as he entered her. Being on top was Rina’s favorite position as she could ride Vishal to her heart and pussy’s content. She took his entire length in her letting her pussy adjust to his swollen shaft. Vishal rose up and hugged Rina feeling her velvety softness envelop his cock.

Vishal also enjoyed this position because not only could he be inside Rina’s hot love-hole but he could also play with her luscious breasts at the same time. As Rina started to rock herself back and forth on his cock, Vishal took her nipples in his mouth and started to suck. Vishal’s mind was now blank and his raw sexuality aroused Rina to no ends. She started to grind her pussy on his cock with every movement rubbing her clit on him feeling his tongue do wonders on her nipples.

Rina started to squeeze her pussy muscles as she fucked Vishal and Vishal responded with sucking her nipples ever harder. She could feel his cock twitching inside her and knew that Vishal was close. Close to cumming, close to filling her aching pussy with his manhood, close to pushing her off her own edge.

Feeling his impending climax. Vishal wrapped his arms around Rina’s waist and intensified her movement. He could feel her juices drip down his cock. He was getting close, and his balls were tightening. Any second now!

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The Girl of Your Dreams

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Did you notice the picture I inserted in the envelope with this letter? I bet you didn’t notice that her eyes are hazel. You probably saw the blonde hair, and once you unfolded the glossy photo I bet you noticed her perky breasts and her nails, resting on her hips, not so subtly pointing at her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

You’re probably wondering why I sent you a centerfold along with this letter. Me. The same woman who gives you that look every time I catch you checking out another woman. The same woman who despises any kind of porn. So why am I sending you this then? Because I want you to know that as sexy this pinup is, as delicious as she is, I’m even canlı bahis better.

Would you say she’s perfect? Not one inch of detectable fat on her, large buoyant breasts that defy gravity and nature, narrow waist, and sloped hips.

My breasts sag more than hers do, but they are full and luscious, with nipples that scream out to be sucked. Touch her breasts. Nice and glossy aren’t they? Mine are warm and waiting to be pressed up against your glorious, manly chest. Much later you’ll find out just how soft and smooth they are when your cock glides in and out of the valley between them.

You’re drooling, aren’t you? I’m imagining if you were here and bahis siteleri drooling over me as you are now. I’m imagining to your surprise a trail of saliva escaping out of your mouth and dropping onto on to my pointed nipple, splattering it and covering it, falling down the underside of my breast, down to my undulating tummy where it drains into my navel. I gasp and tighten my stomach muscles again, and your saliva slopes down and gets lost in the tangled growth below.

My, it’s wet down there! And it has nothing to do with your adventurous saliva. Just thinking about this is enough to make me wet, but I have also been touching myself. So not only is my bahis şirketleri cunt sopping wet, but so are my fingers, which I have now just wiped on this letter. Can you smell me? As I touch myself with my fingers I imagine each way that you touch me: with your fingertips that rub my clit and slide up my cunt, your tongue that kisses and flitters across all my secret and magical places, and your magnificent cock that fills me completely.

As you can probably tell from my jumpy handwriting, my love, I’m about to cum. Are you? Yes, I’m about to, but I won’t. I’m pulling my panties back up and I’ll keep them on until I see you tomorrow. When we are together again and we embrace I want you to inhale deeply and whisper in my ear if you can smell me.

So go ahead, my love, stare at this centerfold all you want because I know when you close your eyes you’ll be dreaming of me.

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The Girl from Lima Ch. 03

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Dr Gregorio Aquino awoke to the same 7am alarm he could’ve sworn he turned off the previous morning. Still, at least he wasn’t hungover this time. Silencing his smartphone, he extended his right arm without looking round. To his mild bewilderment, his groping hand found the other half of the king-size bed empty.

Rubbing shards of rheum from his eyes, Gregorio sat up. Across the room, he could see the bare brown back of Serafina Concessao. He was a tad puzzled by the size of the skin folds around her hips; they should only be that generously proportioned with her skirt on. As his eyes worked their way down, his eyebrows raised he saw the waistband of her green-and-white plaid skirt.

The eighteen-year-old Indian was standing over the ironing board from the walk-in closet. Gregorio kept his questions to himself as he leant back against the bed’s leatherbound headboard, taking in the scene that had inspired an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.

It took him back nine years, to an evening he’d spent escorting a so-called dignitary around some post-conference junket in his capacity as a United Nations interpreter. When his client had become too drunk to annunciate anything for Gregorio to translate, he’d struck up a conversation with one of the champagne waitresses to kill time.

At party’s end, their conversation had felt sufficiently unfinished for Gregorio to invite her back to his apartment. After talking about God knows what for God knows how long, the pair passed out in his lounge fully clothed. The following morning, he’d awoken to the smell of hot steam.

He’d opened his eyes to the sight of his guest in a plaid skirt (with a different pattern to Serafina’s) and bra, ironing the white shirt she apparently wore for both work and high school. Within a week, she effectively moved into his guestroom. Within a couple months of her graduation, he and Sachiko were married.

“Going somewhere?” he asked in English.

“Just making myself presentable,” replied Serafina without looking around.

“Don’t forget you’ll be wearing layers.”

“You didn’t see the creases. It looked like a bloody Kleenex.”

Gregorio couldn’t help smiling at the richness of her Indian accent. It was a pleasure to hear someone not water down their native twang for local consumption, something he’d previously been guilty of.

“You could’ve taken it off sooner, you know?”

“Hindsight,” said Serafina, waving a hand dismissively.

Gregorio grinned. Once he’d come around after firing his first salvo, the pair had disrobed and indulged in multiple encores. He couldn’t remember quite how many more loads he’d shot overnight, but he wasn’t about to ask whether she had the pills she’d mentioned last night to on hand. He didn’t want to jeopardize any further encores by antagonizing the girl.

Sliding out of bed, Gregorio raided the suitcase lying open on the floor for clean underwear. Slipping past the topless Serafina, he visited the bathroom. Having applied a fresh coat of gel to his short black hair, he stepped out in time to watch Serafina buttoning up her shirt. He stood there, gawking shamelessly until her ample and entirely braless bust had (mostly) disappeared beneath the garment.

“Forgetting something?” asked Gregorio, eyeing the bra still lying at the foot of the bed.

“It’s too bloody small. You saw how it exploded last night,” said Serafina, popping her collar to put on her red necktie. She paused when she noticed Gregorio still gawping at her chest. Her umber nipples were staring back at him through the translucent white fabric, “It’s like you said, I’ll be wearing layers.”

Gregorio struggled to break ‘eye’ contact with them until her emerald green blazer intervened. Returning to his suitcase, he fished out blue jeans and a white shirt of his own. Once dressed, he did a quick sweep of the floor to ensure Serafina hadn’t left any other surprises for the maid before joining her by the door.

“Want me to button up again?” asked the Indian, pulling on her jade overcoat.

“Hold that thought,” replied Gregorio, reaching for his wallet.

Down in the first-floor elevator lobby, a waiting bellboy nearly dropping the dry-cleaning he was holding as the doors rolled open and Serafina walked by. Gregorio followed close behind, carrying her coat and blazer over his arm. She left a trail of rubberneckers en route to the front door, where the epauletted doorman forgot to tip his top hat.

Out on the street, Gregorio proposed doubling the wager. Despite the shrill breeze blowing in off the Atlantic, Serafina gamely agreed. The duo proceeded around the block in lockstep, the wobbling umber medallions beneath her shirt clearing them a path all the way to a certain Puerto Rican café. Outside the eatery, the schoolgirl graciously accepted her blazer in addition to a $100 bill.

Once coffee and mallorcas had been consumed, Gregorio let slip he felt obliged to find a late Easter Sunday mass to attend. He was more surprised than he should’ve been illegal bahis when Serafina said she’d join him. He was still kicking himself for not figuring out her Goan background sooner when they filed into the back of the church Gregorio had frequented for a decade.

Trusting his fellow congregants (most of whom he still recognized) wouldn’t mistake Serafina for a cosplaying hooker, he didn’t stop her removing her coat for the mass. Afterwards, they made a beeline for the hotel where a familiar limousine was already parked in the semi-circular driveway.

Once Gregorio had settled his bill, he joined the schoolgirl on a bench while his turbaned chauffeur Mr. Jethani loaded the limo’s trunk.

“Well, Miss Concessao-“

“Why so formal all of a sudden?”

“My apologies. Elephant_Rider61 it is.”

“Sera’s good enough for most people,” said Serafina, smirking as she noticed the Honduran’s gaze not quite lining up with hers.

Half an hour later, the limo was cruising through Brooklyn. Mr. Jethani had been less than enthused with the requested detour, although the $500 in his pocket had eased the blow to his professional pride. The money hadn’t quite bought his passengers the absolute privacy they thought they were paying for, but a man had to look out for his upholstery.

Besides, Gregorio was much too distracted by the bare breasts bouncing in front of his face (among other things) to notice a three-centimeter gap at the top of the divider.

“Thanks for everything, Sera,” Gregorio half-whispered as the car pulled up outside JFK.

The bottomless schoolgirl climbed off his lap, flopping into the cream leather seat beside him. Her bare chest still heaving, the best she could manage was a dopy smile and limp wave as he fixed his jeans and exited the limo. It was past midnight when he finally reached San Toribio.

After his obligatory trip to Easter Monday mass the next morning, Gregorio spent the afternoon in his lounge. He kept one eye on whatever soccer game the local UniMás affiliate was showing, and the other on a heap of ungraded practice test papers on his coffee table. The sport was forgotten completely as he picked up the paper bearing the name of Xiomara Qinallata.

He read each scrawled answer almost reverentially, marveling at the quantum leap her English had taken in under two semesters. Then, having drawn a D on the cover page, Gregorio got up and walked through to his dining room-cum-stationery cupboard.

Grabbing a pad of yellow Post-It notes, he began to carefully write something. Ten discarded notes later, he peeled off the eleventh and slapped it on the inside cover of Xiomara’s paper. Depositing it into his briefcase, Gregorio was disappointed to find the act didn’t do more to calm his nerves.

He awoke the next morning feeling as tense as the elastic on Serafina’s old bra. His briefcase was checked on three separate occasions to ensure that all-important test paper was still there. He’d just put the key into the ignition of his Ram pickup truck when he had to run back inside and retrieve the other papers off his coffee table.

Not finishing them all last night proved to be a blessing in disguise. Between periodic sweeps for illicit translator app usage, they provided a welcome distraction from his internal monologue, making the wait for the lunch bell marginally less tortuous. Gregorio forewent his customary lunchtime cigarette, aware that he might smoke a half a carton in his current frame of mind.

When the bell rang, Xiomara was again one of the last girls to drift in. As was the way with most twelfth-grade classes at Zumárraga Prep by this point of the school year, the Peruvian wasn’t the only one with a bun in the oven, though she was the furthest along. Coming to the end of her second trimester, her standard blue-and-black plaid skirt had been exchanged for one with an elasticated waistband.

Besides the abdominal bulge, there was little to tell Xiomara apart from the girl he’d fucked in October. Though clingier in places, her sky-blue polo shirt remained neatly tucked in and buttoned to the neck; her thick black hair was still divided into two symmetrical breast-length plaits; and her legs remained unseen beneath her knee-length skirt and white knee socks.

Gregorio watched the girl maneuver into her seat in the front row, no more than two meters in front of him. She went through the usual motions of avoiding eye contact as he briefed the class on their assignment. With no papers left to grade, Gregorio spent most of the ensuing ninety-minute lesson clockwatching.

With seconds to go, the teacher positioned himself by the classroom door, holding a pile of graded practice papers in hand. After the bell, he called each of the twenty-five girls by name. They made all manner of noises — joyful squeaks, incredulous gasps, mournful sighs — upon seeing their grades. True to form, he didn’t hear a peep out of Xiomara.

After the final bell, Gregorio paid homage to an old ritual, waiting a illegal bahis siteleri full fifteen minutes before departing his classroom. The instant the clock’s long hand twitched onto the three, he was out the door, treading the familiar path to a certain fourth-floor classroom. Finding it as empty as it usually was, he didn’t let it faze him.

The walk up here from the science department was a traipse at the best of times. He could only imagine how much more of a slog it would be with a passenger aboard. Such thoughts, plus a view of the school’s softball diamond where a team was practicing, sustained him for half-an-hour. That was until the rumble of thunder drew his gaze skyward.

When the ominous grey clouds cut short softball practice, Gregorio bowed to the inevitable. Picking up his briefcase, he made a break for the parking lot before he risked being washed away. Shortly thereafter, he was sitting in his lounge. Clothes still damp from the run indoors, he pensively watched water streak down the window as he fought the urge to feel completely crushed by her no-show.

If Xiomara wasn’t out of his head in a couple months, she would at least be out of his eyeline. By way of distraction, Gregorio took out his phone and opened up Holler, the hook-up app he’d found Serafina with. Blithely scrolling through local prospects, he soon realized he was specifically looking for faces he’d seen walking the hallways of Zumárraga Prep.

Deferring to his subconscious, Gregorio went on scrolling until he struck gold. Mayan gold, in fact. ‘ChelDorada’, a Guatemalan girl better known around school as Miguela, had even used a profile picture with the oversized sky-blue collar of her uniform polo in frame. Skimming through the do and don’ts in her profile, he was happy to note she too was no fan of watersports.

Optimistic a girl outgoing enough to be on this app wouldn’t be averse to fucking a man with the authority to give her detention, his right index finger drifted towards the big orange Holler button. Then, his doorbell rang. His digit hovered over the touchscreen, hoping it was just a ring-and-run. A frenzied burst of follow-up rings put paid to that.

Grudgingly, Gregorio put his smartphone back down on the coffee table and trudged into the hallway. Intending to keep it ajar, the door swung wide open under its own momentum when he saw who was standing in his porch.

“Miss Qinallata?”

“This had better be good,” said Xiomara flatly, rainwater dripping off the tip of her aquiline nose.

Even with the brown eyes that’d avoided him for five months now staring him in the face, Gregorio’s were preoccupied looking the girl up and down. She looked like she’d swum here. Beneath her black cardigan – an optional extra to Zumárraga Prep’s uniform – he could see the deluge had turned her polo a deeper shade of blue.

“What better be good?” asked Gregorio, obligingly stepping aside as the soggy schoolgirl entered, tired of waiting to be invited. He grimaced at the dark circle that started to form on his hallway carpet beneath her.

“What do you think?” blurted Xiomara, showering him with water droplets as she threw up her arms in exasperation. She reached into the backpack hanging off her left shoulder and produced a small yellow projectile she threw at his feet.

“That’s why you’re here?” said Gregorio, eyes shooting up from the crumpled Post-It note.

“It said you wanted to talk, didn’t it?” replied Xiomara, folding her arms across her chest.

“Why not just come after school?” he asked.

“Because I had a scan,” she retorted, “Sorry if I couldn’t run up three floors to tell you first.”

Gregorio was about to apologize when he replayed her words in his head. As if she would’ve been so considerate after ghosting him for so long. Letting it slide, he wasn’t prepared to be so easy-going about the puddle on his carpet.

Before ushering her through to the lounge, Gregorio relieved the girl of her sodden cardigan. Taking note of the lack of bra lines around the shoulders of her suddenly skin-tight polo, he directed her to take a seat on the green leather couch. Meanwhile, he ran upstairs to his overstocked linen closet to grab as many towels as one man could carry.

Upon his return to the lounge, Gregorio froze. Xiomara had indeed parked herself at one end of the three-seated leather couch. She’d also seen fit to remove her plaid skirt, which was draped over a nearby radiator, looking for all the world like a tartan dishtowel. However, her bare legs weren’t to blame for his paralysis. It was the sight of his smartphone in her hands.

“Is this for real?” asked Xiomara deliberately, lowering the device. From his vantage point, Gregorio caught a glimpse of the screen. As feared, it was still showing Miguela’s Holler profile.

“So what if it is?” replied Gregorio coolly, walking over and dumping the six folded towels in her lap at once.

“But that’s Miguela-” she said, flinching as her teacher snatched his phone out canlı bahis siteleri of her unsuspecting hand.

“I’m glad you can recognize your fellow students,” he said tersely, taking a seat at the opposite end of the same couch, “Don’t tell me you disapprove of teacher-student relationships.”

Fixed with a withering glare, the Peruvian didn’t wilt. In fact, her eyes narrowed: “Is that why you wanted to meet?”

Gregorio sighed heavily: “No, Miss Qinallata, it wasn’t. I was more interested to know why you’ve refused to so much as look at me since October.”

Like clockwork, her right thumb and forefinger found their way to her polo’s top button and duly pinched it. Simultaneously, her front teeth set to work gnawing her lower lip whilst her left hand idly rubbed her nascent baby bump. The schoolgirl shifted in her seat, her soaked lilac boyshorts peeling off the leather.

“I guess I was scared,” said Xiomara slowly, as if agonizing over every word until it left her mouth, “If one of the other girls noticed us acting all friendly just as my morning sickness kicked in. I mean, loads of them already knew about the tutorials-“

“I think you’re giving your classmates a little too much credit there,” interjected Gregorio.

His guest emitted a deep sigh, “I was more worried about you, okay?”

“Worried how?” asked the Honduran, cocking an eyebrow.

“Like you, uh, might change your mind about me keeping the baby.”

Gregorio’s brown eyes widened at the implication: “Miss Qinallata, knowing me as you do, there’s no way in a million years you could’ve reasonably made that assumption.”

She let out another sigh, deeper than the last, “But what if I’d told you might never see this baby?”

“Miss Qinallata, I’m your teacher. One wrong move and I’ll be lecturing at UNAH for the rest of my life. I’m under no illusions about being able to play daddy.”

“You don’t get it, Dr Aquino,” said Xiomara, shaking her head, “I’m not having the baby in San Toribio. After I graduate, I’m going home.”

“And when did you decide this?” asked Gregorio measuredly.

Unnerved by his ominous expression, Xiomara looked away, pinching her polo’s top button again: “About five minutes after the pregnancy test turned blue.”

“Uh-huh,” he muttered, “How soon after you graduate?”

“The same day.”

“Who’s paying?”

“I am,” she said indignantly, “I worked enough shifts at Lucia’s dad’s shops.”

“But not enough to afford a new bra?”

Xiomara sucked in her lips as she glanced down at her breasts. They were yet to seriously inflate, but the cold water soaking through her polo had well and truly fortified her nipples. She shrugged.

“Lucia’s mom cut my hours after I started showing. Do you know how expensive those things are?”

“No, actually.”

“Well, they’re not worth it.”

“I can’t say I’ve noticed any wobbling in class.”

“I still wear it for school. Too many guys think its ok to poke the cute little Indian girl.”

Gregorio opted not to enquire about the sexual harassment, lest she mistake his curiosity for naivete: “Have your foster-family encouraged you to leave?”

Xiomara shook her head vigorously, looking shocked at the mere suggestion.

“Absolutely not! Mrs. Vivanco’s been great to me. Everyone in San Toribio has. It’s just that, well, coming to America was a mistake.”

“I see,” said Gregorio pensively, “Was I part of that mistake?”

The squeak of Xiomara’s wet shirt and underwear against the couch’s green leather failed to raise a smirk on the Honduran’s face as she sidled up to him. Without a word, she grabbed his right wrist and pressed his open palm against her damp belly.

“This wasn’t a mistake,” she said in a hushed but firm tone, “Neither were you.”

He looked down at his manipulated hand, then up at her. Holding her unflinching gaze for a few seconds, he began to lean in. This time, there was no index finger to stop him planting a kiss on her reddish-brown lips. He drew his face back a few millimeters, only for her mouth to pursue his for an encore as long as it was unexpected.

The two remained lip-locked while Gregorio, craving the feel of her bare skin, pulled the hem of her sodden polo most of the way over her bump. She was still at stage where it looked like she was breathing out extravagantly. Slightly surprised at how soft to the touch the stretched skin was, he started to delicately rub her belly.

After a time, Gregorio felt his slacks starting to tent. He broke the prolonged kiss and proceeded to place a series of them from her neck down, tracing a line between her breasts and over her midriff that stopped at the waistband of her lilac underwear. He slipped off the couch, going to remove them before Xiomara gave him a playful kick.

While she dealt with them herself, awkwardly wiggling out of the boyshorts, it struck Gregorio how much latitude being in his own home granted him. Taking full advantage, he stripped bare. Turning to reach down and optimize her position, Xiomara again stayed his hands.

“Not like this,” she said, heaving herself off the couch, “You first.”

“Would an unobstructed view be too much to ask?” said Gregorio wistfully as he lay down supine on the couch.

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Donna knocked at the door and waited. She’d already checked herself in a hallway mirror just outside the elevator so she knew she looked good and everything was in place. It was the right hotel, the right room number, and she’d last checked the watch she carried in her silver clutch-bag in the lobby and counted the seconds since, so she knew she was precisely on time.

The door opened.

“You are Donna?” the man asked.

“That’s me, Mr….?”

He smiled. “Smith, for now,” he said, and held the door open wide for her.

He was in his fifties, slim, well dressed in expensive casual clothes. Just what she expected from the address. The Parker wasn’t the type of hotel for the average traveler. That was why she’d worn her finest black dress with the plunging neckline and some subtle gold jewelry. Even so, her finest felt terribly insufficient as she walked into his suite.

The carpet was thick as sod. The walls were festooned with paintings and tapestries. The furniture was old and heavy with hand-carved filigree. Domed ceilings towered overhead, and from the centers of each room hung crystal chandeliers sparkling with almost hurtful brilliance.

Mr. Smith shut the door.

“I’m delighted you could come,” he said. “And I admire your punctuality.”

Donna said nothing. She’d learned long ago to let the client do most of the talking. She wasn’t there for conversation, he hadn’t hired her to listen to her speak. And in the meanwhile her self-imposed silence gave her time to absorb the grandeur of the place.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” he asked, noticing her fascination with the décor. “I always stay here when in the city. Champagne?”

He stood near a draped cart on which sat a silver tray, an ice bucket from which protruded a green glass bottle at an odd angle, and two crystal flutes. Fruit decorated the rest of the cart surface; plump grapes, ripe pears and such.

“It’s not the house bilge,” he said when she neither accepted nor declined. “It’s from my own vineyards. I always travel with my own. That way I know I’ll have the best.”

Donna joined him at the cart. He worked the cork free with a subdued pop and poured. Resetting the bottle in the ice he handed her a glass and tinged his own against it.

“To tonight,” he said.

She nodded, smiled, and sipped.

Donna was no aficionado of fine wines. In fact, she usually preferred either a beer or something hard like vodka. But the champagne slid into her like liquid silk and left the most amazing tingle on her tongue and palette.

“You approve,” he said, watching her face. “Good.”

He walked towards the wall of windows surrounded by burgundy drapes.

“I trust your employer gave you all the particulars of this engagement?” he asked, watching the city sprawl out below him.

“He’s not my employer,” she corrected.

Without turning around he said, “Your agent, then. Whatever the relationship. Did he tell you precisely what was expected here?”

She wasn’t sure what he meant. “He told me where and when,” she said. Usually if clients have specific requirements — costumes and props for role-playing favorites — Cassius tells her. He’d said nothing about tonight.

“I suspected he wouldn’t,” Smith said. “He’s not an honest man, you know. You deserve better.”

Maybe she did, but that wasn’t any of Smith’s or anybody else’s business.

“Well, then,” Smith said, turning about and coming back to the cart for a refill. “I will give you the opportunity to refuse and leave, no questions asked, with whatever your normal fee is.”

Donna sipped her wine. “What did you have in mind?”

Smith smiled. “Your liberation,” he said, and drank. “The proposal is this. If I like what you do, then I will pay you enough so that you will never have to do this sort of thing again.”

Donna smiled and had all she could do to keep from laughing. She’d had clients offer to support her before, set her up in exclusive apartments, to sit on a shelf, so to speak, until they required her pleasures again. As tempting as some of them had been, she’d always refused.

“I have one million dollars in cash,” Smith said, “somewhere in these rooms. It’s yours if everything goes well.”

Donna stopped breathing for a second, because he said it so well she almost believed him.

“A million,” she said, making sure she heard him right.

“In cash,” Smith said. “And I wouldn’t let that weasel you work for have a penny of it. I never mentioned an exact amount to him so he doesn’t know. I just said a large reward. Tell him what you will. But the million is yours, if I like what you do.”

She couldn’t decide if he was legit or not. He looked sane, a bit gray, but otherwise in fine shape. His eyes were soft and kind, not at all like the eyes of man who plays games a lot.

“And, if you don’t like?” she asked coyly.

Smith drained his glass. “Ah, there’s the part he didn’t want to tell you, I’m afraid.” He offered her more champagne. canlı bahis She declined, for the moment.

“Then I get nothing,” she offered. “Not even my normal fee.”

Smith smiled. “It’s not as simple as that,” he said. “If I don’t like what you do,” and he said this next part as flatly as if he were accustomed to such talk, “I get to kill you.”

She dropped her glass. It was empty, so nothing spilled, and the carpet was so plush it didn’t break. Smith came to her, squatted down to retrieve the long, skinny flute, and handed it to her. When he brandished the bottle again she allowed him to fill it.

“You’re serious,” she said.

“Perfectly.”

She drank.

“Why?”

Smith wandered back toward the window again. “Why?” he asked back. “Because, my dear, I am dieing. Some disease has gotten hold of me and the best doctors on the planet have given me no hope at all of seeing another year.”

He faced her again.

“No worries, my dear, it isn’t something catching. It’s genetic, so I suppose I have my parents to thank for it. They also said it won’t prove debilitating until the very end, so I suppose I have that much to be thankful for as well. Anyway, because of all this my money has become worthless to me. I may as well give it away, which is essentially what I’ve been doing for the past six months. You should have seen the tip I gave the bellboy for bringing up my bags.” He laughed, recalling the look on the young man’s face when he saw the denomination Smith had slipped into his hand.

“You’ve done this before?”

“Oh, yes, of course,” he said. “London, Madrid, Paris, Rome. Now here. Now you.”

She worried about asking the next question, but asked it anyway.

“And has anyone gotten the million?”

“Oh, they all have,” he said. “I’m a man of simple pleasures.”

Then, this was easy money. But, easy money always came at risk.

“Then, why the bit about…?”

“Killing you? I don’t know, it just adds a bit of spice to the proceedings, don’t you think? I’ve never killed anybody before. I should think I’d like to know what that feels like at least once before I die. So, you see, I have two reasons for all this. One is to give away my money before my bloodsucking relations and lawyers tear my estate to shreds post mortem, as they say, and the other is to know what it feels like to squeeze the life out of somebody, to watch the eyes go blank, to feel the body surrender and become just so much empty detritus.”

Too many thoughts ran through her head at once. The smart thing to do was take her normal fee and leave, because this man clearly was not playing with a full deck. But, the prospect of all that money was proving far more of a temptation than she could turn away from. And if he was telling the truth and had given millions away to all those other women then why not her, too? Unless of course it was all a lie.

“I don’t suppose I could see the money?” she asked.

Smith smiled apologetically. “I’m afraid not,” he said.

What if there was no million? What if this was his idea of a cruel joke, and the reason Cassius had never mentioned any of this was because this sick fuck had just dreamed it up in the last few minutes before she arrived?

“Let me put it to you this way,” Smith said, reading the confusion in her face. “One outcome could be we do it and I pay you the regular fee, tell you it was all a cruel joke, and send you on your way. You’d be no worse off than if I’d never said a word about anything else. Another is, I’m telling you the truth, and afterwards I hand you a suitcase with one million dollars in American currency and you get to live whatever kind of life you’ve always dreamed of.”

“And another is, you kill me.”

Smith smiled. “Have you no confidence in yourself, my dear?” he asked, moving close to her. “You are a professional.” The back of his fingers gently caressed her cheek. “A very pretty professional.” That hand went down her throat to her exposed chest. “And talented, besides,” he went on. “You don’t get paid large sums of money because you are ordinary. You are special, and you’ve proven your abilities by reaching the level of success you now enjoy.” He withdrew the hand, and assumed a more businesslike air. “If you have any confidence at all this should not be a difficult decision.”

She drained her glass.

“Then let’s do it,” she said.

Smith smiled. “Splendid,” he said, and placed both their glasses on the cart, took her hand, and escorted her to the bedroom.

“The bath’s in there, if you’d like to freshen up,” he said, indicating yet another room to the side.

Donna excused herself and went there, closing the door not entirely. She always left bathroom doors ajar, inviting the client who wished to come in and observe. Some of them liked that. Smith, apparently, did not.

The room was all white tile and mirrors, with gold fixtures and white porcelain devices. It even had a bidet, which she’d never used before and bahis siteleri wasn’t quite sure how to approach. This being no time for experimenting with water, she did what she had to do and washed her hands. She considered getting undressed and re-entering his bedroom naked, but feared he might consider that cheeky. She smoothed the tight wrap of the dress and rejoined him.

The bed was a huge affair, sitting on a raised platform in the middle of the room. Four dark cherry posts rose from the corners and a fine white canopy draped across a framework above, dripping down on all sides like a morning mist cascading down the side of a mountain. The lighting was soft, offset to throw no shadows.

“Music?” Smith asked, and without waiting for an answer touched something on a dresser and soft strings and piano drifted in from unseen speakers.

He came to her, and his hands held her face lovingly as he smiled down at her. His hands then lowered slowly, and for a second encircled her neck before descending lower to her arms. Donna shivered. Smith seemed amused.

The back of the dress had a clasp at the top, then a long open space before a brief zipper opened it to her hips. Smith reached behind her to loosen her garment, and she allowed him to lower it to her waist. His eyes fell on her chest, on the soft swells of her breasts lifted by the frail brassiere. The bra had a small snap between the cups and he reached in gently, barely touching her skin, and opened it. She wriggled her arms at her sides and the bra fell away from her.

“Perfect,” he declared.

And they were. Cassius kept telling her to invest in augmentation surgery but she knew her breasts were just the right size and shape for her body. Anything else would have looked as fake as they’d be.

Her skin was smooth as spilt cream, pale, and her nipples were dark as rosebuds. Smith held them and the nibs puckered to attention, entertaining his fingers for a while. And then he helped ease her dress the rest of the way down, kneeling to assist her as she stepped out of it.

Still kneeling, he slipped her skimpy thong panty down over her hips, guided it past her knees, and she stepped out of it losing her shoes as she did. His face was even with her crotch then, and he admired the clean even skin of her belly and mound for a while, and then leaned his face in and planted a single gentle kiss on her there.

He stood and took her hand, and walked her to the bed. Without direction, she undressed him, slowly, neither one of them in any particular rush. When his chest was exposed she kissed him there in a dozen places, her hands exploring the vast expanses of his reasonably muscular back. He was in excellent shape for a man his age. She wondered if all the talk about a deadly disease wasn’t so much hogwash. Perhaps this was all a game after all.

When she had his pants and boxers down around his ankles he sat on the edge of the bed and she squatted down to remove his shoes and socks. She shoved his clothes aside and held his knees, moving them apart, and then eased into the V his thighs formed.

He had a good erection, nothing massive, nothing deformed. His legs were hairy but his balls were trimmed nicely. She held his cock in her hand and felt it pulse against her palm. It stiffened even more as she lowered her face and kissed the swollen head.

He had told her he was a man of simple pleasures and that had been no lie. He let her suck on him a bit before moving them both up on the bed, and there they engaged in perfectly normal sex acts, nothing overtly kinky or outrageous. He enjoyed putting his mouth on her pussy, his hands cupping her ass as he did so. He entered her in the male superior missionary position, his cock sliding into her waiting wet cunt so nicely she gasped when the full length of it was properly buried. Perhaps he was better endowed than she had assumed.

After a while they flipped over and she straddled his hips, impaling herself on him while he massaged her breasts. On all fours she offered him her ass which he kissed but would not violate. He rode her that way for a while and the insisted on returning to their first position for his culmination.

His face contorted painfully as he came inside her. His cock shot long hot strings of cum and she tightened her muscles to milk him as if she had a hand inside her. He collapsed after he was spent and she held him for a while as he slept.

She must have fallen asleep as well because she woke sometime later to his mouth lapping at her pussy. He gave her a marvelous orgasm that way and she reciprocated by having him lie down propped up with a mountain of pillows while she sucked his cock dry. When his shriveled dick slipped from her lips she climbed up beside him and they slept again.

She awoke alone.

Smells of coffee from the next room dragged her from the bed as if by ropes attached to her nostrils, and she quickly slipped on a robe he had left for her at the foot of the bed.

The bahis şirketleri same cart that had held champagne the night before now held a silver service with coffee and warm pastries. Smith was dressed and pouring them coffee when she entered the room.

Little was said as they ate. The morning sun shone brightly in through the massive windows. Below, the city was coming to raucous life once again. Donna stood watching the traffic and the people all milling about, in such hurries to go nowhere.

“Feeling rested?” Smith asked from behind her.

She hummed in agreement, then said, “And I take it that my still being alive means you were pleased?”

Smith laughed. “More than pleased,” he said.

He came up behind her, wrapped his arms about her middle, hugged her, and kissed the top of her tousled head. “You were superb,” he said.

She twisted in his embrace so they faced each other.

“And?”

Smith laughed and released her. “Get dressed,” he said.

She went back to the bedroom and the bathroom beyond, removed the robe, and washed up before going back to the bedroom naked. If he had been there waiting for him she would have fucked him all over again. He had been a most undemanding lover, and allowed her to relax and enjoy herself instead of always being on alert for whatever particular itch her client of the moment felt needed scratching.

But, he was not. Her clothes were folded neatly on a sideboard. She dressed and rejoined him in the parlor.

Smith moved aside the white drape from the cart and revealed two lower shelves. On one sat a pair of black binoculars, and on the bottom was a small brown leather suitcase, which he pulled out and placed on the nearest chair.

“All yours,” he said, stepping away from it.

Donna watched his face and then watched the suitcase, and after a while she asked, “May I?”

He gestured grandly toward it. “Be my guest,” he said. “The case and all its contents are yours.”

She walked to it, trying not to seem too anxious, and put her hands on the clasps. She hesitated. This could still be some sort of colossal prank. There could be anything inside that suitcase. There could be nothing.

Her thumbs worked the clasps and she flinched when they sprung open.

Donna lifted the lid.

Bundles of cash occupied ever available square inch of space, bulging right up to the top.

“I put a little something extra in there for you,” Smith told her from across the room. “You really were spectacular last night.”

Donna wasn’t quite sure what to do. She stood dumbly staring at the cash.

“You can count it if you like,” he said. “But I assure you, there’s at least a million there.”

It looked real enough. And there certainly was enough of it to add up that far. She closed the case and turned to face him.

“Thank you,” was all she could think to say.

Smith grinned and reached for the house phone. “You are more than welcome, my dear,” he said, then into the receiver he said, “Can we get someone to help a young lady with her bag?”

He hung up. In another minute came a knock at the door and Smith merely said, “Enter,” and a young man in a red bellhop suit came in. The expectant look on his face told her this must have been the same young man whom Smith had so handsomely rewarded the day before.

Smith handed the boy some cash and told him to take the young lady downstairs and put her in a cab for wherever she wanted to go. The money he handed the boy could have bought the cab outright.

Smith came to Donna as the boy hefted the suitcase and he kissed her forehead in an almost fatherly manner. “Thank you so very much,” he whispered to her.

She couldn’t think of anything to say that would express what she felt. She wasn’t even sure what she was feeling to begin with. It was all still so unreal.

She left the room with the bellhop.

Smith went back to the cart and poured himself more coffee. He took the binoculars from under the cart and went to the window. In a few minutes, far below, he saw the bellhop and Donna emerge. Donna got into a yellow cab, the suitcase beside her, and the cab pulled out into traffic.

From the window, Smith could see a great distance, so long as the cab didn’t veer off to either side of the cement and steel gorge laid out before him. He put his cup down and lifted the binoculars to his eyes, found the cab in the ocean of swarming traffic, and followed its progress.

The cab exploded.

Doors flew into the air behind great tufts of smoke and flame. Windows on adjacent vehicles shattered. The sound came next, a crack and rumble, and then the cries of panicked pedestrians scrambling madly for cover.

Smith put the spyglasses down and went back to the phone.

“I’ll be checking out this morning,” he said. “Do have someone here in about an hour to take my things, and have a limo waiting to take me to JFK.”

He hung the phone back in its cradle.

“I feel like Rio,” he said, and for a moment affected the stance of a flamenco dancer while outside sirens wailed as fire and emergency vehicles worked their way through the clog of stymied traffic. He went into the bedroom to pack.

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Part 1 – the girls are mown

The sun had been sweltering all day and even as the shadows lengthened there seemed no let up in the heat. Danielle had been waiting for what seemed hours for her friend. The sweat dripped down her, running from her neck into her dress and seemingly out again from below the hem. It was not really the same trickle, after all there were her knickers to catch any rivulet not caught in the cotton of her red polka dot dress, so it was a quite different rivulet starting on her thigh. But both dress and knickers seemed already soaked. It was lucky she had the foresight to carry a large bottle of water. Nonetheless that was now empty and dropped in the litter bin.

Danielle squinted out against the sun. Where was Siobhan? It was not as if the rendezvous was new or difficult to find. It was where they had met up on the way to and from school and in the holidays back when they were schoolgirls. It was a place alive with memories and laughter. A place they had waited for each other, a place Siobhan knew like the back of her hand. She knew the old green bench she was sitting upon, she knew the tree that gave some shade, she knew the old woman who lived behind the imposing door to the right, she knew the grumpy old man who lived in the less imposing house to the left, she knew the grating in the road which clanked when a passing lorry went over it, she knew… she knew everything except what was behind the old green door.

Across from where she was sitting a really old, or at least she thought it must be very old, brick wall meandered up the dusty street. To say it was featureless would be to miss the texture of the brickwork and the variations in the brick as if it had been built in stages. Perhaps it had been heightened and lengthened at some point and perhaps part of it came from some former building that had stood there. It also had a particular feature relieving the length of orange bricks for, set into it some little way along, was a piercing containing door frame and door. The doorway arched and the green painted wooden door arched with it. To Danielle the door seemed old, leastways the paint was peeling rather badly and always had been since she first noticed it. She had never seen it open and her curiosity about what lay beyond it had grown as she had grown. A curiosity more than shared by her friend Siobhan. A wall with a door in it is perhaps something which intrigues most people. People have a tendency to be nosey and so wish to know what lies beyond. Danielle was interested: Siobhan was perhaps more curious than most.

The orange and red brick wall looked really warm, perhaps hot, in the sunshine. Unlike Danielle it was standing out in the heat of the afternoon without any shade. She could imagine if water was poured it would sputter and disappear in a cloud of steam. Water – yes water – she could do with more. Dare she leave her post and run the risk of missing Danielle and go in search of a shop with bottles of water for sale and perhaps an ice cream?

“Sorry, Danielle.”

Danielle had been looking quite the wrong way for her friend. It had been the wall and the green door she had been looking at. It was hardly likely the door was going to have opened and Siobhan walk out through it but, as always, it was that door which drew her eyes.

“You’re late.”

“Not by much.”

“An hour and twelve minutes. I’ve been waiting longer. I was early.”

“No, I said four o’clock.”

“You didn’t, you said three.”

Even if Siobhan had said four, she would still have been late.

It was a fruitless and irresolvable argument. Neither had a transcript of the conversation, still less a contemporaneous note. Neither bothered with a diary and both would have said there was ‘no need’ not realising that hypothesis had just been disproved.

“What shall we do then? Too hot to do much, Danielle. I need a drink.”

“It is hot.”

“How about…” But what Siobhan’s suggestion was going to be was not imparted to her friend, her eye had caught something unexpected. The door, the green door, which had seemed as firmly shut as usual, perhaps even indicating it had seized up from disuse, was ajar.

“When is a door not a door?” whispered Siobhan

“Sorry?”

“The door, it’s open.”

Over the years Danielle had got used to Siobhan talking about ‘that door.’ If she thought back she would have remembered Siobhan’s improbable story about the magical kingdom beyond the door where little silver fairies lived; more recently her speculation about a recluse hiding himself from the world and only peeping out at it from the keyhole of the green door had been a favourite idea. The old recluse’s dark and hopelessly old fashioned house lying behind the door, dusty, cobwebby, spooky and absolutely captivating. Siobhan had also built up quite another story of a secret garden beyond the wall. A perfect place of flowers, lily ponds and green, green grass.

The reality of a vacant piece of land overgrown with brambles or even some old, unsafe industrial site had seemed the more likely to Danielle. Of course it illegal bahis might just be an ordinary town garden. There were, after all, houses either end of the wall.

“Can we look?”

It had all the hallmarks of a question, the interrogatory ‘Can we’ as well as the verb and the question mark. It had all the hallmarks but was actually an imperative. They were going across the road to take a look. There was no question about it. Siobhan was already moving.

With her hand Siobhan pulled Danielle across the street. It was very like old times. Old times when Siobhan had lead Danielle into all sorts of scrapes. Some men are born leaders, some are born followers. Siobhan and Danielle were women or girls but the same aphorism equally applied. Danielle was not a leader.

The old green door was indeed ajar. Whether it had been unlocked or perhaps never locked was not clear but it was certainly a little open allowing a glimpse beyond, a glimpse about seven feet tall and an inch wide but enough to see through.

“It’s a garden,” whispered Siobhan.

It was not exactly as if Danielle totally felt she could have been knocked over with a feather at the surprise of the imparted news. It was not exactly unexpected. “Really?” She said lengthening the word and trying to sound surprised.

“It’s lovely, Danielle. really lovely.”

And before Danielle could stop her, Siobhan was pushing at the door. It creaked on its hinges and opened enough for her to slip through. It was not in Siobhan’s nature to wonder why the door just happened to be a little open for the first time ever in her memory or who might have watched her friend sitting on the bench opposite the wall and why he or she might have opened the door.

“Siobhan, no!”

It had all the hallmarks of a command, only it was ignored. Siobhan was no longer outside the door: Danielle was there alone. As so often she sighed and followed her friend.

Across the road the ‘grumpy old man’ smiled as he watched the green door gently swing shut behind them. He doubted the girls would have noticed that little detail. Perhaps it would open and let them out again: perhaps it would not.

Siobhan’s mouth was open and Danielle could quite understand why. Beyond the green door the sight that greeted her was anything but a wasteland and to call it just a garden would be very unfair. It was absolutely charming. Perfection indeed. A hidden walled garden in the midst of the town.

All Danielle’s senses were engaged. It was not simply the delight of the colours and freshness of the garden but the scents bathing her nostrils – cut grass, thyme, lavender – was that rose? She could almost taste the scents. Not just sight, taste and smell but her ears were delighted by the tinkling sound of a little fountain. She moved forward from the doorway and the cascading leaves and stems of a multitude of passion flowers brushed against the skin of her arms.

“Siobhan, I…” but Siobhan was already walking further into the garden almost as if entranced, as if under a spell.

Under her feet a brick path leading around the garden parallel to the wall but on the inside. Between it and the wall a flower bed with a profusion of growth and colour. Bees, butterflies and insects hummed and flew around clearly seeking nectar and finding it. Within the bounds of the path and its fellow on the other side a stretch of lawn, Danielle had never seen grass so green. Upon it stood an old petrol lawn mower, perhaps already used, perhaps waiting to cut the grass.

“Siobhan, don’t you think…” but ,as Danielle turned back from the mower, her friend seemed to have disappeared. She was momentarily startled but then, after a few steps, found her friend sitting in a little bower formed of overhanging willow. She was seated rather as Danielle had been only on a much prettier rustic wooden seat. Her cheeks were flushed and somehow a flower had already found its way into her hair.

“Oh Danielle, isn’t this so lovely. A secret garden just like I had always imagined.”

That was not strictly true. Her imagination had conjured a whole range of idea for what lay beyond the wall. Danielle plopped herself down next to her friend, their bare knees just touching.

“Lovely Siobhan, I couldn’t agree more, but we shouldn’t be here.”

“The door was open. We haven’t seen anyone, can’t we have just a little more look and then go. Who would mind us looking?”

“The owner perhaps?”

But there was no sign of anyone. Outside the bower the bees buzzed and the sun beat down. Across from them the little fountain tinkled into a stone pool in the middle of the lawn, the sound somehow refreshing. Danielle got up and walked across to it, standing on the grass looking down into the pool. Its waters a little dark, but here and there goldfish moved, the heat and sunshine did not seem to have caused them to hide. The water looked cool and pleasant. It would be nice to just slip into the water and bathe amongst the fishes. Now trespassing was one thing but getting into somebody’s ornamental pool and bathing quite another!

Danielle looked illegal bahis siteleri around a little guiltily expecting someone to come and chastise her for her thoughts.

“Look, fish! How cool it looks.” Siobhan had come up behind her.

It was perhaps particularly the lawn mower that first struck Danielle as odd. It had two handles – of course it had two handles – but it was the shape of the handles that seemed sort of peculiar. She could not think it was deliberate but they did look kind of phallic. It was a word she knew. Not simply by being rounded at the end and round in cross section but there was something more than that – their very shape suggested the male organ. It was also the way her friend’s hand had found its way to one of them and was fondling it in a way thath was really more than just suggestive. Danielle looked at her quizzically but she seemed quite unaware of what her hand was doing.

“This seems a really old machine but well built. I bet he cuts the grass really well.”

“He?” Danielle frowned. Increasingly she had the feeling it was time to leave.

“This garden makes me feel really good. It’s so lovely, so warm, it makes me tingle all over. I really like it. Don’t you?”

And Danielle had to admit she did. She did really like the garden. She had never seen any place quite like it or so beautiful. She knew what Siobhan meant by the tingling feeling but that worried her. They should not be in this garden.

Danielle walked over and looked at the flowers on the other side but when she turned her friend seemed reluctant to join her and leave the lawn mower. Her hand was still on one of the handles. The way it was moving on the polished wood still more than suggestive.

“Siobhan, come here.” It was not like her to issue commands. It was like Siobhan not to obey.

Danielle took a step or two back towards her and reached with her hand for Siobhan’s free hand.

“No!” It was rather sharp for Siobhan.

Instead of taking Siobhan’s hand she found her own grabbed and brought to touch the other wooden handle. Its rounded, rather bulbous at the end, shape felt comfortable in her hand. To her surprise she found herself stroking it. Her fingers moving easily up and down. She knew what she was doing, or rather what she was pretending to do – not that she had done such a thing for real, but she knew. It made her tingle in her damp panties,

“I could, I really could!”

Danielle also knew exactly what Siobhan meant because the idea had come to her as well.

“No. Whether you could or could not you shouldn’t, you mustn’t.”

But Siobhan was already slipping her panties down her legs.

“Don’t be silly, Siobhan, what if someone should come. You don’t know where the handle’s been. It’s… it’s not a normal thing to do.”

Not normal, not normal at all but Danielle could not help wondering what it would be like. Surely it would not hurt just to try, just try a little poke – there. The feeling, a real itch had been growing and it was not just perspiration that had recently been forming between her thighs.

“Go on Danielle. We could do it together. One handle for each, one…”

“Quite! It’s not, Siobhan, as if I don’t want to but we shouldn’t. I mean, what if someone should come.”

“Nobody’s appeared so far.”

Siobhan’s panties were in her hand. Siobhan had kicked off her sandals and the thin damp cotton had easily slipped over her bare feet. She had reached and picked them up from the grass. “Go on, give them to me. It does not commit us. It’s cooler without.”

It was cooler without. Danielle knew that to be true as soon as slipped her panties down and handed them to Siobhan.

“Which one would you like?”

“I can’t, not with you. I mean we’ve never… never done anything like this together.”

“I’m going to, Danielle, I really feel I must.”

The girl lifted the back of her dress and reversed towards the mowing machine handle. Danielle could see nothing but it was so obvious both by Siobhan’s wriggling and facial expressions that the smooth wooden object had both made contact with and was being pushed into her body – inserted sexually. The expression on her friend’s face became one almost of relief.

Danielle swallowed. Was the wood warm like… like the real thing? Had the bright sun heated it? Her hand touched the green painted metal of the machine. That was almost too hot to touch. Was its heat transmitted into the wooden handles as well? Metal being such a better recipient and conductor of the sun’s rays. Danielle looked at the free handle, the shape unnerved her a little.

The truth was that, unlike her friend, she was not very familiar with the male organ. Indeed, unlike her friend, had no actual experience, though she suspected her friend’s talk was often mere fantasy. Like her talk of what lay beyond the green door. Her own reaction was always one of blushing and nervousness. Unnecessary of course and not really the attitude to be expected of the modern young woman but that was her. Had Siobhan thrust a package into her hand one day suggesting canlı bahis siteleri she borrow and try ‘it’ and it had proved to be a dildo she would have been shocked by it and quite taken aback, even in the privacy of her own bedroom. The more so had it been realistically shaped, the more so perhaps the bigger it was. She might well not even have tried it and risked the scorn of her friend. That was not to say her thoughts did not lead in the direction of men, especially alone in her bed, nor that she had not discovered the pleasurable things her fingers could do with her body. She was not asexual.

“Siobhan, you mustn’t. Come on let’s go.”

“Not yet, Danielle, this is just too nice. So warm inside me.”

The girl was moving back and forth. So obvious what she was doing: what was happening under her cotton dress.

Danielle stared around the garden. No movement apart from the dancing bees and the moving fish. All was still. Danielle, though, sensed what seemed to be an air of expectancy about the garden. It was the stillness, as if the stillness was waiting to be broken like the still waters of a forest pool, waiting for a twig to drop or fish to break surface – anything to disturb and change the nature of its placid surface.

Nothing else moved. Danielle turned back to the lawn mower, her eyes falling on the vacant handle. It really did have just the right shape, a comfortable shape that would fit so snugly inside her. She shook her head, the tingling seemed to have turned to a real itch, an itch which not so much needed to be scratched as rubbed. Danielle felt a trickle of moisture down her left thigh. She very much knew where that came from and why. It would make the wooden handle slip so easily into…

“Let’s go Siobhan, before…”

“Come on Danielle mount too. Let’s do it together, let’s come together, come let me put my arm around your shoulder and we can move together to and fro. It’ll be so nice. It is so nice. Mmmm.”

Danielle felt her resistance crumbling, Siobhan’s words almost seductive. It would be so easy to raise her dress a little, bend, reverse and push. It was not as if anything would be visible.

Surprisingly perhaps, Danielle had never pushed any object into herself other than her fingers and, well, ‘monthly’ things. It happened almost without her being conscious she was following her friend’s example. The wooden handle had slipped easily into her. Almost unexpectedly easily and filling. It was a new experience.

And there were the two friends, leaning forward, dresses draped over the old mowing machine’s arms and with their arms around each other’s shoulders. Danielle found herself moving in unison with her friend on the handles – to and fro, back and forth. It was lovely.

So nice in the summer sun to feel the firmness between her thighs, to feel it hard inside her, to feel the stroking. It was certainly easing the itch, though building her towards a climax. Such a thing to be doing with her friend. But what if someone came?

“Let’s stop Siobhan. We really should go.” Danielle pulled herself forward, intending to pull both herself and Siobhan off the handles, her arm and hand around her friend’s shoulders. Her face turned from smiling pleasure to worry. She pulled again. She could not pull herself off the handle – it would move within her but not come out!

“Siobhan! I can’t get off the handle.” She was frantic. Tugging at the handle, really pushing away from it with her legs but she seemed stuck fast – stuck fast on the machine’s wooden handle. Once inserted it would not seem to come out. What had happened, had she in some way clamped down on it, gripping it with her perineal muscles?

“I can’t either, Danielle, I can’t get it out!” The twin panties slipped from her hand to flutter down to the grass.

“Ar’noon, young ladies.”

Danielle had not seen him approaching, had not seen the two girls were no longer alone.

The man, for it had to be a man, was old or at least his bushy grey beard gave that immediate impression. A tall man with grey curly hair and long beard. Nut brown skin with wrinkles all around his eyes and along his forehead, rather full lips and white teeth. He was dressed in old grey, rather baggy, trousers held up by twin braces over his white long sleeved shirt. The red braces were rather hidden by a waistcoat, an unnecessary and rather hot item of clothing for a summer’s day though his white sleeves were rolled up well above his elbows showing his nut brown, hairy arms. The waistcoat was a striking Royal Blue complete with brass buttons though, unsurprisingly, they were mostly unbuttoned. Upon his feet brown boots suggesting a man engaged in gardening. Was he the gardener?

“Just need t’ start mower.”

A pull on the starter cable, a pull on the cord, a cough, a cloud of acrid smoke and the machine burst into life. The steady throb of the engine settled into a regular vibration immediately felt so keenly by the young girls via the inserted handles. Throb, throb, throb right inside them. The polished wooden handles vibrating in time with the motor. A quite remarkable and extremely sexual feeling. Danielle felt herself literally dripping but despite that she still could not pull herself away. It was not that she could not move a bit on the handle: it just would not come out of her vagina.

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The Bonus

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Todd Mathews was feeling rather blue as he returned to the Mirage Hotel. The meeting with John Kingsley had been a complete bust. Even the allure of Vegas was dulled by the fact that it did not seem likely that Kingsley Enterprises would be joining his firms list of prestigious clients. Kiss that much needed bonus good-bye!

The noise from the slots and tables crowded with intent gamblers seemed tinny, the lights and colours garish.

“I need a stiff drink and some serious down time. Maybe there is something hot playing on the adult channel” he thought to himself as he crossed the room to the bank of elevators, glancing at the scantily clad waitresses all around him.

Vegas was full of hot bodies and the constant sizzle of wild decadence and barely restrained desire seemed to permeate the casino.

On the wall of the elevator was an advert for a show that promised beautiful topless dancers. Glancing at it, Todd felt his cock stir. “Too bad Tina stayed home for Cindy’s dance recital, a good fuck would have eased the pain of losing the damn account.” He thought.

Getting güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri off on the elevator, he checked his key number ‘609’ and smirked, thinking that he would sure love some of that (without the ‘0’ of course!!).

Reaching to put his key into the lock, the door opened a crack.

“Damn door is still not closing properly! ” He mumbled to himself. He had meant to report it to the front desk this morning but had forgotten in the rush to get to his meeting.

Stepping into the dark room he walked into the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and climbed into the shower.

The hot water running down his chest and over his member felt great and he felt himself stirring again. ‘Definitely time for a movie”

Grabbing a towel he padded into the main room toweling off as he went.

“Holy Shit!” he gasped, quickly wrapping the towel around his waist.

There, lying on his bed, was gorgeous, totally naked, babe, fast asleep.

Walking quietly to the door, Todd opened it and checked the number. ‘Yep, my room.”

Back inside he güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri notice the empty wine bottle, and there, beside it, a key with the number 906 on it.

‘Woah baby, dyslexia is a wonderful thing!’, he thought to himself.

Standing looking at the luscious piece on the bed, Todd’s cock sprang to full attention.

He knew that he should leave, but……

Reaching out he stroked her breast.

“Hey Allan”, she purred in a slurred voice. Not opening her eyes she rolled over and stretched sexily.

Struck with an idea, Todd grabbed his carry bag and reached into the side pocket.

Taking out the sleep mask he had been given on the plane, he approached the bed.

Slipping the blindfold over her eyes he held down her arms and whispered into her ear “SHHHHHHH”

“Naughty boy Allan,” she giggled.

Running his hands up and down her body, evil grin lighting his face, he thought “Much better than the porn channel””

Roughly, he spread her legs and buried his face in her hot shaved pussy. Lapping away at her juices, he güvenilir bahis şirketleri soon had her moaning and riything, cuming in his mouth.

Kissing his way up to her mellon shaped breasts, he suckled them . Then, climbing on top, he drove his throbbing dick into her tight slick cunt.

” Oh Babe, you are such a demon tonight” She said with a gasp that turned into a scream as she came again, hard.

“Might as well take full advantage of this” he thought to himself, as he withdrew and flipped her supple body over.

Aaaaaaaahhhhh! She protested as he pushed into her tight ass.

Feeling himself building, he pumped harder, cuming with incredible force.

Falling to the bed he lay catching his breath.

“I may be drunk babe, But that was the best you have ever fucked me.” She murmered reaching for the mask.

“Shhhh” he whispered ‘leave it on.’

Sighing contentedly, she complied and had soon drifted back to sleep.

Dressed and ready to go, he took one last lingering look at her.

‘That babe is hotter than hell, and I had her’ he thought.

Stepping into the hall and wondering what he should do for the next two hours until he had to catch his plane home, Todd felt his cell phone vibrate.

“Kingsley just signed! You will be getting a hell of a bonus from this trip!’ Said the boss.

Todd smiled to himself and though ” I already did.”

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The Blissfield

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For Holly

Author’s note: This is the first installment of a two section posting, each containing two parts. This is a long story, so be aware, but as readers of my other stories already know, it’s always worth reading all the way through. I hope you all enjoy this one!

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Part 1: Arriving by train and car

It had been raining all morning, the damp fertile ground yielding up a lush scent to all but the passing nose. As the train trundled through the lush verdant countryside, David looked out the window absent-mindedly, his thoughts filled with his destination and the amazing woman whom he would be meeting. He had always loved trains and for a trip arranged at the last minute this would work out the best. The half-read newspaper lay in his lap and the half-full coffee cup sat nearby unattended. His thoughts lingered on the girl at the end of the line and what remained to be done before meeting up with her. His eyes closed and again he pictured her as he had so often during the past few days of an unexpected business trip; her red hair and green eyes and sparkling smile, her tall athletic body, her terrific breasts, the joy of her laugh, and the warmth of her kiss all flooded his mind and stirred him deep inside his body.

As the train began to slow, he was jostled from his reverie. “Ladies and Gentlemen we are approaching Adrian,” crackled the dry colorless recorded announcement over the intercom. The small city of Adrian was his destination. There weren’t that many passengers, but the handful now getting off jumped up quickly and began to retrieve their carry-on bags and head down the aisle. But David waited in his window seat. He hadn’t ridden all this way just to hurry up and wait while the others hustled into his path. He waited until all had exited and debarked, before he got up and slowly moved toward the exit, soon hearing the sounds of joy and happiness as a few reunions of lovers, friends, families, and others were met in heartfelt embrace. He smiled knowing that soon enough his own little reunion would surely stage an eclipse.

Via a quick shuttle from the train platform to The Blissfield, a quaint old-fashioned Victorian mansion operating as a Bed and Breakfast, up to the best room with a view on the second floor, his journey came to a end soon enough. As the key clicked in the door lock, David turned the polished brass doorknob, pushed the door open and took a deep sniff inside. He could see the sheer lace curtains flaring out from the breeze easing in through the partly opened windows. It smelled fresh and clean as he slipped inside and set his bags down by the large armoire and stepped into the room. It was large and luxurious, with elegant velvet-like drapes and a matching spread, tasteful vintage wallpaper, sumptuous Victorian furnishings, and lovely gilt-framed artwork. He ran his hand over the soft fabric on one of the chairs and observed how it seemed to be designed more for soft touch than wear. For a moment he felt as if transported back to another time and his deepest romantic notions began to stir.

Opening the door that led out to a private balcony, he stepped outside to take in the scene and found himself looking out onto a formal rose garden that was not yet blooming, yet looked ready any day. There was a pathway lined with wonderful topiary shrubs, whose greenery was fresh with the first blush of spring. The path wound through the garden and led off to the distance toward a small lake, with the sweeping hillside filling in the backdrop. The drenching morning rain had made the scene lush and renewed his romantic feelings and passion. He breathed the fresh air in deeply and then stepped back inside. With a quick survey of the room and a glance at his watch, he started into action, for there was much to do to ready the room and very little time before she would be here.

He quickly unpacked his clothes careful to leave plenty of room for her things. As inspiration for his endeavor, he pulled out her framed photograph and set it on the desk and spent a moment enjoying the warm feelings it produced. When he had pulled the photo from his bag, the last letter she had sent him slipped out and fell to the floor. He stooped down to pick it up and couldn’t help but read it again.

“Dearest David,

“Your letter arrived this morning, I’ve read it at least a hundred times. I’m so amazed by how much you’ve opened up to me, and so pleased to be on the receiving end of your feelings. I just hung up with you, still warm and tingling from the sound of your voice. I’m so happy I’ll be seeing you again next week, after you’re through with your trip. I look so forward to hearing your voice, and seeing your smile, and being in your arms.

“I’ve enjoyed your love letters so much. It makes not being together a little more bearable. Your closing, ‘Tenderly Yours Until We Speak Again’ makes my heart melt every time. And knowing I’ll be seeing you so soon, is making me smile constantly. Please don’t blame yourself for our previous plans getting messed up, all that matters is I’ll be seeing you just days from now.

“I’ll canlı bahis be seeing you, and kissing you, and touching you … it’s been too long, David. I can’t wait for you to welcome me to our room, to bathe me, dress me up, and take me somewhere special where we can make long, caring, passionate love. I need to feel your breath on my face, your fingers on my skin, our bodies pressed against each other.

“I have no idea what this will lead to. I can’t promise forever, or even next year. I only know what I feel now, and how deep those feelings run, and for me nothing other than that, matters. Please know how much I care for you and long to see you.

“Yours, Holly”

Reading her words again enflamed him and he felt a warm rush of emotion flow through his body. He had never before met someone like her and he too tingled at the prospect of seeing her again. Each time they had met there had been a theme, and this time it was supposed to be a special Valentine’s Day celebration. But an unexpected lengthy business trip had forced a delay in plans and now a month later, they were finally going to meet again. He just felt inside that it would be all right this time, and could not wait to hear her knock at the door.

A long hot shower in the modern stall in the corner of the bathroom washed away the taste of travel and the lingering memories of his trip. He stood under the steamy torrent, hair drenched and streaming down over his forehead, his eyes closed as thoughts and images of Holly swept over him. His hands rubbed along with the water brushing away the old, bringing a flush glow to his broad shoulders, slender waist, trim muscled chest, abdomen and legs.

His cock twinged with selfish anticipation, filling with its own eager excitement. His small taut nipples tingled as his fingertips teased with them, his whole body feeling like an undulating erogenous zone, each stretch of hungry flesh, each eager muscle and organ brought to a heightened sense of awareness. His eyes closed and his mind was consumed by the passion, the flaming urge that had drawn him here, the images of desire and need that had haunted him for years. And through it all hovered the smiling face of Holly, the memory of her touch, and the sound of her moan as they had made love.

The razor glided over his cock and its nether brothers, their hot pink flesh turning scarlet, their smooth soft tender skin made clean-shaven, and prepared and impatient for what is to come. For several minutes he remained under the hot blast, the stream of water like a stiff brush on his shoulders and back, his chest and belly, simply reveling in the sense of the moment, with no thought of the future, the past, just the here and now.

When the shower was extinguished, the towel quenched away the dampness; his hair was tousled dry, primped and made obedient. Then the cheeks and chin and neck join their southern cousins, shorn of stubble and nub. The scent was applied, Tommy H this time, and his mouth finally curled into a self-satisfied smile. Turning the head left then right, he looked for those boyish dimples that used to crease the cheeks so impishly. The passing years had added a few extra lines and creases, but an invigorated sparkle still lived in his eyes. A laugh erupted from his throat as he emerged naked from the steam and swelter to the cool sterile chill of the room.

“This will not do,” complained his cock that retreated seeking warmth. A quick adjustment to the thermostat and an ensuing blast of warm forced air attended to that minor crisis. David moved naked about the room making sure that everything was set. The clothes were put away, the chairs and table set just so. The toys were laid out and arranged on the bed; the blindfold, the fur-lined restraints, the ostrich feather, the pot of massage oil.

He gently fingered the sheer white lingerie, musing over the creamy, dreamy flesh that would give it such a wonderful shape and form and life; the great breasts and the sweet cleft below. The pale yellow flowered print dress was laid out and spread carefully on the bed. He stood back and admired the arrangement of clothes and accessories. Buying things for a woman the first time was always an adventure and he prayed that everything fit perfectly.

Music, he thought suddenly. We’ll need music! He pulled out the briefcase and began to unpack the player, the speakers, and the collection of CDs. Jazz, rock, romantic favorites, and a favorite compilation of Sinatra for when it was time roll out the big artillery.

David retrieved the scented candles and set them out in the room and the bath, lighting them as he went. The toiletries were arranged in the bath, the bubble bath, the soap and shampoo, the loofah, and the delicate razor. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of jasmine and he knows it is time for him to dress. What should I start with, he asked aloud, the dark navy silk boxers or the skimpy black briefs? The boxers won round one.

Shall I be fully dressed or simply add a robe, he asked himself. A favorite golf shirt and crisp pair of slacks took the decision bahis siteleri in round two. He checked the drape of the shirt on his chest and the fit of the slacks in the large freestanding mirror. Sure they had met before, but will he satisfy the image she has developed over the past few weeks of her own surging anticipation; the interesting face, far from pretty boy sweet, the hazel eyes twinkling, and the smile not too broad and goofy.

Then he thought about Holly, this beautiful young girl, and him, easily old enough to be her father, and mused over the nature of their attraction. She wasn’t the kind of girl who normally went for guys like him. He was okay with his looks, but easily admitted to not being the most handsome guy in the world; he lived comfortably, but wasn’t rich by any means; he had a nice circle of good friends, but was no celebrity. But then she was so unlike the other women whom he had known and loved over the years. She had youth and spirit and beauty and intelligence and was lovingly attracted to him. It was as if the day they had met the balance of nature had tilted off its normal axis into his favor, and he knew there was no holding back a thing. Then he chuckled thinking about how the days and hours had dwindled down now to minutes and the knock of room service reverberated.

The champagne cart arrived early, but before the waiter hustled off with his gratuity, he surveyed the room, checking out the clothes and toys, then grinned broadly. “Good luck, Sir,” he said with a smile and a wink.

David took another survey of the room and a glance at his watch as the champagne settled down into the ice. He stepped back outside for a moment, hoping that some fresh air would take the edge off his anticipation. A warm southerly breeze had brushed off the dampness of the morning rain, mussing his hair down into his eyes, making him turn to face it, his eyes squinting. Several deep breaths brought no end to the jittery sense of impending delight inside him, so long anticipated and planned and now minutes or even seconds away.

Leaving the door open just a crack, he stepped back inside the scented room, a romantic glow making it seem like a world far away from the one he left that morning, and the one she had left as well. The stage was set; the cast was assembling. He slumped into one of the soft comfortable chairs, his legs sprawled loosely, belying his tense anticipation. “Like the old song goes,” he said aloud, “All I really need is the girl!”

A moment later there was a knock at the door and David stood slowly and moved lazily over to the door. Not wanting to look too anxious or eager, he took a deep breath, tried to curl his mouth into a relaxed smile, and then turned the door handle. With a nod of her head and a little tilt to the side, a lovely smile spread across Holly’s face. Her gorgeous red hair and bright green eyes lit up the hallway. Wearing a pale blue sweater over khaki Capri pants, she struck a sweet but sexy pose, her wonderful curves and long legs angled so tantalizingly. When she smiled and licked her lips, he tried to stammer a greeting, but the words stumbled out of his mouth unintelligible and she nearly laughed out loud.

“Aren’t you going to ask me in?” she blurted out, her sweet breathy voice teasing his ears.

He simply waved his hand toward the room and she wheeled her bags inside and set them beside the armoire. She looked the room over as she stepped toward the windows, her eyes lingering on the bed where the finery was laid out.

“Looks like you’re expecting someone, David,” she said, pulling the curtains aside to take in the view.

“I am,” he said. “The most beautiful girl in the world.”

“You’re sweet, but you can’t be talking about me,” she laughed.

“There’s no one else here but you,” he said stepping up behind her. “Whom else could I be talking about?”

“The room is beautiful, David,” she said, turning about and easing her body into his open arms, slipping her fingers over the muscles of his arms and shoulders. “And aren’t you a beautiful hunk of man!”

“It is so wonderful to see you again, Holly,” he said, pulling her close. “I’ve missed you.”

“I feel the same,” she said tossing her head back and nestling up closer to him, and pressing her belly and breasts up against him.

“Darlin’, you are so beautiful,” he replied, his hands slipping down behind her waist.

“Lover, did I ever tell you how much it turns me on when you call me Darlin’?” she asked bringing her lips closer to his.

“About a hundred times,” he said. “About as often as I told you about the way you call me lover.”

Their faces were a breath apart, their noses were barely touching, and their eyes were locked on each other.

“Darlin’,” he whispered.

“Lover,” she replied in a voice even softer that burned into him.

Their lips brushed lightly and their tongues quickly made an introduction as their arms wrapped around each other. David could feel the electric warmth pass from her body into his as their kiss turned wild and passionate. After the days of yearning, they bahis şirketleri were together; the emotions were finally rising to the surface; their hands moved up and down each other’s backside, touching, feeling, and exploring. Their mouths hungrily pressed together, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth. He could feel her body shiver as they let themselves go for a moment or two.

“How was that?” she asked huskily as they parted for a breath.

“Nice!” he mumbled. “Pretty darned nice!”

“Pretty darned nice!” she laughed. “I practically suck your tongue down my throat and you call it pretty darn nice?”

He stood there feeling helpless as she took a step back. After all of the glib and witty and heartfelt love letters he had written, pouring out his heart to her and he could think of nothing to say.

“Maybe you should let your cock do your talking for you,” she said bringing her hand up to his crotch. “Mmm, feels like at least part of you likes me!”

“Gives me away every time,” he laughed. “Say, how about some champagne?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied stepping over to a chair and taking a seat.

David expertly opened the bottle of champagne and poured them each a glass. He stepped over to the chair where she was seated and handed her a glass. She smiled and took it appreciatively. He gazed down at her sitting there, her long legs lightly crossed, the champagne glass suspended from her long fingers delicately, and he felt so lucky to be the one sharing this weekend rendezvous.

“Cheers!” he said.

She nodded and they each took a sip.

“Very nice!”

“Very nice!” he said sitting in the other chair. “A bottle of Dom Perignon and she says very nice!”

They laughed together and for a moment looked at each other. Their smiles melted away and were replaced by a lingering loving look. For several minutes they sat silently, looking into each other’s eyes, sipping champagne, and listening to the John Coltrane compilation disc. A couple of times, it looked as if she was going to say something, but bit her lip or sipped her champagne instead. David finally broke their silence.

“How was your drive over?” he asked.

“Too long,” she replied. “I couldn’t wait to get here, but now that I am it’s quite worthwhile.”

“Maybe I should draw the bath for you,” he said getting up from the chair. “You must want to freshen up from your trip.”

Holly simply nodded and looked on as he ambled toward the bathroom. The tub was a large old-fashioned claw-foot style with gorgeous brass fixtures, which he filled with plenty of bubble bath and warm water. Even with the early afternoon sun, the bathroom lighting seemed too bright, so he retreated to the room and pulled out a couple of extra candles for illumination. Once they were set up and lit, the room was filled with a rosy amber glow that seemed more gentle and romantic. Once the bath was set, he moved back out into the room. She was standing by the dresser looking over the stack of CDs, having unpacked her things into the armoire and dresser. He stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He felt her shiver again as he slipped his hands down along her arms then around to her stomach.

“Madam’s bath is ready,” he announced with the fake British accent of a butler.

She leaned back into him, letting her head fall backward alongside his face, her red hair brushing against his cheek. He pulled his hands up and cupped her breasts for a moment. He could feel her nipples tighten up as his fingers gently caressed her sensitive flesh. She set her glass down and rested her hands on top of his for a moment before slowly turning around to face him.

“I’m ready whenever you are, Cheeves,” she said, her voice still husky with passion. She raised her hands up over her head and smiled coyly. When he simply stood there, she tapped her foot playfully. “Silly boy, you need to undress me before you give me a bath you know.”

“Yes, I guess that is necessary,” he replied haltingly. “I was just thinking.”

“Well, now is the time for doing, not thinking,” she reminded him. “But you remember your promise? No fooling around till we’ve finished eating.

He nodded and reached to the bottom of her pale blue sweater and began to tug it up slowly toward her shoulders revealing a dainty white lace bra. The pink curves of her breasts swelled up with each breath that she took and her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer lace. He admired the light dusting of freckles on her shoulders. His tongue poked out from his mouth slightly as he thought about playing connect the dots with her freckles. He pulled her sweater over her head and off, tossing it onto the bed. She shook her head to let her hair fall freely about her shoulders as his fingers danced down over her body toward her waist. His hands moved down to her khaki Capri pants and quickly had them unfastened and unzipped. He eased them down from her hips and squatted down to take them the rest of the way. He looked up at her face, his eyes lingering on the pale flesh of her thighs, the matching white lace thong, and the supple curves of her belly. He let his eyes linger over every part of her, each curve and nuance of her body creating a new feeling, a greater sense of excitement than the previous.

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The Birthday Present

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So it was the night of my 21st birthday and for whatever reasons, I found myself laying on my bed finishing off the third of a six-pack of beer that I had bought earlier in the day. All the promises of my friends and family of a great party or going out to celebrate at a bar seemed to fade away as 9pm approached and as I started getting drowsier and drowsier…

I must have dozed off at some point because the next thing I knew was I saw the door open at the end of my bed and in walked a very pretty stranger. At first glance all I saw was a head of blonde hair piled up high with barrettes and ribbons. As my eyes began to focus I couldn’t help but stare at her full breasts and shapely legs as she teetered atop a pair of high-heels, dressed in a sexy pink mini-dress.

I raised myself up to my elbows and rubbed my eyes, just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. The girl shut the door behind her and wobbled her way over to the side of my bed where she stood. I scanned her up and down as it became obvious that this wasn’t any girl that I had met before.

“Ummm…hi,” I stammered.

“Hi Paul, Happy Birthday,” she said sweetly — somehow knowing it was my birthday and knowing my name as well.

“Thanks,” I smiled. “Ummm…no offense but who are you?”

She smiled sweetly and fidgeted with a few strands of hair that fell down the side of her face. “My name is Candy.”

“Oh ok…Hi Candy…ummm how did you get in my house?” I asked with a dumbfounded smirk.

“Your dad let me in,” she giggled. “I’m here to give you your birthday present…at least that’s what he told me.”

“Oh ok…no wonder everyone wanted me to stay home tonight,” I reflected upon earlier when all the plans of the previous weeks broke down seemingly in minutes. Suddenly it was making sense.

“So what is my present?” I asked, hoping it was exactly what I was thinking it would be.

“It’s me,” she giggled as her cute, upturned nose flared out. “You like?” She twirled around giving me a good view of not just her front but also her shapely backside.

“Yah,” I replied, still drinking in all of her curves and relishing the sweet, fruity scents she was wearing.

Without saying another thing, she peeled off the straps of her dress from each shoulder and let it fall around her waist, revealing a nice set of breasts which were tucked away tightly behind a white, lacy bra. My eyes widened as she continued to stare down at me and fidget with the snap of the bra behind her back. After several seconds she loosed the straps and let the bra fall to the floor, allowing her breasts to descend and jiggle.

“Nice,” I smiled as she squashed them together with her hands and proudly tweaked the quarter sized nipples between her fingers. My first reaction was to reach up and grab at them but seeing how I wasn’t in high-school anymore illegal bahis and I was now officially a ‘man’, I played it cool and stayed the gentleman, allowing the young lady to tease and strip without any pressure from me.

Candy continued to do a sensuous, sometimes playful, striptease for me. Turning around, she peeled her dress down until it dropped to her ankles, revealing a very round bubble-butt which she was barely covering with a white thong. Garters and stockings rounded out the rest of her horny outfit.

“Very nice,” I continued to smile and commend her as she shifted her hips from side to side while playing with her tits. “No offense but how old are you?” I then asked, figuring she was teetering on the borderline of legal and illegal.

“Nineteen,” she giggled at my concern.

“Oh ok…just checkin’,” I smiled back as she continued on.

I let her dance around and show off her curvy body a little longer and then I said to her, “I’m a little light on cash…I hope they gave you the tip.”

She stopped and smiled at me as if she was going to melt, “it’s your birthday Sweety…I only want one thing from you…”

“What’s that?” I asked.

With that, she leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I was a bit startled but continued to go with it. When her tongue slithered into my mouth, I gave it a few sucks then pulled away and asked again, “what is it you want from me?”

She smiled and giggled before kissing me again, this time with more tongue, then after a few moments she pulled away and answered, “I want you to have fun tonight.”

As if I was just given the green light, my hands reached up around her waist and pulled her down on the bed with me. She sat by my side and lowered one of her breasts to my face so I could hungrily suck her nipple. She sighed and moaned as I sucked the chewy nip to hardness, flicking my tongue over it for good measure. Not wanting to neglect her other nipple, I switched and sucked on that for a few seconds, then she lowered her face towards mine so she could kiss me some more.

Well anyway, I knew I was going to have some serious trouser trouble if we continued the way we were going and actually after about five minutes of this playful frolicking, titty sucking and French kissing, I started to get some swelling in my crotch. While it wasn’t anything major, and I don’t think she even noticed, I didn’t want things to keep progressing and then get out of hand — but evidently she had other ideas.

“Ok we better take it easy now,” I said to her as I pulled my mouth from hers and relaxed my grip on her hips.

“Everything ok?” she asked as her left hand continued to stroke my chest through my shirt.

“Yah…I just don’t want things to get out of hand here…you know what I mean?”

“It’s ok…it’s your birthday.”

“Well I just don’t feel illegal bahis siteleri like having blue balls on my birthday, that’s all,” I smiled.

“Well you’re not going to have blue balls if I have anything to say about that,” she giggled making her big boobies jiggle cutely.

Obviously I wasn’t sure what the intent was on her part, but after a few more minutes of messing around, she slid her hand past my belt and down to my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants and sending the clear message to me that she planned on going all the way that night…

“You liking your birthday present so far,” Candy smiled up at me as she held my stiff standing cock in her hand, glistening with her saliva from the prior five minutes of serious sucking.

“Yah,” I nodded with a smile. “Sure beats going to the bars!”

“I’ll bet it does,” she replied before applying a few more sucks to the bloated head of my cock.

“And to think I was upset about everyone blowing me off,” I chuckled.

“Now it’s just me blowing you off,” she laughed.

“Yah well I don’t mind this type of blow-off one bit.”

Candy continued to suck my cock for another 10 minutes or so before she stood up and peeled off her thong, displaying a nicely trimmed patch of brown pubes above her clit. She diddled her pussy a few times with her fingers and then laid down on the bed, spreading her legs back for me. I instinctively took up a position between her splayed thighs and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her shaved, pink slit a few times.

Now while I may have not had as much experience as most guys my age, I was able to make up for it with a pretty big cock — at least compared to a few of my buddy’s, mine was the biggest. And with Candy’s tiny frame and even tinier pussy, I was figuring it was going to be a real tight fit — and I wasn’t wrong! After pressing in and making a little progress inside her, my cock buckled as her pussy had a spasm or convulsion or something. Candy clutched at the bed sheets and moaned while I eased her legs back farther and tried again, this time making it inside her a few inches before her vagina had another spasm. Her pussy was plenty wet but just real tight.

“Shit you’re tight,” I hissed as I was slowly easing it in again for a third, failed attempt. “Why don’t you suck my cock some more — real hard this time.”

I climbed up beside Candy’s face and had her suck me off again. This time I urged her to suck as hard as she could, just to give my dick the added stiffness it needed. And after a few minutes of doing that, Candy had me stiff as a crow-bar and ready to hop in the saddle again — and I did.

This time my dick slowly slid in all the way until reached the end of her vagina. While Candy started up moaning and panting and saying stuff to me, I kind of tuned her out and just canlı bahis siteleri concentrated on filling her pussy and getting my rocks off. It took a few minutes but I eventually got into a real groove and was greasing my pole in and out of her slick pussy like a pro. She probably would never have guessed that I hadn’t been laid in a few months and in fact I think she even had an orgasm at one point so I couldn’t have been doing that bad.

Well I don’t know how long we ended up fucking but I do know that I had a three day rusty load of jizz in my balls that needed to be drained and what better place to do that than on Candy’s slim little tummy! I bucked and grinded away inside her until semen started bubbling up at the tip and that’s when I let out a big moan and pulled my cock out and spurted. Oodles and oodles of cum splashed on her lightly tanned skin, dripping into her belly button and running down her waist and pussy.

“Happy Birthday Baby,” she purred like a sweet little kitten. “You have fun?”

“Shit yah,” I blurted, wiping some sweat off my forehead. “I gotta take a piss though.”

“Ummm put your boxers on first, ok?” she told me for some weird reason.

“Why?” I asked dumbfounded, “the bathroom is just down the hall.”

“Just do it, ok,” she insisted.

I did as she said and slipped on my boxers over my wet, deflating cock and hurried out the door. Just as I made it to the bathroom, the hallway light flicked on and I heard, “Happy Birthday Paul!”

Spinning around, I saw my dad, my cousin Hillary and two buddies Jason and Len standing there with big shit-eating grins on their faces holding a little cake with a candle in the middle.

“Now tell us…would you have rather gone to the bar or stayed home for this?” my dad laughed.

Just then Candy emerged from my bedroom with a towel around her, giggling away at what was taking place.

“Did he have fun Sweety?” My dad asked her.

“Yah Mr. Edwards…we both had a ton of fun!”

After taking a leak, we went into the kitchen and all had birthday cake, including Candy. The whole time we sat at the table, my buddies were eyeing up Candy like she was the cake. I knew they were envious of me which was part of the biggest thrill that night because Len and Jason always had way more success with girls than me and this time I was the one who got some ass and they didn’t.

After we ate the cake, my dad let Candy take a shower and then called her a cab to take her back to her dorm where she was staying at college. It turned out that Candy was a college coed at the local university and was just looking to make a little extra cash on the side. My dad met her at a strip joint where she had just started the previous week and gave her the offer of coming over and giving me my ‘gift’. Believe it or not, Candy and I kept in touch and she even kept in touch with my buddies Len and Jason…and my dad I think…but that’s another story! The whole point of this is that we all ended up getting a little piece of candy in the next month — so everyone was happy…including Candy!

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The Big One Ch. 03

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It’s hard to believe that I am only two weeks away from getting married. After Dominic and I broke up I dated a couple more guys until I found John. John was a great guy, and by far the best lover since Dominic. Although not nearly as big as Dominic, John still made me cum hard on his cock.

John and I had dated for over a year before he asked me to marry him. When we first started dating Dominic would call me out of the blue and we would meet. Usually we would get together for lunch and then go back to his apartment and have sex. At first it was no big deal because John and I were not very serious. I also didn’t have sex with both of them in the same day. John traveled for work and was usually gone Monday through Friday. I would meet Dominic on Tuesday or Wednesday. Not that makes it right. I know it’s not right, and most people would call me a slut or whore.

After several months of this relationship things between John and I got more serious, and I stopped seeing Dominic. I fell in love with John, and he finally asked me to marry him. John and I had a good sex life. I started our relationship asking him to pull out of me, and then I started taking birth control. John and I decided we were not going to wait to start a family, so two months before the wedding day I stopped birth control and we stopped sex. I wanted our wedding night to be as special as it could, and since I certainly wasn’t a virgin making John wait two months seemed like the next best thing. I religiously did kegel exercises to tighten my vagina as much as possible.

Out of nowhere I received text from Dominic congratulating me on my upcoming marriage. He said he would like to get together before I got married. I knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t resist flirting with him. I tried to ignore him, but he would message me in the morning saying stuff like “I dreamed of you last night.” After several hours curiosity got the best of me and I would respond “hopefully it was a good dream”. He would then respond with some kind of message about how great fucking me was. He asked if he could fuck me one more time before I got married, and said I “could be his dirty little secret.”

I finally agreed to have lunch with him. We went to a nice little restaurant had some good food and a few drinks. I knew what I was setting myself up for, but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him no. I followed him back to his apartment. Always the gentleman he opened my door, and walked me to his door. We went inside, and he offered me another drink. I was nervous, and shaking. I knew I was wrong, I knew I shouldn’t be there, I knew what was about to happen, and I knew I wanted it. We drank our drinks, and as my glass thumped on the wooden table Dominic said.

“I knew I could fuck you again.”

He pushed me back against the couch, and started kissing me. My hand instinctively went straight for his huge cock. He was slipping his tongue in my mouth; his left hand massaged my titts, and his right holding the back of my head letting me know he was in charge. My pussy was so hot and wet wanting this man to fuck me. I got his pant illegal bahis unbuttoned, and there it was. His massive dick, hard as steel, thick, long and heavy. I started stroking this huge hunk of manhood with one hand, and massaging his huge heavy hanging balls. All I could think about was getting that big dick in my mouth.

Dominic grabbed my face making my mouth open. He spit in my mouth, and then shoved hid massive cock in my mouth. I sucked his big dick stroking the long thick shaft. He seemed bigger than ever. He put both hands on my head, and started fucking my mouth. He pushed into my throat, I was gagging, and my throat was really starting to hurt as his monster stretched deeper and deeper. I couldn’t breathe as he started thrusting in my throat. He slowly pulled out of my mouth, and a large amount of saliva ran out. A long thick rope of saliva connected my mouth to the enormous erection. I stared at this beautiful, fat, throbbing cock hypnotized by its size. I needed it in my pussy. My spit shined on the big head as it bobbed in front of me. Quickly he pulled my mouth back onto his cock. Already lubricated by my spit he slipped deep in my throat. I could feel the lump in my throat with my hand as his cock sunk into my mouth. He started trying to take my pants off, so I helped. My pussy was dripping for him. He played with my wet pussy rubbing my clit, and running his finger in my tight entrance.

Dominic pulled me off the couch, and sat down. I thought he wanted me to ride his cock but instead he said.

“Sit on my face, and keep sucking my dick.”

As soon as my pussy was close enough his tongue lunged out and licked my swollen clit. The shock went all through my body, and he followed with many more strokes of his tongue on my pussy. His tongue slid up in my vagina, circled my pussy lips, and flicked my swollen clit. I started cumming in his mouth. I sucked, and sucked that man’s huge cock. Then I felt his tongue on my ass hole. Around and around it went. His finger slid back inside my cunt. I had never been rimmed before, and it felt amazing. His tongue soon went back to work on my clit while his finger circled my anus. It was feeling so good my head was spinning like I was on a drug. Quickly without warning his finger punched into my anus. I was very surprised, and despite never having anything in my ass it didn’t hurt. He plunged his finger in and out of my ass as another slipped into my pussy. His tongue worked hard on my clit, and for the first time in my life I squirted all over Dominic.

“That’s my little slut, squirt for me.”

Quickly he tossed me on my back and was between my thighs. The large head rubbed my pussy before resting on my entrance. I felt the pressure increase as Dominic was trying to force his enormous manhood into my tight wet pussy. I hadn’t been fucked in over a month, and I had done so many kegel exercises my pussy was really tight. It really started hurting and I let out a painful moan when my pussy tried to stretch over the fat head of his big cock.

“Your soon to be husband must have a little dick. Your pussy is almost like illegal bahis siteleri a virgin. It’s time to stretch you out again.”

“Mmmmm, stretch my pussy with your big dick babe. If he could fuck like you his fiancé wouldn’t be about to get fucked by your huge cock.”

The pain was so intense as his massive cock invaded my womanhood. I screamed in pain, and tried to get away when my pussy finally stretched and the first few inches slid in. I was watching my trim midsection expand as the enormous head penetrated my body. I could see a notable bulge in my lower abdomen from the big dick.

“Oh, FUCK!! That hurts take it out.”

“Fuck no I’m going to break this pussy back in.”

More dick went in me the pain was incredible. Dominic didn’t stop pushing until his giant cock was completely buried in my pussy. The head was pushing hard against my cervix, and my pussy walls were filled full of cock. I could feel his huge balls resting against my ass crack. I had taken Dominic back inside of me. My abdomen had a bulge that outlined Dominic’s big cock.

“I knew I would get all the way in your pussy. How does it feel to have a real cock in you again?”

“It feels amazing. I never want you to stop fucking me.”

My pussy started to collapse as he withdrew his massive fuck organ from me. I watched as the bulge disappeared. Slowly a lump reappeared as the big fuck rod pushed back into me. The pain was subsiding as he continued to thrust in me. I put my hand on my stomach to feel the cock expand my body. I felt so good. Not just in my pussy, but my entire body felt good. I love fucking this man. He bent down and kissed me deeply and passionately. He continued thrust his big shaft into me, and his hands searched my body. I had never fallen out of love with him. This continued for several minutes. He started to increase his pace. The sound of his body colliding into mine filled the room. I felt his plum size balls slap my ass. I felt the familiar sickness in my stomach as he rammed my cervix. My titts were going wild with every hard thrust, so I grabbed them and held them together. His cock fell out of my once tight pussy that is now gapped open. I felt so empty.

“Turn around let me see that nice ass.”

I bent over to prepare for some more big dick. To my surprise I felt the fat head of his rock hard cock settle on my virgin anus, and start to push. I cried out as my ass began to stretch over his big cock. I tried to relax and let him in. Finally the head pushed through my tight entrance. I screamed, and pulled off his dick. I lay on the couch, my ass hole was throbbing, and my body was shaking. Dominic pulled me back up by the hips, and started pushing his cock back in my ass. It still hurt but not as bad, and he quickly had the head in. Soon the rest of his big penis was deep inside my ass, and I was no longer an anal virgin. Dominic continued to slowly and gently thrust into my ass. It really started feeling good.

“Is this the first dick in your ass?”

“Yes”

“Good. I don’t want your husband to have any first with you. I want to completely canlı bahis siteleri ruin you. “

“I love how you fuck me.”

“Your ass feels really good. Are you going to keep fucking me after you’re married?”

“Yes.”

“You love my big dick don’t you?”

“Yes”

“You’re my little slut.”

“Yes I am.”

Dominic continued using my ass for several minutes. Finally he pulled his huge cock from my ass, and I felt sore immediately.

“Fuck babe your ass is stretched out. My big cock left your tight ass gaping, but I’m not finished with your pussy.”

With that my pussy quickly stretched over his massive organ as he shoved the entire penis deep in me. Dominic started to fuck me with long hard strokes. His heavy balls swung up and slapped my pubic bone. His hands gripped my hip bones as he pounded his giant cock into my body. I was moaning loud, and I’m sure his neighbors heard me.

“Oh fuck! Fuck my pussy with that big dick!!”

His cock started expanding in my pussy. I could feel all the veins become harder and thicker with blood. I knew he was about to cum.

“I’m not on birth control you need to pull out.”

Dominic suddenly slammed deeper into, and held my hips to him. I knew he was going to cum in me. My mind raced through so many thoughts of panic. The first thick rope of sperm shot hard and deep in me. My mind started to go blank, and my body began to shake. A second huge glob of Dominic’s seed flooded into my womb, and my pussy began to convulse as if it were trying to milk his cock. The third exploded with force into me, and I began the most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. This man behind me was breeding me. He was truly intent on ruining me for my husband, and not only was I willingly letting him I was loving it. Dominic was still pumping his sperm into me, and by far the most cum anyone has ever put in me.

When Dominic was done he just stayed in me. He was massaging my back, and legs. We didn’t say anything to each other for some time. That was truly the greatest fuck I had ever had. Finally Dominic stayed inside me but rolled me to my side, and curled up behind me. I finally broke the silence.

“Wow, that’s was the greatest sex I’ve ever had.”

“What can I say you’re one lucky girl to get fucked by me.”

“I sure am.”

“You should stay the night, and we can fuck some more.”

“I should really go home.”

We lay there awhile longer, and I said I had better go. Dominic started kissing me, and his hands grabbed my breast. His cock grew inside of me again, and I knew he was going to fuck me again. We continued to have sex again to include another round of anal sex. Dominic kept me on my side, and this time it was a much shorter session. He did flood my pussy with his sperm again. I got up to go to the bathroom, and realized how sore I was. I could hardly walk. I decided to stay the night, and didn’t go home until late the next day. John was out of town, and didn’t know I wasn’t home. Dominic took advantage, and used my pussy often. He made sure he continued to fertilize my eggs.

I went home well fucked, and full of another man’s sperm. Dominic and I got together a few more times. Now here I sit with a pregnancy test in hand. I’m pregnant right before my wedding day, and the man I’m marrying is obviously not the father.

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